Venturing into the Sea of Laws Again

The Grandmaster's palace on Sakaar had prepared a resting room for Chu Hang.

Chu Hang sat cross-legged, the never-ending revelry of Sakaar shut out beyond the walls.

He needed to sort out the tangled mess in his mind.

The Mental Law copied from Vision was like an intangible mist. The Reality Warp stripped from the Aether, meanwhile, was a drop of ink that wanted to dye everything its own color.

Those two powers were far too abstract, and far too dangerous.

He had always kept them suppressed using the methods he had learned from Odin, not daring to make the slightest mistake. Odin had warned him that everyone who took this path had died.

He had planned to spend decades, perhaps even centuries, slowly refining them until he had fully digested those powers.

But now, something felt wrong.

A sense of rejection came from the deepest layer of the universe.

This universe was purging him, an abnormal piece of data.

He could no longer suppress it.

An irresistible pulling force came from the depths of his Soul Law.

The energy barrier before his eyes vanished, as did all sensation from his body.

His consciousness was violently dragged into a boundless ocean.

The Sea of Laws.

This was not his first time here, but this time, he had not come of his own accord. He had been forcibly dragged in.

There was no way back.

He had no choice.

He plunged headfirst into the ocean made of countless silver grids. The Law of Space.

This was his home ground. He knew it well.

Like a fish returning to water, every node in the grid resonated with his consciousness.

Space was clay before him, something he could knead as he pleased.

He easily reached the other shore.

Next came an ocean of