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Lord of the Truth (Web Novel) - Chapter 2096 A step towards change
Chapter 2096 A step towards change
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Somewhere in Mid Sector 101-Inhale
Helen slowly rose from the ground in complete silence, her body lifting gently as if carried by an invisible current of air, her eyes closed, her expression relaxed and tranquil as though she had just stepped out of a long, soothing bath after years of exhaustion.
Opening her arms with a gentle, peaceful smile as she continued to ascend, everything about her was beautiful. Every movement she made felt harmonious and graceful. It was pleasing to the eye, almost unreal, like a mythical scene painted by the hands of the greatest artists in history.
Even the black dress she had been wearing for several decades remained perfectly intact, without a single speck of dust or a wrinkle in its fabric, as if time itself had been unable to touch it- as if she had simply taken one step forward and crossed all those passing years in the blink of an eye.
Of course...
The land around her was not nearly as beautiful.
As Helen continued to rise higher into the air, the region beneath her was slowly and completely revealed.
The mountain she had once lived on had completely evaporated, leaving no trace of its former presence. The ground itself had turned the dull color of ash. Not a single rocky elevation or plant-covered hill remained within sight.
Everything had become a vast, flat desert.
The entire planet looked like this now. Every continent, every valley, every forest that once existed had been reduced to the same lifeless gray surface. The planet itself was beginning to collapse under the damage, and very soon its atmosphere would completely disappear into the void of space.
But she paid no attention to that...
Her thoughts were elsewhere.
She had become the dominator of the Minor Law of Asification.
She had officially become a Monarch, the third Monarch among the first-generation children of the Behemoth of Destruction!!
To become a Monarch, did she really have to spend nearly seventy years in isolation on this dead world? Did she truly have to destroy the planet's surface in the process?
No.
None of this had been the real price.
This was simply a delayed payment for accumulated debt.
Helen, the one with the greatest natural talent among Helmor's children, had always been destined to become a Monarch.
But she had been delayed.
Delayed for far too long.
When she was first chosen as a World-Cataclysm, she made a decision that would shape the next ten thousand years of her life.
She chose to leave.
She chose to go out and begin the task that was traditionally given to every first-generation child...
To establish her own empire.
No one truly knows why that tradition exists.
No one has ever been able to clearly explain its purpose.
Helmor undoubtedly possesses the weakest first row scions among all the Behemoths of the universe, whether one speaks of Law Dominators or Royal Soul Masters.
Every other Behemoth carefully nurtures their first generation. They train them personally to rule their dominions and protect their interests. They grant them natural galaxies, star clusters, or entire stellar territories to govern. They strengthen them, provide them with resources, and even indulge them so that if a catastrophe ever arrives, those heirs will stand firmly beside them.
Except Helmor...
The man who personally slaughtered every one of his first row scions except four.
And even those four survivors were allowed to become so deeply entangled in personal affairs, political struggles, and endless wars that they gradually
neglected their own cultivation.
What would have happened if Helmor had simply left his first-generation children alive until today?
Perhaps he would now possess twenty Monarchs and Guardians standing at the
front row.
Twenty powerful figures reinforcing his authority and strengthening his
empire.
But for some reason, that future did not seem good enough for him.
Now he has only three left.
And every single one of them hates him.
...More than ten thousand years.
That was the time Helen needed to break through from the level of World-Cataclysm all the way to a high-level Nexus State.
A pitiful number.
A humiliating number.
And the greatest reason behind that delay was simple. She had spent most of
her life running. Running from enemies who wished to destroy her. Running while gathering followers. Running while planning the next move in building her
fragile empire.
Where was she supposed to find the time to cultivate properly and prepare for breakthroughs while the Empire of Ghassan launched raids against them every
single day?
Where was she supposed to find peace of mind when she possessed almost no resources and did not even have standardized uniforms for her own army?
By name it was called an empire.
But in reality... Her territory had not been much better than a livestock pen.
A scattered collection of struggling worlds barely held together by fear and
desperation.
So after she finally decided to free herself from those chains-
After meeting Caesar on that unforgettable day...
She had no choice but to compensate for everything she had missed.
Every wasted year.
Every delayed breakthrough.
Every abandoned opportunity.
She had to repair her relationship with the Law of Ashification, the very law she
had nearly forgotten... and which had nearly forgotten her in return.
"..." Helen's clear, serene expression twisted for a brief moment as the memory of that humiliating encounter surfaced in her mind.
The shame of that day still lingered. But she would not allow that filthy human
to ruin her joy today.
Not now.
Not after everything she had endured to reach this moment.
"Hoooh"
Helen released a long, slow breath and opened her eyes.
Her gaze began to move across the horizon-not toward the devastation that
had swallowed the planet, but toward something far more important.
Toward what she could now see. What she could now feel.
After accepting the connection... after becoming the dominator of a minor
law...
Something fundamental had changed.
She could clearly sense that her very existence itself had changed. Her body felt lighter as if an enormous, invisible weight that had been pressing
down on her existence for thousands of years had finally been lifted away.
She could feel the Law of Gravity deliberately avoiding her presence, as if the invisible force that once bound her body to the surface of worlds had politely stepped aside. She could feel the Laws of Air delivering exactly what her lungs needed without the slightest effort from her. She could feel the Thermal laws carefully regulating the temperature of her body so that it remained perfectly comfortable.
She could feel all the Heavenly Laws giving her special treatment.
Helen continued her ascent calmly and steadily until she pierced through the
atmosphere of the dying planet with comlete ease, passing through the thin
layers of gas as if they barely existed.
Then she took a deep breath.
"Hoooh~" Helen exhaled slowly, and immediately a satisfied smile appeared on
her face.
There is no air in space-this is a fact known to everyone in the universe. Every living creature understands that all the air required for breathing exists only on the surfaces of planets or within specially constructed environments. World-Cataclysms and Nexus-State cultivators cannot breathe in space at all... a World-Cataclysm might manage to survive in space for an hour or two at
most, while someone in the Nexus State might endure for months, or perhaps even a year if their body and cultivation are powerful enough.
As for Dominators, however, they can remain in space as comfortably as they
wish-and now she finally understood why.
The Heavenly Laws...
They were quietly gathering the leaking traces of air escaping from nearby
planets and celestial bodies, pulling those scattered particles together and guiding them gently toward her face, delivering them directly to her nose without requiring even the smallest effort from her.
This is what it truly means to dominate a Law. This is the special treatment a Dominator receives from the universe itself, no matter how insignificant or trivial their chosen Law might appear to others!
Grrrr
At that moment a spacecraft approached from the distance, its engines vibrating softly through the silent vacuum, then shht one of its gates slid open smoothly and remained open, clearly waiting for her arrival. Helen turned toward it for a few moments, observing the vessel with calm
eyes, then walked toward the gate with a confident smile on her lips, her hands calmly clasped together before her chest.
Only after she entered the spacecraft did the gate close firmly behind her, sealing the chamber, and a second inner gate slowly opened. From behind that gate came rows upon rows of officers and admirals in full uniform.
The moment they saw her, every single one of them immediately knelt without
hesitation.
"Congratulations to Your Highness on reaching the Law Domination Realm."
"Hmm," Helen walked forward slowly, her steps calm and composed. "Take me
to Hedrick."
"Your Highness," the kneeling admiral responded quickly, raising his head
slightly while still maintaining his respectful posture, "Lord Hedrick is currently unavailable. He disappeared decades ago!"
"Hmm?!" Helen stopped immediately as if struck by lightning. "Why? Then who
is managing the war?" Then her brows knitted together sharply. "Did we lose?!"
"No, my lady, the war is still ongoing. In fact, we have never been in a better position than we are now, but..." the admiral scratched his head awkwardly. "A lot of things have happened during these years. I'm not sure where I should
begin." "Follow me," Helen gestured toward him with a small motion of her hand, then turned around and began walking deeper into the spacecraft's interior corridors. "Explain to me everything that has happened since I began my seclusion here."
"Yes, Your Highness." The admiral quickly stood up and hurried after her. "After Your Highness entered seclusion many things happened across the battlefield, but the real turning point began when the Cosmic Elder publicly announced his
friendship with Lord Human."
"....?!" Helen stopped suddenly, then she slowly turned around with her eyes opened to their absolute limit, "Excuse me?!"
