Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 135 In this world... only I have the law?
Chen Baiyu silently blended into the somber air of the corridor in the eighth-floor intensive care unit.

The disinfectant smell was so strong and pungent.

It drowned out all signs of life, leaving only a near-sterile stillness.

The only constant hum of instruments occasionally escaping from behind the heavy door panels is the monotonous chime of this field.

He leaned against the cold wall at the corner of the corridor, his eyelids lowered, like a weary visitor resting with his eyes closed.

However, with a slight thought...

The dormant spiritual power was instantly awakened.

[Divine Sense (Active)] - Activated!
hum...

Centered on him, a spherical perception field with a radius of six meters suddenly opened up, silently penetrating the corridor walls and the tightly closed doors.

The field of vision suddenly shifted.

The scene visible to the average person is as if a thin film has been instantly peeled away, revealing a deeper and more complex reality.

Every movement of air, the rough structure of the reinforced concrete within the walls, the faint, almost stagnant heartbeat of the patient in the next room, the wisps of steam rising from the water cups on the nurses' station...

Countless minute pieces of information flooded into his consciousness like stars, and were instantly categorized, analyzed, and archived by his rapidly working mind.

This transcendent "vision" penetrated physical barriers, yet it was firmly confined within a six-meter spherical cage.

He was like a cold scanner, casually "scanning" the nearby wards within the limited range of his divine sense.

In the first ward, there was a middle-aged man in a deep coma, whose vital signs were being forcibly maintained by machines.

Under the influence of divine sense, one could only perceive a chaotic and weak bioelectric field, like a candle flickering in the wind, lacking any clear structure of independent thought, and without even a trace of the legendary soul.

In the second ward, a young woman wearing a breathing mask stared blankly at the ceiling. Her thoughts were more active than the previous patient's, and her expression revealed that she was filled with fear, despair, and numbness to pain.

The divine sense still failed to detect anything independent of the brain's consciousness.

The third ward...

His divine sense swept over it again and again.

Like the most sophisticated detector sweeping across this ICU, which is known as the "end-of-life enrichment field".

Following the system's task prompts, he monitored all possible energy anomalies and information fluctuations.

However, apart from extreme physical exhaustion, interference from the electric fields of the complex life support system, and the intense yet persistent mental fluctuations of the patient and their family, there was nothing else.

There were no eerie winds, no mournful sighs, no translucent ghosts drifting by, and no mysterious aggregates of information beyond the scientific definition.

The feedback from his divine sense was still that familiar "pure" world that brought him a slight sense of peace.

The interaction of matter, energy, and information within the existing framework of physics.

Within this space composed of steel, cement, and the electrical currents of life, all that can be captured is the cold feedback from the material world and the subtle disturbances of the pure bio-electromagnetic field emitted by living organisms.

There was not a single discrete information cluster or special energy aggregate that could be clearly defined as a "soul" and transcends the rules of physics.

Under his divine sense, everything appeared "normal," just like every corner he had observed in the past.

Just when Chen Baiyu was about to conclude in his mind that this "observation" had yielded "no results"

"Ring ring ring—!!!"

A sharp, piercing alarm blared, tearing through the already tense silence of the corridor like a razor blade!
The sound originated from a ward near the edge of Chen Baiyu's spiritual consciousness coverage.

Almost the instant the alarm sounded, the electrocardiogram monitoring signal in that room turned into a collapsing, precipitous red curve in Chen Baiyu's mental map.

"Bed 7 in Ward B! Respiratory and cardiac arrest! Quick!"

"Defibrillator ready! Adrenaline!"

The rapid footsteps sounded like a dense drumbeat from all directions. Several doctors and nurses in white coats rushed towards the ward where the alarm light had suddenly turned on, like a well-trained commando team.

The door was suddenly pushed open and then quickly closed.

While it blocked some of the view, it couldn't block the tense atmosphere that erupted inside the door in a split second, a tension as high as a race against time.

Chen Baiyu slowly opened her eyes, but did not move.

They didn't even peek out like other family members who were shocked and looked around upon hearing the noise.

He simply tilted his head slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through the not-so-thick door.

Because his consciousness is able to perceive clearly.

[Divine Sense] faithfully incorporated the space inside the door into his last few tens of centimeters of effective "field of vision".

The place was in complete chaos, yet within that chaos lay a chilling order.

The doctors were shouting instructions.

The defibrillator electrodes were pressed hard against his aging, withered chest, and his body on the bed bounced violently.

The electrocardiogram remained a hopeless straight line.

The nurse quickly injected the medication.

More instruments were connected.

A young female relative was cornered, her hands tightly covering her mouth, tears streaming silently down her face, her eyes filled with shattered hope, like a sorrowful bomb about to explode.

The surrounding area instantly became lively.

Several panicked figures quickly gathered in the corridor, their whispers, sympathetic sighs, and awe of the medical staff mingling together.

This cold space briefly became slightly more lively because of this sudden crisis.

Chen Baiyu stood still as a rock.

His expression remained completely calm, as if the tragicomedy of life and death unfolding before him was merely a distant stage play, entirely unrelated to him.

He simply watched the doctors' futile efforts, watched the old, frail body bounce helplessly under the powerful electric current, and watched the utterly suffocating straight line on the monitoring screen…

All the noise and tension were shut out by his almost inhuman indifference.

Divinity is budding.

He was like an observer who remained detached from the situation.

We are recording, analyzing, and waiting for that inevitable final outcome that belongs to matter.

Sweat beaded on the doctors' foreheads.

The doctors' tone became increasingly urgent.

Chen Baiyu had already spotted it first.

In the brief silence following the final high-current defibrillation, within microseconds after the electrocardiogram flattens out, signaling clinical death, and before the doctor utters the words "declaration of death."

An anomaly was detected within the realm of [divine sense].

Without warning, a flicker appeared around the aging body that had just stopped beating and lost all vitality.

It was an extremely faint, extremely brief, almost illusory "ripple".

A faint, almost imperceptible fluctuation of mental energy suddenly "dissipated" from that body.

It doesn't resemble a "soul" with independent consciousness; it's more like a drop of water seeping from the edge of a dried-up sponge, or a wisp of smoke drifting from the embers that have just been extinguished.

It exists briefly in physical space.

It presents an extremely primitive, weak, and chaotic state of pure energy.

Chen Baiyu's eyes suddenly narrowed!
His divine sense was instantly boosted to its current limit, like an invisible probe, suddenly focusing on that point of "ripple" that was about to dissipate!
That faint and sparse spiritual energy was incredibly fragile in its very existence. It couldn't even last for a fraction of a second in the air, much less endure like physical matter.

The moment Chen Baiyu's powerful perception locked onto it, it was like a snowflake thrown into a scorching furnace, or a speck of dust blown away by an invisible wind.

At a speed far exceeding physical dissipation.

Rapidly and irreversibly "fading", "dissolving", and "evaporating".

There was no painful groan, no lingering emotion, no trace of departure.

It just... drifted away.

Silent and invisible, it completely dissipates and merges into the unchanging background noise, into the molecular motion of the air, the electromagnetic signals of various devices, and the faint mental fluctuations of others.

It was as if it had never existed.

The doctors were still making their last, futile attempts, and sorrowful sobs were beginning to brew and erupt in that corner.

Chen Baiyu slowly withdrew his focus, but his brows furrowed deeply.

He temporarily set aside the slight dizziness caused by the exertion.

His eyes gleamed with an extreme calmness, his mind racing like a highly sophisticated computer, instantly analyzing the peculiar phenomenon that had occurred in less than a second:
"Fleeting... faint and blurry... chaotic and disordered..."

"No conscious awareness... not even basic subconscious instincts..."

"It was just the extremely weak spiritual energy the deceased possessed before death... which, in the instant the life magnetic field completely collapsed and disintegrated, was like water droplets overflowing after being violently shaken..."

"Then... after leaving the 'container,' this 'water droplet,' having lost its source and protection, was immediately assimilated, swallowed up, and annihilated by the vast and merciless 'environment' of reality..."

Chen Baiyu couldn't help but squint her eyes.

There was no fear in those cold eyes, only a sudden realization and a very slight, complex emotion of relief.

He silently arrived at the cold conclusion that had been hovering for a long time and was now finally anchored by actual observation: true souls generally do not exist in the world.

That amount of spiritual energy was so scarce that it could hardly be considered a soul, or even a lingering resentment!
"What ordinary people leave behind after death is at most a faint echo of their spiritual energy! Like dew or lightning, it should be viewed as such..."

"This is the fate of ordinary people, and also the final destination of all humanity after death—nothingness!"

"There is no soul in the true sense of the word!"

This conclusion solidified in Chen Baiyu's mind like ice.

【drop! 】

【The mission has been completed! 】

[You have received a reward of 200 experience points!]

A notification sound indicating task completion followed.

This confirms that Chen Baiyu's current thoughts are not mere speculation, but rather an almost absolute truth derived from powerful [divine sense] observation combined with the extremely high verification authority granted by the system task.

In fact, he had already guessed it.

After all, even he himself only suddenly developed a rudimentary primordial spirit after reaching the limit of five times the human limit.

There are requirements for the birth of a soul!

Among all people in the world, only a handful can truly reach the human limit in any particular field, and none can reach the human limit in all aspects.

Not to mention reaching five times the human limit.

Moreover, even in its nascent form, his primordial spirit dared not cause any trouble in the face of the cruel material world.

Any primordial spirit that dares to leave the body will inevitably be completely obliterated; even the slightest breeze of reality is too heavy for life to bear.

Needless to say, the meager mental strength of ordinary people means they are destined to leave nothing behind in the end.

The end result of human death is that even the almost non-existent spiritual power loses the protection of the physical body and vanishes into nothingness in the material world.

This is the end.

It's all over.

When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out; there are no more illusions left.

This deduction made his breathing quicken slightly, and his thoughts stretched out like lightning.

To be fair, he wasn't mindless. From the moment he acquired the system, he would often stop to intentionally think about and observe everything around him, but he had never encountered any special beings other than himself.

But looking at it now...

If even the most basic and widely existing supernatural element of the soul in human cultural imagination is proven to be non-existent.

So……

Those mythical mountain spirits that exist only in legends? The supernatural powers of summoning wind and rain recorded in ancient texts? And the extraordinary resources that powerful families and mysterious organizations might possess? Even the supernatural projects researched in certain national laboratories…

Perhaps it never existed at all?
Even if they exist, in a world where it is impossible for ordinary people to have a soul, how high can their power limit be?

Chen Baiyu's eyes became incredibly sharp, like two tempered blades, and he drew a logically sound conclusion: the physical laws of this real world are still the overriding foundation!

Those potential forces in the underworld must be of pitifully low status.

It doesn't even exist!

This realization acted like a powerful "reassurance pill," instantly dispelling any lingering fear and awe he harbored about the possible existence of unknown, extraordinary powers.

The "ceiling" of the real world had never been so clear or so safe in his perception!

Thinking of this, the absolute confidence and sense of alienation belonging to the "only extraordinary one" became even more profound and weighty.

At the end of the corridor at the same time.

The voice announcing the time of death finally rang out coldly, followed by an uncontrollable wail.

Chen Baiyu seemed not to have heard anything.

He glanced deeply at the room that had just witnessed a life vanish into nothingness, and at the doctors still futilely tidying up the equipment wiring, his gaze as deep as an ancient well.

My thoughts drifted away.

There is no reincarnation, no heaven, and no underworld.

Nothingness and emptiness are the fates of everyone except him.

As expected, and as reasonable as it should be.

That's the result.

This left him with slightly mixed feelings.

It wasn't just because of a peculiar sense of schadenfreude, but also because of a bewilderment at the meaningless conclusions that follow death.

But he soon came to his senses.

Acknowledge emptiness!

It is also an important part of understanding the essence of the world.

No?
As he pondered, he turned around.

Just like when they arrived, they silently merged into the cold, busy crowd of the hospital, leaving all the sadness and noise behind.

In this world... I alone uphold the law.

This is probably a stroke of luck.

(End of this chapter)