Lord of the Truth-Chapter 1226: The second mission
The humanoid light casually placed one hand behind his back, his posture exuding the air of an old scholar about to deliver a profound lesson.
"In the sequence of events we discussed earlier," he began, his voice carrying a soft, almost hypnotic tone,
"from the very moment you made the seemingly trivial decision to eat at that bad restaurant,
an unimaginable number of fate threads were spun into existence.
One thread leading to the hospital where you'd rush in agony,
another binding you to the child whose leg you would end up breaking,
and yet another to the furious father whose life you would eventually take.
And that's not even the full extent of it."
He chuckled lightly, gesturing broadly around him as if painting invisible diagrams in the air.
"Threads of fate tied you to the waiter who served your food,
the bystanders who glimpsed you sprinting in distress down the street,
the doctors and nurses who would later cross your path at the hospital...
Every fleeting encounter, every passing moment,
woven into an endless, intricate tapestry of possibilities and consequences."
He leaned slightly closer, his voice lowering as if sharing a dangerous secret.
"A master of the Law of Causality can see these threads.
Can follow them, manipulate them...
or, if necessary—"
he snapped his fingers sharply,
"—sever them."
A chilling gleam flashed through the All-Seeing god's eyes, a glimpse of the unfathomable depths he peered into daily.
"Had a Causality user witnessed you that day, even from afar,
they could have shifted your destiny entirely with a single, effortless action.
Perhaps by guiding you to cross paths with an old friend in the street,
diverting your steps before you ever reached that cursed restaurant.
A small nudge, a seemingly insignificant deviation..."
He snapped his fingers again, more softly this time.
"...and the entire future you were heading toward would have crumbled,
replaced by something wholly different."
The All-Seeing god's glowing lips curled into a knowing smile, a teacher pleased with the weight of his own lesson.
"And not only your destiny would change, Robin...
but the destinies of everyone whose lives would have been touched by yours in that original sequence of events.
The child whose leg you broke would have grown up unscarred,
with a loving father by his side, building a life that would ripple outward, affecting countless others in turn.
The doctor who would have treated you?
He might have instead treated a beautiful woman in your absence, fallen in love, and birthed a new family. A family that would never have existed had you followed your original path.
And that's only two threads among thousands."
Robin stood frozen, his heart hammering against his ribs as an overwhelming sense of dread washed over him.
The scale of it all, the sheer weight of what the All-Seeing god was describing, was nearly beyond human comprehension.
"This..." he finally managed to whisper hoarsely,
"This isn't just power.
It's godhood.
Isn't this... too much?"
In his mind, he couldn't help but think:
How was one supposed to fight an enemy who could rewrite the entire battlefield before the first blow was even struck?
It felt impossible — no, it was impossible.
The humanoid light, however, merely chuckled again, waving away Robin's fears with an almost mocking flourish.
"If it were truly so simple," he said lightly,
"you wouldn't see me exercising such extreme caution,
limiting my own movements to the smallest, safest margins.
Master Laws are not toys to be played with.
They exact heavy prices, prices that cannot be avoided no matter how skilled the wielder is."
His eyes narrowed slightly, the air around him growing heavier.
"You yourself have tasted but a drop of that bitter truth through your use of the Master Law of Spacetime, haven't you?"
Robin gritted his teeth, grim memories rising unbidden to the forefront of his mind.
"A drop?" he echoed bitterly,
"Every time I called upon it, it nearly consumed me entirely."
He knew better now.
The terrifying energy drain he suffered whenever he used Spacetime wasn't merely due to his lack of mastery;
it was inherent to the Law itself.
Every new technique, every deeper integration,
only demanded exponentially more.
In stark contrast, the Law of Truth — his native dominion —
was gentle, efficient, and precise. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
The Golden Cloak he wore, woven from his mastery of Truth,
hardly drained him at all,
"Causality is far more demanding when it comes to mental stability and energy wise," the All-Seeing god proclaimed, his voice resonating with solemn authority,
He folded his arms behind his back and continued with a grave tone,
"But that's not all — Fate, by its very nature, tends to heal itself, to restore its intended course.
If a Causality user is inexperienced, clumsy, or chooses the wrong moment to intervene,
then no matter their efforts, the original chain of events will stubbornly reassert itself.
For example, if upon meeting your old friend in the street,
you invite him to dine with you at that bad restaurant,
he might simply decline and go his own way —
leaving you to enter alone, exactly as you would have without the interference.
Thus, the original thread of destiny would endure, unbroken."
He paused for a heartbeat, letting the weight of his words sink deep into Robin's mind,
before adding, his voice almost conspiratorial:
"What should concern you most, however,
is that each time a user of Causality tries to alter the destinies of a multitude of individuals,
the burden they bear escalates to unimaginable levels.
If their aim is to manipulate or influence someone of tremendous importance —
someone whose existence is intricately bound to countless others through a dense web of fate threads —
the demands placed upon the Causality user would surge to heights bordering on the impossible.
Thus, their interventions are almost always razor-thin in their precision,
minutely calculated, and incredibly rare."
Robin's heart, which had been pounding with anxiety, began to slow slightly.
A wide smile, one of almost naïve relief, stretched across his face.
"Oh? Well, that's certainly... reassuring,"
he said, allowing a brief chuckle to escape.
Yet the All-Seeing god's face immediately twisted into a grimace of disdain,
his voice sharp and cold.
"Wipe that foolish grin off your face," he snapped.
"You truly think this is something to take lightly?
If Sivar locates you, he could dismantle your entire army — not by confronting you,
not by leading troops to your gates —
but simply by pulling a thread here,
snipping a thread there,
among your soldiers.
Before you even realize it, your forces would collapse into chaos and ruin,
and he would not need to lift a single finger against you directly."
"...?!"
The color drained from Robin's face,
a fresh wave of dread overtaking him.
The All-Seeing god, seeing the proper gravity return to Robin's demeanor, continued in a calmer, more instructive tone.
"As I mentioned before,
your Omen of Truth — that instinctual warning you feel —
is something you gained during that night in the cave,
when you shattered the Young Master's thread of destiny and unveiled the Master Law of Truth.
It wasn't some gift,
You experience that acute pain because one of your fate threads is trembling, resonating under the weight of imminent threat.
And know this:
the more threads you possess,
and the thicker and stronger they are,
the greater the pain you will endure when danger approaches."
He jabbed a sharp finger in Robin's direction,
the movement slicing through the tension in the air like a blade.
"If you truly wish to study the Law of Causality,
then begin with the Omen of Truth.
Sharpen it, hone it, understand its whispers.
It will serve as a potent weapon in your hands —
a shield and a sword both —
when you inevitably clash with that reckless brat, Sivar."
Robin clenched his fists at his sides, determination flashing in his eyes.
"...Understood. I will do everything within my power,"
he vowed, his voice steady despite the storm within his chest.
A natural affinity with a Master Law like Causality?
Such a gift was far too precious to squander.
The Seer nodded once, approving of the resolve he saw,
then shifted his stance slightly, as if preparing to deliver the next blow.
"If you have no more questions," he said slowly,
"then let us move forward to Task Number Two."
Robin took in a deep breath,
then exhaled forcefully, rolling his neck from side to side to loosen the growing stiffness in his muscles.
"Alright, let's get this over with,"
he said, squaring his shoulders,
"Tell me what it is. One time, no riddles."
The first mission had been to hunt down a wielder of a Master Law —
a feat that bordered on madness.
What could possibly be more insane than that?
The humanoid light allowed a faint chuckle to escape, amused at Robin's poorly hidden apprehension.
"Your first task was difficult, yes," he admitted,
"and it was personal, for me.
It was a punishment for your earlier failure and the chaos you forced me to intervene in.
But it was not a mission that, in itself, truly mattered to the broader tapestry of existence —
not in the way I require now."
A sly smile crept across the All-Seeing god's lips,
his eyes glinting with a dangerous light.
"You said you didn't want to ignite the fires of conflict among powers you do not know, correct?
Very well..."
he paused dramatically, savoring the moment,
"...then you shall become a key participant yourself."
Robin felt a lump form in his throat.
He swallowed hard, forcing a brittle, nervous smile onto his lips.
"A key participant... in a war against who, exactly?"
he asked, though a part of him already feared the answer.
The Humanoid light 's smile widened, dark and foreboding,
and his voice dropped into a whisper that seemed to shake the very air.
"...Everyone."
