After hearing the details of Jester's Law, Michael was almost certain Jester was shifting away from being solely a mind-controlling creature toward sothing fate-based.
He didn't know how that would play out in the future, but he had his expectations. After all, the Law of Heavenly Revelation sounded
genuinely impressive. Based on Jester's choice of words, it was clear he was satisfied with it too.
Still, Michael couldn't help feeling curious about how the Law could actually be applied. It was fate-related, after all. The mystery surrounding it stirred sothing deep in him.
"Why don't we try using your Law a bit to better understand it."
As Jester's master, this was his right and responsibility. Only Michael knew this was really just his curiosity pushing through.
Jester did not hesitate. "As Master wishes."
There was no resistance in his tone. Though the knowledge of his Law existed within him, it was still just knowledge. Even if Michael had not suggested it, Jester would have tested it in private eventually. Practical experience was necessary.
The faint golden runes etched across Jester's surface began to glow slightly brighter.
"My Law requires a reference point," Jester began. "A target, to be precise. Fate cannot be observed in isolation. It must be anchored to sothing."
Michael nodded slightly. "That makes sense."
"To allow Master to better understand, I request permission to connect to your senses."
Michael didn't hesitate. "Do it."
The mont he agreed, a subtle shift occurred. It felt less like sothing new and more like an additional layer had been placed over his existing perception. His vision remained the sa, but sothing else overlapped it.
The sensation reminded Michael of a skill he hadn't used in so ti, the one that allowed him to share senses with his undead. As that brief nostalgia passed, the world around him expanded through Jester's perspective.
Michael's senses stretched outward rapidly, far beyond his usual range. Streets, buildings, distant figures, movent across the entire city, everything within eighty thousand tres beca perceivable at
once.
"...Interesting," Michael muttered.
Within that vast field of perception, countless targets appeared. Ordinary people. Awakeners. So loose creatures still roaming the aftermath. Though dawn had barely begun to approach, there was movent everywhere.
Jester's voice followed calmly. "We will select a simple target."
Michael didn't object.
Within that massive field, Jester filtered through countless presences with a precision that bordered on unsettling before finally settling on
one.
"They will suffice."
Michael's perception shifted focus. Under a building so distance away, two ordinary Supers Association staff mbers stood in partial cover, speaking quietly to each other. Their voices were low, tired, and rough from exhaustion, but through Jester's senses Michael heard them with unnatural clarity, as though he were standing only a few steps away rather than tens of thousands of tres distant.
"...I really thought I was going to die back there," one of them said, letting out a shaky breath. He was leaning against the wall, one hand
pressed to his side. "When those things ca out of the cracks, I honestly thought that was it."
The other gave a bitter laugh. "You weren't the only one."
He lowered himself onto a broken slab of concrete and rubbed his face hard, as if trying to push away the lingering fear. "Fortunately those strong individuals appeared. If not for them, Brightgate would've been finished. Us too."
The other fell silent for a mont before speaking again. "When I graduated from the cultivation academy and chose to work for the Supers Association instead of going to the front line with the Federation soldiers..." He let out a dry breath. "Almost dying in my own city wasn't exactly part of the plan."
The first one gave a weak snort. "That's because you were naive."
"Maybe."
"In the end, the world was never truly safe." His tone turned quieter. "Whether you hide in a city, join the Association, or go to the front line, danger is danger. The only real protection anyone has is their
own strength."
The other man didn't argue. After a mont he nodded faintly. "At least we're still better off than ordinary people. They couldn't even defend themselves."
Michael listened from the living room, his expression turning slightly
odd.
The clarity of it all surprised him. Not the words themselves, but everything surrounding the people saying them. Their breathing. The rhythm of their heartbeats. The slight tremble of lingering fear still present in their voices. Even the scrape of cloth when one of them adjusted his sleeve reached him with perfect precision.
It was absurd.
This wasn't rely enhanced hearing. It was closer to direct
interception of everything happening around a target, regardless of distance.
Michael couldn't help feeling impressed. Even if Jester's current use of his Law couldn't yet produce anything spectacular in direct application, this alone was already deeply unsettling for information gathering. As long as Jester's senses could reach soone, very little would remain truly private.
At the sa ti, Michael's mouth twitched faintly. "...Why does this make feel like a gossiper?"
Jester's calm voice answered imdiately. "Because Master is listening to a private conversation."
Michael was silent for a second. Then he admitted, "...Fair enough."
He let the silence sit briefly before asking the more important
question. "Will this affect them?"
Jester understood imdiately. "No, Master. As long as I do not interfere with their fate directly, they will not be affected in any way. They will not notice my observation, nor detect anything abnormal."
"Not at all?"
"At my current stage," Jester answered, "one would likely need to be at least a rank above to sense my gaze with any reliability. If the target is ordinary, it becos even harder. Their senses would be too dull to perceive sothing like this unless I made direct contact. This is based on what I absorbed from the old man's mories. I would
only need to be cautious of those within that rank."
That made Michael even more impressed.
At the sa ti, the ntion of interfering with fate brought
sothing else to the surface of his mind. Jester's new skill. The fate-related one.
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