Published at 1st of December 2025 8:16 am

Chapter 1778 The Chosen Ones' Cooperation 1

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Dawnlight Stellar Academy - Professor Shaddad's Apartment

"Whoa- absolutely incredible." Jabba opened his eyes slowly and finally allowed himself to relax his rigid posture, letting his back sink gently against the wall behind him. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation, and then began massaging his temples carefully, feeling the tension of years gradually

ease away.

After fifteen years, Shaddad had finally armed his body up to the fourth chamber, and only then did he leave Jabba alone to go and do as he pleased. And the very first thing Jabba did wasn't to visit Morgana for guidance on properly strengthening his soul, but rather to study the three Master Laws!

This was entirely because he still felt lost, still uncertain which law he should select to build his pillars with. His limits were firmly capped at Level Ten in the inner energy system, and he knew he could never surpass that without first choosing a law suitable for him. Every time he thought of it, his heart raced

with both anticipation and hesitation.

Among the three laws-Balance, Creation, and Space-Time-the choice seemed obvious in some ways, yet intimidating in others.

Balance had been completely off the table. The Master had outright forbidden its use, warning that if Jabba tried it, he would remain tethered to the Cosmic Elder indefinitely-and that would be the end of his freedom.

Creation was still a mystery. It seemed beautiful, elegant, and unimaginably powerful, a law of endless possibilities-but it didn't seem to carry any inherent combat nature. And Jabba, a former General who had lived for battle and thrived in conflict, could not imagine a life without the thrill of confrontation. Thus, the choice fell naturally to the law that the Master had used with remarkable skill to defeat countless enemies over the years: Space-Time.

Yet... it was far from the simple, straightforward path he had imagined.

"Heh~" Jabba let out a long, weary sigh.

Step Step

"Should I say congratulations?" Shaddad's voice came from nearby as he walked past, carrying a large pot brimming with raw materials. The faint metallic clink of the contents echoed softly through the apartment.

"Say it today, say it everyday- After all these years, I've finally completed the reading of the first stage of Space-Time-fully and completely!" Jabba's face broke into a wide, triumphant smile, his eyes shining with a mixture of pride and relief. "It's no wonder the Master handed me those nearly full-length metal tablets for preservation. The sheer volume of information in just this one level surpasses everything I've learned from all the other laws combined!"

"Oh!" Shaddad stopped abruptly and turned to look at him, lifting his eyebrows in genuine surprise. "Congratulations, elder brother. I really wish I could finish the first one too!"

"Hm? Haven't you completed your study of Master Law of Creation yet?" Jabba asked slowly, stepping toward Shaddad, his eyes narrowing slightly as he examined the pot in Shaddad's hands. "...And what exactly is all of this?"

"Unfortunately, I haven't had the luxury to sit for fifteen uninterrupted years just to study a single law," Shaddad admitted, a sigh of nostalgia and quiet envy slipping through his tone. "Ah~ I truly envy you, elder brother. No responsibilities weighing on you, no burdens or duties. You are still free, still exploring your path in life, searching for your place." His gaze drifted to the window, eyes glazed with the soft haze of reminiscence. "As for me... I've been stuck in the same stagnant mire for hundreds of thousands of years, unable to move forward."

"...Is that a personal attack or just envy talking?" Jabba let out a short, incredulous laugh, shaking his head slightly at his friend's dramatic self-reflection.

"Just words, nothing more. Don't pay them too much attention~" Shaddad waved dismissively, but his fingers lingered on the rim of the pot as he began carefully emptying its contents.

"What exactly is all of this?" Jabba leaned closer, curiosity brimming in his voice. "Metals? Are you planning to craft some new artifact with these?" He peered into the pot, noting the faint gleam of raw minerals and strange alloys that glinted in the light, imagining the possibilities they might unlock in Shaddad's skilled hands.

"I intend to craft my dream..." Shaddad exhaled deeply, his chest rising and falling with the weight of his thoughts. The sound of his sigh echoed faintly in the quiet workshop, filled with scattered metals and tools reflecting the sunlight through the windows. "I hope the day comes when physical strength becomes the Fifth Cultivation Path, not just some secondary option. But that will never happen unless I make entering a World Cataclysm through the weaponization system simpler, faster, and cheaper. Otherwise, physical cultivation will remain a mere supplementary path, a luxury reserved only for those with endless time and resources, never a true cornerstone of strength!" He slammed his hand hard on the wooden table, making the metal pots rattle and small scraps of ore clatter. "How in the world can physical strength be considered a supplementary path? Isn't the body supposed to be the primary biological machine? Those ancients... how could they train the soul so meticulously but never think to strengthen their bodies? By everything alive and furred, how could they ignore such an essential foundation?!" His voice rose, fueled by frustration and disbelief.

"I think many tried, but failed..." Jabba muttered, rubbing his chin as his eyes scanned the rough metal pieces scattered across the workbench. "Even my predecessors had their own experiments with the body and failed miserably." "...Perhaps," Shaddad said, a quiet determination creeping into his tone. He picked up the largest, roughest piece of metal from the pot, holding it up to the sunlight filtering through the window. "This... is Black Plague excrement. They've spread uncontrollably in recent years across multiple sectors. And honestly... I think this is an opportunity. This single piece cost me 25,000 Pearls... maybe, just maybe, the answer lies hidden inside it!"

"Dude," Jabba said, lifting his gaze toward Shaddad, his hand firm on Shaddad's broad shoulder. "Even if the answer is hidden in there, I'm not letting you shove excrement into my bones. Absolutely not."

"It's research! Research!!" Shaddad snapped back, voice sharp but passionate. He gestured toward the scattered metals and ores as if their potential answers could be unlocked through sheer will. "...Hey, why don't you help me? The Master said you had your own research into physical strength before, that you even built some kind of array or device, and that you might have ideas I could use. This is the perfect time for your insight!"

"And why not help yourself first?" Jabba countered, his hand pointing toward the stack of metallic tablets on the shelf. "If you kept reading the first level of the Creation Law and actually understood it, wouldn't that give you the foundation you need for all of this?" He clicked his fingers lightly, a mischievous smirk forming on his lips. "Maybe that alone would produce the results you want without spending thousands of Pearls on... excrement."

Shaddad raied a single, sharp eyebrow. "You said you read Space-Time to the very end. Did you understand any of it?"

"...No," Jabba admitted, scratching the back of his head, a small embarrassed

laugh escaping.

It was a strange sensation, almost frustratingly alien. He hadn't just read the material over and over-he had imprinted it on his mind, walked through it step by step repeatedly, tried to absorb every nuance-but it was useless. Even though his Master had written everything in clear, structured language, it felt like magic: each word could be understood in isolation, yet it could never be connected to the next. Every attempt left him baffled, like staring at a puzzle with missing pieces.

"Then why in the world do you want me to waste my time on it?!" Shaddad

shook his head violently, his long hair swaying. "I gave up after the first three years. I realized that even understanding a single word from that law is nearly impossible. Heaven has already blessed me with the Eye of Truth, and I can spend the rest of my life proudly claiming that I am a user of a Master Law and a disciple of the Great Truth Chosen of this generation... as for Creation? I am not the protagonist. I am not the main character meant to wield two master laws. That is the truth. Heroic matters... I will leave them to those who are destined for them."

"And why not help yourself first?" Jabba countered, his hand pointing toward the stack of metallic tablets on the shelf. "If you kept reading the first level of the Creation Law and actually understood it, wouldn't that give you the foundation you need for all of this?" He clicked his fingers lightly, a mischievous smirk forming on his lips. "Maybe that alone would produce the results you want without spending thousands of Pearls on... excrement."

Shaddad raised a single, sharp eyebrow. "You said you read Space-Time to the very end. Did you understand any of it?"

"...No," Jabba admitted, scratching the back of his head, a small embarrassed

laugh escaping.

It was a strange sensation, almost frustratingly alien. He hadn't just read the material over and over-he had imprinted it on his mind, walked through it step by step repeatedly, tried to absorb every nuance-but it was useless. Even though his Master had written everything in clear, structured language, it felt like magic: each word could be understood in isolation, yet it could never be connected to the next. Every attempt left him baffled, like staring at a puzzle with missing pieces.

"Then why in the world do you want me to waste my time on it?!" Shaddad

shook his head violently, his long hair swaying. "I gave up after the first three years. I realized that even understanding a single word from that law is nearly impossible. Heaven has already blessed me with the Eye of Truth, and I can spend the rest of my life proudly claiming that I am a user of a Master Law and a disciple of the Great Truth Chosen of this generation... as for Creation? I am not the protagonist. I am not the main character meant to wield two master laws. That is the truth. Heroic matters... I will leave them to those who are

destined for them."

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