Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World

Chapter 794: Terrible Mistake

Hell was a unique realm with many laws that differed from the material realm outside it.

One of them was how the void functioned here.

For one, the third layer of the void was inaccessible here.

This was the layer strong supernaturals used to travel the universe.

In Hell, one could only have access to the second layer, which was the realm between the surface world and the universal void.

However, thanks to the uniqueness of Hell in that it contained dozens of worlds within it, the second layer of the void, though it could not be said to be extremely dangerous, could still turn pretty bad if one made a mistake.

Even so, the chances of this happening were very low, since supernaturals who could use the void were quite experienced already, and using it for simple travel instead of battle was usually not an issue.

Normally, there would be no issue.

However, Michael had a slight problem.

He had no experience with matters of the void and space, and any or all of the abilities he used that were related to it were copied from Wisdom, something he did not really need to understand before he could use.

The void welcomed Michael with hostility.

Energy pressed in from every direction. It was suffocating.

It scraped against his skin and tugged at his bones.

Michael’s heart spiked, then steadied as he realized that nothing dangerous was actually happening to him.

Something invisible settled over him, an effect of the trait his law was copying from Wisdom, his tamed space beast.

Michael tried to move.

But aside from the void being filled with nothing but darkness that had lost all meaning of direction, Michael noticed that when he wanted to move one way, his body actually went another way.

Michael tried again.

The same result.

Another attempt sent him spinning into yet another location.

Michael stopped moving.

This situation was bad, but it was not immediate death.

This clarity gave Michael the ability to remain calm and think.

The void here was unstable, but not completely hostile. It was reacting to him, not consuming him outright. Without Wisdom’s traits right now, Michael was certain the situation would be different from how it was, even if he did not die from the special energy thanks to his physique.

Michael focused.

Second layer of the void.

The buffer.

The realm that sat between structured reality and the true void beyond it.

Michael grimaced.

Hell.

Michael believed this layer was not behaving like it should because it was not isolated. Hell was influencing it. The countless worlds embedded within this realm distorted the void’s structure, pulling at it unevenly, creating currents and instabilities that did not exist outside.

The second layer here was turbulent, but seeing how others were able to teleport within it, his current situation should have been a matter of skill issue.

In fact, it was a skill issue, given how a simple teleportation had brought him into the second layer of the void.

He could blame it on the two Rank Four individuals outside, but he could not deny that he was part of the problem.

After all, he had infused a lot of energy into the skill before he teleported and found himself here.

Michael tried to move again after some thought.

Every attempt to move triggered a correction, tossing him elsewhere.

Michael hovered in the endless dark, thoughts racing even as his body remained unnervingly still.

Teleport again?

The idea surfaced almost immediately. Instinct screamed at him to try, to force another displacement and pray it carried him farther away from Caelum and Arven.

Michael frowned.

Teleporting again, blindly, inside this state of the void was a terrible decision.

The first jump had already torn him loose from structured space and dropped him into this unstable layer. Another reckless attempt, especially without control, could push him deeper or scatter him across layers he had no business touching.

So Michael stopped.

He floated in the infinite darkness, senses stretched thin, mind unusually clear.

That was when he noticed it.

At first, it was barely perceptible. A faint shimmer far away. Then another. And another. Small points of color began to bloom within the void, distant but unmistakable.

Michael’s eyes narrowed.

Surely this was abnormal.

These lights were vivid. Blues, reds, golds, pale whites, deep purples.

Michael’s body was drifting toward them.

Not by choice.

The darkness thinned as the colors grew larger, resolving into shapes that made his breath hitch.

Scenes.

Worlds.

He saw ice stretching endlessly beneath a pale sky, frozen storms locked in perpetual motion.

Another shimmer revealed endless dunes under a burning sun, heat rippling so fiercely it distorted the horizon.

The scene around him was that of several shapes like mirrors, each showing a certain image of a world.

More appeared as he drifted closer. Forests of blackened stone. Seas of crimson mist. Skies split by constant lightning.

Michael did not need anyone to explain it to him.

He was looking at Hell itself.

More precisely, he was looking at reflections of its floors, suspended within the void like mirrored windows. Each colorful distortion corresponded to a different layer.

Michael swallowed.

"Something like this exists?"

Aside from the mirrored scenes, the energy here was different. More violent. It scraped harder against his skin, vibrating through his bones. Wisdom’s traits compensated instantly, but even so, Michael could feel the strain now, a subtle ache spreading through his chest and limbs.

He turned his focus back to the mirrors.

These mirrors probably also functioned as gates.

Michael had never heard of such a thing existing in Hell before, but the truth was undeniable as it unfolded in front of him.

And he was drifting straight toward them.

Michael tried to stop.

Nothing happened.

He attempted to push against the void, to assert direction, but his effort dissolved uselessly. His body refused to respond.

For the first time since entering the void, unease crept into his calm.

He watched as one of the mirrored gates loomed closer than the others.

Michael tried to veer away.

The void did not answer him.

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