Lord of the Truth

Chapter 1049: Price!

What if he had twenty individuals as strong as Richard?

As he pondered the idea, a small chuckle escaped Robin, and he shook his head.

In some way, he understood why there werenʼt many merged laws circulating throughout the middle planetary belt. He was almost certain that the difficulty of creating merged laws wasnʼt significantly greater than crafting martial arts techniques. Yet, martial arts techniques were relatively widespread and could be purchased for as little as a thousand energy pearls.

The reason was simple: no Truth Chosen would ever willingly leak such a technique. Even he had created only two merged law techniques in his lifetime, and he gave them to his wife and son. Not once had he considered sharing these techniques with the army or creating

additional merged techniques for them.

Would he have been stronger if he had? Absolutely. He could have commanded an

unprecedented army. But would they remain loyal forever, like obedient robots? Would none of them rebel? Would none attempt to sell the techniques? Would none be forced to hand them over?

Oath tablets were a reassuring safeguard, but on the grand stage, they held no value. Jabba had said something particularly striking before fleeing: The fragment of the Overlordʼs soul scanned his soul domain as effortlessly as one reads a newspaper. If Jabba had possessed a merged law, wouldnʼt that woman have easily seized it?

Robin could adapt to indulging his children. If one of them rebelled and went their own way, he would wish them well. If one grew angry and tried to leak the technique, he wouldnʼt blame them. And if one were killed or tortured over those techniques, the last thing he would care about would be the fate of the techniques-he would turn the world upside down for their sake.

”Now that Iʼve told you everything, why donʼt you answer my question?” Pythor asked, leaning forward slightly, his piercing gaze fixed on Robin as he gave him a moment to collect his thoughts. ”I have my speculations but I want to hear it from you, What exactly do your sons possess? Martial arts... or merged laws?”

”Would it make any difference?” Robin slowly turned his gaze back to Pythor, his lips curling into a wide, almost mischievous smile.

Whether martial arts or fused laws, both held immeasurable value. Pythor was essentially asking: Do you possess gold or diamonds?

”It would make a difference to me,” Pythor responded, his voice firm and tinged with an undercurrent of urgency. His posture stiffened slightly as if bracing himself for what he was about to hear. ”Come on, we had a deal. Answer me.”

”....” Robin met Pythorʼs unwavering stare, holding it for a few long, tense moments. Finally, he spoke, his voice calm but deliberate, ”They are merged laws.”

Crack! The armrests of Pythorʼs throne groaned under the sudden force of his grip. His eyes widened in shock for a heartbeat, betraying his carefully maintained composure. Quickly, he regained his grace, straightening up and folding his arms across his chest. ”...I thought so too,” he muttered, his voice low but resolute. ”They use them far too often and with such intensity for them to be mere martial arts. Itʼs as though their entire being is tied to those techniques.”

Pythorʼs gaze shifted, drawn toward the battlefield where Richard ruthlessly shattered Marshal Lacrosseʼs leg like nothing.

His eyes flickered, a mix of admiration and disbelief passing over his face.

”...The feeling from that green flame is invigorating, brimming with vitality and an overwhelming presence. And the other-the black flame-it carries a sense of dread, a palpable gloom that seems to seep into the body itself...” Pythorʼs voice trailed off as his sharp eyes glanced back at Robin. There was a question in his gaze, but also an unspoken recognition of the power that lay before him.

”Thereʼs no need for pretenses between us anymore. What Richard possesses is a merged law comprised of the major heavenly law of fire and the major heavenly law of life,” Robin chuckled. ”And what Caesar wields is a merged law comprised of the major heavenly law of fire and major heavenly law of death.”

Ba-Dum!

”You...!!” Pythorʼs eyes widened until his eyelids nearly disappeared, and even his mouth started to gape open gradually as if he were trying to process what he had just heard bit by bit. By now, all his grandeur had gone out the window. ”Robin Burton... by the hour of friendship weʼve shared... Is what youʼve said true?!”

”Why would I lie to you? Observe them as much as you like.” Robin chuckled, then returned his gaze toward the four battlefronts within the city.

”....!!!” Still agape, Pythor watched Richardʼs and Caesarʼs fights for a while. Eventually, he managed to close his mouth with difficulty and regulate his breathing before turning back to Robin. ”Do you realize the value of those two merged laws?”

”I have some guesses.” Robin laughed. These werenʼt just merged law techniques- they involved major heavenly laws from fundamental paths. Nothing could increase their value further except for master laws like spacetime or truth!

”No, no you canʼt guess! Anything you imagine wonʼt come close to their worth! Do you understand what would happen if those techniques appeared in the middle planetary belt?” Pythor slammed his throneʼs armrest. ”Who exactly is your Overlord? How did he grant you two merged laws of this order? Are they from an ancient galactic family? Do your Overlord have connections to stellar academies?!”

”Hehe, I was the one who created them.” Robin waved dismissively as he observed one of the battles. But then, his smile froze as the weight of his words sank in.

Upon reflection... While the technique to modify Caesarʼs foundation and fuse the law of death into it was his idea, he had sought the All-Seeing Godʼs help to expedite the research when he realized the process was challenging and time-consuming. Indeed, the All-Seeing God had offered a few insights that enabled him to master such modifications in record time.

The All-Seeing God hadnʼt questioned where Robin had acquired patterns from the path of death, nor had he expressed surprise at the merged technique of Deathfire once it was completed. He had merely... praised it!

Robin had assumed such things were commonplace in the middle planetary belt and thus hadnʼt found them unusual. But after hearing Pythorʼs reaction... What did this imply exactly?

”You? Did you really create them? Do you really possess the major heavenly law of life? You have the major heavenly law of Death? You have the capability of making solid foundation techniques using merged laws already?!” Pythorʼs attempt to regain his composure vanished again in an instant.

”...” Pythorʼs outburst snapped Robin out of his thoughts. He looked at Baithor again, this time with an official, slightly annoyed smile. ”Yes, I have all of that. Yes, I can create merged laws whenever I want. And on top of that, I acquired the minor law of Corrosion from the path of Destruction from you guys as well. Want to know something else? I also have a method to modify pre-existing foundations and transform them into merged ones. What? Do you want me to make you one using the minor law of Corrosion?”

”...!!!” Pythor gritted his teeth, locking eyes with Robin directly. ”...What do you want in

return?”