Strongest Existence Becomes Teacher
Chapter 23: Code Of The Existence

Chapter 23: Code Of The Existence

Ethan stood still, the warmth of the forge dimming behind him, the echoes of his last creation fading. The chibi flame-soul he had just forged blinked curiously, watching as he paused mid-step, gaze distant.

"What if..." he muttered, turning his head slowly. "What if I’ve been approaching it wrong all along?"

He clenched his hand, a wisp of Null flickering between his fingers. It obeyed, calm and fluid, yet silent—like it was waiting for something more.

"Energy. Concepts. Manifestations. They’re all... responses," he murmured. "But what if I go deeper?"

His eyes sharpened, a new realization beginning to unfold.

"Laws."

The word escaped his lips with weight—not loud, but undeniable. His mind worked quickly, thoughts connecting like lightning behind his calm expression.

"Laws aren’t energy," he said, pacing slowly toward the center of the chamber. "They’re not constructs. They’re the framework. The rules etched into the bones of existence. The constants that even power bends to."

He looked upward, as if searching for a sky that didn’t exist in Nowhere.

"Energy flows. Magic channels. Null creates. But Laws... Laws define."

He stopped.

"In every universe, every reality—there are differences. Some worlds have magic. Some don’t. Time moves differently. Some don’t even have space in the way we understand it. But there’s always structure. Always foundation. Laws."

A breath. Steady.

"They’re like the coding beneath the world. The base logic. The root functions of reality."

He raised both hands, visualizing it.

"Fire behaves because the Law of Fire defines its nature. Water flows. Gravity pulls. Light travels. Not because anyone wills it—but because the laws say so."

He looked at his hand again.

"And if I can understand them... not mimic, not emulate—but truly grasp..."

He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t need to. The implications hung heavy in the air.

It wasn’t about brute force. Not even about control.

This was about access.

"If laws are the syntax of reality," he continued, "then someone who understands them... would be like an administrator in a program. Not bound by the rules—but able to rewrite them. Not always directly—but gradually, subtly, until reality itself yields."

He paused, eyes flickering with focus.

"Of course... each universe’s laws evolve slightly with each big bang. Localized constants. But the fundamentals don’t change. Every reality has heat, pressure, motion, entropy... life."

He stepped back toward the center of the forge, where the last artifact still radiated faint heat.

"Fire. Water. Gravity. Time. Space. Death. Life. Motion. Probability. Cause."

He whispered each word, like he was summoning ancient truths rather than naming powers.

"And the Null... it doesn’t conflict with them. It doesn’t fight them. It exists underneath them. Or maybe... beside them."

He smirked faintly. Not out of arrogance—but anticipation.

"This... might actually work."

He rolled his shoulders, relaxed his arms, and breathed out deeply. The thought still lingered like a silent pulse behind his eyes.

"Alright," he said, eyes steady. "Let’s see if you’re what I imagined."

And with that, he sat down cross-legged, body still, mind sharp.

He was going to try and grasp a Law.

Ethan sat perfectly still, his mind heavy with the weight of what he was about to attempt.

Laws. The underlying commands of existence.

But before that...

"...Computer, fetch me a glass of water."

[Affirmative.]

He waved vaguely. "I swear, even the water here is made by magic. Not like I have a spring tucked away somewhere. It’s either mana-infused, elementally charged, or Null-blessed." He sighed. "Tastes like pride."

A small bot wheeled over, delicately offering him a crystal-clear glass of water. Ethan took it without a word, sipping slowly. He eyed the liquid left in the glass.

Half full.

Half empty.

Still. Always flowing. Always adapting.

He stared deeper.

Then blinked.

"Oh."

He stood up sharply, downing the rest of the water. "I’ll start with the Law of Water."

And with a blink, he vanished.

—

He reappeared at the edge of the very first lake that had formed on the island—the original one, shaped during the earliest days after he’d gained a physical form. It shimmered under a quiet sky, framed by silver sand and glowing moss, the surface perfectly still. As if waiting.

Ethan walked to the shoreline and sat, folding his legs beneath him. He gazed into the water—silent, deep, ancient.

Water.

It flowed, but never resisted.

It nourished life—and destroyed it.

Gentle, yielding... yet shaped mountains and crushed ships beneath waves.

He breathed in. Slowly.

Then he began to watch.

Not with his eyes—but with intention.

He focused on how the water moved. The way it cradled the earth beneath it, how it cooled the air above. The pressure it exerted with depth. The way it split light into color. The way it turned into vapor, then rain, then mist.

He watched until he understood.

And that’s when it happened.

A ripple moved across the lake—without wind.

Water rose—not splashing, not bubbling—but floating.

Dozens of threads. Sheets. Droplets. A sphere.

It all moved without energy.

No spell.

No magic.

Just... response.

He widened his eyes as the water parted, showing glimpses of the beasts swimming below—mutated by the mana-rich environment. Finned wolves. Scale-eyed deer. Ethereal eels wrapped in elemental light.

But Ethan didn’t move.

He felt them.

Felt their blood flow. Their breath. The currents their bodies displaced.

And beyond that—he felt every molecule of water.

In the air.

In the soil.

In himself.

The Law of Water had revealed itself to him.

Its purpose. Its rules. Its balance between mercy and destruction.

He didn’t just feel the water around him—he faintly sensed it far away. Very far.

In other places.

In other universes.

His eyes trembled. Not in fear—but in awe.

"That’s... water. Everywhere."

He stood slowly, still keeping a portion of his mind submerged in the awareness. _{fr.eew eb novel..com}

"If I can understand one law... I can understand more. If I can master them..."

His hands tightened at his sides.

"Maybe I can finally reach those places."

Behind a smooth, pale stone, several weapon souls watched in silence—each shaped by a unique artifact, each bearing silent witness to their creator’s power.

Among them sat a young girl, her tiny frame glowing faintly. Fiery blue hair fell like liquid down her back, swaying gently though there was no breeze. Her large, glimmering crystal-blue eyes stayed fixed on the floating lake above Ethan.

She sat with her legs tucked neatly beneath her, balanced effortlessly atop a levitating, translucent blue jewel—the very weapon body she was born from. Shaped like a perfect raindrop, it shimmered with internal light, pulsating faintly in rhythm with the water in the air.

"Wow," she whispered.