I remained floating cross-legged high above the prison grounds, my eyes still closed as my comprehension of the blood law deepened through continuous refinent. Below , the aftermath of my experintation had settled into a grim stillness. Several of the prisoners had not survived the strain and now lay motionless across the open land, their bodies scattered as silent evidence of the limits I had pushed them to. The ones who remained alive were barely recognizable in comparison to their earlier state. Their skin had shriveled and tightened against their fras, their vitality drained to the point where even standing upright seed like an effort. Their breaths ca unevenly, and the strength that once defined them had been reduced to sothing fragile.
Above them, suspended in the air beneath , a massive pool of blood rotated slowly which I had extracted from their bodies.
It was no longer chaotic or uncontrolled. Every drop within it had been refined, structured, and brought under absolute command. The differences between races, between qualities, between strengths and weaknesses, all of it had been broken down and reorganized into a single unified mass.
Without opening my eyes, I moved my hand.
The pool responded instantly. It separated with precision, dividing into multiple distinct masses that descended toward the ground. Each portion spread briefly upon contact with the surface before rising again, reshaping itself under my will.
Forms began to erge.
Humanoid figures took shape from the blood, their bodies dense and stable, their forms refined to hold form without degradation. Weapons manifested alongside them, extending naturally from their forms—blades, spears, axes—each one created from the sa condensed blood that made up their bodies.
One after another, they rose until a hundred such beings stood upon the island.
They did not hesitate.
Each one moved outward, taking position along the periter that surrounded the weakened prisoners. Their spacing was exact, their formation complete, creating a boundary that left no opening.
Only then did I open my eyes.
At that mont, their presence expanded.
The aura released from each of them surged outward in unison, pressing down across the entire island.
Every single one of them stood at the level of a Grandmaster.
I smiled and opened my status.
[Level 4 - Major Law of Blood]
I had never truly understood the full potential of the Blood law.
If I had, I would have pushed it toward a Major law much earlier. What I had created here was not just a demonstration of control, it was an army. Each of those beings stood firmly at the Grandmaster level, not by chance, but by design.
The foundation ca from my comprehension of multiple laws. Blood alone would not have been enough to stabilize forms at that level. I had condensed the blood to an extre degree, refining its structure until it could sustain power without collapse. Then, I layered sealing runes within their forms, woven into their existence, ensuring that their strength remained contained.
It was not raw creation. It was construction.
I looked down at them.
"Make sure no one leaves this island," I said calmly. "And no one cos onto it."
The response was imdiate.
All hundred of them turned their heads toward in perfect synchronization and nodded.
A small chuckle escaped .
At their core, they were still constructs, ford without true individuality or will. But the mont I had infused them with my violet Essence, sothing had changed. Their power had not only increased significantly, but a basic level of intelligence had erged. Enough to understand, to respond, and to execute commands without hesitation.
That was more than enough.
I turned away.
In the next instant, space folded, and I vanished from the island.
When I appeared again, I stood within the capital of Abor, inside the hidden city concealed beneath the illusion I had created.
"Knight," I muttered.
The shadows beside stirred instantly, blooming outward before taking form as Knight stepped out of them.
"How is the progress?" I asked.
"We're done preparing," he replied. "North and Steve are ready as well. Both of them have already reached level 450, and now they're focusing on consolidating their laws."
As he spoke, his gaze moved over , scanning from head to toe with a slight pause.
Before I could ask anything further, he spoke again.
"Why is your body glowing silver?"
I blinked, then glanced down at myself. A faint silver sheen still lingered across my skin.
"Oh," I said, slightly surprised. "I forgot about that."
My physical body had already reached the level of a Saint.
I took a slow breath, and this ti I didn't push outward. Instead, I drew everything inward, suppressing the passive pressure and dulling the presence of that power. The silver glow faded gradually until it disappeared completely.
"There," I said with a small smile.
Knight watched the change carefully.
"What was that?" he asked.
"I've reached Saint level… physically," I replied.
He tilted his head slightly, considering that.
"But I don't feel any difference in my strength," he said after a mont.
I thought about it briefly.
"That's probably because I haven't ranked up to Saint through Essence yet," I said. "This is just the body."
He nodded once, accepting the explanation.
"Any response from the Nagas?" I asked.
"Yes," he replied. "They want you to et them."
I raised an eyebrow.
"Xeron is being particularly insistent," Knight continued. "He wants you to co see them before you go after the Grade 3 rift. He said it would be better if you t them at least once before that."
I shrugged lightly.
"Alright, let's go," I said. "There's no need to worry about the Nagas anymore. In fact, I wouldn't mind if they tried sothing. It would save us ti. We could settle who rules the Blue Spiral Galaxy right then and there."
Knight let out a short laugh and clapped his hands once.
"Wow, look at you," he said. "Just one upgrade and you've beco this confident. At least think about the rest of us. You might survive that encounter, but we may not."
I chuckled.
"Don't worry," I replied. "I'm not taking unnecessary risks with you all."
I sent out a ssage through our connection.
Within seconds, the space around shifted as my summons appeared one after another, each of them floating into position beside . Their presence filled the area instantly.
"We're heading to et the Nagas," I said. "I'll send all of you into the core. I'll go alone."
None of them objected. They simply nodded.
One by one, their forms dissolved and returned to the core, their presence fading from the space around until I stood alone once again.
Once they were gone, I extended my perception outward. I searched for my grandmother… and the others from Vaythos.
When I found them, I paused.
They were all gathered within training chambers, seated in deep ditation. Their bodies were still, their focus entirely inward as they adjusted themselves to the density of Essence and the sharper laws of Abor.
Even from a distance, I could sense the strain.
And the progress.
A faint smile appeared on my face. They were adapting faster than I expected.
I nodded and stepped forward and space folded around , the distance collapsing in an instant as I arrived inside the central monitoring do of the hidden city.
The vast structure humd quietly with activity. Streams of data, projections, and runic interfaces floated across the interior, tracking movents across Abor and beyond. At the center of it all stood Primus.
He was already there.
The mont I appeared, he turned around sharply, his expression shifting from focused concentration to sothing closer to relief mixed with urgency.
"Where were you?" he asked without hesitation. "I've been looking for you. There are several things that need your approval."
I raised an eyebrow slightly.
"What things?"
He didn't waste ti.
"We need to begin expanding infrastructure on Abor," he said, stepping closer. "First, I want to establish new cities specifically for the people of Vaythos. Not everyone should co at once, but we should bring the best, those with the highest potential. This environnt will accelerate their growth significantly if managed properly."
I nodded faintly, signaling him to continue.
"Second, we need a survivable transport and teleportation network across Abor itself," he went on. "Right now movent is inefficient. If we want to control this planet properly, we need stable routes—both physical and spatial."
His tone remained steady, but there was clear urgency behind it.
"Third, I propose creating long-range teleportation hubs," he added. "Not just within Abor, but connecting to major races and factions. If we control movent, we control access. And that gives us leverage."
That part was expected.
"Lastly," he said, pausing briefly, "we need resources. Crafting facilities, transportation ships, defensive systems, none of that cos free. We'll need a significant amount of funding if we want to scale properly."
He looked directly at .
"I need your approval to move forward on all of this."
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