The three months of peace had transformed the Aldric house into something sacred. It was no longer merely a place to live, but a sanctuary filled with warmth, noise, and laughter that never quite faded.

Inside the living room, the atmosphere was unmistakably domestic. The coffee table was buried under scattered game pieces and stacks of colorful bills, while the air buzzed with playful hostility. They were playing monopoly.

Lyrien, once a chaos temple priestess whose words had commanded entire star systems, was currently locked in a fierce, unapologetic war over Boardwalk and Park Place.

Noah stepped out of his bedroom for the first time in weeks.

His presence no longer carried weight. It did not suppress the air, nor did it twist space around him. Instead, it felt like nothing at all. Over the past months, he had mastered exactly one thousand laws, and through that mastery, his existence had harmonized perfectly with the universe itself. He was no longer something that stood apart from reality. He was woven into it.

A ghost in the wind. Invisible unless he chose otherwise.

"Can I join?" Noah asked, smiling brightly.

"Son!" Eric looked up from his mountain of monopoly money and burst into laughter. "So you finally decided to leave that cave of yours. I was starting to think you forgot your old man existed."

Noah walked over and sat on the floor beside Naomi. "How could I forget my celebrity old man? I was stuck at a critical junction in my cultivation. It took longer than I expected."

Eric grinned proudly. "Critical or not, you missed some excellent sourdough experiments this week. But sit, sit. Your mother is winning, and it is humiliating the rest of us."

Lyrien turned her head toward Noah, silver eyes narrowing slightly. She looked far healthier now. The pale, fragile appearance she had when she first arrived was long gone, replaced by a warm glow born of sunlight, stability, and Martha's relentless cooking.

"Noah," she said slowly, curiosity sharpening her tone. "I could still sense you two months ago. Faintly, but you were there. Then suddenly… nothing. No mana. No heartbeat. No presence at all."

Noah leaned back, a smug expression crossing his face. "Oh, that? I simply surpassed your imagination. I reached a level where the world itself helps me hide."

"Braggart!" Lyrien and Naomi said in perfect unison.

Noah laughed and reached over, gently squishing Naomi's cheek between his fingers. "How dare you call your big brother a braggart? It seems someone needs punishment."

"Mom, look! Noah is bullying me!" Naomi cried, though she was giggling as she tried and failed to escape his hand.

Martha, busy counting her monopoly bills, did not even glance up. "You should respect your big brother, Naomi. He has been working very hard."

Noah and Martha immediately high-fived over the table.

"You always take his side!" Naomi huffed, crossing her arms.

It was a perfect family moment.

But while they argued over rent and properties, the Veil Noah had cast over the solar system was being tested.

Far beyond the warmth of the sun, deep in the frozen silence past Pluto's orbit, three massive spaceships appeared.

They were nothing like the crude metallic vessels of the Primordial Empire. These ships were sleek and elegant, obsidian-black needles drifting through space. They possessed no visible engines. Instead, they slid through dimensions as if the universe itself parted willingly before them.

On the bridge of the lead ship, a young man dressed in black priest robes stood before a holographic projection of the solar system. His expression was cold, devoid of emotion. He was a Disciple of the Chaos Temple.

"That girl's presence was detected here last time," he said calmly. "The beacon bound to her soul-lock flickered briefly in this star system before being suppressed. She should be on the third planet."

At the center of the chamber sat a High Priest upon a throne sculpted from condensed dark energy. His white hair framed a face marked by age and authority, and his eyes churned like miniature galaxies. He remained silent, chin resting on his hand, as though contemplating something impossibly distant.

"Enter the solar system," the High Priest finally said.

His voice was soft.

The walls of the ship trembled.

Inside the Aldric house, Noah's eyes flickered.

He needed no telescope, no radar, no satellite feed. His consciousness was intertwined with one thousand laws of existence. The moment the obsidian ships pierced nearby space, he felt the disturbance ripple through reality.

These vessels were far beyond anything the primordial empire vanguards had brought.

There was at least one Dao Master aboard. A being who had devoted thousands of years to the comprehension of laws.

Noah did nothing.

He did not reinforce the Veil. He did not block them.

He wanted them to come.

He wanted to see what the Chaos Temple truly was.

The three ships emerged above Earth, halting just outside the atmosphere. Instead of landing, they activated a terrifyingly advanced spiritual broadcast technique.

Every human on Earth heard the same cold, mechanical voice echo directly within their minds.

"Primitive creatures of this planet. We are from the Chaos Temple. One of our prisoners is hiding here. Hand her over, or your planet will be destroyed along with all life upon it. You have ten days."

A vivid image of Lyrien appeared simultaneously in billions of minds.

Every screen on Earth was hijacked. Phones, televisions, billboards, even digital traffic signs. Her face filled them all. High above, her image was projected into the clouds like a second moon.

Inside the Aldric house, the Monopoly game stopped.

The room turned frigid.

Lyrien's healthy color drained away, leaving her face deathly pale. Her hands trembled violently as the dice slipped from her grasp and clattered to the floor. The terror in her eyes was so profound it felt as though she were already staring into her grave.

Yet the reaction of the rest of the world was completely unexpected.

Over the last few months, Noah had quietly removed threats and driven away invaders. Humanity had grown accustomed to survival. Confident. Perhaps even arrogant.

Social media exploded within minutes.

"What the hell is this? Another group of ancient lunatics? Do they think Earth is a lost and found?" one viral post read.

"Another alien threat already? I am trying to eat lunch. Go home. We have a protector," another comment said.

People stared up at the sky not with fear, but irritation.

They trusted their invisible guardian.

Inside the lead obsidian ship, confusion reigned.

"Sir," a disciple reported hesitantly, "their reaction is… abnormal. They are mocking us. Insulting us. Calling us clowns and ancient bastards on their global network."

The young priest's face twisted with rage. "These insects have forgotten their place. They think this is entertainment?"

He raised his hand sharply. "Enter the planet. We will teach them how they should behave when the master of the universe appear infront of them."

The ships descended and positioned themselves above the Himalayas. To ensure no one missed the lesson, they seized control of Earth's satellite systems and broadcast a live feed to every screen.

A single dark beam fired.

There was no explosion.

No sound.

One of the tallest mountains on Earth simply vanished, erased without rubble or dust. A perfect, horrifying void remained.

The young priest appeared as a hologram above the crater. "This is your warning. Hand over the girl. The next beam will target a city."

Inside the Aldric house, Noah watched everything what was going on outside.

Outside, a young man walking his dog glanced at the screen, then at the ships overhead. He scoffed loudly.

"What a bunch of clowns! Do something impressive! That mountain was boring anyway!"

Noah rubbed the bridge of his nose. "These people are putting way too much faith in me. If I were weaker, Earth would be gone already."

He turned to Lyrien.

She was shaking.

"You don't understand," she whispered. "They did not destroy the mountain. They consumed it. They ate the law of its existence. That is what the Chaos Temple does. They consume everything until only chaos remains."

Noah's eyes sharpened.

"They eat laws?" He stood, golden light flickering deep within his gaze. "Interesting. I just learned a thousand."

He turned to his parents. "Stay inside."

Martha nodded. "Be careful."

"Don't worry," Noah said lightly. "They are just clowns."

He stepped outside.

Each step bent reality. Each footfall crossed hundreds of miles. In three steps, he stood before the lead ship.

"You," the priest demanded. "Are you hiding the prisoner?"

"I don't like people who break my stuff," Noah replied calmly. "Leave now."

The High Priest's eyes widened. "He is not using mana," he whispered. "He has almost merged with the law."

He wanted to warn his subordinates, but it was too late.

The cannon fired.

"Return," Noah said calmly.

The beam reversed and hit it's own ship.

The ship exploded.

Cheers erupted across Earth.

Noah sighed and looked at the remaining ships.

"Now," he said softly, "who's next?"

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