Timeless Assassin

Chapter 1009 Training

(Planet V-Star, Leo’s POV)

After grasping the basics of what the projection wanted him to sense, Leo wasted no more time, as he opened a Fourth Dimensional Portal and stepped right through.

*FWOOSH*

The world shifted instantly as color dulled and sound flattened into a muted hum, while distance felt strangely unanchored, as though space itself no longer followed intuitive rules.

*Step*

*Step*

He walked several measured steps forward, far enough that the opening behind him became an anchor rather than a distraction, and then he stopped moving entirely, planting his feet firmly as he allowed his body and thoughts to settle into complete stillness.

For several seconds he did nothing but breathe, before slowly and deliberately spreading his aura outward, like mist dispersing across still water, as he stretched it in all directions to form a wide circular field around himself while focusing only on sensing drift, slope, gradient, or any variation that resembled what the projection had described.

However, much to his annoyance, only silence greeted him.

No pull tugged at one side of his aura, no subtle leaning brushed against his perception, and no distortion disturbed the symmetry of his expanded field, as he closed his eyes and thinned his aura even further, reducing its density while increasing its sensitivity, forcing himself to relax rather than strain, remembering clearly the warning about inventing false sensations out of impatience.

Minutes passed in quiet concentration as he remained stationary, his

mind calm and breath steady while his aura threads brushed against the invisible structure of the dimension, yet nothing answered him in

return.

He felt space.

He sensed faint fluctuations in dimensional pressure.

But time, if it truly existed here as a gradient, remained indistinguishable from the background.

By the time the hour drew to a close, a restrained irritation had begun to form beneath his composure, not because he lacked focus, but because despite following every instruction precisely and maintaining perfect stillness, he had detected nothing of significance, no slope, no variance, no scars, only the quiet, indifferent vastness of the Fourth Dimension itself.

*Sigh*

When the hour finally ended, Leo exhaled slowly as he retracted his aura in controlled increments before reopening a portal and stepping back into the hut, where the projection observed him with an expression that suggested he had expected exactly this outcome.

“I felt dimensional pressure and spatial distortion, but nothing that resembled a temporal gradient,” Leo said evenly, his tone controlled but faintly edged with frustration. “If time truly behaves like a field here, then it is either impossibly subtle or I am still blind to it.”

The projection showed no disappointment, as he simply nodded once and replied that such an outcome was entirely expected, because senses conditioned for a lifetime within the Third Dimension would not suddenly recalibrate after a single hour of exposure, and that mastery of even one of the three fundamental laws was never a matter of a single attempt, but rather of persistence sustained across countless failures.

Leo rubbed the back of his neck as he absorbed those words, feeling no triumph and no revelation from his first attempt, only the quiet

weight of an unseen structure that refused to reveal itself, while the projection concluded calmly that they would continue tomorrow, and that progress would come not from forcing insight, but from returning again and again until perception finally sharpened enough to detect what had always been there.

(Meanwhile, Kaelith’s POV)

In a development that Kaelith could only describe as both unexpected and advantageous, just as he began contemplating how to reclaim the favor of the Great Clans and draw them back under his influence, it was the Great Clan Gods themselves who reached out to him first, bearing a proposal so surprising that even he had not anticipated such an approach.

[Respected Eternal Sovereign,

Due to recent developments where the Deceiver Mauriss has bared his fangs against the Great Clans, we have collectively decided to reconsider our alliance with the Universal Government, and decided to redraw an arrangement under new terms.

If acceptable to you, the Great Clans would like to re-recognise the legitimacy of the Universal Government, and adopt a singular trade and governance structure, that would be solely governed by you.

In return, we would expect you to help us punish the Deceiver, and become a long term ally of the Great Clans.

Please note, while we do plan to acknowledge the legitimacy of the universal government as an organisation, we do not accept being

subservient to it.

Which means, any and all decisions made by the Universal Government would be suggestions rather than binding decisions, which each Clan can choose to follow or not.

However, in our eyes this is a win-win for all, as together, not only can we curtail the influence of Mauriss, but also of the Dragon Moltherak,

and the Cult.

Eagerly awaiting a response,

Yu Kiro.]

The letter read, as reading it, Kaelith could not help but smile from

ear to ear.

“Mauriss, Mauriss, Mauriss.

You’re an absolute nightmare to have as an ally.

However, you’re even worse to have as an enemy.”

Kaelith muttered, as he chuckled at how a single attack by Mauriss achieved what he could probably never have accomplished on his

own.

“It’s interesting that they want to make me a nominal head, who is nothing more than a glorified leader of a crumbling organisation. However, under the current universal climate, I don’t mind that at all.

As long as they back me while I take down the Cult, and protect me from the aftermath, I’ll become a nominal head if I have to.” Kaelith muttered, as he understood perfectly well that the Great Clans were still adamant about not becoming subservient to him, however, he decided to let it slide for the time being, as long as the optics of his supremacy remained intact.

“Unexpected for sure. However, it seems like it won’t take me a decade to exact my revenge on the Cult afterall….”