Chapter 89: Power of the Golden Throne
Ascension to the legendary realm took place at the instant that your intellect, strength, or some other defining trait brushes against the very source of the world's laws.
Put simply, it meant that you had surpassed some threshold the Creator God had set down for mortals.
In some ways, it's like nursing a crush: you see her first through photographs; then, one day, when you catch a fleeting glimpse of her in the street, you suddenly feel that you "understand her a little better."
A photograph is two-dimensional. Its subject is frozen in a single pose.
But reality is three-dimensional, vivid and alive. And the world's laws—this enchanting beauty!—are perfect, flawless, from every angle. The more of her you see, the deeper your fascination grows.
Ambrose was now fortunate enough to behold this supreme deity's true form for a second time. Bathed once more in the radiance of natural law itself, he gained a new revelation.
At this moment, the power of divination stirred restlessly, as if trying to slap a filter onto this supreme beauty and imprint her deeply into Ambrose's soul.
Ambrose hurriedly suppressed that impulse. With his temperament, if he received a divination-related boon, he could forget about ever becoming a god in this lifetime.
During his first ascension, his will hadn't been firm enough. Caught in hesitation, he ended up with a legendary boon of little practical value. But this time, he had already been reincarnated as a lich, severing all his worldly desires save for his purest, most obsessive, pursuit.