Published at 3rd of March 2026 6:32 am

Chapter 2037 Eye of Chaos

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A short distance away from the heart of the chaos, Leonid bent slightly, lowering himself to reach Robin's level as he sat calmly on the ground amid the distant roars and explosions. Leonid raised his hand and gestured toward the massive imperial guard who had just violently headbutted the bull-like space beast.

"That's Drake, the commander of the Body Division," he said in a low, respectful voice.

"An extremely special individual, when it comes to power, he's not far Latania, Malik and Wade."

"Hm?"

Robin didn't turn his head. He only shifted his eyes in that direction. A faint, dim golden light shimmered within them for a few seconds, reflecting hidden perception and deep calculation, before fading. Then he gave a slow, serious nod, "...His battle's outcome already looks decided."

It became clear that Drake used the Fundamental Body Law in a different way from the others. He didn't amplify his vital functions like the rest-no explosive heartbeat acceleration, no hormonal surges, no temporary overclocking of

biological systems.

Instead, he exploited his ability to reshape, restructure, and control his physical body itself, in a far more extreme and unconventional manner.

Apparently, he had suppressed his entire excretion system-he no longer defecated at all-and had reinforced his digestive system to an absurd level, to the point where he could digest rocks, metals, and dense minerals. He enhanced his internal enzymes and biological filters to extract benefit from everything that entered his stomach, leaving almost no waste behind.

As a result, if he consumed 10 kilograms of matter, his body mass would increase by exactly 10 kilograms-pure conversion, with no loss.

After that, he used the Core Body Law to compress his body itself. Any fat or muscle he gained was permanently compressed, condensed, and reinforced- his body becoming denser, heavier, and more compact with every single gain.

At the same time, he underwent repeated Armament sessions to reinforce the flesh and fat he accumulated daily, strengthening their structure and stability. From his physical proportions, skeletal posture, and terrifying muscle density, it was obvious that he had undergone Armament more than once-and that he had not followed the standard medical or training methodology.

But that was understandable. He would need periodic Armament injections to alter the ever-growing fat and flesh cells, and more importantly, to continuously strengthen his bones so they could support this monstrous mass and pressure.

Of course, this wasn't something every Body user could do...

Drake practically used the Fundamental Body Law as naturally as breathing itself, placing an enormous and reckless risk on a biological body that was never designed to endure this level of compression, density, and transformation.

A body that could no longer truly be described as human.

Headbutting a nascent space beast? No problem.

If its father appeared... Drake would headbutt that too.

"...Leonid," Robin said calmly, his voice low and controlled,

"I want you to tell Jabba and Shaddad to think of something to reinforce Drake's bones-something stronger than standard Weaponization bathes and injection. Something long-term and sustainable. Otherwise, his progress will be forced to stop soon..."

He paused briefly, then added:

"...The budget for this is open"

Robin finally looked away from the guard.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Leonid bowed slightly, respect clear in his posture.

"Commander Drake will be very pleased to hear this news."

Robin then turned to his side, his expression sharp.

"Are you planning to collect life energy for a whole year? Get up and help already."

"Yes, sir!"

Richard responded instantly, pushing himself to his feet. He exhaled deeply- and then-

shwoooosh

Flames ignited across his hair and body, life energy surging violently through his veins.

"The life energy of space beasts..." he said with wide eyes and raw excitement,

"...this is unbelievable!!"

And with that, he launched himself toward the battlefield.

"Tsk~"

Robin returned to watching the field with visible annoyance.

Around him, five Shadow Swords were recording events using

Light-Imprisonment devices, documenting every second of the catastrophe, while five imperial guards stood in silent formation nearby, ready to intercept any enemy that came close.

That annoyed Robin even more.

Because he truly needed protection right now...

He had already burned through everything:

All of his soul force-

Activating the Die of Judgment twice,

Guiding the worm corridor across an entire sector,

Forcing control over the spatial alignment,

And finally breaking through the World's End Barrier-

a process that had consumed every last reserve he had left.

His soul domain was now nothing but a vast, hollow void...

He had consumed millions upon millions of units-an amount that an ordinary Royal Soul Lord would need years upon years to accumulate, or else would be forced to absorb a truly monstrous quantity of soul emeralds over many days, at a cost equivalent to countless billions of Pearls, just to restore what had been

lost.

That was the brutal price of activating the master laws again and again in a

single day.

Yet even so, he hadn't been forced to sacrifice any of his Foundations, and his soul domain itself had not suffered structural damage-he was simply in a state of severe, crushing exhaustion, the kind that hollowed out both mind and soul. For Robin, this alone represented a massive step forward...

Progress bought at the cost of soul units worth billions, achieved through crafting a necklace like the one he had made for Morgana-a single artifact whose value alone reached astronomical figures.

But it was still progress.

So why didn't he rise and fight using ordinary natural energy?

Because he currently possessed only three solid Foundations.

All the others had been consumed while inscribing the final segment of the last

wooden plate-leaving him with just enough power to activate a space portal

and flee if everything collapsed.

Once again...

He would have to rely on the imperial guards and remain a watcher on the

sidelines.

But strangely...

That didn't feel so terrible.

clatter clatter

Already, six Rapid Support Craft-1 had arrived, and hundreds upon hundreds of

guards had poured out from them in disciplined waves.

This was the first time Robin had ever witnessed such a terrifying concentration of imperial forces in one place-

And the first time he truly understood why people called them the Black

Wasps...

Not because of their color.

Not because of their armor.

But because of the way they moved-

Swarming, relentless, coordinated, and merciless.

It was terrifying.

BANG

Another beastfell.

A creature the size of a Supremacy Note Gen-4 craft crashed into the ground,

triggering a violent earthquake that rippled through the terrain. Its colossal body formed a massive wall of flesh and bone that blocked vision itself, like a

moving mountain collapsing from the sky.

Nearly twenty minutes had passed since the distress signal was sent.

Most of the space beasts were now contained.

And already four had been killed by the imperial guards alone.

More were still emerging...

But more Rapid Support Crafts were also racing toward the battlefield, and

three elite guard commanders had yet to arrive.

Althera, too, had freed herself from the overwhelming pressure.

She was now fully focused on preventing the space beasts from escaping,

intercepting them with ruthless precision.

She had even found the space to launch two direct attacks at the corridor gate

so far-

But each time, a space beast had emerged at that exact instant and absorbed

the strike in full, its massive body acting as a living shield for the corridor.

Even so- The situation was under control, at least for now.

What helped most was the nature of the enemies. Every creature that had emerged so far had been a nascent space beast.

Their power ranged from the peak of a World Cataclysm at most, down to a

low Nexus State.

Perhaps one or two were exceptional, touching a mid Nexus State level-

But that was all.

If even one or two Young space beasts appeared-

Like the one that had once emerged beside Verilion-

Everything would change.

Completely. The guards would be helpless against even a single one, no matter how many of

them gathered.

Numbers would become meaningless.

A Young space beast was almost planet-sized.

"This might actually work..."

Robin muttered softly, a faint, restrained smile forming on his face.

"I may not need to use that card after all."

whooosh

Then-

Something happened.

Something that made Robin's heart freeze solid.

The gate stopped releasing space beasts.

The endless pitch-black void behind it suddenly shifted-

And turned red.

A deep, dark crimson, the color of coagulated human blood.

A red filled with veins, grooves, and twisting organic patterns, layered with

strange symbols and structures that looked less like energy...

And more like living tissue.

"...?!"

Robin slowly rose to his feet, his movements stiff, his breath shallow, his mind

struggling to comprehend why a gate hundreds of meters in diameter had suddenly transformed into something that looked alive.

He activated the Eye of Truth.

Golden light flickered in his pupils.

And then-

His expression collapsed, as if his soul itself had been dragged into an icy hell.

His lips trembled.

His mouth opened.

And in a barely audible whisper, he said-

"...Is that an eye?"

Rumble

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