I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Chapter 434: The Constructs

Northern was not sure how the Chaos Prince was able to create animate beings, but he had a guess.

He could see Chaos Constructs, which the Chaos Prince himself must have been able to comprehend at a transcendental level, of course.

Before, Northern thought that the Chaos Prince couldn’t see or affect ligatures and their Chaos Constructs. He thought he was the first of his kind.

However, after what he saw in the tower and meeting these animate beings created by the Chaos Prince, he began to reason otherwise.

When the Void became a larger part of him than Chaos, and he gained the memory and understanding of the Void—not all, however—Northern now understood that there was more to the Chaos Prince than met the eye.

Now, Northern considered that the Chaos Prince himself could actually create Chaos Constructs. However, he also felt that the idea was too wild and overpowered.

While he wasn’t dismissing its possibility, he also wanted to form theories based on facts that are—for now—more believable.

Thus, he settled on the thought that the Chaos Prince could manipulate Chaos Constructs, just like he could. No.

What Northern could do was not befitting to be called manipulation when compared to what the Chaos Prince could do.

At least, not when considering what he had done with Pangu and the rest of the formless summons.

But now that Northern was synchronized with the Void, he felt like he could do the same thing.

Although not from scratch, and it was going to take extreme, meticulous handling. Plus, he was sure his stamina would be drained significantly.

Hell, he didn’t even know if he’d be able to fight at all should he go down that route.

Because while the Void didn’t seem to be asking for anything in return for granting him such an overpowered ability—which he had yet to fully explore—it was insanely eating away at his stamina, now more than ever. Northern could barely even lift a leg. He sat there looking as if he was paralyzed.

’I guess I just have to try...’ Northern mused and sighed.

Northern had never known about the existence of Void Constructs.

Yes, just like Chaos Constructs, there was also something known as Void Constructs, and both were the muscle fibers that make up a ligature.

However, since Chaos Constructs played a more active role than Void Constructs did.

Void Constructs were the foundation of a ligature. They were what kept them anchored. To put it another way, Void Constructs were essentially the foundation of reality—space.

Chaos Constructs, however, were more of an active part of existence within the ligatures—time and its sequence of events.

But Northern was not ready to dive deep into that part of their usefulness.

What he wanted to do was simple. Although the Chaos Prince created these animate beings using Chaos as a major part of their existence, they still had that void within them.

Their shapelessness and shadowy form were more than enough to indicate that.

What Northern wanted to do now was switch sides—place Chaos in the recessive part and Void in the dominant part.

Doing this would leave the animate being empty and numb, which was exactly what Northern needed.

When it was empty and numb, he would then instill a soul, thus permanently creating something different. Whatever would be born would be a mixture of both but would have its own traits.

Northern first thought of doing this with Night Terror, but the thought of losing Night Terror terrified him.

So, he decided that he was going to use Koll.

Northern signaled for Pangu to come forward.

The silhouette slowly passed through the flames without being affected and stopped at Northern’s feet, lowering itself.

Northern closed his eyes and slowly opened them, revealing Chaos Eyes.

Then he began to exchange the lines of flames that intertwined with each other, softly wringing but definitely giving essence and existence to Pangu.

Northern had to strain because he had to endure the pain of the sewing ongoing in his belly while also trying to untangle multiple weaves, turning one for the other.

As he did, subtle changes could be noticed in the silhouette’s form, such as gaining a luster and shiny surface, just like Night Terror’s carapace.

And when Northern was done, the animate being stood still. Even though its body had gained a luster, it was still formless, droopy like a slimy liquid, and struggling to keep a shape.

He then summoned Koll, who, despite having been killed just now, was still fine. Of course, he was essentially a clone. Northern had just made him inhabit his clone, but now he was about to make it something else.

He breathed calmly, and with the authority of the Void within him, ordered Koll to merge with the animate being.

Koll’s soul, without the slightest disobedience or delay, transformed into a black ball of light and flew into the animate matter.

Immediately, the form began to straighten up. Northern frowned as he saw this happen.

The fact was, he himself was not sure if this was going to work. He just took a wild guess and tried to be innovative with the things he had gained from the memory of the Void.

If it failed, he would be losing a very strong soul, another reason why using Night Terror was not even an option.

But if it was successful...

’Let’s hope it is first...’ He tried to calm himself from all the excitement.

The form began to become more solid, forming the lithe frame of a man. It was pitch black, with white lines running across its body like circuits, converging to form a circle in the middle of its torso.

Sharp eagle-like eyes with blue slit pupils opened to life, a small pointed nose formed, and a white line split open the mouth of the being, with flawless white teeth forming out of nothing within them.

Northern watched in amazement as the being manifested before him.

It was not as tall as Koll initially was, but it was taller than Northern, perhaps standing at a height of 6’9”. His muscles were toned and coiled like a couple of black snakes bound together along his arms and back.

As Northern’s mouth fell open in awe, he muttered, ”Oh crap, it was successful”