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Lord of the Truth (Web Novel) - Chapter 1844 Fulfilling the promise
Chapter 1844 Fulfilling the promise
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Hooo-In that instant, Helen felt the creeping, pitch-black cold radiating from Caesar's
body sliding into her fingertips like a living shadow, a chill that slithered
beneath her skin and tried to claim her nerves one by one.
His death law percentage already shot above 15%, his aura was like the grim reaper of ancient history.
"Ah!!"
A sharp, foreign sting shot through her chest, and then-BAM!—she instinctively hurled him backward with every ounce of strength she had.
Crack His body crashed into the large table behind him, reducing it to shattered wood and twisted metal in an instant.
"Pff-!!"
Caesar spat a thick splash of blood, the crimson scattering across the floor.
That shove hadn't been merely physical; Helen had infused her strike with enough power to rattle his organs, to twist and bruise everything inside him. Yet he barely seemed bothered.
Slowly-painfully-he rose to his feet, wiping the blood at the corner of his lips with the back of his hand.
A faint, mocking smile curved over his face.
"You're attacking the man who pulled your collapsing, miserable empire out of poverty and ruin?" he said, voice rough but steady.
"That's an impressively terrible financial decision."
Helen's lungs tightened.
The scream she wanted to unleash refused to come out-her throat constricted, strangling the words.
Her chest trembled, and her eyes burned with an unwanted heat.
Tears... actual tears... began to gather, yet didn't fall.
Yes.
She had worked for this cockroach all those years.
She had accepted his payments, even enjoyed receiving them.
She had relied on the wealth of someone who should have been beneath her boots-a creature who, just a few years ago, would have died from a single glare from her.
It took her more than ten long, humiliating seconds to gather her composure. "If you think waving money at me will make you feel some kind of pride... if you imagine I'll call you 'Lord' or beg for more missions just to earn a bit extra, then I have very, very bad news for you."
"Hmmm."
Caesar scratched his cheek lazily.
"Breaking someone like you using only money would be nothing but a fantasy. I've always known that."
Limping slightly, he made his way toward the nearest chair, his movements stiff and heavy.
He dropped into it with a soft pof, exhaling slowly before fixing his eyes on her again.
"But seeing you like this..."
A wide grin stretched across his face.
"...is more satisfying than anything I could've imagined. Hehehe."
"You...!!!"
Helen marched a step forward, unsteady and furious.
Her eyes betrayed a storm of emotions-rage, confusion, disbelief.
"You clearly knew who I was all along!
So why keep dealing with me?
Why keep feeding me missions?
And why show me this disgusting hatred only today?!"
"I was waiting" Caesar replied calmly.
"Waiting for the day you would walk to me on your own -not because I forced
you, not because I shot you or dragged you here- but by your own will."
He raised his head slowly, the white fire in his eyes pulsing.
"The day you'd admit -directly or indirectly- that you know longer in charge
of your life, but I am." A faint, victorious
mirk formed
his lips. "Today... is
the day of my victory."
"... You're sick. Truly sick."
Helen's expression collapsed into pure disgust.
"Maybe" Caesar shrugged, unbothered.
"His Majesty ordered us not to scheme against you, not to harm you, not even
to acknowledge you.
So I had to craft my own method -my own personal way of taking revenge."
His gaze darkened, the temperature in the room seeming to dip.
"...He might forgive you. Maybe because of political gain, maybe to deal with your brother, or maybe to avoid provoking your father's wrath. But I will never forgive anyone who hurts him. Not ever."
"You talk as if you can kill me whenever you want!"
Helen's voice finally broke free, rising for the first time.
"Yes. I can!"
Caesar's exhaustion evaporated as he shouted back.
He lifted his hand and snapped his fingers-BAA!-a sharp, echoing click.
"It's that simple. A single snap, and I can have someone sent to kill you."
He snapped again-BAA!-louder this time.
"See? Did it again. With just this little sound, I can erase your twenty-five planets, crush them to dust, and send your precious maid to break rocks in the
mines."
"Caesar!!"
Serafina was the one who screamed this time, her voice cracking as two trembling lines of tears streamed down her cheeks like molten silver.
She had never-not even once-seen her lady subjected to such a degrading, cutting form of humiliation in her entire life... and the agonizing truth was that she was the reason it happened.
She was the one who convinced her to walk willingly into the den of this ravenous wolf, and then she was the one who urged her to return today of all
days, when the air itself seemed heavy with danger.
"My name is Marshal Caesar!"
The young man clad in black-gold armor wiped the blood dripping from his mouth once more, smearing it casually across the back of his glove, before letting out a mocking, razor-edged grin.
"Isn't it strange, Helen," he asked with venomous amusement, "how fate twists and turns when no one expects it?"
"...Six hundred years ago," he continued, his voice gaining weight, "you came to the Young Belt to shatter a few planets and to kill some rat."
Then he stared directly into her eyes-eyes that once looked down upon entire star systems-with a hatred so pure, so ancient, that it could burn through
steel. "And now those same planets have become the foundation of mighty planetary empires ruling multiple sectors. And the rat has become the figure acknowledged as the next Great Truth Chosen.
It's that same rat who's keeping your elder brother from collapsing at this very moment-using his fortune, his influence, and his inventions."
Helen took a third, unsteady step backward, her eyes widening further, the edges trembling as her mind tried and failed to process the avalanche of
revelations.
Her rage-her pride-her humiliation... all of it had blinded her, prevented her from connecting the threads that now wrapped around her throat like a noose. Centuries earlier-especially after that cursed auction-her brother had visited her.
He had questioned her insistently about every detail of that day... and then he mentioned that he was preparing to contact Lord Human.
Or rather-of course-Robin Borton.
Was that meeting the origin of everything?
The partnership? The Shado Swords and all those Pearls that had flooded the cosmos?
The reason the Centennial Cradle Empire received such relentless, bottomless
support?
None of it came from the Behemoth of Sector 98 Mid... it all came from Robin
Borton?
Lord Human... Robin Borton...
He was the one supporting the Centennial Cradle Empire?
He was the one silently fortifying the Grave Empire in Sector 99 Mid?
He was the one backing her brother in a cosmic war against three Behemoths?
He was the one who had been sustaining her, maintaining her status, funding
her luxuries, her armies-everything for so many decades?
"No..."
Helen shook her head slowly, violently, her eyes overflowing with disbelief, confusion, and emotional collapse.
"No... this can't be... this makes no sense..."
She staggered back yet another step, as if each truth pushed her like a physical
blow.
The four Nexus State experts came closer to Caesar at this point.
"My lady!!" Serafina rushed forward, weeping openly, trying to grip her lady's shoulders
before she crumbled entirely.
She could feel Helen trembling like a storm-struck leaf, as if the foundations of
her identity had been ripped from under her feet.
"No... No...!!"
Helen stood only because Serafina held her up, but then she tore herself away, raised both hands, and clutched the sides of her head desperately-
As if she were trying to hold her mind together, terrified it might burst apart.
"NO!!!"
WHOOSH!
Like a spear of divine fury she blasted upward, unleashing her full strength
without restraint.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
In a second she punched through every layer of the palace, tearing through
ceilings, stone, barriers, and shields, until she pierced the atmosphere itself and
vanished into the void of space.
Poof.
Serafina collapsed onto her knees, sobbing as she stared helplessly at the sky.
She knew-down to her soul-that if her lady did not want anyone to follow her,
then no force in the universe could catch up, no matter how powerful.
Then suddenly-she heard something.
"Hehehe... Hahahahahahahaha!!!"
"....."
Serafina slowly turned, her expression darkening with a mixture of grief and
fury, only to see Caesar slapping his thigh, laughing like a man who had finally won a war fought in silence for centuries.
"What are you laughing at... you sick, twisted hater?!"
"Hehehe... heheh."
A strange, unsettling smile stretched across Caesar's face, and his cold,
merciless gaze settled on Serafina with predatory calm. "...After all those years... not a minute less, not a minute more...
I finally took my hour."
