The Nani Fashion Issue By:Kinoshita Nakui 4.8/5 Ratings 2.3 K Reads 3.6 M Words Tags Synopsis: Chapter 55: The Location of the Law Mark
Samuel’s fingertips glided across the open pages of *The Lunatic’s World Travel Guide*, and he could see a few panels of comics appear on it.
In the comic, the two armies of bumper cars were duking it out in an earth-shattering battle, drawn with quite a bit of fiery passion.
Samuel flipped through page by page. Celt and Falson could also see the content.
Celt saw it through their linked consciousness, while Falson viewed it via the system screen in front of him.
“Mm-hmm, the results are out.” Samuel stopped his page-turning.
The outco of the simulation ca quickly, and the ultimate winner was Hawking’s precious island deck.
That chain-summoning deck was just too dirty.
“Oh, you’re here?” Setting down the open travel guide in his hand, Samuel smiled as he looked at Falson at the door, pointing to the chair in front of the table beside him. “Co on in, co on in, have a seat.”
Falson followed the instruction, stepping into the room, and carefully sat down on the hard wooden chair opposite Samuel.
“Just woke up? How’d the Law Mark acquisition go?” Samuel asked with a smile, sitting on the edge of the bed, his head leaning against the headboard.
“Should be pretty smooth,” Falson replied, looking down at his own hands. “I can feel that I’ve gained so extraordinary abilities, but I’m not sure if this counts as normal.”
“It’s good that you can feel the change.” Samuel nodded. “The concept of ‘normal’ is already incredibly broad on the path of a Law Seeker. Everyone’s initial experience after inscribing a Law Mark is different. As long as your core ability has manifested and your perception has strengthened, that’s a successful start.”
“Hell, back when I first beca a Law Seeker, I didn’t even realize I was any different from other people,” Samuel said with a laugh.
“Now that you’ve just beco a Law Seeker, you probably have a ton of questions, right?” He lifted his head away from the headboard against the wall.
“I do have a few,” Falson admitted honestly.
Finally, he brought up so common-sense questions.
Most of these were the basic information the system had preloaded into his mind the night before, but he didn’t dare completely trust sothing parasitic inside his own brain. He desperately needed soone from the “real world”—soone like Samuel—to confirm the authenticity of that information.
Samuel patiently answered, and his explanations largely matched what the system had said, just phrased more clearly with so additional subtle, practical details.
After confirming that the system’s answers were mostly without issue, Falson thought for a mont and then asked his final question.
“Mr. Samuel,” Falson said, raising his head and eting Samuel’s gaze directly, “I can indeed feel an extra… energy inside . But the location of this energy is strange.”
“It’s clearly flowing within my body. I can clearly perceive its existence and operation. But when I try to lock down exactly which organ or which piece of flesh it’s in, I absolutely can’t. It feels like… it exists in another space that overlaps with my body? A ‘different space’ that only belongs to spirituality? Is this feeling normal? What is it exactly? And where is it?”
He had asked the system this sa question yesterday, but since Samuel didn’t know the answer at the ti, he could only give an evasive response.
Clearly, Falson wasn’t satisfied with that.
“The energy you feel is called spirituality. It’s the foundation of all extraordinary abilities. Think of it as the fuel for a Law Seeker to use their extraordinary abilities,” Samuel explained. “As for that ‘different space’ inside you…”
“Hmm…” He paused for a mont.
“I don’t know.” Samuel shook his head.
On this matter, Samuel had done so research on his own afterward.
He had discovered that, although his own main body didn’t have what could be called an internal space, his clone, Celt, did have one.
So it was just him who was special.
He had just briefly discussed it with Celt and also asked the Travel Guide to help look it up. They found that even the authorities didn’t understand the nature of this thing.
At the very least, in the textbooks used for official newcor training, the description for this was “unknown.”
However, the Travel Guide could only access information from the Law Seeker stage. Starting from the Law Contemplator stage, the confidentiality level got a bit too high, and the Travel Guide couldn’t see it.
After their discussion, Samuel and Celt ca to a conclusion.
The sea of qi, the dantian—call it whatever you want, any na will do. In short, it’s an organ that stores and regulates spirituality.
He speculated that things like Law Marks weren’t necessarily three-dinsional matter; they seed to exist sowhere between three and four dinsions. Placing a high-dinsional object inside the body makes it feel like there’s a little bit extra that can’t be completely contained.
But this thing is, indeed, inscribed on the soul. So, it creates a feeling of having an extra part inside, as if it’s both in the body and not.
But what it actually is? Where is it exactly? For now, there was no way to investigate.
Samuel had guessed it might be the appendix. After all, that organ is pretty useless, doing nothing except getting inflad. It could almost pass for a degenerated magical organ. Maybe during the late Age of the Gods, when mana was drying up, the organ for digesting mana was gradually phased out and degenerated into the appendix…
But the Travel Guide shot that down, because Law Objects don’t have appendixes, yet they can still walk the path of the Law.
Besides, Samuel could channel spirituality from his entire body; it wasn’t like he was so kind of sentient appendix, was he?
So, Samuel decided to use the official explanation he had swiped from the Travel Guide to sum it up.
“On this matter, there are actually many opinions now. The authorities don’t have a definitive answer either.”
“Just think of it as a special organ that grew out of your soul, one that allows you to channel spirituality,” Samuel replied.
Though Samuel himself didn’t have this thing.
He didn’t have any concept of “where he channeled power from.” He felt like he could radiate spirituality from his entire being—his internal organs, his skin, even his strands of hair—every part of him could do it.
“I understand, Mr. Samuel.” Falson’s tone was sincere as he expressed his thanks. “Thank you for clearing that up. And thank you for helping
so much.”
“Why does this feel so much like a final farewell?” Samuel laughed, flicking his wrist to pull out his phone and checking the ti.
Falson gave an embarrassed chuckle as he watched Samuel fiddle with that glowing, mysterious item, though he had no idea what it was for.
He didn’t know why, but his emotions seed to be unusually stirred up today.
“It’s probably because you’ve just beco a Law Seeker. Your spirituality isn’t stable yet, causing your emotions to swing wildly,” Samuel guessed, sliding his finger across his phone screen.
“I see.” Falson took a deep breath.
“You could try to trace the Law Mark in your mind. That might help you calm down quickly,” Samuel casually suggested.
He had no idea if ditation worked, since he’d never tried it.
But there had to be a reason this technique had been passed down for so long.
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