Absolute Cheater-Chapter 286: Glimpse of Law

"It's not the end," she said finally. "The stair was never meant to lead to a place. It leads to a state."

Asher looked around, but there was still nothing. No horizon. No path. Just that weight. That absence. As if even the concept of space had been erased.

"So what now?" he asked.

Valeris let go of his hand.

Immediately, the cold intensified. Asher staggered forward, instinctively reaching for her—but there was no one there.

"Valeris?!"

No answer.

And then he felt it.

Something watching. Not with eyes. But with awareness. Death wasn't a figure waiting at the bottom. It wasn't a scythe. Or a scream. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

It was isolation. Erasure.

His breath hitched.

He remembered dying once—long ago, before his path began. But this was different. This was the knowledge that death was not a moment, but a truth. That everything he was—everything anyone was—could be peeled away, stripped, undone, forgotten.

Even the memory of himself began to flicker.

Asher Magnus. Cultivator. Soulbound. Sovereign's Equal…

One by one, the titles felt meaningless. Words without shape.

His knees buckled.

"No," he gasped.

"No," he gasped.But the sound came out like a thought already half-consumed. It didn't echo. It didn't resist. It simply dissolved.

The thing that watched—that knew—did not answer. It didn't need to. Its silence was not indifference. It was certainty.

This was death.Not a punishment, not a release.Not flames or darkness or rebirth.But the unraveling of meaning itself.

Asher floated—no, not even that. There was no floating, because there was no direction. No up. No down. No frame of reference. The spatial logic of the universe had been unstitched. And in that formless void, he felt himself begin to come apart.

Not physically. Not even spiritually. More fundamental than that.

Conceptually.

He remembered teachings from the old scrolls—warnings about realms where the soul couldn't follow, where even divine senses failed. But he'd never understood what they meant until now. This was where essence dissolved. Where being ended.

Where the memory of fire forgot heat.Where a name forgot it had once been spoken.

This place—no, this state—was the end of relation. The death not just of the body, but of context. Of story. Of identity.

Asher tried to hold on, but to what? His name now tasted foreign. His own thoughts felt like fragments belonging to someone else. Had he ever lived? Had he ever mattered?

He forced his hands together—clasping them hard, nails cutting skin. Pain. Yes. That still meant something. It was real. It had shape.

But even that sensation began to fade, like ink diluted in a sea of forgetfulness.

Terror surged.

But suddenly a familia blue screen lit up infront of him...

[Conditions matched]

[New Cheat is now available]

[Please spin the chat gacha]

Asher, without any external prompting, felt a sudden surge—like static humming through his veins—as a new ball dropped from the gacha machine.

[Congratulations, Host, on obtaining a new Cheat]

[Heart of the Primordial]

[Heart of the Primordial: The reason the Primordials ruled as true kings was because of a special organ in their bodies—the very heart that allowed them to comprehend any Law without needing to undergo traditional trials. This heart grants:

Immunity to Law-based illusions

The ability to bypass any Law tests effortlessly

A deeper, more instinctive understanding of Laws

Rapid increase in Law comprehension speed]

As the notification rang in his mind, all the darkness around him began to recede.

A single heartbeat echoed—deep and resonant. With each beat of this new heart, the surrounding void shuddered and shrank back, as if the darkness itself feared him. As if he had become its bane.

Yet even with death still pressing in—its presence no longer avoided but simply understood—he did not flee. He embraced the essence of it. There was no fear. No pain.

Only pure comprehension.

Asher sat, cross-legged in the abyss, the silence around him no longer hostile. No longer empty.

His mind, once straining against erasure, now settled into perfect stillness. The cold had become a memory. The pressure, a teacher. The fear... a bridge already crossed.

The Heart of the Primordial pulsed gently in his chest—not a heart of flesh, but of concept, of origin. With each beat, the boundaries between what was known and what was unknowable softened.

And in that stillness, he began.

Not to fight death.

But to understand it.

The Law of Death was not cruelty. Not an enemy.

It was the final measure. The ultimate transition. The silence that followed every song, not to end it—but to give it meaning.

He saw now that death had form—not a scythe, but a curve. A cycle.

The arc of a falling leaf.

The moment a flame flickers out—not in despair, but in fulfillment.

The weight of every memory, precious because it could end.

Asher's senses extended, no longer bound to sight or hearing. He felt the strings of mortality woven through all existence. Not as chains—but as threads of purpose.

With a thought, he touched one.

A soul.

Long forgotten. Long scattered. Just an echo in the fabric of death. And yet, he heard its final wish. Saw its final breath. And in understanding it, honored it.

"This... is what death truly is," he murmured.

He reached deeper.

Laws bent, parted, revealed themselves. Death was not a destroyer. It was a gatekeeper. The transition between what was and what could be again.

And then—

With a single breath, he spoke a Word.

Not aloud. Not in sound. But in Truth.

The abyss responded.

Symbols formed in the void—ancient, elegant, and impossible to describe in mere language. The Primordial Script. The language of existence before the cosmos had shape.

And one of those symbols, darker than shadow yet radiant with certainty, drifted toward him.

It sank into his forehead.

A brand of Law. A mark of comprehension.

[You have begun the path of the Law of Death]

[Initial Authority: Soul Passage granted]

[You may now guide a soul through its final journey. Death bends to your understanding, not your will.]