The Flame that Became a Sect

Three days had passed since the duel between Rahul Saini and Kalan the Whisperer.

Bagania no longer trembled in fear.

It sang with madness.

Whispers of Rahul's name echoed through alleys. Statues were carved, not by sculptors, but by the hands of the obsessed fanatics who bled into the stone as they worked. Scrolls were inked with verses of his victories. Even mothers whispered his name to their newborns like a blessing… or a curse.

And at the heart of the city, beneath a darkened sky that no longer welcomed stars—

The first Chaos Sect was born.

It had no name.

Rahul refused to give it one.

Names meant definition. Structure. Limitation.

Instead, he called it what it truly was:

"A place for the broken. The betrayed. The forgotten. A haven where Chaos isn't feared… but weaponized."

The inn no longer served food.

It became a temple-fortress, where lanterns burned black flames and the air pulsed with strange energy. Its walls were etched with emotion-forged runes. Its floors trembled with spiritual weight.

From the balcony, Rahul watched thousands of Bagania's citizens.

Some knelt. Some swayed. Some simply stared with hollow eyes—already claimed by devotion.

Fanaticism Level: 62% – Zealous ObsessionCitizens now actively serve, recruit, or die for your cause. Chaos Influence permanently anchored in local spiritual vein.

That morning, the system spoke again.

[DING! Chaos System Update – New Feature Unlocked: Sect System]

[Host has founded the First Chaos-Aligned Sect in Murim World][Title: Prime Flame of Discord]

[Sect Functions: Domain Control, Resource Extraction, Apostle Deployment, Law Conversion, Emotion Storage]

[Special Trait: Sect Devotion replaces conventional cultivation resources. Emotions and faith now fuel all techniques.]

Rahul smiled as he read the notifications.

"Who needs spirit stones when I can be worshipped instead?"

At dawn, Rahul summoned his three Apostles.

Mira stood barefoot on the cracked tiles, her eyes now permanently red with rage-qi. The dagger on her belt hissed softly, feeding off her emotional instability.

Yashan entered behind her, head shaved anew, black tattoos blooming across his neck and jaw, etched in chaotic scriptures only he could understand.

Riku didn't walk. He appeared—emerging from behind a flickering flame with eyes like empty lanterns.

Rahul looked at them, pride flickering briefly beneath his usual calm.

"The city is ours," he said. "But Chaos doesn't stop with a single city."

He gestured to the map floating above the black flame altar.

Circles glowed across the Murim world—strongholds of order, bastions of righteousness, and unclaimed territories seething with tension.

"Chaos feeds on suppression. On blind tradition. On spiritual rot. Go find it. And burn it."

He raised his palm.

Three shards of the Chaos Crown floated to each Apostle.

A gift.

A seed.

A curse.

[Apostle System Updated]Mira: Mission – Assassinate the Sect Leader of the Scarlet Water PavilionYashan: Mission – Infect the Temple of the Thousand Bells with spiritual despairRiku: Mission – Awaken latent Chaos minds in the orphan citadel of Skybridge Sect

Each Apostle granted a fragment of the Chaos Domain. Travel methods enhanced via Domain Leap.

As they vanished in bursts of black wind, Rahul stood alone again.

Or so it seemed.

Moments later, a shadow flickered near the throne platform.

A disciple of the now-ruined Dawn Jade Sect, hooded and trembling, stepped forward and bowed.

"I… I bring word," he said. "From the Eastern Council of Sects. They… know of Bagania. They are watching. They plan to move soon."

Rahul turned his head slowly.

"Let them come," he said, voice soft. "Chaos isn't just here anymore. It's learning to walk."

The disciple lowered his head even further.

Then Rahul snapped his fingers.

A spike of invisible Qi struck the man's heart.

He crumpled, breathless, eyes wide.

Not dead.

Just… broken.

"From now on," Rahul whispered, "you're mine."

In the East, in a floating palace built above clouds, Grandmaster Lin Feng of the Heavenly Orchid Sect scowled at the reports.

"He calls himself Prime Flame. His city chants his name. His Qi does not flow through veins—it moves through the people."

A woman beside him trembled. "This is more than a rogue cultivator, Grandmaster. This is a movement."

He stood slowly, walking toward the open balcony.

Far on the horizon, thunder gathered—not natural thunder, but a spiritual storm triggered by mass emotional unrest.

"Prepare the Sealing Armaments," he said. "And send the Jade-Blood Executioners."

"If Chaos spreads… we all die screaming."

Back in Bagania,

Rahul stood before the Chaos Seed embedded into the heart of his inner sanctum.

It had grown.

Now the size of a heart—no, bigger. Like a small child curled inside a crystal.

It pulsed like a second sun.

And from it… new voices had begun to emerge.

Not demonic.Not divine.Something else. Something old.

The system spoke again.

[DING! Corruption Level: 27.4%]

[New Feature Unlocked: Sub-Law Manifestation – Host may now begin shaping his own law under the banner of Chaos.]

[Initiating "Sovereign of Inner Worlds" Framework]

[You may now create internal dimensions within your domain. These realms will mirror emotional constructs. They can be used for training, influence, imprisonment… or worship.]

And then came the true voice.

Not from the system.

Not from within.

But from the seed itself.

"Rahul Saini," it said softly.

He didn't flinch.

He didn't blink.

But he knew what this was.

The Ancient Will of Chaos… watching him.

"You wear the crown well. But a crown is only as heavy as the world it intends to burn."

"Soon, you must step beyond Bagania."

"You must choose whether Chaos remains a fire… or becomes the next heaven."

And Rahul?

He simply smiled.

"Then it's time to burn heaven too."