Saint.
For the first time across both his lives, William had stepped into this realm. The moment he became a saint, he felt as though he could do anything.
Especially when it came to thunder.
His control over thunder was no longer limited to skills. As long as he willed it, he could easily unleash any thunder ability. For a legend, that was unimaginable.
It could be called control over the rules, and it also possessed a Microcosm-like precision.
If a legend's control could reach the molecular level, then a saint's control had already been refined down to atoms.
It might sound like the shift from fantasy to science fiction, but a saint's eyes really could easily see atoms and discern them clearly. The two paths merely led to the same destination.
Prince had once been Near-Saint, but the feeling Near-Saint brought him had never been this direct.
What was the difference between Near-Saint and saint?
It was roughly the difference between an ordinary adult using a pistol and a master marksman using one...
One only knew how to pull the trigger, because he knew a pistol was powerful enough to inflict fatal wounds on most people.
The other had already turned the pistol into a part of his life. His control and understanding of it were far beyond what an ordinary person could compare to. With a gun in hand, a master marksman became a god. He was invincible.
Near-Saint William had been a dumb brute with tremendous power, picking fights with everyone he saw. His combat strength was brief and utterly unsustainable, and he often exhausted himself until his vision blurred.
But William, now a saint, had truly and permanently mastered this power. This instinct had been engraved into his Life Origin, impossible for him to forget for