Published at 14th of November 2026 7:43 am

Chapter 2511: Step back

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Somewhere in Mid Sector 170—

Leusar, the one-eyed White Plague individual, was staring up at the sky with his single eye stretched wide open, his mouth hanging partially open as drool slowly trickled from it, seemingly having forgotten even the simple act of closing his jaw.

During the broadcast, he had spent most of his time cursing his miserable luck, the Demons, and every calamity that had somehow appeared before him while he was simply trying to enjoy his endless feasts in peace. But near the end of the broadcast, during the terrifying event in which the buffer zones were destroyed... he had fallen completely silent.

Several hours had already passed since the broadcast ended, yet Leusar hadn’t changed his posture since that moment, remaining exactly where he was with his eye still fixed upon the sky.

The immediate danger had passed, and the overwhelming terror brought about by the destruction of the buffer zones had gradually subsided, yet the sky was still rippling in a mesmerizing manner, almost as though those endless waves spreading through it were reassuring everyone that the terrifying event was over and that what awaited them now was an entirely new era.

The new Spacetime fabric had yet to fully settle into its new form after everything that had happened, and neither had Leusar’s mind managed to settle after witnessing it all.

His entire world had been turned upside down in only a short period of time, and every plan he had carefully prepared had gone completely up in smoke...

The initial plan had been to rid himself of the severe soul oath Robin had imposed upon him, exploiting the fluid nature of his soul as a Plague to escape the restrictions binding him...

And that part had succeeded exactly as he wanted.

He was already completely free, no longer bound by any oath whatsoever, and regardless of what he chose to do from this point onward, no consequences related to that oath would befall him.

The next step had been to turn against the Cosmic Academies after they had proven incapable of helping him once rumors began spreading that they were sheltering and strengthening the Crimson Plague instead of dealing with it.

And that step had almost succeeded as well.

He had gathered a number of his closest officers who hadn’t sworn any oaths and who weren’t members of the Burton families or any of the families affiliated with them, enticing those officers with his tremendous strength, everything he could provide for them, and the promise of a new and elevated status beside him. Through that, he had already managed to form a faction of his own and had even begun attacking Crimson Plague outbreaks.

The third step had been to declare himself and all the forces following him an independent mercenary combat unit specializing in fighting the Crimson, Black, and Blue Plagues, moving freely between Sectors and working for whoever was willing to pay him to eliminate the Plague problem in their territory. In this way, he would gradually accumulate enough wealth to expand the size of his army, establish a fleet of his own, acquire planets and eventually create his own headquarters, while at the same time continuing to eat freely and comfortably whenever he pleased.

And indeed, he had already begun privately contacting several parties in preparation for that future and had withdrawn to eliminate an outbreak in Sector 170, deliberately distancing himself from the master’s influence as much as he possibly could while carrying out his work.

After reaching that point, he would become the one everyone contacted whenever a new Plague outbreak appeared. Everyone would eventually forget about the Cosmic Academies, their filth, and the endless taxes they demanded, and if Lord Robin, those people from the Syndicate, or even the Council of Thrones ever attempted to crush him, everyone would protect him because he would be providing them with a genuine and valuable service that they actually needed.

And that was assuming he even needed anyone’s protection in the first place... especially after considering the tremendous power he had already obtained.

But what happened today had changed everything...

"Your Excellency." One of Leusar’s loyal followers finally spoke from behind him. He was a green-skinned nonhuman wearing the distinctive white-and-red armor Leusar himself had designed for his followers. "...What do we do now?"

"...."

"...Your Excellency?" The follower hesitated for a moment before deciding to ask him again when he received no response. "We were supposed to announce our separation this month. What do we do?!"

"Huh?" Leusar suddenly looked surprised by the question, as though he genuinely had no idea what the man was referring to. "Separate from whom? I have no idea what you’re talking about."

Then he slowly turned around, his single eye visibly alarmed despite the calmness of his movement. "Separate from whom?" He raised his hand and pointed directly toward the still-rippling sky above them. "From the one who just did this?"

"...." The follower instinctively looked upward, fear clearly showing as his gaze returned to the sky.

And he wasn’t the only one who was now afraid even to look upward. Every one of Leusar’s followers who had agreed to follow his dreams and participate in his plans was terrified at this moment... They had nearly declared open rebellion against that person within a single month?!

"Drop the subject completely." Leusar waved his hand decisively, leaving no room for discussion. "If anyone mentions it again, I’ll kill him myself." Then he gritted his broad baby teeth tightly as he forced out his next words. "...There... there’s no need to separate anymore anyway. What we wanted was to continue attacking Plague outbreaks freely whenever we wished, while the Cosmic Academies were obstructing us because of all those rumors about their involvement with the Plague. Now no one will care about those rumors anymore, even if they personally see the Crimson Plague sitting down and playing cards with the Academy Directors."

"So..?" The follower hesitated, still unable to understand exactly what orders he was supposed to carry out from that answer.

"So go, and let’s finish cleaning up the Sector, then wait for new orders from Lady Morgana and His Excellency Lord Blokan!!" Leusar shouted.

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Sacred Covenant Academy— Mid-Sector 99

Inside a tightly sealed building, more than two hundred boys and girls were gathered together within a large hall, with all of them remaining inside the secured structure while the events taking place outside continued to affect the entire universe.

Although their ages ranged from mere decades to even several centuries, their youthful features, the clothes they wore, and even the manner in which they sat together all made it abundantly clear that every single one of them still considered themselves students rather than independent figures who had already stepped into the wider universe... They were the children of the Cosmic Elder.

"I told you!" the eldest son among everyone present shouted happily, unable to contain the relief and excitement that had accumulated inside him. "Did you all see that? I told you that Godfather would never harm our father! I told you we should wait and not let ourselves be swept along by all those rumors, haha."

He was laughing almost crazily as he stood there with both hands buried in his hair, his happiness so obvious that he made no attempt whatsoever to restrain or conceal it.

He had suffered greatly throughout the past few years while trying to keep his siblings under control, constantly attempting to convince them to remain silent, avoid attracting unnecessary attention, and simply keep their heads down while everything around them remained uncertain.

Some of them had caused trouble during classes, some had outright refused to leave their homes, while others had even attempted to flee the Academy entirely, and every single time something like that happened, he had been the one forced to step forward, resolve the situation, and punish his own siblings when necessary.

Eventually, things had reached the point where they began treating him like a jailer and someone who served the system rather than one of their own. They no longer discussed important matters with him as their elder brother whose opinion and advice ought to be sought, but instead had gradually begun looking at him as something of a traitor standing against them.

Yet he had no choice but to continue doing exactly what he had been doing, accompanied only by the small number of his more rational siblings who still agreed with him... If their father himself hadn’t come to take them away, and they chose to flee the Academy on their own, where exactly were they supposed to go afterward?!

Even if there was a one-percent chance that something was wrong with Godfather, they still needed to remain exactly where they were and pretend that everything was perfectly fine until circumstances became clearer. That was the rational thing to do!

So what happened today... what happened today had finally become the last straw that shattered all the resolve he had maintained throughout those difficult years and reduced him to a crying child, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of joy and relief that had suddenly replaced all that pressure.

"...What happened today was nothing more than a display of strength," one of the children who had previously attempted to escape tried to defend his earlier position, though his words came out with an obvious stammer. "...Our father still hasn’t appeared, and Godfather is still making claims about things that no one actually witnessed."

"A display of strength is enough." One of the elder sisters immediately interjected, responding to him without hesitation. "He did something our father was never able to do. Father once told me himself that his failure to break the buffer zones was the greatest regret and shame of his entire life, yet Godfather broke those same buffer zones apart quickly in nothing more than a fit of anger, and even after doing all of that, he still looks perfectly fine."

Then her eyes slowly swept across everyone gathered inside the hall as she continued, "That alone tells us that he has absolutely no need to betray our father. He’s already strong enough to kill him face-to-face if that was truly what he wanted. Why would he need to betray or kill the man he personally pulled back from the brink of death, before taking care of us and strengthening us all the way until today? Who would someone with that kind of strength even be afraid of?"

"....."

"You’re right."

"I was an idiot for believing those rumors in the first place."

"Our father is fighting the Ancestors of the Space Beasts outside the shell right now to protect the universe? That’s incredible. I’ll definitely make sure to brag about that later!"

"Godfather is incredible too!!"

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