Infinite Survival: My 10,000x Return System

The transition from the pristine heavily ordered environment of the Chaos Ark to the raw unfiltered atmosphere of the Court of Madness was jarring.

Arthur Sterling, Lyra and Kaelith stood at the edge of a massive floating obsidian dock.

The sky above them wasn’t a sky. It was a shifting swirling canvas of bleeding colors and fractured geometries.

The gravity constantly fluctuated. It pulled at Arthur coat one second and threatened to crush his bones the next.

"Keep your auras tight." Arthur murmured. His voice barely carried over the deafening mind breaking whispers that echoed through the air.

The whispers were the ambient thoughts of the Outer Gods.

To a normal mortal, hearing them would instantly liquefy their brain and drive them into a permanent drooling psychosis.

[Ding!]

[Initiating Real Time Conceptual Translation.]

[Filtering cognitive hazards. Translating Eldritch frequencies into legible Host data.]

The maddening buzzing in Arthur head instantly muted. It was replaced by a smooth scrolling text on his internal HUD.

It was like reading subtitles for a horror movie.

He projected his newly acquired Chaos Lord aura outward. He formed a localized ten foot bubble of Absolute Order around himself, Lyra and Kaelith.

Inside the bubble, physics worked perfectly. Outside the bubble, the marketplace was a grotesque nightmare.

The Court of Madness lived up to its name.

The sprawling jagged continent was packed with stalls, towering spires of twisted bone and floating geometric shapes that served as storefronts.

The entities wandering the market defied description.

There were massive floating eyeballs with tentacles, shifting shadows that absorbed light and humanoid figures with too many joints and weeping sores.

Arthur walked through the chaotic bazaar with absolute corporate poise.

He didn’t gawk. He didn’t flinch.

He looked at the cosmic horrors with the exact same thinly veiled contempt he reserved for arrogant board members on Earth.

"They are looking at us." Lyra whispered as her violet eyes darted around frantically.

She was utilizing her highest tier Stardusk stealth arts and clinging to Arthur shadow to avoid detection. But she could still feel the oppressive weight of a thousand alien gazes.

’They sense the Order radiating from you, Authur.’ Kaelith projected and walked at his right side.

Her six crystalline spider limbs were tucked tightly against her back in an attempt to look inconspicuous. ’To them, we smell like a fresh uncorrupted meal.’

"Let them look." Arthur said smoothly. "If they try to take a bite, I will break their teeth."

He stopped in front of a sprawling booth constructed entirely from petrified starlight.

Floating behind the counter was a bloated multi dimensional merchant. It resembled a massive pulsing brain encased in a translucent jellyfish membrane.

Arthur stepped up to the counter and casually tucked his hands into his pockets.

"I need a map. A Star Chart of the immediate sectors in the Primordial Chaos."

The massive brain pulsed and its tentacles slid across the counter.

[Translation: You speak with a bold tongue, little spark. I have a chart. It maps the domains of the True Progenitors. But it will cost you. Three Paradox Shards. Or I will take the Weaver standing beside you.]

Kaelith stiffened and her white eyes widened.

Arthur didn’t blink. He leaned forward and rested his forearms on the counter. "I don’t have shards. And she is company property."

[Translation: Then you have nothing of value, parasite. Leave before I decide to consume your localized physics for a snack.]

"I think we can negotiate a discount." Arthur smirked. He was running out of patience.

Before the Eldritch merchant could react, Arthur right hand shot out with blinding speed.

He didn’t grab the physical tentacles. He bypassed the physical dimension entirely.

He plunged his hand directly into the creature conceptual core. The very idea of its existence.

"SQUELCH!"

Arthur squeezed. The bloated brain violently seized.

It let out a telepathic screech of sheer unimaginable agony that rattled the nearby stalls.

Arthur grip was absolute. His Chaos Lord strength threatened to completely unwrite the merchant from reality.

"The map." Arthur demanded and his voice dropped to a demonic rumble. "Now. Or I delete your franchise."

Trembling tentacles frantically pushed a glowing rolled up parchment of cosmic energy across the counter.

Arthur grabbed it with his left hand and seamlessly let go of the merchant core.

The entity scrambled backward and shivered in absolute terror.

"Pleasure doing business." Arthur said and turned away.

"We need to leave. Now." Lyra hissed and stepped out of his shadow.

Arthur unrolled the Star Chart. It wasn’t paper. It was a projection of the entire Primordial Chaos.

He immediately spotted their location. More importantly, he saw the massive dark sectors labeled as the True Progenitors.

One of them was a sprawling void of pure dark matter labeled The Abyssal Progenitor.

"Morwenna ancestor." Arthur noted and a dark smile spread across his face.

Before he could analyze it further, the chaotic murmurs of the marketplace abruptly stopped.

The deafening silence was heavier than any noise.

A booming maddening voice echoed through the very bedrock of the floating continent.

It didn’t come from one direction. It came from everywhere at once.

"I SMELL A BUBBLE REALM."

The sky above the market violently warped.

A shifting mass of floating jagged crowns, hundreds of weeping eyes and screaming mouths descended from the chaos.

The ambient pressure instantly shattered the nearby stalls.

’The Mad King.’ Kaelith projected and her mental voice was laced with sheer panic. ’The ruler of the Court. He is a Peak Chaos Lord. Authur, he has found the scent of the Ark on you!’

The mass of eyes locked directly onto Arthur.

"A Host!" The Mad King roared. The overlapping voices vibrated Arthur teeth.

"A mortal carrying the scent of an entire unformatted multiverse! I will rip your soul apart, devour your reality and claim your Bubble as my own!"

Arthur let out a long heavy sigh.

He didn’t draw his sword. He just rolled his shoulders.

A terrifying manic light danced in his pitch black eyes.

"A Peak Chaos Lord?" Arthur muttered and cracked his knuckles. "Finally. Someone

worth looting."