Chapter 530: Chapter 25: Mimicry
Stepping out of the Meditation Room, Lynch let out a long sigh.
Finally advanced!
The tenth Mystical Circuit signifies the second stage of the Late-stage Mystical Level, leaving not much distance to the final end.
This tenth Mystical Circuit is named—[Mimicry Circuit]!
Unlike the previous pure power amplification or Life Transition, the [Mimicry Circuit] grants Lynch a more mysterious ability that is closer to the essence of the Rules—
Simulation and Transformation!
It doesn’t directly affect external objects but first acts on Lynch’s own Spirit Core and the perceptual form of the Rules.
One hundred thousand points of spiritual power surged within the Sea of Consciousness, not violently overflowing like when breaking through the ninth circuit but rather presenting a peculiar sense of “inwardness” and “flowing.”
Lynch clearly felt that his spiritual essence seemed unprecedentedly malleable.
His Perception of the Time Rule was no longer limited to “seeing” or “touching” it, but as if he could “shape” his mental antennae into a form highly reminiscent of certain time segments or phenomena, thereby delving deeper and more “harmlessly” into them to understand their subtlest rhythms.
A thought flickered through his mind.
In an instant, the spiritual field around him, which had naturally scattered due to the power breakthrough and was enough to solidify or crease space, receded and calmed like a retreating tide.
It didn’t disappear but was perfectly “mimicked” into the most ordinary, serene “background” state within the Meditation Room—completely synchronized and merged with the ancient stones in the tower, the solidified air, and even the faint blue flame’s burning micro-fluctuations.
At this moment, he stood there as if he had become a part of the Meditation Room itself, a “background panel” whose presence was compressed to the extreme. Without relying on seeing with the naked eye, it was almost impossible to distinguish him from this space that had been silent for countless ages based on Spirit Perception alone.
“This is… mimicry…”
A flash of understanding crossed Lynch’s eyes. This was not a simple invisibility or aura concealing but a mimicry and assimilation at the level of spiritual essence.
He felt like he could become like a chameleon, letting his spiritual fluctuations “mimic” any environment or energy state he understood to achieve near-perfect concealment, penetration, and even… deceive the Rules themselves!
He slowly raised his hand, his fingertip not gathering Strength but facing a faint wisp of morning breeze that seeped in due to the airflow disturbances from outside the tower.
His spirit slightly condensed.
The air in front of his fingertip, and the trajectory and frequency of that originally naturally flowing breeze, suddenly underwent an extremely subtle change—it began to mimic the extremely slow thermal radiation fluctuations on the skin surface of Lynch’s fingertip! As if that puff of wind had gained life and will, mimicking the “temperature breathing” of his fingertip.
This was not Lynch controlling the wind but rather using the power of the [Mimicry Circuit], to temporarily “mimic” his spiritual fluctuations into some time particle contained within the wind itself, thereby subtly guiding its motion pattern! Although the range was meager and the duration short, this was already a precursor to leveraging the Rules and guiding external objects!
Though the breakthrough of the Mimicry Circuit did not increase the spiritual power, it allowed it to undergo a transformation in another form, touching the underlying change of the Rules.
This unique spiritual power did not bring an oppressive sensation of losing control; instead, under the influence of the [Mimicry Circuit], it presented a kind of unfathomable embrace and richness akin to the vast starry sea.
Lynch’s gaze turned towards the direction of the laboratory, his eyes sparkling with unprecedented excitement.
“Rune Power… the Mystical Path of professionals…”
One of the biggest challenges that perplexed him was how to allow the fragile spirit and energy structure of mortal beings to bear the Rule Fragments contained within the Mystical Level runes. The result of forcing an infusion would only be the collapse of the vessel.
But now, the appearance of the [Mimicry Circuit] had opened a brand new door for him!
Could he possibly research a method that allows the core carrying the rune to not directly oppose the power of the Rule Fragments but to “mimic” into the Rule Fragments themselves?
Just like water merging into water, wind merging into wind? So that between the Rune Power and the bearer, it is no longer a crude “carrying” and “being carried,” but a deeper, rule-frequency-based “resonance” and “symbiosis”?
This idea illuminated the fog of his thoughts like lightning. If it was previously an attempt to build a bridge across a steep cliff with brute force, then at this moment, what the [Mimicry Circuit] endowed him with might be the discovery of a hidden, natural stone path that integrates with the mountain itself!
The curve of his mouth expanded, a kind of exhilaration coming from seeing a clear, unimpeded path to the sky.
If previously he was still pondering over how Rune Power might break through the final shackles and complete the transition from the Wizard Level to the Mystical Level, now he was filled with complete confidence!
“All…”
“Just a few experiments to validate…”
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The cold wind was bleak.
Messiah was foraging for nuts in the Forest, her fingers subconsciously rubbing the coarse hemp texture of the bag of nuts in her palm, the wind laced with the scent of freshly turned soil swept over the marigolds on the grassland.
It had been many years since she sent off Kuma, and once again, her appearance had changed.
The once delicate oval face now settled into a rounded curve, and nasolabial folds, like two gentle ripples, further deepened the fine lines at the corners of her eyes.
Her hair had faded into the withered yellow of autumn grass yet was still meticulously groomed, tied into a bun with a faded blue cloth strip, strands of silver dangling at her ears, gently swaying with the mountain breeze.
The youthful look of the past had quietly vanished; now, she appeared to be a rural woman in her forties or fifties.
The frost-white morning mist drifted over her fingertips, roughened by calluses, with dirt embedded in the patterns left by years of hard labor.
A faded indigo dress wrapped her no longer upright spine, yet around her waist, she still wore the red ribbon Mr. Farrias gifted her, the dark red faded to an ochre, like an old wound that never healed. As she bent to pick up nuts, the skin exposed at the nape of her neck glowed with a wheat color acquired from long hours of labor in the sun.
At this age, she could already be considered elderly in Gray Stone Town; many women of her age were no longer around, and rarely did she find companions to join her in gathering nuts anymore.
“Huh huh! Huh huh!”
After all, being of advanced age, after a while of laboring, Messiah’s breath became tight.
She found a large stone to sit on, placing the basket beside her on the grass, and took out a flatbread to eat while gazing into the distance.
Feeling time flow by, leaving marks on the body, Messiah couldn’t help but question.
Why do people have to grow old?
Birth, old age, illness, death, and cyclical repetitions—what is the ultimate meaning of these?
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