Chapter 136: The Art of Creation (2/2)

Yet, he hesitated. The final fragment was missing from the legacy, meaning he would have to look for the fragment himself. What if he never found it? Wouldn't his growth stop at that time? He needed to become the strongest to survive as the outsider in a world full of enemies.

If he trained in a certain art, he couldn't use another afterward. It was like craving mana paths into his own body, ones that were specific to every art. Fire arts would allow fire ability users to wield stronger flames and survive burning infernos. However, they couldn't just forgo their bodies and restart from scratch.

”What do I have to lose?” Arthur shook his head as his mind cleared. ”This is the only art I can use to bring out the full potential of my runes.” He knew that essences were important later in determining his forte of ability. He needed the Creation Essence.

Arthur bought the Art and he witnessed new words begin written in his legacy.

[Arts: The Art of Creation – Part One]

Knowledge flowed into his mind as he felt his head splitting. He grabbed his head and gritted his teeth without letting out a sound as he experienced the feeling of being stabbed in the head multiple times.

After the process was over, he found himself drenched in sweat. Now, a piece of memory lived in his mind with no way to erase it. As long as he tried to, he could recite every word in the art without beating an eye.

”Creation is the path of gods.” Was the first sentence.

”Existence is unfeeling, not designed to serve or destroy life. It has no physical body, yet it is as real as everything and it is everything. No one can deny it and everyone needs to bow down to it.”

”Except for you.”

After those words that shook his being as if a celestial giant has written them, the art went on to explain how to create a Creation Essence, how to train his mana to serve him, and how to break through the limits of his mortal body. It explained the paths he would use and mana he would circulate until he condensed them into manablood. From the manablood, he would then condense it into an essence.

Arthur sat there feeling alive for the first time in his life as he read the words of this art. It wasn't that he was overjoyed, but he felt existence so clearly and distinctively as if he had been living behind an endless fog, unaware and lost.

Without even realizing it, Arthur began using the Art. His fatigue disappeared as his mana came to life, finally finding an unobstructed path to follow. It sang in harmony as his body started getting stronger every time mana passed.

His existence was getting stronger and Arthur had the illusion he would sink into space because everything around him was so thin and so faint.

He felt peace.

As he sat there, he felt confident. There was nothing in this world that he couldn't do or would stop him anymore. He'll advance without looking back, doing whatever he wanted despite the odds. He'll break through every obstacle if it dared stand in front of him.

His stats remained the same, but he could feel his body changing to host more power. He didn't need a mana-condensing agent from Sier anymore because this art used a single condensing agent that was abundant to everyone.

Laws of existence.

They served him, obediently, as his mana took a less ethereal form and became more real. He only needed time until he breaks through the shackles of humanity.

However, he needed to stop. He was losing himself in the feeling of being one with existence. At some point, he felt the boundaries of his ego shake threatening to collapse. He opened his eyes as he left that wondrous state.

A day has passed since he started using the Art. A whole day without him realizing it, he had no sensation of time. He was no longer the same.