NOVGO.NET Chapter 576 Another Evolution
Chapter 576 Another Evolution
A lot had happened in these three days.
On the Land of Origin’s side, Michael had finally secured full control over Thornvale.
The clean-up and repairs were no longer just ideas. They were already being set in motion.
Roads were patched, walls reinforced, and the basics of governance reshaped under his hand.
Yet Michael knew this was only the beginning. To truly ease the burden on his citizens, he would eventually need to purchase supplies from Aurora and funnel them into Thornvale.
For now, though, his focus remained simple and that was to strengthen the foundation first.
If Thornvale’s base was solid, then everything else would follow more easily. Even the wolves prowling outside his borders could wait until his house was in proper order.
In Aurora, life was quieter, at least, in theory.
The truth was, Michael could hardly step outside without being recognized. His sudden rise had turned him into a public figure, and the stares, whispers, and interruptions followed him wherever he
went.
His first taste of fame was… complicated. Unpleasant in its intrusions, but pleasant in the way it affirmed his growth.
Michael would never admit it out loud, but he couldn’t deny that the recognition stirred something warm in his chest.
Still, fame was the least of his concerns.
In those days, he had achieved something far more important. Michael had secured another bulk of spirit potions. Not nearly as
large as his last haul which had boosted his Evolution Points past eight thousand, but still enough.
By his estimate, this batch would grant him around two thousand points.
And that was enough.
Enough to evolve himself.
The decision had already been made.
Aside from Teacher Brian, no one knew his true race as a High Human. But Michael had a feeling this secret wouldn’t hold once he stepped into the academy.
Rather than arrive there like he was now, he wanted to walk in a new state.
Whatever came after, the future Michael would handle it. This evolution would be his step forward now.
This wasn’t the only thing Michael had accomplished.
Thanks to his increased forum access, Michael now knew more than he ever had before. Not everything, of course-the Supers Forum wasn’t a place that laid out truths on a silver platter-but whenever he searched, answers began surfacing where before there had been walls.
And with his current concerns weighing on him, Michael had only focused on two things. What the academies truly were and how one cultivated a law.
Like he had suspected, cultivator academies functioned as genuine schools. They trained, instructed, and passed down techniques. But for Awakeners, it was different. Not a school. Not quite an organization either. Something else.
A gathering of Awakeners-for one purpose.
To fight.
But fight what?
That was the question.
The answer was uglier up close.
It wasn’t mere skirmishes but a campaign for dominion.
A war so broad that multiple civilizations across the cosmos bled into
it.
A race war.
And the academies, cultivator and Awakener alike, stood as the Federation’s cultivated edge, supplying trained force to defend their realm.
Reading that, Michael felt his chest grow heavy. This wasn’t some safe simulation. It was a war fought in your real body, with real death at the end of a mistake.
Yet he wasn’t as afraid as he’d imagined he might be.
Maybe it was because of the knowledge of his own strength. Or maybe it was the simple uselessness of fear when the road ahead
didn’t fork.
Either way, the conclusion he’d been circling clicked into place.
Evolve.
If the battlefield demanded more than he had, then he would bring more to the battlefield. More strength for himself-not just through his undead. If the academies were garrisons, then Rank 3 wouldn’t wait for him; he had to chase it. And if evolution shaved a layer off the gap, even before he touched a law, then the choice wasn’t really a
choice at all.
The second half of Michael’s search led to a deeper, and far more abstract revelation.
Law cultivation.
It was nothing like mastering a skill.
The answer he found came cloaked in philosophy and fragmented explanations. None of them direct, but all circling a singular truth: To cultivate a law was to comprehend a piece of the universe.
To take hold of it, one first had to understand it. To observe how a principle governed all things and then, through will and insight, carve a sliver of that order into the soul.
It was to study cause and effect until the threads behind reality began
to loosen.
The more Michael read, the more he realized what separated those who stumbled into laws from those who truly cultivated them.
Understanding.
Not shallow comprehension, but deep, systemic awareness. The kind that came from peeling back layer after layer until only essence
remained.
It explained why those who had a profound grasp of their core skills
were often the first to brush against law. A swordsman who understood not just the motion of a blade, but the flow of force and the stillness between movements, might glimpse the Law of Sharpness or the Law of Cutting.
A pyromancer who dissected the birth of a flame, the way heat devoured and light revealed, could reach toward the Law of Fire.
It was knowledge, and it was talent.
Knowledge, Michael could accumulate. He could learn the mechanics behind every supernatural he faced.
Talent… talent was trickier. It was what separated a prodigy from the
masses. But Michael had long since stopped believing in the fairness of that divide. For him, evolution had always been a bridge across gaps that should have been insurmountable. If talent was what it took, then
he would cheat talent itself.
What made Michael delighted though was that it was said that academies had a way to make the path a bit easier. However, he would need to get there first to see what that
opportunity was.
Right now, in the space of the Damaged Coffin of the Forgotten, with no undead but only himself inside, Michael downed several bottles of spirit potions, chuckling as he watched the number of his Evolution Points steadily increase.