Lord of the Truth

Chapter 2112 confiscation

Rumble

For a brief moment, Holak felt as if the flow of time around him had abruptly

stalled.

The air froze.

The sounds vanished.

Even the ground beneath his feet seemed to disappear.

It was as if the world had been suspended in an invisible void.

Holak felt completely weightless.

His body floated in a strange state, as if he were falling endlessly through empty space without gravity, without direction, without resistance. His limbs moved slightly, but there was nothing for them to push against.

It was the familiar sensation of planetary transfer.

Then suddenly-

Bam

Holak’s body slammed heavily against solid ground again.

The impact was sharp, sudden, and unmistakable, as if gravity had suddenly remembered his existence and pulled him down all at once.

Dust rose slightly around his boots.

He steadied himself instinctively.

Then he immediately looked upward, searching for something.

When he found it, a wide grin spread across his face and he raised his voice proudly.

“Well done, little spirit! Ahaha!”

The sky above the planet was still dark crimson, exactly as it had been before the transfer. But the lighting around him had changed dramatically.

The massive sun that had once dominated the sky was gone.

In its place there was only a faint, distant glow coming from far away, like a weak star illuminating the horizon.

And the sky that had been completely empty only moments earlier was now filled with countless planets and moons scattered across the heavens.

Some were enormous.

Some were distant points of light.

Some drifted slowly across the sky like silent giants.

They had successfully arrived at their new orbital position within the galaxy. Ka

Holak reached down and pulled the nail from the ground with ease. The massive spike slid out smoothly before he rested it across his shoulder like a tool he had used thousands of times before.

While looking up toward the sky, he spoke casually.

“Alright, alright. We’ve reached planet number 500 just like we agreed.”

Then he stretched his shoulders slightly.

“Now I’ll head back to Planet Dunara, and you prepare the coordinates for another 500 planets so we can move them during the next break.”

Naturally, he was speaking to Kristan.

This had been their arrangement for years.

Holak would spend several years stationed near the gate, participating in the endless cycle of slaughter. Days filled with tearing apart beasts, cutting through monstrous flesh, and devouring fresh space beast meat.

Then, once that period ended, he would spend several years traveling across the sector with Kristan.

Moving planets.

Relocating resources.

And occasionally supervising the training of newly recruited guards stationed throughout the worlds of the Young Belt.

It was a rotating cycle of war and logistics.

Fortunately for Holak, that portion of the cycle had ended today.

“…Hey, short Burton. Can you hear me?” Holak continued speaking while still looking upward when no response came.

Silence.

“Hey! You crazy old man, are you listening?!” Holak turned to the side with an annoyed expression, scanning the area until he finally located Kristan a short distance away.

Then his brows immediately furrowed.

“…What in the name of everything delicious are you doing?”

At that moment Kristan was kneeling on the ground, holding the Sun Seal Box

tightly with both hands.

He was examining it carefully from every angle.

Turning it over.

Inspecting the carvings.

Studying the faint patterns etched across its surface.

It looked as though he had just discovered the greatest treasure in the universe.

When Holak saw that scene, he began walking toward him with a slightly

knowing expression.

“…I really should do something about my magnificent scent,” he muttered with mock seriousness. “It seems to attract unwanted attention!”

Then he extended his hand toward the box.

“Hand over my hammer case.”

“Absurd!” Kristan shouted immediately.

He stood up and stepped several paces backward while clutching the box tightly against his chest like someone protecting a priceless relic.

“For all these years I’ve been searching through cosmic records trying to find information about this box…” His eyes sparkled with excitement.

“It’s a Sun Seal Box, and the markings engraved on it clearly indicate that it’s fourth-tier!!” Then his voice rose even louder. “Do you know what that

means?!”

“The last time one of these boxes appeared in the universe was in the possession of a great demonic power… a monstrous entity that the Cosmic Elder himself destroyed tens of millions of years ago!!”

“And what does that have to do with anything?” Holak replied while continuing

to walk toward him casually. “Do you happen to have a sun you want to seal inside it, you crazy minister?”

“Hmph. As expected from an ignorant brute!” Kristan stepped back again, still

hugging the box tightly.

“This box is capable of containing a planet the size of Nihari inside it.” His voice trembled slightly with excitement. “It can hold several planets the size of Jura.” He raised the box higher. “It can even contain a small sun!!”

“…” Holak stopped walking. He stared at the tiny box for a moment. Then slowly

lifted his finger and pointed at it. “This thing?”

“Yes, this, you ignorant fool!” Kristan snapped angrily.

“Did it never occur to you to wonder why seventh-tier equipment could be

placed inside this box… yet it cannot be stored inside a spatial ring?!” He lifted the box with trembling hands. His eyes were shining. “Can you even imagine what we could use this box to do?”

“…” Holak looked at the box, then at Kristan.

His expression slowly twisted into something between confusion and

suspicion.

“So,” he said slowly, “you’re going to stuff that family of nine-tailed foxes you’re clearly obsessed with inside it and smuggle them away in secret?”

…..

Kristan lowered his gaze toward the box in his hands, one eyebrow lifting

slightly.

For a brief moment…

It genuinely looked like he was considering the possibility.

He imagined it. His eyes narrowed slightly as if calculating the logistics.

Then he suddenly looked back up at Holak with visible irritation. “The box cannot preserve life. Stop saying useless things!” he snapped.

Then he took a breath and continued, his voice shifting back into the calm tone

of someone explaining a monumental discovery.

“A single person carrying this box could travel across all of our affiliated planets, collecting resources from them and delivering whatever materials they require… and then simply move on to the next world.”

He lifted the box slightly in his hands.

“With this single object, the movement of raw materials would become easier

than any force in history has ever experienced.”

His voice grew more excited.

“And the transportation of weapons would become even simpler.”

His eyes widened dramatically.

“We could even transport entire fleets inside this box! Fleets!!”

Holak blinked.

Kristan, however, was already lost in his calculations.

He tapped his chin thoughtfully.

“Of course… we would still need to send the crews of those fleets to the

destination through other methods. Most likely through the great space gates.” He sighed slightly. “That would cost a tremendous amount of money.” Then he suddenly raised a finger. “But even so, the strategic depth and sudden maneuverability this would give us in military operations would be extraordinary!”

His gaze returned to the box again. “In fact… we could restructure our entire

logistical system.”

He began pacing slightly as he spoke. “We could dedicate all of our transport ships exclusively to operations within the galaxy itself, while reserving this box solely for collecting and transporting raw materials from our partners in the

Mid sector.”

He pointed to the box again. “That alone would multiply the flow of raw resources several times over. Industrial production would increase dramatically. And we would eliminate the enormous cost of sending ships across those vast distances!”

“Waaaaait!” Holak suddenly raised both hands in front of him as if trying to stop

an unstoppable avalanche of ideas. “You want… to take the Sun Seal Box?” he said slowly. “Stop daydreaming.”

Then he lifted the enormous hammer and pointed it directly at Kristan. “Where

exactly do you expect me to store this equipment?” His voice rose in irritation. It’s certainly not going up my buttocks!”

He waved the hammer around in frustration.

“Am I supposed to walk around everywhere waving seventh-tier planetary

equipment in public?!”

“That is your problem.”

Kristan calmly pulled the front of his trousers outward and shoved the box inside with completely lifeless eyes.

“The Sun Seal Box now belongs to the empire.”

“……” Holak stared for several seconds.

Then he slowly looked downward toward the box’s new location, Kristan’s

crotch.

After that he raised his head and stared directly into Kristan’s face with absolute seriousness.

“My friend…” He paused. “…that’s disgusting.”

“Before you leave for the Mid sector, I want you to take one last look at the

Imperial Guard training barracks,” Kristan said calmly while ignoring the insult

entirely.

He had already begun walking toward the space gate that had been constructed earlier.

“Because I will be closing them soon.”

Holak’s expression immediately changed. “You’re going to close the Imperial

Guard training barracks?” he asked sharply, “Do you even understand what

you’re doing?”

His tone turned serious. “Does the boss know about this?”

“It doesn’t matter whether he knows or not,” Kristan replied without slowing his

pace. “The final line he drew for us is approaching. And when that moment

arrives, it will most likely mean a forced ascension for the Nihari Galaxy.” Holak narrowed his eyes slightly.

“I don’t know how he plans to achieve it,” Kristan continued, “but it will happen as long as he intends it.” He fell silent for a few seconds while walking. Then he spoke again. “Recruiting more Imperial Guards during this short period would be pointless. You wouldn’t have enough time to train them properly anyway, so what exactly would be the point of spending resources on them?”

He stopped briefly and looked toward the distant horizon. “…It would be better

to focus on the ones you already have. Invest your entire budget into strengthening them, then after Nihari’s ascension, you can return to recruitment if you wish.”

He glanced back over his shoulder. “…Don’t you already have one hundred and

thirty thousand candidates right now? And all of them are already in the advanced stages of training”

Holak waved his hand irritably, “Not even ten percent of them will succeed.”

He knew Kristan was probably right.

The failure rate had always been brutal.

But still…

If the old guards didn’t have new recruits to bully and terrorize during

training…

What were they supposed to do?

“A ten percent success rate from that number is more than enough,” Kristan

replied calmly as he resumed walking.

“…In fact,” he added after a moment, “the veteran guards alone are already more

than enough.”