NOVEL WEB Chapter 428: Omni Energy: Laws Manipulation
It didn't even feel like a power.
Not in the way most beings understood power—with flashes of light, overwhelming pressure, or divine spectacle. No, this wasn't that. This was quiet, fundamental, and terrifyingly real.
Only fools—those blind to the laws of existence—would mistake it for something passive or vague. They were the kind of souls who believed power came from outside, from rituals, weapons, systems, gods. But Pyris now understood something far deeper:
The subconscious wasn't just a well of thought.
It was a mirror.
A pair of dice—one rolling inside the mind, the other rolling across the fabric of reality. And with the right alignment, even a mortal could manipulate the outcome of the universe. With enough alignment, even a god could be formed.
Now Pyris didn't need spells or chants to bend the world.
All he needed was to think it—and the universe would adjust.
Not only could he shape matter.
Not only could he command mana.
Now, with a single, aligned intention, he could shape the very essence that birthed them both.
[Ding! Host can now manipulate the Omni Energy…]
[Host's Mana Pool has evolved: Omni Energy Core Created!]
Deep within Pyris—where once a shimmering mana core sat, pulsing with energy like a magical heart—something had changed.
No—evolved.
The transformation had not simply rewritten his body or aura. It had restructured the very foundation of his being.
His core—the place where mana once gathered and churned—had been obliterated and rebuilt. What remained now was something the system itself dared only whisper about.
The Omni Core.
It floated inside him like a small, spherical star, but it didn't shine with light. It vibrated with layered cosmic depth—dark and endless like the night between galaxies, yet streaked with iridescent pulses of color no mortal eye could name.
Swirls of existence moved within it: faint rings of molten gold, silken trails of blue-violet, and inner spirals of white-hot light that looped infinitely, like galaxies forming and collapsing in the span of a heartbeat. At its center sat a still point—so still it felt like the origin of time, the breath before creation, where silence and potential existed in perfect, boundless equilibrium.
It wasn't just a power source.
It was the memory of the Beginning.
This was the raw energy of Omni, the First Motion, the Pulse that birthed everything—mana, matter, dimensions, gods, systems, and even thoughts. And now… it lived in him.
Every flicker of energy inside the Omni Core resonated with substance—weightless yet infinite. It was not restrained by elements or rules. It was all of them. Fire, water, space, void, thought, emotion, time—all compressed into a single cosmic nucleus that rotated in utter silence.
No chaos.
No volatility.
Just total supremacy.
Looking at it, even with his internal vision, made Pyris feel small—and yet, it was his.
A second later, a pulse shot from the core—gentle but vast—spreading through his body like an echo of a supernova smoothed into rhythm.
He was no longer just a wielder of mana.
He now wielded the origin energy—the pulse of all creation, the Omni Energy, anchored to the Omni Core, hidden within him like a secret too vast for gods to fathom.
His body didn't erupt in light.
It didn't explode with waves of divine radiance.
No. The change was deeper. Cleaner.
Below where it floated, Ruin and the pagoda were being nourished in endless supply of Omni Energy.
His entire being shifted inward and outward, quietly but completely. His aura compressed, hardening—not in weight but in density. It sharpened like an edge so fine it could slice space without disturbing it. His presence became paradoxical.
On the surface? He seemed ordinary—mortal, even.
Harmless. Unremarkable.
But that was the illusion. The deception.
Because only those with perception sharp enough to sense existence itself would notice what he had become. If he unleashed his aura—just for a moment—they would see it.
They would feel the air twist.
The heavens would shiver.
The fabric of Reality would ripple as if a forgotten truth had been remembered.
He was no longer a collection of mana and muscle.
He was a force.
A truth not meant to be born—but here anyway.
All the limits he had once felt—those ceilings, those invisible chains—now felt like fragile sheets of parchment torn by a whisper.
With the Power of Subconscious Alignment and now Omni Energy, Pyris felt something he had never fully touched before—
Wholeness.
A strange familiarity flooded his chest. He remembered the moment he saved Moonveil—the surge that had come from nowhere, the light that had broken through space and bound her fate to safety. That hadn't been mana.
That had been Omni Energy.
It had always been there, sleeping inside him.
But he couldn't reach it then.
Now?
He didn't reach it too but he could absorb his own Omni Energy the way he'd been doing with mana.
He commanded it.
And this gift—it wasn't just power.
It was awakening.
This…
This was how it must feel when someone truly unlocked their real potential.
Not divine. Not ascended.
But something beyond godly.
Pyris felt like a lie embedded in the fabric of reality—something that didn't belong. Or more accurately, something that shouldn't exist. His entire being radiated the weight of a contradiction. Even the world seemed to second-guess itself around him. The sky didn't darken. The earth didn't tremble. But beneath the silence, beneath the unchanging night, reality itself held its breath.
[Ding! Host is now connected to Reality and can shift elemental laws at will.]
And just like that, the very framework of what he once understood crumbled. The system—the once-authoritative interface that displayed stats, power ranks, mana levels—shattered in his mind like glass under cosmic pressure. Numbers meant nothing now. Definitions like "Strength: 10,000" or "Elemental Affinity: S+" were infant scribbles compared to what he had become.
The old language of power had no words for him anymore.
His connection to the elements was no longer dictated by skill trees or activated abilities.
They obeyed his subconscious now. Think of fire, and it danced in his blood. Think of gravity, and it shifted. The laws of nature were no longer unbreakable. They were suggestions. Loose ideas. And Pyris? He rewrote them with ease.
He sat up slowly from his bed, and as he did, the space around him cracked—not visually, but structurally. The air warped. Geometry folded inward. And then, without flash or sound, he disappeared.