Lord of the Truth

Chapter 2126 Four

Mid Sector 99- Planet Donara

Only a few decades ago, this place had been nothing more than a barren desert, a dead world stripped of vitality, ravaged relentlessly by earthquakes, waves of drought, and every conceivable natural disaster. Life had been completely erased from its surface, leaving behind no trace, no sign that it had ever been inhabited... aside from a fragile atmosphere that itself had been on the verge of disappearing entirely.

But then, the forces of the True Beginning Empire arrived... and from that moment on, its fate was completely rewritten.

Clamor Clamor

The space gate no longer stood alone in the middle of an endless desert, guarded by a handful of soldiers merely fulfilling routine duty with little purpose beyond maintaining presence.

Now, an entire city had risen around it... a city inhabited by tens of thousands, its presence growing steadily with each passing year.

And not a military city, but one filled with life. A city where children ran through the streets without fear, where women and elders carried out their daily routines in peace. A city with markets selling vegetables and clothing, with schools filled with students learning and growing... this place now held a complete, thriving ecosystem that had replaced the lifeless wasteland that once existed.

After space beasts were killed, their bodies were transported here by trainees of the Imperial Guard, carried with care as valuable resources rather than mere remains.

Each corpse passed through multiple stages, from peeling and skinning to cutting and separating every part individually with precision. Even the smallest details, such as nails and eyelashes, were carefully classified and sorted, nothing wasted, nothing ignored.

After that, each category was sent to a specialized workshop designed to handle that specific material, workshops led by veteran craftsmen brought in by the Swords of Shadow, whether through threats of exposing dark secrets from their past or by tempting them with the opportunity to work with the rare and valuable materials of space beast corpses.

And it had worked... beyond expectations.

The chain of workshops here now contained some of the greatest minds in the universe when it came to refining materials, inventing new uses, executing complex processes, and even designing advanced products from those resources. Their combined knowledge turned what was once raw flesh into priceless tools, weapons, and components.

But they alone were not enough...

So, a large number of families from across the empire were recruited and brought here, promised stable work and high wages that far exceeded what they could earn elsewhere. They became the daily workforce, laborers who gained experience day after day, steadily improving, learning techniques, and refining their skills through constant exposure.

After decades of working on the corpses of nascent space beasts... each one of them had become more experienced than those original experts had been when they first arrived, their hands steady, their judgment sharp, their understanding deep.

- Inside one of the cityʼs houses -

Richardʼs eyebrows trembled violently, his eyelids twitching as if he wanted to open them but was forcing himself not to, maintaining the fragile state he had placed himself in.

He sat on the ground in a meditation posture, his back straight, holding a pearl in his left hand and another in his right. Yet despite that, the flow of energy entering through his hands was extremely weak... so weak that even a child preparing to build their first foundation could draw in more energy than this. ”Mmm...” After several minutes of outward composure, Richard began letting out a low, pained groan, his body trembling slightly under the strain, then- ”Pffft-!!” He opened his mouth and coughed up a large amount of blood, the metallic taste filling his senses.

After that-Bam-he let himself fall backward, lying flat on the ground with his arms resting over his chest, his breathing uneven.

”Heh~”

Richard let out a tired sigh as he wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand, his expression somewhere between frustration and resignation.

”Iʼm afraid you overestimated me this time, Father.”

Fifty years ago, his father had told him he would come up with something to make him stronger... then entered seclusion without further explanation. Meanwhile, Richard had gone to assist Holak and the others in the second opening of the gate, then the third, and the fourth, throwing himself into those tasks without hesitation.

Until his father called for him once more and handed him a metal plate, instructing him not to break through to World Cataclysm until he had finished modifying his foundation according to the method described within it, no matter how long it took.

At first, Richard accepted the task with seriousness and enthusiasm. He immediately found himself a house on the safer side of the planet and began examining the plate carefully to understand what it contained, expecting something complex yet manageable...

- Anti-matter-

The moment he understood the nature of what was written, everything

changed.

It seemed that when Richard had told his father how well he believed the Anti-Life technique he obtained from the Cursed Manifestation suited him, his father decided to grant it to him in a true and complete form, not as a crude imitation, but as something refined to its very core.

The merged Anti-Matter Law retained fire and life as its core foundational elements, anchoring everything around them so that the system would not collapse under its own weight.

And upon them, it added patterns from the Fundamental Primary Law of Fission, weaving them carefully into the existing structure.

As well as patterns from an unclassified energy law, something far less understood, yet no less essential to completing the cycle.

The fission aspect would forcibly break the bonds between molecules, tearing them apart at a fundamental level, producing that hollow, weakened black state that would appear after Richard used the Anti-Life technique, a state that seemed empty yet held immense potential.

Meanwhile, the specialized energy patterns would draw in the immense energy released from the splitting of those bonds, capture it before it dispersed, compress it into a primitive state before it even entered the body, and then absorb it to be stored automatically within the body, exactly as Life Fire used to store stolen power without resistance.

This alone would be incredibly beneficial for him even after breaking through to World Cataclysm, changing the way he cultivated entirely. Instead of waiting weeks or even months to absorb energy from planets and refine it within his core into dense primitive energy, now the compression aspect within his technique would reduce that time to a quarter... or even an eighth, drastically accelerating his growth.

Even if he never absorbed life energy from living beings again, this addition alone would be enough to sustain him, even treating that energy as life energy itself and allowing Richard to store it throughout his entire body just as he had always done, without needing to alter his habits.

Richard still retained Life Fire, but Robin had supplied him with the same foundational structure that had been crafted for him through the Sovereign Law of Will. After completing the correction process, everything would function properly, seamlessly even, and he could develop those abilities further at his own pace, refining them over time.

Richard had effectively obtained a four-merged law!!

But his joy did not last long...

Nearly forty years had passed since he received the new merged technique and began restructuring his foundations, dedicating himself entirely to the process. During that time, he had only reached foundation number seventeen.

And the first ten did not even count, as they required no law to establish and

were merely the base layers of his structure...

Meaning that, over forty years, he had only managed to modify seven foundations out of fifty!

Four laws sharing the same energy core... a core that had already been overcrowded with two laws before, unstable even in its original state. Now, he had to break the old structures and force the new ones in by any means possible, carefully dismantling what was already built while ensuring nothing collapsed prematurely. He had to prevent the walls of his energy center from instinctively rejecting and attacking these ”foreign” foundations. He had to ensure that the higher foundations would not collapse due to the changes happening below, maintaining balance at every level.

He had to force himself to remain focused, suppressing pain and instability, while engraving these extremely complex patterns onto his foundations, where even the smallest mistake, even the slightest deviation, could result in

catastrophe!

With every bit of progress, the difficulty and pressure only increased, the resistance growing stronger... and his progress slowed even further, almost grinding to a halt at times.

”...No wonder I couldnʼt find any record of a four-merged law in history,” Richard muttered as he stared up at the ceiling, his voice carrying a trace of exhaustion and disbelief.

Then, after a long moment of thought, he found himself speaking aloud, ”Just stabilizing the new inscriptions puts me in this miserable state...” He paused briefly, his brows tightening, before continuing, ”...how did Father find a way to link all these laws together so they donʼt interfere or destroy one another? The

seven foundations are completely stable!”

Poof

Richard returned to a meditation posture, sitting upright once more, forcing

his breathing to steady and his mind to clear. He looked in a certain direction,

his gaze firm and resolute. ”...Heʼs already done everything he could.” Then he tightened his grip on the two pearls, the faint flow of energy still entering his body. ”Now itʼs my turn to do my part.”