I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space Chapter 400: Concepts

Lucifer: Consider it this way. Existence keeps shifting as fresh concepts arise and merge into its foundational framework. Currently, the Sin of Lust is rising as one of this world's core laws. She stands as the pioneer resonating with it. That fact alone bestows immense potential upon her.

Lucifer: Naturally, it could never attain the same dominance as the Sin of Pride. But Pride is... quite the exceptional case.

A subtle hint of haughtiness flickered within the message.

Lucifer: "After all... Pride isn't something any random soul can embody HAHAHA.."

The last line closed with a brief chuckle.

Razeal scanned the message steadily, his gaze gliding over the interface as his fingers idly stroked his chin. Lucifer’s words offered clarity, yet they brimmed with theatrical flair and lofty expressions. The demon king obviously relished delving into universal principles more than required.

Even so, the essential details proved valuable.

Maria remained secure.

The transformation held steady.

And in about twenty minutes, the embodiment ought to finish.

Yet that merely addressed a portion of Razeal’s intrigue.

He eased back a bit, still observing Maria hovering over the table. The energies encircling her now shaped clearer flows, resembling luminous streams braiding into elaborate designs.

Razeal turned his attention to the system panel once more.

"So what precisely is this procedure?" he inquired abruptly. "And just how mighty will she end up?"

That stood as the query gripping him now.

With Maria’s safety assured, his thoughts naturally pivoted to grasping the results of this change.

Lucifer replied following a brief delay.

Lucifer: That proves... tough to convey.

Lucifer: Honestly, I doubt anyone could fully capture it through language. Conceptual embodiment transcends basic grasp. True insight demands personal immersion.

Lucifer: Grasp this key point first. The cosmos rests on cosmic laws—or what you term cosmic concepts. Existence holds no randomness. Fundamental rules dictate its operations.

Lucifer: Existence shuns chaotic disorder. It stands erected on these rules.. Take Fire, Water, Wind, Light, Creation, Destruction, and so forth. All observed phenomena merely manifest these bedrock concepts. These laws... these concepts... form reality's authentic core forces.

Lucifer: Start with this basic yet vital truth. Cosmic laws persist independent of humans or any entities within. They aren't creations of societies, faiths, or doctrines, nor prizes to seize. They constitute reality's very blueprint. Should all life vanish tomorrow, the laws endure. Fire keeps scorching, water flows on, creation spawns being, destruction concludes it. These tenets thread straight into existence's fabric.

Lucifer: No one can truly possess these laws.. Regardless of a being's might, worlds subdued, or civilizations prostrated, claiming a cosmic law proves impossible. A law defies being a tool, gem, or seat to usurp.

"Powerful entities attune to a law instead."

Lucifer: Envision it as harmony.. A cosmic law resembles an immense, timeless vibration permeating existence. Those seeking its might must sync with it. The nearer a being's psyche, resolve, and essence align to that vibration, the fiercer the law surges through them..

Lucifer: Take a basic case.. One harmonizing with Fire's law must reflect its qualities. Fire embodies fervor. Fire signifies assault. Fire drives as an relentless advance devouring all ahead. Fire fuels unyielding zeal that endures. Should a fire-wielder turn timid, inert, or idle... the law may spurn them...

Lucifer: Simply put.. a law demands more than utility. It requires unwavering accord from its attuners. If a Fire-aligned soul turns craven or dims that blaze, harmony falters. The law recedes its force. Thus, concept masters must embody its essence fully.

Lucifer: Power derives from these laws in essence. Proximity to a law's core amplifies strength.

Lucifer: Yet most entities merely skim law fragments. They deploy arts, incantations, or skills mimicking the idea. Such is fleeting loans of might. Genuine harmony remains scarce.

Razeal glanced at Maria anew. Her surrounding energy vortex shone a tad brighter, subtle light throbs crafting detailed motifs as unseen powers interlaced within her soul.

Lucifer’s discourse pressed on.

Few souls achieve authentic harmony with a concept. Even so, it yields no instant dominance. Many err here.

Resonance with a cosmic law doesn't spawn sudden supremacy. Growth demands cultivation. Phases mark the journey.

The initial phase.. perhaps Awareness. Here, intellect grasps the law's essence, role, and reality weave..

Next comes Alignment. Personality, drives, and will adapt to the law's character. Actions shift. Perspectives evolve. Instincts mirror the attuned concept.

Then Channeling arrives. Direct power draw emerges, albeit limited. Conscious molding into skills begins.

Perfect Embodiment crowns the fourth. Full sync merges identity with law. No longer users, they personify it...

Lucifer hesitated before the ultimate phase.

"Finally... Incarnation."

Even in text, its gravity resonated.

This pinnacle proves exceedingly rare... The entity blurs with the concept. Existence manifests the law physically. Reality hails them as its vital limb.

Words falter for this apex. Time beyond ours would scarcely suffice. Yet seize the notion.

For now, view it thus: peak powers turn vessels for cosmic laws. Hence, supreme beings seem divine. Their might stems from total law fusion.

The lesson wove in a self-reference.

Lucifer: Take me for instance.. I personify Pride's Law.

Pride suffers misreads. Beyond hubris or conceit, cosmic Pride asserts total self-rule. It spurns yielding. It upholds personal supremacy over all. It defies external chains claiming dominion.

Through flawless embodiment, I channel its colossal force. My power flows from unbowed will. Pure Pride proclaims one's being as ultimate.

In essence, myriad primal laws rule the cosmos. Full embodiment grants sway over the law's reality domain. The soul manifests it alive—a nexus channeling the law universe-wide.

Lucifer: Sync depth dictates strength growth. Nearer perfect embodiment, greater the reality command that law oversees. For this girl... rest assured she reaps vast boons from this. Far beyond your current ken."

Razeal pored over the full account deliberately, eyes tracing every word as his thoughts knit Lucifer’s ideas. Frankly, full grasp eluded him. Much stayed too esoteric, outreaching his present ken..

Still, the gist shone clear. Cosmic laws fueled true power. Embodiment proximity bred might. Maria gained no instant godhood, yet embarked on a path scarce trod by existence's masses. Such insight sufficed now. No need for cosmic lore amid live metamorphosis.

"Alright... thanks," Razeal sent steadily via system link. "We’ll discuss further later."

Lucifer offered no rebuttal or extras. The demon king confirmed quietly and fell mute, the feed receding to mind's periphery.

Razeal breathed out softly as the panel vanished from sight.

Then he raised his gaze.

The chamber's air had altered.

Thicker, more potent with force than instants prior.

The change's origin stood plain.

Maria.

She lingered airborne over the timber counter, upheld by unseen conceptual torrents amassed about her. Yet the shift now blazed fiercer.

A gentle radiance emanated from her form.

Faint at onset, scarce spied—yet seconds birthed brilliance, spilling into ambient air. Dual shades mingled: pristine, potent white glow, yielding yet fierce. Counterpoised by deep shadow laced with faint crimson-violet tinges.

These forces wove round her sans strife, in eerie unison rendering the vista dreamlike.

Razeal’s gaze sharpened as spectacle bloomed.

Maria’s flesh altered too.

No wild remake, but marked evolution showed. Her tone gleamed vital, silken, subtly aglow from cosmic influx. Ethereal luster bathed her.

Deeper still, her essence swelled.

Not savage.

But firm.

Each tick fortified frame and spirit with deeper poise and vigor.

Shift accelerated.

Her build refined subtly. Slight elongation reshaped bones. Contours honed crisper, sleeker. Waist cinched, grace innate even in slumber.

Sky-blue tresses stirred first to energy.

Strands lengthened languidly, drifting loose about her crown. Silken flows danced aqueous, tinged luminous by enveloping cosmic might.

Her silhouette transformed... distinctly..

Not wholly remade, yet bolder, polisher, more alluring.

Razeal spotted another shift.

Maria’s eyes.

Prior, post-demon heart graft, one eye flared demonic scarlet. It bore dark change's seal.

Now it ebbed.

Oceanic blue reclaimed its gaze.

Hue intensified till eyes matched, glimmering faint under lids—as demonic taint equilibrated via binding concepts.

Razeal beheld raptly.

Her aura solidified sharper.

Formerly diffuse swirls.

Now tangible density.

Shop air weighed down, gravity subtly amped. Power pressed palpably, saturating every nook.

Sofia sensed it too.

Cosmic flows cascaded over Maria in surges. Each throb evoked antiquity's might, universe tenderly reforging her.

No brutality.

Almost tender.

As if existence embraced her.

Newly forged Lust law synced to her core.

Gradually, energies birthed luminous bands.

White flows laced dark threads, patterning intricate about her levitated form. Bands stirred slow, then whirled swifter.

Moments later, full enclosure.

Lights coiled inward, layering dense till her figure drowned in energy maelstrom.

Bands firmed, blaze peaking as form encased her.

Abruptly..

Lights fused sealed.

A cocoon emerged.

Maria’s form wholly concealed.

It suspended midair, throbbing with dark-white pulses.

Outwardly vital.

Odd force emanated, quivering air faintly.

Energy surged beyond.

Worldwide unseen streams converged on it.

Beyond barriers.

Beyond firmament.

Beyond vista's edge.

Cosmic torrents flooded ceaseless as rivers into the cocoon.

Might's tide dwarfed Razeal’s forecasts.

Yet it drank greedily.

Influx raged on.

Ineffable.

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