Ray contemplated briefly before finally sitting cross-legged.
As he remained still, the very fabric of reality around him began to distort. The laws of the two worlds twisted and intertwined, weaving together before surging into his body.
It was like countless invisible threads gradually encasing him, forming an intricate web that pulsed with an overwhelming force.
He was not just absorbing the laws—he was directly devouring them, binding them to his very being.
With each passing moment, more of the laws flowed into him. Tattoo-like markings surfaced across his skin, and cracks spread across his once-flawless face, marring his ethereal appearance.
"Let's use the principle of my Devour Skill at its highest level—capable of creating black holes—along with the essence of Chaos."
This was the solution he had devised.
However, even he could not foresee the consequences of devouring the laws of the world…
