Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World

Chapter 579: Chaos Descend (Refresh Chapter to Clear errors if seen!)

[You have received a new Title: Mortal God.]

Summary: Against the natural order, a mortal body not yet divine has taken the shape and resilience of a god’s vessel. This title recognizes your defiance of limits.

Effect: Physical durability, vitality, and recovery are drastically increased. Your mortal body functions as a pseudo-divine vessel, granting resistance to law-based damage.

Another panel followed, threads of light coalescing into sharper lines.

[You have received a Gift: Eye of Truth.]

Summary: The gaze of a Divine Person, bestowed by the universe as acknowledgement of divinity. Only beings who carry a trace of the divine—whether through realm, bloodline, or universal recognition—may awaken such eyes. The Eye of Truth strips away all deception and reveals the essence of existence.

Effect: Allows you to perceive hidden truths, pierce illusions, and glimpse the underlying structure of laws. Prolonged use may cause backlash upon the soul.

Michael was shocked, but he barely had any time to react before the light from above ceased, and his body sank.

Not fell—sank.

The supernatural body was a peculiar thing. For example, a frame weighing little more than seventy kilograms to house the strength to shatter mountains was a contradiction by mundane logic. Yet it was possible. How?

Aurora had its own explanation. An acknowledged theory, expressed in different forms across the universe, described this phenomenon. Here, it was called supernatural cells. They functioned in a way oddly reminiscent of fat cells—countless, ever-present, storing and releasing energy in ways the ordinary eye could not perceive.

They multiplied with cultivation and grew denser the further one progressed.

Of course, there were contradictions to this theory.

Yet even with its flaws, Aurora’s interpretation still held its own merits. Supernatural cells explained why powerhouses could remain deceptively light, and why weight alone did not dictate might.

In Michael’s case, however, his sudden surge of strength and lack of control told a different story.

His true weight—no, the pressure of his existence—was unleashed.

The ground beneath him groaned.

Cracks spiderwebbed outward from where his presence sank into the earth. At first, it was faint, like soil shifting after rain, but within moments the dome itself quivered as the ground depressed by several meters. Dust lifted in waves, trees bent toward the collapsing heart, and stones tumbled inward as if drawn by an invisible tide.

Outside the dome, the effect was immediate.

The very air seemed to warp as Michael’s uncontrolled pressure leaked through Prince’s layered barriers, rattling the bones of all who lingered nearby.

Rank 3 monsters that had watched in patience stiffened. Their claws bit deeper into the dirt, their eyes glowing hotter. Some snarled low, unable to hold back the sound; others flexed wings or tails, striking the ground with anticipation.

Prince immediately adjusted the barrier, a ripple of pale light shoring up the trembling dome. Gale’s eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the restless horde outside.

Immediately the two both revealed their true form.

Their humanoid body seemed to wrap and they instantly got to their biggest size.

A heavy silence gripped the forest.

The first to break it was a wolf crouched low on the earth. Its massive form loomed, fur bristling, muscles coiled like a spring. Its fangs bared, and its growl rolled across the ground like thunder.

The wolf lunged forward, claws tearing furrows through the earth.

Prince reacted first.

The dome’s floor erupted with a storm of vines. They tore upward with crushing force, thick as towers, lashing and coiling in an instant to catch the wolf’s charge. Each vine hummed faintly with his will, thrumming with the law comprehension he had forged in the shadow of Michael’s transformation.

Gale moved at the same time in mid air

His first attack wasn’t mere elemental infusion. No—it was a law skill. Though still raw, still a blueprint etched during the flood of insights, it was unmistakable. His Law of Severing Wind bent into shape, sharper and more absolute than anything he had wielded before.

The air itself screamed as his blades of wind descended.

Prince’s vines struck first, smashing upward and unleashing a wave that wasn’t physical at all. The sound carried something deeper. It pierced past flesh and bone, diving straight into the soul.

A soul strike, hidden in resonance, that made the wolf stagger mid-charge with a snarl of pain.

In that same heartbeat, Gale’s severing blades fell.

Prince’s soul-wave and Gale’s severing wind had combined without planning.

The combination tore through a wide space.

The wolf reeled from the soul-wave, its body collapsing mid-step as Gale’s wind cleaved down. The strike carved through its body.

Four Rank 3 beasts, those who had edged too close, fell without even knowing why.

Then something surprising happened.

Prince moved with a chilling howl. His first strike had been the Soul Shatter Howl, a wave that rattled the spirit of touched. But what came next was something deeper.

The air chilled, heavy with a pressure older than killing intent. The fallen monsters twitched once, their lifeless eyes dim.

Wisps of pallid light tore free from the corpses, spiraling toward him. The souls of the slain were dragged screaming into his command, tethered by a law skill he had unknowingly forged after the first.

Nether Claim.

In an instant, those fragments bound to him, bending to his will. Their forms lingered like shadows, skeletal outlines of what they once were, kneeling at Prince’s side before fading into his body.

Gale’s head snapped toward him, eyes narrowing. He had known Prince was strong—but this... this was different.

The dead had become Prince’s strength.

A wolf of vines and shadow stood in his place now.

Prince howled again and it reverberated through the dome.

Beside him, Gale did not falter. His severing winds twisted tighter, responding to Prince’s soul quake like the second half of a symphony.

Together, the two undead moved as one.

The battle had truly begun.

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A/N: Sorry for the earlier mishap guys. Another Mass release tomorrow and no, this time I’m not running away after releasing haha.