Lord of the Truth

Chapter 2075 Patience

Mid Sector 250–

“What is happening here..” one of the Twelve Thrones slammed his hand forcefully on the platform before him, the sound echoing across the vast chamber. “And what in hell is happening here?! What madness is this?!”

“Can he do this to us?” another pointed sharply at the recording, his voice shaking with fury and disbelief. “Can he simply strip the legitimacy of the Council of Thrones with a single word? With one sentence? Who does he think he is? We were the ones managing the universe, organizing its affairs, and preserving its security while he was absent. He didn’t appear even two or three times over tens of millions of years!”

Bam another struck the platform violently. “We must take a stance against this nonsense!” Then he pointed in a certain direction with open hostility. “That Sacred Covenant Academy must know its place!!”

“We won’t allow them to conspire in the shadows and take everything we built with blood and time on a silver platter!!” another shouted, his voice filled with rage and panic.

All twelve began to rise one after another, their movements chaotic and tense, panic and fear evident in their words and tones, visible in their faces, in their gestures, in the way their bodies trembled with uncertainty.

Only Qarun slightly furrowed his brows, resting his chin on the back of his hands, his posture calm but heavy with thought. “Shhh!” He signaled for silence with a slow gesture. “Let’s listen to everything first to the end.”

And indeed, in the very next moment, everyone heard something that instantly silenced the hall, as if the air itself had frozen.

<As for you, Qarun, and your followers, your options are limited.>

The Cosmic Elder spoke with firmness and seriousness, his voice steady, cold, and absolute.

Swallow The sound of swallowing echoed through the vast hall like distant explosions. He said Qarun without titles? Without honorifics? And he said your followers? As if they were street gang members or insignificant thugs? What kind of disrespect was this? What kind of humiliation?

The Cosmic Elder paused briefly before continuing with resolve:

<I will not speak of the treasures you accumulated behind the academies. I never asked about them, because I assumed in good faith that they would one day be released when everyone needed them. That they would serve the universe, not individuals. That is what I was told, and that is what you told to all the heads of the Stellar Academies. But that did not happen. And this is the greatest reason for the decision I am issuing now: greed. Pure, naked greed. Very well, feast on them. Drown yourselves in these riches if you wish.>

<… You now have three choices. Either you use those treasures for what they were gathered for and personally resume overseeing the fight against the Plague, standing on the front lines yourselves, and perhaps what was broken may be repaired, even if only partially. Or you use them for your own interests, as is happening now, and establish whatever you wish away from me, far from my authority, leaving the universe to its fate.>

Then he raised his head slightly, his presence growing heavier.

<Or you use those treasures and that power to stand against the Cosmic Academies, to obstruct it, to sabotage it, to prevent it from doing what you failed to do.>

Then it was as if the air around him solidified, pressure filling the space, and he said swiftly:

Then he continued slowly, every word heavy and final:

<If I hear that the cosmic academies are being obstructed from performing their duty of protecting the universe, whoever does so will be classified as a terrorist organization hostile to life itself. An enemy of existence.>

He then showed a small, powerful smile.

<My words are not directed at the Council of Dogs alone, but at everyone who hears this, everyone who listens, everyone who thinks of doing something stupide.>

Then he turned away, his tone calming, but his authority remaining absolute.

<…People, the universe has entered a new phase. A phase of exploration. A phase of survival. A phase in which we must unite to endure, to resist extinction, to stand together or fall separately. For those whom it concerns, I will depart to seek solutions to problems that were written upon us, to explore a path toward humanity’s unknown destiny, whatever form that destiny may take. And I will leave you in the hands of my close friend Robin, and the Cosmic Academies, to protect you, to guard you, and to stand between you and annihilation.>

Then he turned back toward the recording, his gaze steady and unshaking.

<To whom it may concern… focus on building your strength, and leave trivialities behind. Abandon petty conflicts and hollow ambitions. What is coming is not easy. Not merciful. Everything you are chasing now… is nothing but a faint glimmer on a foggy road, a weak illusion of light, a road that leads directly to the abyss.>

Hoooom

The recording flickered, its light distorting for a brief moment, then it fell silent, leaving only heavy, suffocating stillness behind.

The calm, composed image of the Cosmic Elder remained suspended before everyone, unmoving, steady, and imposing, standing before a vast hall filled with figures who no longer knew whether they were even capable of breathing

normally.

The silence was heavy. Suffocating.

Poof

Poof Poof Poof

Nearly half of the Twelve Thrones collapsed back into their seats, as if their legs had lost all strength, as if the weight of the words spoken had crushed their bodies before their minds could even react.

They had been accused of greed.

Declared the reason for the withdrawal of trust from the Stellar Academies.

And publicly threatened with being classified as a terrorist organization.

What had just happened?

Just minutes ago, life had been good. Stable. Predictable. Everything was moving as it should, according to the order they had built over millions of years. Power was secure. Influence was absolute. Control was unquestioned.

So why did all of this happen?

How did everything collapse so suddenly?

How did the world turn upside down in a matter of moments?

But those questions and moments of shock did not pass over everyone.

Bam One of the Thrones slammed his fist into his palm, his face twisted with

fury.

“Dogs? Are we being belittled? Are we being insulted like this in front of the whole universe?” he roared. “That cursed hermit is mocking us?!” “Who does he think he is?!” another shouted, his voice shaking with rage. “We

carried the entire universe on our shoulders for all these years! We are the ones who kept the Syndicate in check! We are the ones who contained the Plague for millions of years, era after era, generation after generation! And just because of one bad period, one dark phase, we’re treated like this?! Like

criminals?! Like parasites?!”

“The Cosmic Elder is powerful, no one can deny that,” another said, a being with strange tendrils spread across his body. His voice was cold, controlled. Then he looked around sharply at the others. “But he’s not without equal. He is not untouchable. No one here is weak either. Does he really think he can threaten all of us, all the Twelve Thrones, and we’ll simply bow our heads in fear?”

Then he smiled slowly.

“Secondly, there are two who are stronger than him.”

“Hmph, three choices?” one of the Thrones scoffed, crossing his arms with contempt. “The third one pleases me more!” Then he raised his voice with confidence and arrogance. “In terms of power, even if all the Behemoths gathered together, they couldn’t stop us. Not even close. And in terms of wealth, even the combined fortunes of Morpheus and Interas are nothing in our eyes. Dust. Meaningless numbers.”

One of the seated Thrones pointed angrily toward Qarun, his face burning with humiliation and rage.

“Council Lord, open the vaults. Open the Vaults. It’s time everyone learns their place. It’s time the universe remembers who truly rules.”

Another turned his gaze toward the man seated at the center, his tone sharp

and resolute.

“Council Lord, what do you say?” Then he frowned deeply. “If it’s war, then we

are ready for it.”

“…..

Qarun maintained a perfectly emotionless expression, his face calm, his posture steady, his gaze fixed on the image of the Cosmic Elder the entire time,

as if everything around him no longer existed.

Then, finally, he smiled.

A slow, controlled smile.

He opened his mouth and said quietly, yet with absolute authority,

“Patience.”

Then he leaned back comfortably in his seat, resting with deliberate calm.

“We’ve just been relieved of a great headache. A massive burden. Take this chance and enjoy this calm… this temporary peace.”

Then he muttered again, his eyes sharp and piercing, filled with hidden

meaning and quiet calculation, “Patience is good.”