Chapter 1428: The status of laws
"....." Merina slowly raised her head, her eyes fixed on her teacher, watching him with utter and overwhelming bewilderment...
What he had just done appeared far too easy. He had completely manipulated Vanier—the strongest, most dominant presence in the entire class—without even standing up, all while casually seated with one leg crossed over the other like it was nothing.
Turning slime into mist? Controlling sixty dragons, each attacking independently? Booby-trapping someone’s blood itself?!
All of those techniques required immense control and an incredibly advanced, combat-oriented understanding of the law’s deeper uses. In her entire family’s recorded history, only her great-grandfather—the legendary Founder—had ever achieved such a refined level of manipulation, and it was through that level of mastery that he had succeeded in founding a planetary empire of great power and prestige.
But after his era, the bloodline began to steadily weaken. Over generations, the family’s once-mighty blood became thinner and thinner.
In the past, her grandfather could transform into a replica of the Beast King and exude slime freely as if it were air. But now? The amount of slime their bodies produced had become so scarce that perhaps—at best—a single drop could be generated per week. That’s why she resorted to collecting and storing her slime reserves in the tiny insects tangled in her hair, saving it diligently for emergencies.
She had been sent to this academy based on the belief that the bloodline’s strength had faded, and that it was time to rely on alternative methods of warfare.
With time, she had slowly accepted that it was nearly impossible to rely on the strength of her diluted blood anymore, and she redirected her efforts toward mastering other fields—specifically, alchemy.
She tried again and again to convince herself that perhaps she could still serve and protect the empire by becoming a brilliant crafter of rare elixirs and miraculous pills... but deep inside, in the quiet corners of her heart, she knew that wouldn’t be enough to defend the empire for even one more generation.
Until today...
The teacher—this mysterious, composed man—had used the exact amount of slime she had painstakingly gathered over years, and he had generated it in an instant, without hesitation. And somehow, he also seemed to possess the exact same level of awareness and comprehension as her great-grandfather once had...
How was that even possible?!