The comprehension of the incomplete law was vastly different from grasping a mere concept. Kayden was absolutely certain he could never forget this law because, in reality, it didn’t exist; it was simply a profound understanding of space—so deep that he no longer needed mana to manipulate it. He only needed to move certain points, and space would follow his commands. It was as if he could see the threads that comprised space, holding it together, and by making minimal adjustments to these threads, his will would be enacted.
This knowledge was impossible to forget because Kayden realized his very soul had absorbed the understanding of the laws. It was embedded deeply within his soul, no longer a memory, but a part of him. After comprehending the law, the environment seemed to have changed for Kayden. He noticed many things that didn’t exist before and then...
The floating symbol was a form impossible to describe with ordinary words. It seemed to be composed of thin, shimmering lines interwoven into complex patterns, resembling a constantly moving, three-dimensional web. These lines gleamed faintly, as if they carried fragments of starlight, and shifted their structure according to a subtle, almost imperceptible rhythm, giving the impression that they were alive. The symbol, though ethereal, held a nearly palpable weight, an imposing presence that asserted itself over the space around it.
As the symbol floated, its lines bent and realigned like a perfect, mysterious mechanism, following invisible patterns that transcended common logic. It conveyed a sense of absolute stability as if it maintained the natural order of the territory in which it resided. With each gentle pulse, the symbol seemed to harmonize the space around it, connecting dimensions that would not normally intersect. It was a living expression of the essence of the law, unshakeable and eternal, radiating a silent yet irresistible power.
Kayden finally understood that this was not something a mortal could create; not even a god had this capability. It was likely the work of nature or a being far above anything encountered in present times. The symbol was a complete and living law, pulsating and shaping everything around it. Kayden could see all the threads being exchanged and moved without any being broken—a flawless and automatic exchange. Witnessing something so powerful was terrifying, and Kayden could feel the pressure of the law weighing on his mind.
After this realization, Kayden floated upward and set off in a random direction, having finally achieved his goals in that place. His strength had risen to a completely different level compared to when he entered, and his life was now divided into a "before" and "after" understanding the law. After flying for several days, Kayden came upon a point in space that seemed different—threads that weren’t being altered and threads that had a distinct shape. This was his door out of this place. After making a few adjustments to the threads, a hole opened in the fabric of space, and with a single step, Kayden found himself once again standing on the silver grass.
"Congratulations, boy. How long did it take you?" the same man from before was standing beside Kayden as he exited. To Kayden, a ridiculous amount of time had passed, but to the god, it was only a few seconds.
"Ten million years," Kayden murmured, and the god was surprised. It was a long time, but not excessively so.
"Congratulations. You can either leave now or continue exploring the realms." Kayden had nothing left to do here; a few more thousand years wouldn’t bring him any further gains.
"I’d like to leave," Kayden replied. He found himself floating in space outside the territory, back at the same point they had entered. After a few seconds of drifting, he was teleported to the false god’s estate.
Outside, a table was set with several dozen chairs, and some of the god’s children had returned. Atlas was not among them; only Matheus had come back. Kayden could see immediately that the boy had achieved a strength far beyond what was expected—his aura was much more menacing than before.
Several false gods and a few ordinary mages sat in the chairs. They all appeared to be high-level beings; this wasn’t a mere gathering but a banquet for the most powerful of the false gods. Many of those present held little faith in Kayden. His accomplishments were incredible, and he was a true monster, but many resented the way he had entered high society—through a marriage that brought little direct benefit.
"Kayden!" Athena appeared above him and hugged him tightly. Kayden smiled without even realizing it and returned the hug with all his strength. He hadn’t realized how much he missed her until he saw her again.
The two stood for a few moments, simply looking at each other, without any other reaction. Athena’s actions caught everyone by surprise, and some of the mages felt a tinge of jealousy—next to her beloved, the Ice Princess seemed just like a little girl.
"Was it worth it?" Athena asked after they exchanged glances.
"Yes, love. I became much stronger," Kayden responded, without providing too many details. It was far too absurd to speak of openly.
"What law did you grasp, master?" Matheus appeared beside them, almost like a younger brother they had adopted.
"The law of space," Kayden answered without hesitation, but his words stirred an uproar among the gods. It was a highly complex and ridiculously powerful law.
"Incredible, but how does it fit with your path?" Kayden had never revealed his path to anyone; only Yan and Athena knew. The rest could only speculate.
"Perfectly. It’s just a secondary enhancement," Kayden replied vaguely, but anyone who felt his aura… felt nothing. Kayden didn’t even seem to exist.
After hearing Kayden speak of his law, the surrounding gods focused on the environment. Initially, they thought it was just something Yan had done when bringing his son-in-law here, but now things had shifted in their perception. The space for hundreds of thousands of kilometers around seemed a little strange, yet no one could pinpoint exactly what it was.