The Law Pool shimmered like liquid starlight—calm on the surface, but rippling with unfathomable power. Laws of flame, ice, gravity, decay, life, and even the occasional absurdity like "causality" floated within it, blending but never breaking. It was harmony forged in madness.
Void stood beside it like someone staring at a puddle, completely unaffected.
Ezekiel and Frederick, however, were one breath away from calling it divine soup and diving in with their sins still on.
"Is this… safe?" Ezekiel asked, voice cracking like his dignity.
Void tilted his head, the universal sign for "Define safe."
"You won't die," he said, helpfully.
"Probably."
Frederick blinked. "Sir Void, is it… uh… a good idea for mortals like us to—?"
"It's not a question of good. It's a question of whether you want to evolve or stay short and confused forever."
There it was.
The Void Method™: subtle bullying for spiritual advancement.
He continued:
"This pool is the result of a minor fracture in the world realm's foundation. Law energy collects here. You can't absorb it like spiritual energy—you have to resonate with it."
"If your body can't handle it, it will disintegrate your cells. If your soul's not stable, it'll break your mind. If your will is weak, you'll scream like an injured squirrel."
Pause.
"Still want in?"
Ezekiel was already halfway behind a rock.
Frederick, however, stepped forward—eyes shining like a dwarf who'd just seen a forge he couldn't unsee.
"I've wanted to touch the raw nature of law all my life. If I die doing it, so be it."
Void gave him a respectful nod.
"Then remove your shirt."
"Eh?"
"Clothing will be incinerated anyway. Unless you want to wear melted leather for the rest of your short life."
Frederick took his shirt off like someone accepting his own funeral invitation. His dwarf belly caught a breeze and jiggled with purpose.
Ezekiel, trembling behind a bush, peeked out and whispered:
"F-Father, I'll… cheer you on. From… here."
Void extended his hand toward the pool.
The law energy stirred, sensing his authority. He peeled back the surface tension with a thought, creating a small channel of swirling force.
"Stand in that."
Frederick did.
The moment he stepped in, the pool reacted. Light exploded outward. Wind shrieked. Pressure surged like a dragon's breath. The channel wrapped around him like a spiral cocoon of pure concepts.
He didn't scream. Not immediately.
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Inside the Law Pool
Frederick felt his bones shift. His blood boil. His mind stretch across a million truths he couldn't yet comprehend.
He saw the fire law and felt his body heat up.
He touched the metal law and felt his flesh condense.
He brushed past life, decay, and even time—all biting back, resisting, testing.
Then—
one law pulsed.
Bright. Harmonious. Chaotic.
The Creation Law Fragment.
It circled him like a curious spirit, pressing against his soul like a key trying to fit into a long-lost lock.
Void watched, amused. Of course that was the one he'd resonate with. This little maniac had been inventing things that shouldn't exist since childhood. The Creation Law had found its pet project.
Frederick's body trembled. But he didn't falter.
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Outside the Pool
Ezekiel was halfway through chewing a root when Void spoke casually:
"You're next."
The root fell out of his mouth.
"Me?! I—I didn't even finish basic law studies! I can't even spell 'baptismal' without sweating!"
Void raised one eyebrow. "You're my disciple, aren't you?"
Ezekiel blinked. "I—I guess? Technically? Like… spiritually? Emotionally?"
"Into the pool."
And just like that, Void flung him in.
There was a scream.
There was splash.
And then there was silence.
Void waited a moment, arms crossed, before muttering:
"If he dies, I'll make another one."
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To Void's surprise, Ezekiel didn't explode.
Instead, the pool wrapped around him gently—like it was baffled.
His soul wasn't particularly strong, but it was… weirdly stubborn.
One low-tier law—Resilience—circled him, confused and intrigued. Not powerful. But stable. It recognized something Void himself was still trying to define:
"This dwarf is dumb. But he refuses to give up."
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Minutes passed.
Frederick emerged first—glowing faintly, covered in crackling golden veins, his eyes wild and full of knowledge he didn't yet understand.
Ezekiel staggered out next, wheezing like a drunk goat, but alive.
Void looked at them both.
"Congratulations. You've been baptized."
Pause.
"Now try not to die before you make that worth something."
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Void's Law Glossary – Volume I
(Compiled for the sake of lesser minds. Mainly dwarves.)
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Creation Law
(Why It Hates Lazy People)
Category: Supreme Law
Danger Level: Moderate to Reality-Shattering
Known Personality Traits: Judgmental, unreasonably high standards, allergic to mediocrity
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Summary:
The Creation Law is one of the foundational laws of the universe. It is responsible for form, structure, order, and all things that aren't exploding constantly—which makes it Void's natural nemesis.
It doesn't like freeloaders. It doesn't like copy-pasters. And it certainly doesn't like people who think "inspiration" means stealing blueprints and gluing feathers to it.
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Symptoms of Resonating with the Creation Law:
• Sudden divine inspiration at 3 a.m.
• Compulsive invention of things that make no sense but still work
• Increased eyebrow density
• A deep, haunting voice in your head whispering, "Try harder"
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Notable Creation Law Failures:
• That guy who tried to create a living sword and ended up with a sentient spoon that screams.
• A sect leader who claimed to create "true beauty" and accidentally summoned a sentient mirror that shows everyone their tax fraud.
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Void's Comment:
"It's like a cosmic teacher who only gives A+ or smites you into cosmic compost. Don't approach unless you're clever, insane, or have something to prove."
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Law Pools
(How to Know You're in One – Hint: It's Screaming)
Category: Environmental Hazard / Divine Buff / Existential Lottery
Danger Level: Yes.
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Summary:
Law Pools are spontaneous concentrations of fragmented laws in the world realm, usually found in mysterious planes, forbidden zones, and places where someone with too much power did something deeply irresponsible.
They're not actually "pools" until you step in and realize your flesh is debating its retirement.
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Signs You're in a Law Pool:
• The air is vibrating, but you're not moving
• You hear a hum that makes your soul want to throw up
• Your hair stands on end, even if you're bald
• There is literally a glowing pond and someone nearby is muttering "law affinity" like it's a shopping list
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Things That Happen in a Law Pool:
• You resonate with a law
• You violently fail to resonate with a law
• You ascend
• You combust
• You write a poem in your own blood and it gets published on accident in the Demon Plane
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Void's Comment:
"Step into one if you want to gamble your existence. Or if you're a dwarf trying to prove something to your dad."