"Has my luck really run out? How unlucky!"
Gazing at the slowly approaching, vigorous vitality emanating from the distant Void, Muria sighed lightly. The occurrence of Epics that could freely roam within the Void was exceedingly rare, often wandering for hundreds of years without encountering one.
Of course, this refers to aimless wandering. If one were to recklessly charge into an ancient, major world, encountering and battling with an Epic would be quite normal, and being literally beaten to death would not be surprising.
"Such fluctuations could indeed attract an Epic, just don't know if it's an Evil God."
Muria glanced at the world still slowly merging beside him. He had considered setting up a Magic Array to conceal the Law fluctuations caused by the merging of the worlds.
However, the energy needed to set up a Magic Array capable of hiding a world was simply too immense—one so great that Muria doubted whether the gains would offset the cost of setting it up.
