Novel Full Chapter 665: Evolving [1]
Chapter 665: Evolving [1]
Inside the damaged coffin of forgotten spatial space, a youth in a black top and pants with an owl on his shoulder could be seen surrounded by multiple beasts of varying sizes. The air rippled faintly around them, filled with the scent of mana and faint traces of death energy.
There were monsters of all kinds, creatures of different shapes and colors. Some were monkey-like, their fur covered in strange, bright hues. Others were ape-like, massive in build and radiating an aura of primitive might.
Two among them were particularly familiar. They had once been Black Apes, creatures Michael had taken from the spatial crack he and his two classmates had cleared back in Woodstone City. Under his control, they had evolved into Blue Apes, attaining the rare rank. Later, they advanced further into Grey Apes as extraordinary rank creatures.
Scorpion-shaped monsters crawled across the ground nearby.
Through the academy channels, Michael had gathered a collection of undead that mirrored the variety of life itself. The result of Michael’s connections and time in the academy was evident in this space. There were tiger-like beasts, goat-shaped creatures, and even smaller undead resembling rats, ants, and mosquitoes.
In one corner of the coffin space, a school of fishlike undead drifted lazily through a floating sphere of black water. Beside them, a few hulking beasts towered and looked like elephants.
Michael stood silently, observing them with calm satisfaction. Through their shared link, his calm voice echoed directly into the minds of his undead.
“You’re making the space a little crowded. Change into your human forms.”
Immediately, a ripple of energy spread through the confined space as the undead responded. One after another, they began to shift. Bones cracked and rearranged, monstrous limbs shrank, and dark energy surged around their bodies as transformation began.
Before the change completed, however, several of them bent forward and vomited out strange objects. At first glance, it looked like chunks of debris, but on closer inspection, they were actually folded garments—shirts, cloaks, pants, belts, and even boots, all stored within their bodies.
Michael wasn’t surprised. Thanks to the undead transformation, their clothing often got destroyed during battle or while shifting between forms. To solve that, he had ordered those capable of storing things to keep spare clothes inside their bodies. The ones who couldn’t were instructed to hand theirs to those who could.
Of course, this method only worked when they weren’t in combat, but it saved him the hassle of constantly having to replace uniforms after every evolution, transformation, or fight. The last thing he wanted was to deal with an army of naked undead every time.
Soon, one by one, the monsters finished their transformations. The massive forms of beasts and grotesque abominations were replaced by human shapes—men and women of varying heights and builds, each with distinctive traits that betrayed their inhuman origins.
Every single one of them looked human at first glance, yet there was an underlying otherworldly quality to them.
Michael’s gaze swept across them, his expression unreadable but faintly pleased. He couldn’t help but feel increasingly satisfied as he looked at them.
After all, the undead in this space with him were all rank 3 creatures. This was also why Michael was sure his former friends couldn’t match him. Even the Michael from two months ago was weaker than the current one, not just in power but in knowledge as well.
Michael lowered the owl from his shoulder to the ground with care.
Wisdom blinked its eyes and hooted once. For all its pride, it was still the weakest in the legion, and the only beast with true spatial talent at rank zero. That alone gave it a special place at Michael’s side.
Michael had refused to evolve it for this very reason. Its talent came from a strange mutation, and rushing an evolution without the right essence could dull or even erase that gift. He would rather build a deep foundation first, then push it up the ranks in one clean climb.
This was why, even though he had materials now, Michael still wasn’t trying to evolve Wisdom with them but instead merge them.
After the first merge he did with Ace, then Spartan, Michael did not stop. He kept going. He did not dare attempt it with every undead under his banner as he didn’t have enough evolution points for such a thing, but for his majors, thanks to the added loyalty bonus, he had already merged each one with his blood. From that work, he had come to understand the clear line between merge and evolution.
Evolution raised a creature’s grade. It set a new ceiling and a new floor. His talent handled the heavy lifting, and the result was more or less stable.
Merge was different. Merge rewrote the foundation. It did not jump a rank by force. It changed what the creature was from the inside out. That meant the outcome lived or died on his planning. A good plan produced good results, and a bad merge did the opposite.
Michael still remembered one of his undead goats. He had misjudged and merged it with a material that it wasn’t compatible with. The skin sloughed like candle wax, and when he pushed an emergency evolution to save it, the creature stabilized but emerged as something new, a beast with acidic abilities that birthed a new creature entirely.
There were bright outcomes too. In a few cases, a merge alone, without evolution, had shifted race and even nudged rank. That was the promise of foundation work. Change the roots, and the trunk follows.
Michael ran a finger along Wisdom’s crown and let his thoughts settle. What would the case be for the owl?
Without hesitation, Michael pricked his finger and let a single drop of blood fall onto Wisdom’s head. The blood glowed faintly, sinking into the bird’s feathers like molten light. He then placed the two spatial stones beside the owl, one to the left and one to the right.
Before the owl could even react, Michael had already activated his talent. The effect was immediate.
Wisdom’s entire body flared with light, pure, transparent, and rippling like clear water under moonlight. The small stones beside it vibrated violently, their speckled cores releasing countless threads of starlight that streamed into Wisdom’s body.
Michael could see it—the fusion of his bloodline and the spatial energy within the stones, both being drawn into Wisdom’s foundation.Michael’s expression remained calm but focused.
After all, Wisdom was one of a kind. If he noticed anything odd in his favor, he would immediately evolve the owl.
He would rather have a failed evolution than a dead owl.
A cry tore through the coffin space.
Wisdom’s shriek was sharp and raw.
The other undead stirred slightly, but none moved. They were used to such scenes.
Michael didn’t flinch. Pain was part of every transformation. The scream meant the process was working, that Wisdom’s body was resisting and adapting at the same time.
“Endure it,” he said softly through their link.
Michael observed for a while longer before turning away. Around him, his undead army sat in absolute silence, each in their human form, each in a meditative pose.
This was something Michael had discovered weeks ago, almost by accident. Whenever he performed a merge or an evolution, threads of law essence bled into the air, lingering like invisible mist.
At first, he hadn’t noticed. But soon, he realized his undead were subtly growing stronger just by existing near him during these sessions. The effect wasn’t dramatic but steady, an invisible form of nourishment.
That discovery had changed everything.
Michael now understood something crucial about his talent.
He glanced around at his undead, his lips curving slightly.
He looked back at Wisdom, whose evolution didn’t seem like it would end anytime soon, and continued observing as the transformation went on.
A few more minutes passed. The light around Wisdom began to pulse slower.
Then, with a faint sound like cracking glass, a series of transparent panels shimmered into existence before Michael.
Lines of glowing text scrolled across them, filled with familiar messages and notifications.
He ignored the routine ones, things like [Blood Servant], and instead focused on the final few.
[Your mutated Blood Servant has evolved into a Three-Star Rare Rank Voidfeather]
[Voidfeather has advanced to Rank 2]
[Phase Shift has advanced to Perfect Mastery]
[Voidfeather has gained three new skills.]
> [New Skills Gained]
1. Dimensional Shroud (Basic): Temporarily cloaks the user in warped space, rendering them invisible to physical and spiritual perception for a short duration.
2. Fold Blink (Intermediate): Instantly shifts the user through folded space.
3. Singularity Pulse (Intermediate): Condenses unstable spatial energy into a single point before releasing it outward.
“Three new skills?” Michael murmured. “And all spatial in nature.”
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Thanks for reading today’s Chapter. And for those wondering about the slow updates, this is because another semester exam is on the way. Why they decided to have it on the last months of the year is beyond me T_T