"...It is the law responsible for the end of the world."
"...."
Robinâs excitement, once ablaze with curiosity, was snuffed out in an instant. His momentum stalled. His feet froze as he started to look around again.
"...I just told you about the
end of the world
, and youâre already scanning the area looking for a way out?"
The blind old man tilted his head slightly, a hint of genuine offense in his tone.
"Is that how little my words mean to you? Does that phrase stir nothing in your heart?"
"I have
things
to do," Robin said, brushing past the moment with casual dismissal.
"Too many, actuallyâso many that even a full millennium feels like a lazy weekend. I donât have time to stand here and entertain the dramatic prophecies of some lunatic in rags."
He waved his hand dismissively and turned, stepping further into the dense, untamed jungle of the island.
Maybeâjust maybeâthere was a village nearby. Someone who could tell him
where the hell he was.
By his own estimation, he had spent several years in transitâprecisely three years and eight months.
That certainly wasnât a short trip... and it most definitely didnât feel like a simple jump within Mid-Sector 100.
He hadnât traveled across sectors before, not really, so he didnât know exactly how long such a leap should take.
But one thing was certain: he hadnât landed anywhere
close
to where he was supposed to be.
First, he needed to know where he was. Then, he could find a way to make his way toward Mid-Sector 99, just as he had intended from the start.
Zooooooooâ
A sudden, dizzying wave of vertigo struck him. The ground twisted beneath his feet, the world spunâand before he could even reactâ
He was back.
On the beach.
Facing the blind old man again.
"...?!"
"And that," the old man said with a sharp breath, "is why I called you ignorant."
His tone was filled with equal parts disappointment and frustration.
"You have someone like
me
standing right in front of you, offering you insightsâ
ancient truths
, freely givenâand yet you act like a spoiled child. You turn your back and walk away without so much as a thank you."
He shook his head slowly, as if Robinâs arrogance physically pained him.
"Your narcissism... your inflated self-worth... itâs off the charts. Honestly, I have no idea how youâre still alive."
"Donât accuse me of what
you
are!" Robin snapped, his voice rising with heat.
"Just a moment ago you said the Law of Truth was
weak
, and now you claim itâs responsible for the
end of the world
? Are you kidding me?! Thatâs not just wrongâitâs absurd beyond comprehension!"
He threw his arms wide, taking the matter seriously now, truly offended.
"There is no law more peaceful than the Law of Truth.
When I first awakened it, I couldnât even use it for
combat
! Nothing.
Even after I learned some tricks, they were either defensive or purely supportive.
You yourself
said itâs a law for observing things, not interfering with them.
So tell meâhow can that possibly line up with your ridiculous doomsday theory?!
Did whatever blinded your eyes also
scramble your brain?
"
"Based on everything
we know
about the Law of Truth," the blind man responded calmly, "yesâitâs useless. Functionally inert. What does it do? It lets you
see patterns
."
He gestured toward Robin with a tilt of his head.
"Before you ever arrived on a planet... tell meâwas there a Truth Chosen who laid the groundwork before you?
Or did you find complex systems already in placeâtechniques, structures, toolsâall created by people who didnât even
know
what a Master Law
was
?"
"...."
Robin had no words. The silence between them was loud.
The old man was right. Completely.
Planet Jura had advanced all the way to level 40 without a Truth Chosen.
They had even created awe-inspiring technologies like
Divine Decree Embodiment
âon their own.
And it wasnât just Jura.
Orphanâs Blood. Greenland. Nearly every planet touched by the True Beginning Empire had made progress without ever seeing a Truth Chosen.
Only Nihari had birthed three of themâincluding Jabba, the most recentâ
And even that mightâve been due to Nihariâs unique position as a
galactic seed,
or just pure coincidence.
And ironically, Nihari didnât benefit much from the three!
On every world, the same pattern emerged:
Primitive techniques were created first. Then, over the course of generations, they were refined, purified, perfected.
A Truth Chosen could dramatically accelerate this evolutionâbut their presence was never
necessary.
"The so-called
Eye of Truth
is, in my view, nothing but a joke."
The old man exhaled sharply.
"Itâs a small tip, a token of appreciationâthrown down by the cosmic laws when they find someone curious enough to keep digging.
A breadcrumb."
Then his expression changedâhis voice steadied into something deeper.
"But the Master Law of Truth...
That is
not
the Eye of Truth.
It is not a reward."
He raised a finger as if pointing to something distant beyond the horizon.
"It is a force. A thread in the loom of the cosmos, woven into the
final Chapter
of existence."
"The Master Law of Truth... has nothing to do with the Eye of Truth?"
A strange smile curled on Robinâs lips as he tilted his head.
His voice was thick with sarcasm.
"Youâre rambling.
Your mindâs gone.
And judging by the state of your nonsense, itâs getting worse.
Seriouslyâhave you seen a doctor lately?"
"Are you rejecting your teacherâs words simply because you donât like them?"
The blind old manâs brows knitted together, his tone calm, but with a quiet edge of disappointmentâalmost like a father reprimanding a wayward child.
Robin, unfazed, scoffed and waved his hand with a flick of irritation.
"Iâm rejecting them because theyâre complete nonsense. Empty words.
What could
you
possibly know about Truthâor the divine nature of the cosmic laws that shape existence itself?!"
"...Far more than you could imagine,"
The old man sighed, a sound that carried centuries of weariness.
Then, slowlyâdeliberatelyâhe raised his right hand toward his face.
"I know how suffocating the eye of truth can be. How it doesnât inspire... but
paralyzes.
I know itâs the most frustrating, disorienting, and progress-stalling law ever born from the fabric of existence.
If you cling to it too tightly... youâll spend your entire life shackledâenslaved to a role with no reward, chasing a dream with no substance. A phantom goal with no flesh... only illusion."
"You senile old fool, stop your drivel before Iâ"
Robin stepped forward, his hand tightening into a fist, eyes narrowed as if ready to lash out.
But the words froze in his throat.
The old manâs fingers had already reached the worn gray band tied around his head.
And with aching slowness, he lifted the right sideârevealing the hollow socket beneath.
"..."
Robinâs frown deepened, as expected.
There was nothing inside. Just emptiness. A void where an eye shouldâve been.
And thenâ
Vzzzzhhhhh...
The air changed.
Energy stirred, softly at firstâthen gathered like a silent storm.
A swirl of glowing essence began to spiral around the empty eye socket, forming a concentrated vortex of reality-bending power.
And before Robin could speakâ
The vortex began to coalesce into an eye.
A real eye.
Alive. Aware. Radiating something far beyond physicality.
Clap. Clap.
Robin mockingly clapped his hands together, his sarcasm thick.
"How dramatic. Bravo, old man. The mysterious aura, the ancient gestures, the glowing energyâitâs all very spooky.
Iâm so impressed. Lookâgoosebumps."
But the display didnât vanish.
Instead, the spiral faded gently, and in its place remained a beautiful eyeâclear as sunlight on still water.
Flawless. Crystalline. Beautiful in a way that defied anatomy.
Even Robinâmockery still fresh on his tongueâcouldnât help but stare for several moments.
"Oh? Did your body
really
have goosebumps?"
The old manâs mouth curled into a grin, revealing that jagged gap where his teeth shouldâve been.
Then, without warning, a glow began to build in that new eye.
Its dark hue shiftedâ
into a piercing, luminous green.
Robinâs breath caught.
The green glow wasnât just light.
"Hmm... Muscular tension: zero. Pulse: normal. Respiration: steady.
Youâre lying, my dear disciple, you didnât have goosebumps," the old man said with a smirk.
Step. Step.
Robin instinctively stepped backward, his heart skipping a beat, eyes wide.
"Th-this... this is... the
Eye of Truth
?!"
Of course he recognized it.
That unmistakable glowâthe sacred green lightâhad accompanied him all the way through his early journey, up until Level 20.
He had seen his student, Jabba, use it countless times in battle and in research.
This was the original, unfiltered, undistorted Eye of Truth.
"Itâs garbage," the old man muttered bitterly, breaking the silence with pure disdain.
"A worthless ornament. A cosmic
pity prize.
"
Then, before Robin could react, the old man pulled his hand backâ
And in one swift, horrifying motionâ
Swooshâ
He plunged all five fingers deep into the eye socket...
...And ripped the glowing eye out.
"..."
Blood exploded instantly, coating the old manâs face in dark streaks, pouring freely down his wrinkled cheeks, pooling on the sands below like spilled ink.
The green glow flickered, twisted, and died.
"Wh-what are you doing, you
maniac?
"
Robin shouted, but even his voice wavered.
His reaction came too lateânot because he didnât care, but because his brain simply couldnât
comprehend
what he had just witnessed.
This wasnât a performance.
This was madness given form.
"Hehehe... Relax," the old man chuckled, as if he had just removed a splinter.
"It was just a first-stage Eye of Truth. Pathetic, really."
He calmly retied the cloth over his now-bloody socket, sealing the void once more with quiet finality.
Then, without even glancing at Robin, he turned toward the sea...
And
tossed the glowing eye
into the ocean like trash.
"Itâll serve better as fish food."