Absolutely! I can turn this into a polished, fast-paced, cinematic chapter that keeps Agnes' absurd overpowered antics, Leorin's humor and tension, and the world-scale destruction, while keeping it readable and immersive. Here's the rewritten chapter:
Chapter: The Awakening of Chaos
Agnes swallowed the golden-tier artifact—his long-lost "ball"—and the world seemed to hiccup. Before he could even blink, every king who had been watching him teleported onto the battlefield. No greetings. No explanations. Just raw, silent aggression.
The King of Demons, Zereth, a sage-level master of dark magic and the Ashen Soul Kata martial art, launched a spell designed to erase all magic, blessings, and sacred protections—leaving its target "unwritten," powerless. But Agnes only smiled.
He extended a hand, conjuring a shimmering barrier around himself. His voice cut through the chaos:
"I reject the fate. Reverse Calamity."
The calamity itself reversed—Zereth's devastating attack rebounded, leaving the demon king blinking in shock.
Zenith, observing the battle, gasped: "How did he… fend off my null?"
The King of Humans, Souta, assessed the situation, recognized futility, and instantly teleported back to his room. Panting, he muttered to himself:
"How many warnings did my system give me? His stats are off the charts in every path. His body… is practically a repository of gold-tier artifacts."
As Souta vanished, the remaining kings retreated in silent acknowledgment of Agnes' terrifying analytical and combative ability.
Agnes, unfazed, teleported back to his rented room. He collapsed onto the bed, letting exhaustion sweep over him. Sleep came quickly.
Morning arrived. Agnes awoke to a growling stomach. He stretched, yawned, and decided to venture out for breakfast. The town was a vision of ancient Chinese architecture: wooden beams and clay-tiled roofs leaned over cobblestone streets, paper lanterns swaying lazily in the morning breeze, narrow alleys branching into small courtyards with tranquil gardens.
A familiar scent hit him. Octopus balls. Nostalgia washed over him. He bought a few, savoring the taste as he continued down the bustling streets.
The market sprawled in every direction, stalls overflowing with fruits, vegetables, and trinkets. Agnes approached a vegetable vendor.
"How much for the cabbage and radish?" he asked.
"Four Bronze Tuael for one kilo of radish, and two Bronze Tuael for one kilo of cabbage," the lady replied.
Agnes screamed, pointing at a nearby shopkeeper: "He's giving it for five! Make it four, and I take it!"
This world is cruel, he thought. If you can't bargain, you're always taken advantage of. One Bronze Tuael is almost half a dollar… I can't afford to lose.
With shopping complete, Agnes returned home, vegetables in hand. On the way, he noticed a little girl covered in bruises, begging silently in the street. Without hesitation, he handed her a small cabbage.
"No need for thanks," he muttered, continuing on.
Then—something caught his eye. Leorin. And beside her, a figure that looked exactly like him. The fake Agnes had manipulated his apparent age to blend in.
Leorin didn't recognize him, but Agnes knew better. He discreetly cast a tracking spell on her, ensuring he could monitor her safety. Scooping up his fallen vegetables, he apologized:
"Sorry, little lady. I'm in a hurry."
Leorin rambled as usual, but when she looked up at him, her face froze. Love at first sight? Agnes' thoughts raced. He analyzed the Qi of the fake Agnes: He has my Qi… but how?
Panicked, Agnes sprinted away: "Sorry again!"
The clone felt it too—the strange resonance, the echo of his real self.
Agnes ducked into an empty alley, closed his eyes, and focused. If it's my body part, I can control it.
He poured a fraction of his consciousness into the clone. When he opened his eyes, his body jerked, responding to his command.
Leorin appeared beside him, grinning foolishly. So it's like a remote control, he realized. With this, I can continue cultivating.
A voice rang in his mind:
"You are here, master."
"Master? Who—?"
"I thought I could be of use, so I took your form while you were away."
"Good job. Now I'll take control from here."
Agnes noticed something alarming: the clone's body also housed gold-tier items, dormant but capable of awakening like his real body.
He returned to the mountains, meditating, using 10% of his consciousness to control the clone, while his main self trained. Meanwhile, the clone lived an ordinary life, blending seamlessly into the town.
Leorin, in the clone's presence, flushed and grinned like a predator spotting prey.
"Ohh, Leorin, why are you grinning like a wolf who found a pig in a straw house?" Agnes teased.
"What? Who's grinning? Quit being so annoying!" she snapped.
Before Agnes could respond, the ground trembled violently. Buildings shook. Dust and debris filled the streets. People screamed, running for cover.
Agnes' eyes widened as he saw the devastation. Pregnant women, children—innocent lives—were caught in the chaos.
A man shouted, pointing upward: "Look! Look at the sky! There's a monster!"
Everyone gazed upward. The sky itself seemed to darken, dominated by a face the size of a dwarf planet, grinning maliciously. It was the same monster Agnes had glimpsed before, during the child's vision.
Agnes and Leorin exchanged a glance.
"Run," they said in unison.