Absolute Cheater - Chapter 287

Chapter 287: Glimpse of Law II
[You have begun the path of the Law of Death]

[Initial Authority: Soul Passage granted]

[You may now guide a soul through its final journey. Death bends to your understanding, not your will.]

[You have comprehended 1% of the Law of Death]

[Title Gained: Supreme Law Glimpser]

[Supreme Law Glimpser: A title bestowed upon those who have glimpsed the foundations of the Supreme Laws—those which govern the core pillars of existence itself, such as Death, Life, Creation, and Destruction.]

Laws in the cosmos are divided into three distinct tiers:

➤ Lesser Laws

These are the most commonly encountered and understood. They form the elemental and fundamental forces of reality. Examples include:

Fire

Wind

Water

Earth

Metal

Ice

They are the “building blocks” of Galaxies and are often the first laws one learns to manipulate.

➤ Greater Laws

Greater Laws are born from the fusion, evolution, or deeper understanding of multiple Lesser Laws. They reflect more complex and abstract concepts, often requiring intense perception and spiritual maturity to grasp. Examples include:

Lightning

Magma

Time

Space

Gravity

Blood

These Laws are rare, and those who wield them are often feared or revered.

➤ Supreme Laws

The rarest and most terrifying of all. These Laws are not combinations—they are foundations. They existed before the world took form. They are not simply forces, but principles of reality.

Examples include:

Death

Life

Creation

Destruction

Fate

Nothingness

To comprehend even a fraction of a Supreme Law is to walk outside the bounds of normal cultivation. It means touching the raw script that weaves the universe itself.

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“Hmm… and I started with one of these very Laws thanks to my new cheat,” Asher mumbled as he studied the information he’d just gained. “Otherwise, I might’ve already died.”

He turned his head to the side—and found Valeris there.

She was sitting cross-legged in serene silence, positioned before what looked unmistakably like another Sovereign Key, its presence pulsing with quiet, regal authority.

“I guess she’s doing fine now,” Asher muttered with a faint smile.

He closed his eyes once more, allowing his awareness to sink deeper.

And so, in the silence of that void, Asher began to comprehend the Law of Death even further.

The void hummed softly, not in sound but in resonance—as if space itself recognized the weight of what Asher was becoming.

He sat unmoving, his body surrounded by the faint shimmer of the Primordial Heart’s rhythm. Each pulse radiated subtle waves, and with every beat, more fragments of the Law of Death revealed themselves—threads of stillness, of finality, of transition.

His breath slowed until it was barely perceptible. Not because he was near death, but because he was beginning to align with it.

Memories of battles, of losses, of souls that had passed through his hands, returned—not as pain, but as lessons. The first beggar he’d watched die on the streets. The fallen enemies he’d laid to rest in war.

They were all echoes of Death. And now, he could listen to them.

Suddenly, a whisper drifted past him. Not in words, but in sensation—grief, love, acceptance, fear. A soul was passing somewhere nearby, its essence trembling on the border between life and erasure.

And Asher heard it.

He raised a hand.

In the darkness, a silver thread shimmered into view—delicate, glowing, fragile. The dying soul of someone far away. Unseen by the living. Ignored by the world. But not by him.

He touched it gently.

[Soul Passage: Activated]

[Target: Wandering Soul Detected – Status: Unanchored, Lost]

[Do you wish to guide it to rest?]

“Yes,” Asher said softly.

In that moment, a swirl of light gathered in his palm, shaping into a fleeting image—a young child, eyes wide, lost in panic. The child’s form flickered, incomplete. Their final memories were fractured. Asher didn’t need words. He understood.

“You don’t need to be afraid anymore,” he whispered.

The child looked at him—not as a stranger, but as something ancient and kind. Something final. A comforter of endings.

And with a final smile, the soul vanished into the silence.

“Soul Passage, huh… what a weird Authority I’ve gotten,” Asher mumbled to himself.

At first glance, it sounded gentle—almost sacred—but in truth, Soul Passage was more than just a guiding light.

It was an offensive Law, cloaked in serenity.

By invoking it, Asher could wield the essence of Death itself—using the understanding of the Law to strike directly at a soul, bypassing flesh and spirit alike. With a single invocation, he could cause someone to die without pain, without resistance, without even realizing it—their soul simply plucked from the cycle, erased before fear or regret could take hold.

But it also held its opposite.

As he had just done, Soul Passage could serve as a conduit, a sacred thread by which lost souls could be led to peace. Whether through mercy or necessity, it was a Law of balance—destruction and release.

“A sword or a lantern,” Asher whispered, looking at his hand. “Guess it depends on who I’m holding it for.”

While Asher reflected on the strange duality of his new Authority, the void around them pulsed again—subtly, but with undeniable presence. His gaze drifted to Valeris, still seated in silence before the radiant artifact floating in front of her.

The Sovereign Key hovered just above the ground, spinning slowly. Its form was alien yet beautiful—an obsidian core surrounded by rotating bands of violet light, etched with runes that defied mortal language. Each rotation sent out soft ripples, touching the fabric of this place as though tuning the air itself to its frequency.

Valeris breathed in deeply, her eyes closed, hands resting on her knees.

Unlike Asher, whose breakthrough came through victory, her path was conquest—refining her will, not releasing it. She didn’t ask for the Key to accept her.

She intended to wrest it into belonging.

In the sea of void, her consciousness extended inward.

The moment she touched the Sovereign Key’s essence, a storm erupted in her mind. She found herself suspended within an endless sky of thorns—dark, sharp, beautiful. The Sovereign Key responded with images, challenges, visions of her greatest regrets, her failures, and the blood she’d shed to become who she was.

“Show me all of it,” she growled.