Novel Full Chapter 772: Changes
Chapter 772: Changes
Meanwhile, a few minutes ago, just as Michael saw his two titans, in another realm, another Michael was looking around in confusion.
He stood inside a spacious chamber built from pale stone and dark wood. The ceiling rose high, but not overwhelmingly so, supported by sturdy beams carved with simple patterns of leaves and geometric lines. Small glass lamps hung from iron hooks, their steady light filling the room with a warm glow rather than brilliance.
The floor beneath his boots was smooth stone, worn slightly at the edges from years of careful use. A large woven rug covered the center of the room, its patterns muted but tasteful, dyed in deep greens and browns. It softened his steps and dulled the echo of movement.
Along the walls stood tall shelves made from polished oak, filled with neatly arranged books, scroll cases, and sealed containers. Everything was orderly. Nothing felt wasted or excessive. Whoever owned this place valued function as much as comfort.
This was a guest room in the Evermoon mansion.
"I didn’t expect it to be possible to disconnect from this body without it rejecting me," Michael said, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.
Well, it did make sense when he thought about it.
Aside from their synchronization in strength, one thing both bodies could feel was their soul, as they shared the same one.
How that worked was still far beyond what the current Michael could understand through any textbook explanation, but it was simply how things were.
And there had been multiple instances that proved this.
The most recent was when even his body in the Land of Origin had entered a so-called log out state, only resuming activity once he himself regained consciousness.
Another example was when he had made the mistake of evolving his spear inside his soul space using soul energy instead of external mana. That had left him so exhausted that not only did the body in the Land of Origin fall unconscious, but Michael’s ordinary body followed as well.
However, none of these were his current concern.
He had been unconscious for a total of three days. During that time, a great deal had happened.
At present, Michael could sense several powerful guards stationed outside his room. However, before stepping out to understand the situation, he wanted to examine the changes that had occurred to him first.
"Status."
[Name]: Michael Norman
[Rank]: 2 (MAX)
[Level]: 50
[Talent]: Infinite Evolution
[Gift]: Mark of Origin
[Title]: First in History, Outlier
[Class]: Master Necromancer
[Attributes]:
Strength: 892.75
Agility: 932.71
Constitution: 1140.92
Intelligence: 955.92
Compared to six months ago, when Michael had only just become a supernatural, the difference between his past and present status was like the gap between realms.
Back then, his attributes had barely scraped past single digits. Strength, agility, constitution, intelligence. Each one had been so low that even modest growth felt significant. Now, every value sat comfortably in the three digit range, with one already surpassing four.
And it would not stop there.
As he continued to grow, it was only a matter of time before all of them fully entered four digits.
In fact, Michael knew something else.
If he were still human, truly human, then his current attributes would already place him firmly within the four digit range. A normal human with numbers like these would likely be considered a powerful Rank Three existence.
But Michael was no longer human.
He was something higher.
And that difference mattered.
Despite his overwhelming attributes, he was still only a Rank Two supernatural. That alone said more than any number ever could. The gap between races was not subtle. It was brutal.
That also explained why Michael’s attributes had not condensed or readjusted downward when he evolved into a True Human.
The answer was simple.
High Human was the peak of the human race.
Michael only came to understand this later.
True Human was not a new race at all.
It was a title.
A recognition that he had pushed the limits of what a human could be and stepped beyond them. The title did not replace his race. It reinforced it. It strengthened it. It elevated everything he already possessed instead of compressing it into something smaller.
However, Michael knew that his current attributes were not this high simply because he had evolved into a True Human.
That was only part of it.
The greater reason lay elsewhere.
It was because of the law he had comprehended.
When one awakened a law seed, they did not immediately ascend to Rank Three. Ascension was not instantaneous. But once a law seed formed, as long as it was compatible with the individual and nothing went wrong, ascension became almost inevitable.
Even if one did nothing but slowly comprehend their law over time, the path forward was already set.
Michael understood this well.
His law seed was not only awakened, it had been formed through deep comprehension rather than shallow insight. Because of that, he was already far ahead on the path toward completing it.
Halfway, at least.
Normally, reaching this stage would take decades. For some, even longer. But Michael’s comprehension had not been gradual. It had been forced under extreme circumstances, driven forward by a situation so abnormal that it defied common understanding.
Whether that pace would continue remained unclear.
The moment he comprehended his law had been unique. There was no guarantee that the same acceleration would ever happen again.
Still, even without completing his law seed, without receiving the formal blessing of the universe that came with ascension, merely possessing it had already strengthened him.
That was why his attributes were so high.
A law seed was not passive.
It refined the body. Stabilized the soul. Aligned existence itself toward a higher state.
In any case, thanks to already having a law seed, Michael only needed time before he eventually ascended to Rank Three.
However, all of this was only the good news.
After that, his attention shifted to the bad.
The sections of his status panel that revealed the condition of his soul.
His contract slots.
Thanks to his evolution into a True Human, Michael’s contract slots had once reached fifteen hundred. With the awakening and deepening of his law seed, approaching two thousand would not have been strange. At the very least, there should have been some form of growth.
Now, the current Michael was staring at a number far lower than expected.
A mere one thousand and thirty five slots.
And roughly twenty percent of them were already filled.
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A/N; Editing next Chapter. Please be patient.