Detective Conan: Shadow Legion Office

132: Chapter 132 Successful Transformation, Lord of the Small WorldThe stone door of the secret room had been tightly closed for seven days.

During these seven days, the hustle and bustle of the outside world seemed to be isolated by an invisible barrier.

Lin Long sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes tightly shut, his breathing so long and slow it was almost stagnant.

A faint black mist swirled around his body like a flowing garment of gauze. With every breath, countless minute points of light gathered from all directions—stripped from the assassinations, gang wars, and betrayals occurring worldwide. These malevolent thoughts flowed through invisible threads, continuously pouring into his body and finally merging into the dark core deep within his consciousness.

At midnight on the seventh day, as the last wisp of blood-scented black mist entered the secret room, a point of eerie light suddenly lit up between Lin Long’s brows.

Deep in his consciousness, the black crystal that had been entrenched there for two years was vibrating violently.

The cracks on the crystal’s surface grew denser. Initially just hair-thin slits, they had now spread like a spiderweb, revealing the flowing golden stream of light within.

The chains of laws condensed from malevolent thoughts rotated at high speed around the crystal’s periphery, emitting a bee-like hum as they greedily absorbed the final wave of black mist.

”Crack—”

A crisp sound of shattering exploded within his consciousness.

The outer layer of the black crystal peeled away like an eggshell, revealing a curled-up golden ball of light inside.

The ball of light was only the size of a fist, yet it radiated a heart-palpitating pressure. With every pulsation, countless law runes spilled from the light, streaking across the void of the Dark Kingdom like meteors.

Lin Long’s consciousness was pulled by this power, plunging rapidly before suddenly soaring high.

He ”saw” the mountains of the Dark Kingdom collapsing and reorganizing, rivers turning into surging rivers of laws, and those primitive creatures condensed from negative emotions dissolving in the golden light, only to be reborn in a purer form.

The entire world was undergoing a complete metamorphosis under the illumination of the golden ball of light.

”Boom!”

The golden ball of light suddenly erupted!

Blinding light instantly filled the entire space of his consciousness. Lin Long’s spirit felt as if it had been cast into a furnace; all thoughts, memories, and perceptions were crushed and reshaped within the intense glare.

He lost all concept of time. He knew not if a mere instant or an eternity had passed, but when the light finally faded, he found himself standing in a vast, boundless white space.

There was no up or down, left or right, no boundaries between heaven and earth—only pure white light, warm and inclusive, yet carrying an unquestionable majesty.

Lin Long looked down at his hands. The texture of his skin was clearly visible, and he could even feel the flow of his blood, yet he knew clearly in his heart—this body was fake, a phantom condensed from pure spiritual power.

”Is this... the Origin Space of the Small World?”

As soon as the thought arose, countless streams of information surged into his mind like a bursting dam.

He saw the first glimmer of light at the birth of the universe, saw stars condensing under the laws of gravity, saw life crawling out of chaos, and returning to silence within the laws of increasing entropy.

From the collision of microscopic particles to the operation of macroscopic galaxies; from the division of single-celled organisms to the birth of higher intelligence...

The cycles of birth and death of countless worlds flashed before his eyes, each image accompanied by its corresponding law analysis.

”So that’s how it is...” Lin Long muttered to himself, a flash of realization in his eyes.

The metamorphosis of the Dark Kingdom was essentially a process of converting ”malevolent energy” into ”world origin.”

Those black mists condensed from war, hatred, and greed had, under the catalysis of the law chains, finally broken through the boundaries of ”conscious creation” to form true world foundations.

And he, as the creator, naturally had to complete a ”binding” with this nascent world.

He tried raising his hand. With a thought, a black mountain range emerged in the white space—it was the ”Mountain of Resentment,” the earliest formation in the Dark Kingdom.

With another wave of his hand, the mountain range turned into a surging river. Countless pained faces floated in the water, condensed from the resentment of souls who had died in wars.

”I am the world, and the world is me.”

This realization struck his mind like lightning. Lin Long finally understood the meaning of ”Heavenly Dao”—not a high-and-mighty ruler, but the ”law itself” coexisting with the world.

He didn’t need to issue commands because the world’s operation would follow his will; he didn’t need to consciously maintain it because his existence was the proof of the world’s existence.

Just then, his spiritual perspective suddenly rose, penetrating the white Origin Space to see an even grander sight.

At the very core of the Small World hovered a mass of purple-gold flame.

The flame was human-shaped but lacked a specific outline. Countless law runes flowed and annihilated within the flame, radiating a pressure sufficient to make any living being grovel and tremble.

Lin Long could clearly perceive that this was his true ”original body”—the form after his original physical body merged with the core of the Dark Kingdom, the ”Source of the Dao” for this Small World.

And his current self was merely a wisp of conscious avatar projected by the Source of the Dao into the Origin Space.

”From the third dimension to a higher dimension...”

Lin Long’s avatar laughed, the sound echoing in the white space with a clarity that transcended the mundane.

The existence of three-dimensional beings depends on a physical carrier, limited by time and space; higher-dimensional beings, however, break free from these shackles, using ”laws” as their body and ”consciousness” as their wings.

He could exist in every corner of the Small World simultaneously, feel the blooming of a flower, listen to the whisper of a grain of sand, and even reverse the flow of time locally to make deceased beings ”reappear” in specific areas—though this wasn’t true resurrection, merely a recursive demonstration of the laws.

He tried to ”look down” upon his Small World.

The original Dark Kingdom had completely transformed. The black earth was covered with dark-gold patterns (solidified laws), and two suns hung in the sky: one radiating red light representing ”hatred,” and the other flowing with yellow light symbolizing ”greed.”

Rivers were liquid resentment, forests were thorns grown from the bones of traitors, and the cities were inhabited by ”residents” condensed from pure malevolence. They followed the law of the jungle, day after day enacting slaughter and plunder—this wasn’t Lin Long’s deliberate arrangement, but the ”initial setting” etched into the world’s marrow at its birth.

”It’s still not enough,” Lin Long’s avatar said softly.

Becoming the Heavenly Dao of the Small World was only the first step. He could clearly perceive that this nascent world was still very ”impoverished.” Although the law chains were complete, it lacked sufficient ”energy” to expand.

It was like a newly sprouted seed, requiring more massive nutrients to grow into a towering tree.

And the nutrients were that kexue world.

Lin Long’s conscious avatar raised his hand, and a massive image appeared in the white space—a real-time projection of the kexue world.

He saw Conan’s silhouette chasing a criminal on the streets of Tokyo, saw Mouri Kogoro drinking in the detective agency, saw Suzuki Sonoko’s smile while shopping with Mouri Ran, and even saw the Black Organization’s strongholds hidden in the shadows.

”The Child of Destiny... Conan...”

Lin Long’s gaze fell upon the small boy wearing glasses, a deep meaning flashing in his eyes.

The ”Ke Xue Laws” of this world were most clearly manifested in Conan—

Bizarre cases would always find him, seemingly perfect crimes would always leave flaws, and even in dangerous scenarios with a high probability of death, he could turn peril into safety by relying on ”luck.” This trait of being favored by the world’s will was the perfect ”anchor” to connect the two worlds.

Lin Long’s avatar extended a finger and lightly tapped Conan’s position in the projection.

In an instant, the purple-gold flame at the Small World’s core trembled slightly. An extremely fine thread of law followed an invisible channel, silently seeping into the kexue world and entwining itself around Conan’s soul.

This thread would not affect Conan’s consciousness, but it would allow Lin Long to perceive the flow of laws in the kexue world and even, at specific moments, convert the ”event energy” of the kexue world (such as the suspense in a case, the tension during a pursuit, the relief when the truth is revealed) into nutrients to nourish the Small World.

”Take it slow.”

Lin Long’s avatar spoke softly, his eyes shimmering with a composure that shared the longevity of the world.

He had plenty of time. As an eternal and indestructible higher-dimensional being, years, decades, or even centuries were but the blink of an eye.

He would be like the most patient hunter, lurking behind the scenes, watching the stories of the kexue world unfold, siphoning away its origin energy bit by bit until one day, the world could no longer sustain itself and completely merged into his Small World.

At that time, his world would undergo a second metamorphosis, and he would become the sole Heavenly Dao covering both worlds.

In the white Origin Space, Lin Long’s conscious avatar slowly dissipated, turning into countless points of light that merged into the void.

The purple-gold flame at the Small World’s core flickered once, as if letting out a satisfied sigh.

Outside the secret room, the sound of the Pacific Ocean’s waves remained. No one knew that beneath this isolated small island, a brand-new world had been nurtured;

Even less did anyone know that a higher-dimensional being capable of overturning the existing order had quietly been born.

Lin Long’s plan had only just entered its most critical stage. Meanwhile, the people of the kexue world continued their ordinary lives under the sun, completely unaware of the fate that was to come.