Power of Runes Chapter 419: Reality Blindspot

Right then, Ash abruptly recalled a key detail.

"Is there no danger?"

Ash whispered under his breath, his eyes narrowing sharply while his thoughts raced frantically in search of a rational cause for this bizarre response. Still, no clear explanation surfaced in his mind right away.

He even activated his Eye of Omniscience to inspect his own heart, aiming to scrutinize the universe nestled within more closely, yet the instant his concentration intensified, a fierce surge of vertigo struck him once more.

The feeling proved overpowering, though this round felt marginally less intense compared to his prior attempt to analyze the symbol in his eyes.

This differed from peering at the Runes. Though he blacked out each time, knowledge still flowed to him. Here, despite staying conscious, a brutal dizziness gripped him tightly.

Seeing that pushing further wouldn't yield helpful results at present, Ash redirected his attention and started sifting through the array of skills and abilities in his status, scrutinizing each one meticulously to spot anything that might account for his instincts' eerie quiet.

Sure enough, he discovered a match in the Passive Skills area.

Reality Blindspot.

Ash silently scanned its details and quickly grasped what it did.

This power operated in a way akin to Blind Authority and Absolute Concealment, yet delved into far deeper territory.

Reality Blindspot veiled his presence from cosmic-scale entities. The energy trace of the universe in his heart got hidden by this skill too, shielding it from easy detection by the vast Universe enveloping him.

With this insight, Ash sensed a subtle thrill as the puzzle pieces aligned in his thoughts.

Yet Ash remained unaware that the Universe had already sensed him—it simply couldn't pinpoint his location. This stemmed from the Cosmic cloud that had slipped free when he emerged from that starry black mold.

His skill failed to conceal that Cosmic cloud's energy signature. Since it wasn't his own power. Still, the Universe might hold a vague sense of Ash's rough position.

Ash pressed on, reviewing the fresh abilities he'd gained, his satisfaction mounting with each examination.

Having gone over all that, Ash turned back to his stats, noting the figures now laid out before him. All had hit 1000, save for energy, which stood at infinite.

That idea hung in his mind briefly as he kept assessing his new acquisitions, and the longer he surveyed the staggering array of abilities, traits, and transformations, the stranger the whole deal seemed.

Ash’s eyes widened a touch as a sharp realization hit him out of nowhere, halting him in his tracks.

Innumerable mental threads spun out instantly in his head, linking odd past details into a sequence that rendered the scenario even more disturbing.

It was like a light piercing the fog over his mind, exposing links he'd overlooked before. Even so, as the notion arose, Ash couldn't fathom why anyone would orchestrate such control.

Why manipulate him at all?

Over the Runes? Yet if they craved the Runes that badly, a being of such might could seize them directly. All this convoluted scheming and subtle meddling struck him as overly intricate.

Maybe they lacked the freedom to act openly.

That option held water too.

Ash strained to replay that meeting in sharper detail, but it only amplified his bewilderment.

"Sigh... what a headache..."

Ash breathed out quietly, shaking his head.

It required effort, but Ash gradually steadied his racing thoughts, allowing the wild speculations to subside until clarity returned.

As the strain eased, he glanced downward at his form, and with a mere mental command, the starry pattern on his skin faded smoothly back to ordinary human flesh.

His eyes shifted too, the rainbow colors withdrawing gradually as normal whites reemerged, complete with an iris forming naturally around the pupil. Still, regardless of these surface changes, the enigmatic symbol buried deep in his pupil stayed firmly in place.

Ash altered his look in this manner effortlessly.

He kept deeper changes minimal, adjusting only the starry skin and eye rainbows. Internally, nothing shifted much, as the shift stayed cosmetic. His golden violet blood coursed unchanged through his veins, and the cosmic essence of his physique lingered intact below the exterior.

Now, he inspected himself thoroughly via Omnidirectional Vision.

Long, pristine white locks floated lightly around his head, silky and ethereal, accentuating a visage of near-perfect balance. His complexion gleamed pale and flawless, with a soft inner radiance that honed his chiseled traits without seeming forced.

His eyes stood out most strikingly. They gleamed with profound golden violet tones, serene on the surface but harboring endless depths, like vast secrets and timeless wisdom lurked just beyond.

His countenance was angular and polished, jawline crisp, nose elegantly straight, lips set in subtle, enigmatic poise. An eerie serenity marked his face, a profound calm lending his aura a remote, ethereal quality, as though he hovered just beyond the mortal realm.

"Nah, there’s no way. Me and a narcissist? As if. But I have to say, I really am too handsome...."

After gazing at his reflection yet again, Ash at last pulled clothes from his Soul Space. But as the initial garment materialized in his grasp, it crumbled to dust right before him.

Ash's face creased in a frown as he observed the fabric dissolve.

He dispatched a sliver of his awareness into his Soul Space to investigate.

By now, he could divide his consciousness into fragments and monitor multiple matters at once, thanks to his newly gained skills and the boundless expansion of his brain capacity, which showed no apparent ceiling yet.

He also saw that such a consciousness shard couldn't manifest a form within. It resembled a breeze—there yet unseen.

Upon arriving at the clothes storage zone, the truth hit clear as day.

All garments had decayed over the endless years elapsed inside. Mundane fabrics couldn't withstand eternity's toll.

In truth, a closer look revealed scant usable items lingering in the Soul Space.

Eric had consumed most valuables during his extended tenure there, crafting Eva. Leftovers were mere scraps of scant utility.

Simply put, Ash lacked attire to wear.

Previously inside, his form wasn't solid flesh but a soul avatar. No real garments were needed, as his soul state projected its own clothed guise.

Luckily, his array of energy-shaping skills made fabricating basic garb straightforward.

With them, he molded energy into solid form, crafting pitch-black trousers echoing abyssal voids, then a matching black shirt exuding subdued grace.

Even then, perfecting a set to his liking consumed about fifteen minutes, given his unfamiliarity with fine-tuned control or his body's current dimensions.

Dressed at last, his presence elevated dramatically.

The shadowy attire set off his alabaster skin and cascading white tresses perfectly, catapulting his allure to new heights, as if beholding...