Lord of the Truth - Chapter 1923 Godfather

Chapter 1923 Godfather

“Sylas?” Robin raised his eyebrows slightly, then shifted his gaze through the academy’s open gate, looking out toward the distant horizon. “A low-level Guardian… a person who has lived for millions of years, and who certainly possesses dozens of planetary-grade artifact-artifacts he spent immense spans of time training with and fully mastering. Someone like that is absolutely not weak by any standard.”

Harper spoke rapidly, unable to restrain himself. “He is nothing compared to you, Your Majesty. You were still a Saint when you faced a Nexus State in the sky, and you subdued another Nexus State in the same day. Two, as we later discovered the first was Lady Helen, daughter of the Behemoth of Destruction, and the second was Lady Renara, our current strongest spearhead, the one who opened Mid Sector 100 for us. You stood before both of them and emerged victorious as a Saint-so what about now?!”

“Haha… it truly wasn’t that simple, Harper.” Robin shook his head slowly. “I didn’t defeat anyone that day. I was merely extraordinarily lucky to come out alive…” There was a trace of helpless amusement in his eyes. They were teaching the new generations some very strange interpretations of what had happened back then. “In any case, I have no intention of leaving at the moment.” “Oh…” Harper let out a long sigh, then straightened himself and bowed deeply. “I apologize for my enthusiasm. Of course, Your Majesty is occupied with work -financially supporting your entire chain of empires. If you were to stop everything and go claim the throne, you wouldn’t have the time or freedom to act. I was hasty in my words.”

“No, no, that’s not the reason.” Robin waved his hand twice, dismissing the thought, then spread his arms slightly. “Here, I can close my eyes and feel completely at ease. I wouldn’t be able to do that anywhere else-not while I possess only this level of strength.”

First Grajnakh, then Zargul the Sorcerer Behemoth. Anyone else who harbored hatred toward Robin, for any reason at all, would simply choose the most direct method-assassinating him outright, or destroying the very planet on which he

rested.

His presence here, under the protection of Althera -even if she was only a low-level Monarch- changed everything. She was still a Monarch of the Repetition Major Fundamental Law. Even if a Behemoth were to arrive personally, he would be forced to exchange several blows with her before she could withdraw safely.

And what would happen in a battle between her and Hedrick-the low-level genius Monarch who dominated the Minor Crumbling Law of the Path of Destruction? The very man who had terrified the armies of multiple Behemoths, whom six millennial empires had crowned as their king. The man who had slain Guardians outright and sent Monarchs back to their homelands bearing wounds so severe they bordered on fatal.

No one knew. No victor could be reliably predicted between the two.

A fighter’s strength is not measured by sheer energy levels-that belief belongs only to fools. All great experts who have lived for millions of years cultivate multiple paths of power, such as soul force and physical strength, to support themselves. They possess hidden trump cards. They wield combat arts that may have been created by their own hands over countless years of refinement. A low-level Guardian who dedicates himself to perfecting his methods may very well surpass a mid-level Monarch who focuses on comfort and indulgence. What truly decides the outcome, in the end, is the battlefield itself. As for the Son of Destruction and Althera -The woman known as the Mirror of Existence, the woman who had battled countless Blue Plagues throughout her long life and emerged victorious time and again-one thing could be stated with certainty if the two were ever to clash: even if Althera were to be defeated, she would retreat calmly, preserving her life, and without suffering any truly serious injuries.

Why would he abandon the academy -this sanctuary of safety- and go play the role of a great emperor in such a difficult era?

Instead of focusing on generating hundreds of billions to silence every hungry mouth, instead of concentrating on the Sixth Path, instead of devoting himself to the massive spacetime projects that could reshape the future-he would go out and throw himself into battles?!

It simply wasn’t his time.

Step.

Step.

“So I’m your personal bodyguard now, am I?” Althera’s voice drifted down from the staircase. “Perhaps I should start charging you a fee for staying here, especially since you’ve stopped teaching altogether.”

“…” Robin slapped his palm against his forehead the moment he heard that voice, then turned toward the stairs with a broad, exaggerated smile. “Haha! The fee is the friendship of the future Great Truth Chosen-and not just any friendship, but a close one. Front-row access!”

“Oh, that sounds extremely tempting. I’m honored,” Althera said, forcing a small smile. When she reached the final step, she stopped firmly and lifted her head with dignity. “Don’t worry, I won’t pressure you again to involve yourself in the academy’s affairs. I understand that the system is changing, and I must change along with it. Even if my academy remains as it is if we take a financial support from you, the rest of the cosmos will fall apart anyway… We, the stellar academies, must find a realistic solution.”

“That’s remarkably rational and admirable of you, Your Highness!” Robin clapped his hands a few times, then showed a sheepish smile. “But… haha… could you please refrain from mentioning my name, or saying that I’m the one who turned the cosmos upside down, in front of anyone? I’d be deeply

grateful.”

“Do you take me for a fool?” Althera replied, knitting her brows slightly. “Any word about you would expose everything that happened between you and the Cosmic Elder-secrets that must never reach another ear. Even if not for your sake, then for the sake of the Cosmic Elder himself, I must remain silent.”

She then began walking toward the gate of the academy building. “However, I will speak about his new intentions before the Supreme Council of the Stellar Academies. I will tell them that he responded to me and stated clearly that he would only appear and intervene if a mature space beast were to emerge, or if a threat of comparable magnitude arose.”

“Oh, that does sound wise,” Robin nodded thoughtfully. With such limits defined, they could at least plan future strategies with some clarity.

Althera paused for a brief moment before continuing. “Return to what you were doing. I won’t distract you any further… and you may remain here for as long as

you wish.”

“Haha, thank you very much, Your Highness!!” Robin waved cheerfully. “I’ll be sure to remember this-“

Hoooz-

At that exact moment, a sharp-edged, rectangular portal tore open beside

Althera.

Color drained instantly from both Althera’s and Robin’s faces. They recognized that portal’s shape far too well-it was the portal forcibly opened by the

Cosmic Elder himself.

“…Did he forget to say something?” Althera muttered.

“I don’t know. Let’s see what he wants,” Robin said with a frown as he began moving toward the portal. “Wait here, Harper”

After speaking, Robin tightened his brows slightly and advanced closer. Althera waited to the side, clearly intending to follow after he entered-she knew full well that if the Cosmic Elder wished to meet someone, it would certainly be

Robin.

But suddenly-bzzzt-a leg emerged from the small portal.

A second step followed, revealing a handsome human youth who appeared to

be in his twenties.

The young man swept his gaze around quickly until it locked onto Robin. He then raised his hand in greeting, smiling casually.

“Godfather Robin?”