Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World Chapter 799 Breathing Metal

Floor fifty-six.

The number echoed in Michael's mind.

Rynne continued casually, unaware of the impact her words had just caused. "I have other ans. Moving between floors isn't that difficult if you know how."

Michael did not respond imdiately.

Inside, a strange mix of emotions surfaced. Surprise. Relief. And, if he was being honest, a hint of jealousy.

He had not even known this level of travel was possible in Hell.

It really was good to have a background.

Whether that background ca from Rynne's teacher or her family, he could not tell. But it was clear she had access to things he did not.

Now he knew two critical facts.

He was on floor fifty-six.

And he had a way out of Hell.

Michael let out a slow breath.

"Fine," he said. "I'll go with you."

Rynne relaxed slightly, though she hid it well. She turned back toward the ruins, already shifting her focus.

Michael followed her gaze.

"So," he asked, "what is this place exactly?"

Rynne hesitated for a mont, then began walking toward the nearest broken platform. Michael moved beside her, his senses still spread wide.

"This used to be an alchemy ground," she said. "A major one."

Michael glanced at the surrounding structures again. From up close, the scale beca even clearer.

"A very powerful civilization built this place," Rynne continued. "About two thousand years ago."

"This deep in Hell?" Michael asked.

She nodded. "Yes. Which already tells you how confident they were. Or how strong."

She gestured ahead, toward a collapsed hall whose interior was still lined with fractured channels and embedded arrays. Even eroded, the design scread refinent.

"They specialized in alchemy," Rynne said. "Not the crude kind. Large scale synthesis. Law infused materials. Artificial environnts. Entire production chains."

Michael listened carefully.

"What happened to them?" Michael asked.

Rynne's tone darkened slightly.

"They were destroyed in a war. A race war, actually. It started outside

Hell, spilled into it, and eventually reached this place."

Michael frowned. "A race war strong enough to wipe out a civilization like that?"

"Yes," Rynne replied. "And that wasn't the end of it."

She slowed her steps.

"There's no concrete proof," she said, "but it's widely believed that the demon kings from the lower floors were involved."

Michael's gaze sharpened.

"The lower floors," he repeated.

Rynne nodded. "Think about it. A civilization bold enough to build sothing this grand on floor fifty-six was a threat. Not just to other

races, but to demons as well."

She looked around again.

"If you were a demon king and you saw a powerful enemy establishing roots this deep in your territory, would you wait?"

Michael did not answer.

"It was an opportunity," Rynne continued. "A distracted enemy. A war already raging. It was the perfect mont to strike."

She stopped near the edge of a sunken platform, looking down into a dark chamber below.

"My class makes this place relevant to ," Rynne said.

Michael turned his attention fully to her.

"My class requires to build," Rynne continued. "Not just assemble or modify, but truly build. Most of what I create is weapon related, but it doesn't stop there. Structures. Components. Systems. Anything that can be refined, reinforced, or improved."

She tapped the side of her armor lightly.

"Because of that, I've had to study a lot. Materials. Where they co from. How different realms refine them. What thods work, which ones fail, and which ones are outright forbidden."

Rynne gestured toward the ruin again.

"That's how I knew about this place. Not just that it exists, but what it was used for. Even after thousands of years, even after scavengers and explorers picked it clean, I know sothing important will still be

here."

"There might still be materials. Artifacts. Tools. Those always exist in ruins like this. But that's not what I ca for."

She slowed, her gaze growing sharp.

"The true value of this civilization wasn't what they stored," she said.

"It was what they created before they were destroyed."

Michael felt a faint chill crawl up his spine.

"Their legacy," he said quietly.

"Yes."

Rynne stopped completely now, turning to face him.

"They were alchemists on a level most civilizations never reach. They

didn't just refine materials. They refined concepts. Processes. Ways to interact with laws."

"The true treasure of this civilization," Rynne said, her voice low, "is

still here."

Michael let out a slow breath.

"And that," she finished, "is what I'm after."

Michael wanted to ask what, exactly, that treasure was.

The words almost left his mouth.

But he stopped himself.

This was a line that should not be crossed lightly. So he held his

silence, eyes lingering on the broken alchemy channels carved into

the stone beneath their feet.

Rynne noticed.

She glanced at him, then looked back toward the ruin's depths.

"I might as well say it myself," she said quietly.

Michael shifted his attention back to her.

"The treasure I'm here for," Rynne continued, "is called the Breathing

tal."

Michael's brow furrowed slightly.

"Breathing tal?"

She nodded.

"It's not a taphor," she said. "And it's not so poetic na

soone slapped onto an ordinary material."

"According to the records I studied, the Breathing tal was one of

their greatest creations. Not mined. Not forged in the usual sense. It

was grown."

Michael's eyes sharpened.

"Grown how?"

"It devours," Rynne said. "Other tals. Alloys. Rare materials. Even

law infused substances. It consus them and absorbs their traits."

She looked up at him. "Strength. Density. Conductivity. Affinity. Stability. Whatever the consud material has, the Breathing tal learns it."

Michael felt a quiet ripple of shock pass through him.

"There's no fixed limit," she continued. "As long as it has sothing to

feed on, it can continue to upgrade itself. Beco larger. Stronger. More complex."

"It could be anything you want it to be. It was truly a priceless legacy."

This was Rynne's confidence in surpassing Michael in the future. If she could build her foundation with this tal, her power would grow into sothing unimaginable.