Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World - Chapter 647: Her Law, Her Defeat, A Hungry Undead (2) [Last Day of the month! Requesting votes!!]
Chapter 647: Her Law, Her Defeat, A Hungry Undead (2) [Last Day of the month! Requesting votes!!]
Law of Perfection and Union.
This was Rynne’s law.
It was a rare law that embodied more than one truth, essentially two laws fused into one.
It was a universal truth among supernaturals that one could only wield a single law. Yet across the vast universe, there were always exceptions.
While only one law could be used to ascend, it was not an unbreakable rule that one had to be tied to a single Greater Law. The first step toward unity with the universe was understanding, and the universe itself was a body woven from countless laws.
These laws were known as Truths.
Supernaturals grasped fragments of these truths, shaped them through their understanding, and ascended by imitating the world’s authentic laws. Thus, even if two individuals drew from the same Greater Law, such as Fire, their abilities differed, not from contradiction, but perception.
One might see fire as destruction; another, as rebirth. And at times, by coincidence, two minds might align so closely that their laws appeared nearly identical.
The universe was vast.
For some, light was salvation; for others, it was two faced. For some, darkness was chaos; for others, peace. As long as a supernatural could define meaning and order within a truth, that comprehension could become power.
Laws that embodied truths from more than one Greater Law were possible, but their requirements were immense. Even geniuses like Brian, who fused three truths into one, created only a stronger, more versatile law.
Of course, laws that embodied truths from more than one Greater Law were not necessarily superior. Strength was always subjective.
Rynne’s Law of Perfection and Union was a rare example of such dual comprehension, a law formed from two realized truths bound together in harmony.
Each still retained its own truth individually.
Like the Law of Perfection.
For Rynne, the Law of Perfection, which was connected to the Greater Law of Creation, represented the belief that everything in the universe possessed an ideal form.
A seed was never meant to remain a seed—it was the beginning of a towering tree, the full expression of what it could become.
Iron ore buried in the earth was crude and impure, yet within it lay the potential for gleaming steel, for weapons and tools that shaped civilizations.
Even the simplest elements—carbon, hydrogen, oxygen—when arranged with precision, became the foundation of life itself.
Perfection, to Rynne, was not flawlessness. It was completion. The fulfillment of potential.
Her law allowed her to glimpse that ideal and momentarily imitate it.
At her current level, she could not permanently perfect something, but she could manifest a temporary imitation of what that object or being would be if it reached its ultimate, flawless state—or at least what her own comprehension of perfection believed it to be.
A simple blade might gleam as though forged by a divine hand. A common stone might shimmer like a gemstone under her touch.
Of course, she was still far from achieving certain feats. At least until she reached the stage where she could create something from nothing, she had to abide by the established rules of existence.
Then there was her other law.
The Law of Union.
For Rynne, the Law of Union, which was connected to the Greater Law of Balance, stemmed from her belief that everything in the universe sought equilibrium. Nothing existed in isolation—every force, every essence, every element required a counterpart to maintain harmony.
Her realized truth from the Law of Balance, through which she formed her Law of Union, was simple yet profound.
“All things that exist can become one, so long as their purpose aligns.”
Fire and water were the most common example. Alone, they clashed endlessly, one smothering the other. Yet when united under the right conditions, they created vapor—neither flame nor liquid, but something new, something higher.
All things could exist in union if their purpose aligned.
This was the foundation of Rynne’s Law of Union.
It allowed her to merge things that were difficult or even impossible for others to combine.
This was exactly what she had done with her armor. First, she fused the parts together seamlessly, then went a step further—merging the armor with herself to create a stronger, unified form.
Unfortunately, her law was still only in its seeding stage. It held immense potential, but at present, it was merely a reflection of her concept—a mimicry of the true thing.
That meant her current fusion was temporary and, once the effect faded, could lead to severe backlash on her body or the merged parts.
However, none of these were Rynne’s current concerns.
With her law active, Rynne had brought the armor to an extreme level.
Michael’s gaze narrowed, his senses sharpening instinctively.
“An epic-grade signature?” he muttered under his breath, disbelief flashing in his eyes.
The sensation was unmistakable. It was the faint resonance that only items of that tier emitted.
But this wasn’t an artifact lying in his soul space. It was coming from her.
From Rynne Halvane herself.
The armor she had merged with had transcended its original level.
By fusing her Law of Perfection with her Law of Union, she had forcibly elevated its essence.
Rynne gaze fixed on Michael. When she spoke, her voice had lost all trace of warmth.
“Michael Norman,” she said evenly, “be careful of the next attack.”
The metallic echo in her tone continued. “I’m not sure the system will be able to extract you from the Combat Space in time if you take it head-on. If you value your life, yield now.”
Her hair drifted weightlessly in the wind.
“I don’t want unnecessary damage,” she continued, her tone still detached. “But if by some chance you survive this strike…”
The glow in her eyes intensified.
“…I’ll admit my loss.”
She raised her hand.
Every spectator watching the projection felt their throats tighten.
Even Michael had a solemn expression on his face now.
Whatever she was preparing… it wasn’t something a Rank Two should have been capable of.
