The neon glow of the city streets blurred into a kaleidoscope of vibrant blues and crimsons as Alex continued his solitary walk. To the rushing crowds of salarymen, teenagers glued to their smartphones, and low-ranked Hunters in tactical gear, he was invisible—a ghost passing through a forest of steel and glass.
Yet, beneath that placid surface, Alex's mind was processing a torrent of data. The conceptual framework of this world was remarkably efficient. In the Soul World, a cultivator might spend a century enduring bone-breaking tribulations just to break through a single bottleneck. Here, a cosmic cosmic switch flipped during an awakening ceremony, and a mortal instantly commanded the laws of fire, space, or gravity.
It was artificial, yes. It lacked the deep, foundational comprehension of true cosmic laws. But as a mechanism for mass-producing high-density combatants to defend a reality? It was brilliant.
