Chapter 404 - 59: The Unique Origin of Genesis

Chapter 404: Chapter 59: The Unique Origin of Genesis

The echo of Sovereign Orrin Reyes’s realization still hung in the massive command cabinet. The high command was staring at the fading holographic runes, their minds struggling to grasp the magnitude of what had just been solved. Three hundred years of dead ends, erased in a matter of minutes by an eighteen-year-old boy who had just rewritten the dimensional structure of an alien language in his hands.

Ash lowered his hands. The eerie, pulsing glow of the alien aesthetic faded completely from the air.

He didn’t let the stunned silence stretch.

"Decoding the files is just the first step," Ash said, his voice calm but carrying effortlessly across the room. "From what i could tell from the decoded data, the Seed’s core logic is still corrupted. If we just relocate it and turn it on without patching the foundational syntax, the sterilization protocol might still trigger. We don’t just need to move the Seed. We need to fix it."

He turned his starlight eyes toward Sovereign Orrin Reyes.

"To do that, we need to map the corrupted Origin Law fragments and rewrite the underlying code, laws and principles. Doing that with words and physical models will take months. Link your divine sense with mine. We need to exchange ideas at maximum speed."

Orrin didn’t hesitate. In fact, he had been waiting for exactly this.

Ever since Ash had inverted that third rune sequence and shown him the fourth-dimensional structure, Orrin’s mind had been in a state of absolute, chaotic overdrive. The breakthrough had shattered a three-hundred-year bottleneck in his understanding of the alien tech. Ideas, theories, and syntax combinations were flooding his consciousness in a relentless, deafening torrent.

He saw a thousand different ways to patch the Seed’s laws from reactivating the sterilization protocol. He saw how to reroute the energy flows, how to invert the sterilization command, how to stabilize the terraforming matrix. But the ideas were colliding with each other, forming a massive, tangled web of possibilities. It was like staring at a million-piece puzzle where every piece was trying to fit into three different spots at once. He knew exactly what needed to be done, but he didn’t know where to begin. He lacked the processing power to organize the storm in his head.

But Ash had that processing power. With the boy’s heaven-defying comprehension and that terrifying, bottomless mental universe, Orrin knew they could cut through the noise and find the exact path forward.

"Agreed," Orrin said, his voice tight with suppressed excitement. "Link with me."

They didn’t use a physical data transfer. They didn’t speak a single word.

Instead, they locked eyes and initiated a direct divine thought connection.

Ash didn’t rely on his Laws to bridge the gap. He used the vast, terrifying processing power of his Mental Universe, governed by the Law of Mental Cosmogenesis, combined with his heaven-defying comprehension talent. Their minds connected, and the exchange began at tens of times the speed of light.

To the rest of the room, it looked like the two of them were just standing perfectly still, staring at each other. But the atmosphere in the cabinet told a different story.

The air grew incredibly heavy. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer of cosmic energy began to dance around Ash’s and Orrin’s heads. The sheer density of the mental aura radiating from them was pressing down on the room, making it feel like the bottom of the ocean.

Inside the connection, they weren’t just talking. They were exchanging massive, multi-dimensional runic models, quantum-spatial algorithms, and the raw, fragmented alien syntax of the Seed. They were building, tearing down, and rebuilding complex theoretical frameworks, running thousands of simulations a second to find a working patch for the planetary engine.

Nobody dared to interrupt. The concentration in the air was so absolute, the pressure so profound, that even breathing too loudly felt like a violation. The high command watched in stunned silence as the two geniuses worked at a speed that defied human comprehension.

Exactly four minutes and twelve seconds of subjective, centuries-long data processing later, the connection snapped shut.

The heavy pressure in the room instantly vanished.

Ash opened his eyes. His silver irises were calm, the faint, starlit clarity returning to normal.

Orrin blinked. He took a slight step back, his chest heaving slightly as his physical brain caught up to the sudden return of the normal flow of time. He stared at Ash, his eyes wide. He was no longer looking at a talented kid. He was looking at a terrifying, once-in-an-eon anomaly.

Orrin turned to the assembled Sovereigns and Emperors. His voice was steady, but it carried an undercurrent of profound, barely contained excitement. He wanted to share their discoveries.

"The Seed does not operate on full Origin Laws," Orrin explained, raising a hand. He used his cosmic energy to project a complex, glowing holographic rune sequence into the air between them. "It only contains a single, heavily corrupted fragment of a Unique Origin Law of Planetary Genesis. That fragment was incomplete. It was never enough to successfully terraform Earth into a cultivation planet. That’s why the original alien experiment failed and nearly sterilized the biosphere millions of years ago."

Ash listened calmly, his hands resting at his sides.

A fragment of a Unique Origin Law, he thought. It’s not the complete, normal Cosmic Origin Law I was hoping for. But it’s still something.

He ran the logic through his mind. Because he had already comprehended and perfected this Unique Origin Law from the decoded data alone during their time-dilated simulation, he didn’t actually need the physical Seed anymore.

The Seed was just a physical battery; he now held the actual conceptual blueprint in his mind. Furthermore, by studying this Unique Origin Law, he could draw upon its principles and insights to eventually comprehend a true, normal Cosmic Origin Law, which was exactly what he needed to break through to the Martial King realm.

Orrin wasn’t finished. He dropped his hand, and the holographic runes shifted into a new, stable configuration.

"Because of Ash’s... absurd comprehension, we didn’t just decode the fragment," Orrin continued, his voice rising slightly. "We devised a way to perfectly reconstruct and patch the Seed’s laws. We have a working, flawless algorithm that will make the terraforming process succeed this time around without destroying the biosphere."

A wave of murmurs swept through the high command. The Sovereigns and Emperors exchanged stunned glances. A wave of palpable relief washed over the room. They had been bracing for an impossible, apocalyptic crisis, and suddenly, the two "scientists" in front of them had casually fixed it.

But while the combat-focused Sovereigns were just happy the problem was solved, Orrin looked at them and felt a profound sense of disbelief.

They don’t understand, Orrin thought, his mind racing. They don’t understand what Ash actually just did.

To the Emperors and Sovereigns, "decoding and fixing the law" sounded like standard scientific work. They thought Orrin and Ash had just used a supercomputer to crack an alien code.

But Orrin knew the truth. Ash hadn’t just calculated a solution.

Ash had taken raw, fragmented, undecoded alien data—and from that alone, he had comprehended the fragment of the Unique Origin Law. And as if that wasn’t already groundbreaking and impossible, he had used his own mind and comprehension to perfect that broken fragment into a full, working, flawless Unique Origin Law.

Orrin looked at Ash’s calm, youthful face. He didn’t just read the data. He became the data. He looked at the shattered pieces of a higher-dimensional concept and rebuilt it in his head. That’s not just genius. That’s monstrous. If he ever turns his mind against us, no formation or array in the solar system will stop him.

Sovereign Kael Thorne stepped forward, his massive arms crossing over his chest. The practical, tactical side of his brain was already working, cutting through the scientific euphoria.

"If the Seed’s laws are perfected, it still carries a massive risk," Kael said, his deep voice rumbling through the cabinet. He looked at Orrin, his expression serious. "How can you be so sure that you can fix the seed? The last civilization that created the seed failed and sterilized the planet. We cannot risk it sterilizing the planet a second time."

Kael’s skepticism was earned. He was a man who dealt in physical reality and tactical certainty. Hearing "we fixed an alien planetary engine" made him immediately look for the catch.

"We need a margin of error," Kael continued, laying out the logical option. "We all think it would be better to transfer the physical Seed to Mars. You can fix it and relaunch the experiment there. If it is successful, since Ash has comprehended the Unique Origin Law, we can recreate the process on Earth later."

Kael gestured to the viewport, where the red dot of Mars was barely visible in the distance. "In this case, even if there is a 0.0000001% chance that something goes wrong during the relaunch, only Mars will be affected. It’s already barren. The only thing lost would be our existing, unoccupied base city.

And the reason it is still unoccupied till now is because no one is willing to migrate to a cosmic-energy-barren planet. But if the experiment succeeds there and Mars transforms into a cultivation world, people will willingly migrate to it. It is a win-win for all our situations."

The other Sovereigns and Emperors nodded in agreement. It was the safest, most logical tactical play. It removed the existential risk from Earth while keeping the potential reward intact.

Orrin listened to Kael’s tactical breakdown. A slow, amused smile spread across the older scientist’s face. He looked at Ash, then back at the high command.

"We already guessed you guys would bring up this option," Orrin said, his tone light and conversational. "And it is exactly what we also intended to do. We never intended to experiment on Earth. We are not crazy."

The tension in the room instantly vanished.

Several Martial Emperors and even Sovereign Lyra secretly let out a massive, internal sigh of relief. The subtle shifts in their auras and the slight relaxing of their postures gave them away completely.

They had been genuinely terrified that Ash and Orrin—two brilliant, heaven-defying scientists who just drank the sun and rebuilt alien laws in their heads—were going to stubbornly insist on testing a planetary terraforming engine on their home world and ignore the risks. They had been bracing for an argument with mad scientists.

Ash and Orrin looked at the subtle shifts in the Sovereigns’ auras. They realized exactly what the high command had been thinking.

Ash and Orrin exchanged a glance, looking at the rest of the room in sheer disbelief.

Did they really think we were going to risk blowing up our own planet on purpose just to test a hypothesis? Ash thought, slightly offended. I watch too many shows, but I’m not a supervillain. I like this planet. I have a subscription to the streaming service here.

The humor of the moment settled over the cabinet. The heavy, apocalyptic dread that had filled the room just minutes ago was replaced by a profound, collective exhale.

Ash stepped forward. His silver eyes reflected the faint glow of the holographic runes still fading in the air. The casual, easy-going student persona faded slightly, replaced by the quiet, absolute authority of a Peak Martial Grandmaster who held the power of a star in his cells and the blueprint of a genesis law in his mind.

"Alright," Ash said, his voice calm but carrying effortlessly across the massive command cabinet. "Let’s get to work."

He looked at Kael, then at Lyra, and finally at the rest of the Emperor Circle.

"First order of business: relocating the Seed."

The highest-ranking beings in humanity nodded in unison, fully deferring to the eighteen-year-old boy who had just rewritten the rules of their survival.

The real work was about to begin.

[AN: My mom is going to a wedding tomorrow, so I have to stay, sell products and watch her shop. Because of that, I might only be able to post one more Chapter for tomorrow. My brain really can’t handle doing two things at the same time, and I won’t be able to focus properly on writing.]