Lord of the Truth

Chapter 2111 Benefits of the Golem

On a certain planet, Young Sector 99-

Bam…

Bam…

Bam…

The sound of explosions shook the entire region and sent deep vibrations through the ground beneath. The blasts were strangely rhythmic, identical and repeated at steady intervals, each impact separated by the same span of time, almost as if some colossal creature were marching across the land.

The earth trembled with every strike.

Dust rolled across the crimson terrain.

And the echoes continued.

Indeed, a few minutes later something massive emerged from the crimson stone forest.

Something enormous.

Something dozens of meters tall.

At first glance it looked no different from the surrounding mountains. Its body resembled an irregular mass of rock, rough and weathered like a piece of the planet itself. If it had remained still, it would have blended perfectly into the landscape and no one would have noticed it.

But it moved.

Slowly.

Heavily.

This rocky creature, this golem, had seven arms scattered unevenly across its body, protruding at strange angles without any clear symmetry. Some were thick like pillars while others were shorter and crooked like broken branches of

stone.

It possessed four legs that supported its massive frame and two heads, one noticeably larger than the other. The larger head seemed to dominate the creature’s movements while the smaller one occasionally turned in random directions as if reacting to distant vibrations.

Each step it took produced another thunderous impact.

When the golem reached a certain part of the small forest, specifically a thin, curved stone pillar radiating a strange crimson energy, it stopped.

The pillar was narrow and elegant compared to the surrounding rocks, glowing faintly with a deep red light.

The golem extended one of its arms.

With a rough motion it ripped the pillar out of the ground.

Fragments of stone scattered.

The creature lifted the pillar to its mouth and took a massive bite. Crunch.

Then it simply continued walking as if nothing unusual had happened.

…Not far away, hidden behind the jagged rocks of the forest, two figures were quietly observing everything that had just occurred.

One of them was nearly twice the height of the other.

“Hmm,” the shorter figure murmured while slowly stepping forward, his eyes still fixed on the distant golem. “That pillar contained an extremely rare metal in its liquid state. A single drop of it can sell for thousands of Pearls… I wonder how many drops that stupid golem has swallowed throughout its lifetime?”

The man speaking was none other than the Prime Minister of the True Beginning Empire, Kristan Burton.

“He’s devouring the boss’s property?” the tall person beside him raised his voice in immediate anger. “I’ll kill him!!”

The tall figure had already taken a step forward.

Of course, that person was Holak.

“You would harm the boss if you killed that golem.” Kristan calmly raised his hand to stop him.

Holak paused.

“That creature’s excrement enriches the soil,” Kristan continued casually, “and that enrichment is precisely what causes larger quantities of that metal to appear within the ground over time.”

Then he lifted both arms and slowly turned in place, gesturing toward the vast landscape around them.

“Do you see those rocky highlands covering the planet?”

The horizon was filled with jagged crimson formations stretching endlessly in every direction.

“All of them are useful minerals. Every single one of them. They only appear on the surface in such quantities because of the sweat produced by the golem

race living here.”

He let out a small chuckle.

“That is the real value of a golem race appearing somewhere. They are a genuine long-term treasure.”

Then he showed a strange, calculating smile.

“This planet will undoubtedly become one of the most influential and critically important planets in the galaxy. We found it purely by chance during the last war against the Centennial Empire of Slaughter Night.”

Kristan rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“I should assign the planet a favorable position near Nihari. Even then, I fear that nearly a quarter of our cargo transport fleet will eventually be dedicated to this planet alone, hoho.”

After saying that, Kristan pulled out a small paper notebook along with a pen and immediately began scribbling calculations across the page.

Numbers.

A lot of them.

“Hmm… that’s good too.” Holak, however, did not appear particularly interested

in any of those details, “Can you just prepare the coordinates so I can leave this place?” he asked impatiently. “The time for the next gate opening is approaching!!”

Nearly fifty years had passed since the passage had opened for the first time.

Since that day, the event had gradually become one of the most important operations within the imperial system.

First for the Imperial Guard, and then for the chain of empires belonging to the

leader.

After each opening of the passage, Lord Aser would personally assist in containing the invading space beasts while nearly five thousand imperial guards

carried out systematic extermination operations.

The operations were precise, efficient, and merciless.

Sometimes even thousands of trainee guards were summoned to participate, off wounded space beasts that had survived the initial.

tasked with

battles.

For many young soldiers, it was their first experience with real combat.

And their first encounter with death.

Of course, the work did not end with the killing.

They were also assigned another duty.

Dragging the enormous corpses away from the battlefield.

The bodies were transported toward the other side of the planet where entire

industrial districts had been constructed around the harvest of space beast

remains.

Yes, during those fifty years an entire industrial network had gradually been established on the planet, factories and facilities designed to deal with every single part of the beasts’ bodies.

Endless butcheries.

Tanning facilities.

Refining plants.

And countless other processing complexes designed to extract every useful

component from the carcasses.

Nothing was wasted.

Bones. Hide. Blood. Organs.

Even eyelashes! Every fragment was transformed into materials, weapons, medicines, or energy

sources.

Not a single piece left the planet without first being fully processed and refined, its original characteristics completely erased so that no one could even identify which creature it had once belonged to.

Unless, of course, it was something that had to leave the planet in its original

state.

Something like meat.

Gulp

Holak wiped the drool that had slipped down the corner of his mouth the

moment the thought of space beast meat crossed his mind.

The taste alone was enough to make him swallow involuntarily. Then he turned irritably toward the man beside him and nudged Kristan twice

with his elbow.

“Come on… let’s finish this already,” he complained impatiently. “I still have a long trip ahead of me to get back!!”

“Alright, alright…” Kristan replied calmly.

He wrote down a few numbers in his notebook, paused to scratch his head

thoughtfully, then wrote several more numbers while muttering quietly to himself.

After a moment he tore a page from the notebook and handed it over.

“Transfer here.”

“Finally!”

Holak snatched the paper eagerly and scanned the coordinates quickly with

sharp eyes.

Once he memorized them, he crushed the page in his fist until it turned into fine dust, then scattered the fragments into the air around him.

After that, he slid a hand into his trousers and pulled out a small box roughly

the size of a human palm.

The box looked ordinary, even slightly worn.

He opened it.

Inside were a tiny hammer and a small nail, both so small they looked like toys.

Holak reached into the box with his left hand and grabbed both the hammer

and the nail.

Zzzn

The moment they left the box, both objects instantly returned to their true

size.

The hammer grew into a massive weapon nearly as tall as Holak himself, its metal head heavy and ancient-looking.

The nail expanded as well, becoming a thick pointed spike nearly half a meter

long.

Holak casually tossed the empty box aside like a worthless piece of garbage. “Haha… my favorite moment of the day.”

Holding the massive hammer in one hand and the sharp nail in the other, Holak

raised his head and looked toward the sky as if issuing a challenge to the entire

planet.

“…” Kristan frowned slightly and lifted his gaze upward as well.

He had seen this scene many times already.

Still, he waited.

Rumble

Rumble

Clouds began gathering above them.

The thin fourth-grade space surrounding the planet started trembling violently

as waves of pressure spread through the atmosphere.

The crimson stone forest around them began shaking as if the entire landscape

had suddenly come alive.

The towering rock formations trembled, loose stones falling and bouncing

across the ground.

In general, the entire planet seemed angry.

As if it were awakening.

As if it were preparing to resist something foreign that had invaded its domain.

But within a few seconds… everything suddenly returned to normal.

The tremors stopped.

The pressure vanished.

Even the clouds that had gathered overhead slowly dispersed.

“Haha! Just as I thought!” Holak burst into loud laughter.

He loved this reaction.

It was the reaction of every planetary spirit that suddenly sensed the presence

of foreign equipment within its territory.

At first the spirit would attempt to resist instinctively, trying to protect the

planet it governed.

But the moment it sensed his level…

It would fail.

And retreat.

Normally, any planetary equipment above the fourth tier was strictly forbidden

from entering planets within the Young Sector.

Such restrictions were meant to prevent powerful forces from interfering with

young planetary ecosystems.

But planetary spirits had no ability to destroy or restrain seventh-tier planetary equipment.

The difference in level was simply too great.

At best, they could attempt to attack the individual carrying it.

But once the planetary spirit realized that this object was merely a planetary transportation device and not an offensive or destructive weapon…

It would always choose to withdraw.

And wait.

After all, what planetary spirit would not want to serve a master who possessed

equipment like this?

“Good girl!” Holak laughed as he drove the massive nail violently into the ground.

The spike sank deep into the rocky soil.

Then he shouted toward the sky,

“And now cooperate with the transfer on the first attempt so you don’t exhaust

this uncle!”

He lifted the massive hammer with both hands.

The weapon began to glow faintly, ancient runes awakening across its surface.

The new coordinates started rotating slowly around the head of the hammer like rings of light made from pure energy. The surrounding air trembled.

Space itself bent slightly.

Then-

BANG

Holak swung the hammer downward with enormous force and struck the head

of the nail.