The moon hung high over the Aldric household, but the air inside the guest room was thick with a tension that felt heavier than the world itself.

Lyrien sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers trembling as she clutched the soft blankets Naomi had provided.

"I am a disciple of the Chaos Temple," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Noah, leaning against the doorframe, narrowed his eyes.

He had heard the name.

In the memories of the Count and the dusty ancient scrolls he had read, the Chaos Temple was described as a supreme monarch.

If the Primordial Empire was the king of the physical world, the Chaos Temple was the god of the spiritual and fundamental one. Even the mightiest emperors bowed their heads when a priest of Chaos walked by.

"I was an apprentice priest," Lyrien continued, her silver eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I spent my life believing we were the balance. We were the ones who kept the universe from falling into madness. I was revered. Everywhere I went, planets bowed. I thought I was serving the light."

Her breath hitched.

"But one day, I saw... I heard something I shouldn't have. I saw the Truth behind the altar. It was horrendous. It wasn't balance, Noah. It was a harvest."

She explained how her life became a living hell in a single night. To keep her silent, the Temple did not just send assassins; they destroyed her entire home planet, turning billions of lives into ash just to catch one girl. For a year, she had been running, jumping through dimensions, barely surviving by a hair's breadth.

Despite being a World Realm being, a powerhouse that could level stars, she felt as helpless as a child. The Temple was everywhere.

"What did you see?" Noah asked.

His voice was calm, but it carried a weight that demanded an answer.

As soon as the question left his lips, the temperature in the room plummeted.

Lyrien's face turned ghostly pale. A deep, primal fear took hold of her body. She opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly, a jagged black mark erupted on her forehead. Her eyes began to lose their silver color, turning into pits of oily darkness.

"Stop!" Noah commanded.

He lunged forward, his fingers glowing with gold energy as he pressed them against her forehead. He felt a terrifying curse snapping at his fingers, a soul-lock designed to trigger the moment she betrayed the Temple's secrets.

"Don't speak another word about it," Noah said, his voice firm. "A curse is placed on your soul. If you dare to tell anyone, the curse will ignite, and they will instantly know your exact location. It's a beacon."

He pulled his hand back.

The black mark receded, and the color slowly returned to Lyrien's eyes. She slumped back against the pillows, gasping for air.

"Recuperate here," Noah told her. "Earth is shielded. It is safe for now."

Noah left the room, his mind racing.

Naomi stayed behind, sitting by the bed. She looked at the terrified girl and smiled proudly.

"Don't worry. My brother is very powerful. I've seen him do things that shouldn't be possible."

Lyrien looked at the door Noah had just walked through.

"I can't believe such a small, hidden planet has a being like him. His aura... it's strange."

Noah entered his room and locked the door.

The arrival of the Chaos Temple changed everything.

The Primordial Empire was a physical threat, but the Temple was a conceptual one. If they were the "harvesting" type, then Earth was nothing more than a ripe fruit waiting to be plucked.

"I need more power," Noah muttered.

He sat cross-legged and activated the Eyes of the Primordial.

Instantly, his vision shifted.

He was no longer in a small bedroom. He was viewing the universe in a third-person mode. He saw the threads of the laws that held reality together. Gravity. Time. Space. Friction. Light. Thousands of glowing strings intertwined like a massive web.

Inside his soul, the Lotus of Creation appeared.

Fifty-nine petals were fully matured, glowing with a solid, brilliant light. The remaining forty-one petals were translucent, only halfway bloomed.

Noah noticed that the Law of Command, the power he used to make reality obey his words, was not moving at all. It was too high-level.

He realized he needed to finish the basic 100 laws first to create a foundation strong enough to support the heavier Pillar Laws.

For the next three days, Noah did not eat or sleep.

He watched the threads of the universe, pulling them into his soul, weaving them into the lotus.

Petal 80.

Petal 90.

Petal 95.

On the third day, the final petal began to flicker.

Boom!

A terrifying aura gushed out of Noah's body. It was so strong that the air in the house turned into a thick liquid for a split second. The Lotus of Creation inside him began to spin, growing larger and more solid.

Thump! Thump!

Noah's heart pounded against his ribs like a hammer. His veins turned gold, and a searing pain tore through his muscles. He felt as if his body was being unmade and rebuilt atom by atom.

He welcomed the pain.

In this universe, pain was the price of evolution.

After three hours of constant agony, the pressure vanished.

Noah opened his eyes, which now held the depth of an endless galaxy.

He checked his status.

[Name: Noah Aldric

Realm: Mythical

Mana: Immortal Level

Combat power: Dao master

Talent: Creation]

Noah stared at the interface.

His combat power had bypassed several intermediate stages and landed directly in the Dao Master realm. His mana reserves were now as vast as an immortal being's.

"Just 100 laws made me this powerful," Noah whispered, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "What happens when I reach 1,000? Or the full 3,000?"

He decided right then that he would not leave this state of cultivation unless it was an emergency.

He sank back into the laws, his mind drifting into the deep layers of the universe.

While Noah was buried in his cultivation, life at the Aldric house took on a strange but beautiful rhythm.

Lyrien, the "revered priestess" of the most terrifying temple in existence, was currently wearing an apron and helping Eric in the bakery.

At first, she was clumsy, accidentally using too much strength and crushing the dough into powder. But Eric was a patient teacher.

"Relax the shoulders, Lyrien! Flour is like the universe. It needs a gentle touch to rise!" Eric would laugh.

Lyrien found herself smiling.

For the first time in centuries, she was not a tool, a messenger, or a fugitive. She was just a girl helping a baker.

Naomi took her out to explore the world.

They went to the cinema to watch superhero movies. Lyrien found them hilarious because the "powers" were so weak. They went to the park to eat ice cream.

"Is this how you live?" Lyrien asked one day while they sat on a bench watching kids play. "No fighting? No harvesting?"

"Most of the time," Naomi said. "Noah makes sure it stays this way."

Lyrien looked toward the direction of their house.

Even from miles away, she could feel a faint, pulsing heat coming from Noah's room. Every day, the aura became more refined, more hidden, yet more terrifying.

"The high priests of my temple... they spent thousands of years to reach the Dao Master level," Lyrien thought. "He did it in three days. He isn't an anomaly. He is a monster."

Two and a half months passed in this peaceful manner.

Lyrien had almost forgotten she was a runaway.

She had become part of the family.

She loved Martha's soup, Eric's jokes, and Naomi's friendship.

But as the three-month mark approached, the air on Earth began to change.

The Veil Noah had placed over the solar system was beginning to thin as his own power grew too large to be contained. Deep in space, beyond the reach of human eyes, the Sentinels of the universe were starting to turn their heads toward a tiny, blue planet.

Noah, still sitting in his room, opened his eyes.

He had reached a count of 1000 laws.

The lotus in his soul was now a masterpiece of glowing light. He felt a disturbance in the cosmic threads.

"The vacation is over," Noah murmured.

He stood up and walked toward the window.

Far away, at the edge of the solar system, a spatial ripple was forming.

It was not the golden gate of Arthur Valentine.

It was something colder. Something darker.

Noah felt the black mark on Lyrien's forehead, all the way downstairs, begin to pulse.

"They found her," Noah said. "And they found me."

He did not look afraid.

If anything, he looked like a hunter who had finally spotted his prey.

He had already become a supreme master already.

Noah checked his strength and a smile couldn't help but form on his handsome face.

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