Lord of the Truth

Chapter 1285 1285: Commercial Planet Zaron

The Commercial Planet — Zaron

Bzzzt—

”Hm?” Robin stepped out of the shimmering spatial portal, his entire body tense and senses heightened. He was fully prepared for anything. This planet was a mystery to him, a complete unknown, except for one detail—Rinara had recommended it. And if Rinara vouched for something, then it was bound to be unusual, if not outright dangerous.

Robinʼs initial expectation was that he would be immediately confronted by guards demanding identification and purpose of visit. He had prepared several responses for such an encounter, some diplomatic, others… not so much. He had even steeled himself mentally for the possibility of a fight or an emergency retreat. But what he saw next made all his assumptions collapse in a single moment.

”Come, come! Iʼve got the finest lumber youʼll find in the galaxy!”

”Thief! Stop that thief! Someone catch him!”

”You, over there! Yes, you! Iʼve got a beautiful wife for you, fresh and strong!”

Robin blinked in disbelief. Before him stretched a sprawling market, a chaotic carnival of colors, noise, and life. The gate he had exited was perched atop a raised stone platform, standing several meters above ground level. Wide steps descended from the platform, and from the final step extended a broad street that stretched endlessly toward the horizon, teeming with countless stalls, vendors, and beings of every imaginable shape and form.

”Hey, are you planning to stand there all day, or will you let others pass? The portalʼs not just for you, you know.”

The portal operator, a strange creature with octopus-like tentacles dangling from his face and a fishy stench that could knock out a small beast, placed a hand on Robinʼs shoulder.

”..?”

Robinʼs expression darkened, and his eyes narrowed. He turned his head slowly, glaring at the source of the offending touch. With cold precision, he removed the operatorʼs hand. ”Iʼll be on my way,” he said flatly, and began to descend the stairs without another word.

Bzzzt—

The portal shimmered behind him once more as another traveler emerged. This one, unlike Robin, sprinted forward as soon as his feet touched stone—rushing past Robin with desperate energy, as if the entire market were about to vanish.

Robin, however, remained composed. His posture relaxed, hands behind his back, he scanned his surroundings carefully, his sharp gaze absorbing every detail. He needed to understand this place. Fast.

To his side, he noticed other spatial portals—dozens, maybe hundreds, each installed on similar stone platforms. From every one of them, a market street flowed downward into yet another crowded bazaar. All of these main arteries were interconnected by a vast network of side streets, alleys, and paths, creating a commercial structure of staggering scale. It wasnʼt just a marketplace. It was an entire planet-wide economy, a city of trade without end.

Bzzzt

Again, the gate behind him buzzed, and another figure came crashing through—yet another who darted forward without hesitation, joining the stampede into the market.

But this time, Robin acted. Whoosh!

With lightning speed, his hand shot out and gripped the newcomerʼs wrist, halting him mid-step.

”Excuse me, friend,” Robin said, his voice calm but firm, ”this planet—what empire does it belong to?”

The young man, who looked to be part rat or at least bore resemblance to that volatile species, yanked his arm free and barked back in irritation:

”Empire? Are you mad?! This is a free Commercial Planet! No rulers, no flags—just commerce!”

And with a whoosh, he vanished into the crowd, his cloak trailing behind him like a shadow lost to the masses.

Robin stood for a moment, thoughtful.

”A free Commercial Planet? How… delightful.”

A faint smile touched his lips. Then, without rushing, he continued his descent until he passed the final stair and set foot upon the market floor.

To call it crowded would be an insult. The place was bursting at the seams with life. Creatures of every species—some tall and elegant, others squat and hulking—pushed shoulder to shoulder, bartered, argued, laughed, and shouted. The sheer density made movement a challenge. It was like swimming through a living river of bodies.

And yet, one thing stood out.

No one was flying.

Not a single being levitated, hovered, or soared overhead. Not one. Everyone—no matter how powerful or physically capable—remained earthbound.

Robin knew why.

According to the numerous classified reports he had read from Raiden, one rule in the Middle Belt was absolute: Flight for anyone below the World Cataclysm Realm was impossible.

It wasnʼt as though the planetary owners had ever convened and agreed upon such a restriction. No treaties were signed, no rules enforced from above. Rather, the explanation was far more intrinsic—woven into the very fabric of this place. The laws of reality here... were simply different.

The same principles that allowed a mere Level-21 Saint to soar through the skies in the Young Belt without resistance were rendered almost useless on this planet. At least, that was the case for conventional flight—the kind where cultivators enveloped themselves in an aura of energy, allowing them to ride the atmospheric currents as if they had become one with energy itself. Here, such techniques would be met with utter failure.

”Hmm?” Robinʼs gaze slowly lifted upward, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

Far above, integrated into the towering architecture, was what appeared to be a specialized aerial dock—a skyward platform made for arrivals and departures that didnʼt touch the ground. Upon it hovered several sleek vessels, uniform in their minimalist design. They were compact, clearly engineered for short-range transport within the confines of the planetʼs atmosphere. Each could seat no more than two or three passengers, at most. More intriguingly, they all bore the same emblem—a swirling spiral with twin wings extending outward.

”Oh? Interesting…” Robin murmured to himself, narrowing his eyes in thought. ”They look like commercial crafts... perhaps rentals? But those markings—theyʼre not space runes. More like local transport seals. Hmm. Must be meant for traveling across the planet itself, not into orbit.”

Beyond the modest shuttles, Robin caught sight of something far more eye-catching: a handful of grander, more luxurious ships—larger in size, gleaming with decorative trim, and clearly customized for VIP clientele. These floated elegantly at a separate, more secluded dock that shimmered with magical wards and dimensional anchors. A detail that didnʼt escape his notice: each of these vessels was guarded, flanked by a squad of armored figures standing in disciplined formation.

Robin raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement playing at the corner of his mouth. ”Hmm. What do we have here?” he wondered aloud. ”Ships for nobles? Or maybe high-end merchants?”

But before he could study the situation further, the BZZZT of the spatial portal roared behind him once more, activating with a familiar surge of energy. From within the shimmering portal stepped another traveler—but unlike the others before him, this one did not rush down the stairs into the bustling chaos below. No, he moved with purpose and confidence, turning immediately to his right and heading straight for the private docks.

Robin watched as the luxury shipʼs guards straightened to attention and, upon the travelerʼs approach, bowed deeply and deferentially. With no hesitation, they escorted him aboard. Within moments, the vessel detached from the platform and began to glide smoothly above the massive market, disappearing into the skyline like a phantom, silent and swift.

”Private airships for the rich and powerful, I suppose…” Robin mused, nodding to himself. ”Canʼt blame them, really. The market below looks more like a battlefield than a bazaar. Hm. Should I rent one too?” He scratched the back of his head, thinking for a moment, then smiled faintly.

”…Nah. Maybe another day.”

”Step right up, ladies and gentlemen! Iʼve got ancient treasures from forgotten worlds! Make one purchase and youʼll be swimming in wealth by morning! One gem—just one—could change your destiny forever!”

”Ha! Try changing your own fate first, you crusty old scammer!”

”I have in my possession the complete skeleton of a newborn dragon! Drink bone soup made from this, and youʼll never suffer a single day of illness, and your manhood will never fail you again! Only ten cups of energy essence—whoʼs brave enough to claim it?!”

Robin smiled subtly as he advanced into the chaos. The street wasnʼt merely busy—it was a living storm of motion and noise, a wild ecosystem of barter, bluff, and chance. It was what he would call organized madness.

To his left and right, there were proper establishments—large, solid buildings with ornate entrances and clean, glowing signs. Inside, behind enchanted glass, rare artifacts and high-grade items were displayed in neat arrangements. The stores were protected by sophisticated formation arrays—likely deterrents against thieves, intruders, or magical interference.

And yet… they were almost completely empty.

The crowd wasnʼt gathering there.

Instead, all the commotion was centered around the streets outside these shops—where the real game was being played.

Dozens upon dozens of street vendors had laid down carpets, unfolded tables, or simply knelt behind makeshift stalls. Their wares ranged from bizarre to unbelievable: shimmering stones, coiled scrolls, bones, weapons, metallic spheres, and things Robin couldnʼt even begin to classify. They all yelled over each other, voices colliding in a wave of desperate persuasion.

It was obvious to Robin that most of what was being sold here was fake—cheap knockoffs, illusion-covered junk. Who would genuinely sell a legendary dragonʼs bones for ten cups of energy essence? Absurd. Ridiculous.

And yet…

Maybe one of them was telling the truth.

That was the magic—and the danger—of this place. One lucky purchase could turn a beggar into a baron. One sharp eye, one bold gamble, and everything could change. It was all a matter of timing, intuition, skill—and sheer, blinding luck.

”Hey! You there! Yeah, you— Human!” a raspy voice called out from somewhere to Robinʼs right. ”Come over here! Iʼve got the deal of a lifetime waiting just for you!”