Lord of the Truth - Chapter 2057 Special ability of Will

Chapter 2057 Special ability of Will

“…Will?!”

Richard furrowed his brows hard, his expression tightening as confusion and disbelief mixed across his face.

“Yes. It is the eighth Master Law, the mysterious one,”

Robin paused for a few moments, as if choosing his words carefully. “As far as I know, no one in history has ever reached even the first level of it. Not a single recorded figure, not a single legend. It is so mysterious that even its name is not agreed upon.”

“And I have this thing?!”

Richard pointed at himself forcefully, almost in disbelief. “Don’t you think you’re exaggerating a little? This sounds absurd, even for you.”

“Let’s revisit a few memories then, shall we?”

Robin showed a faint, calm smile, one that carried more meaning than

amusement.

“On the day your second soul appeared for the first time, you wanted to live, and so you did. You wanted to absorb your enemies’ energy to heal yourself, and it happened. You wanted to be strong and brave enough to survive what awaited you, and it happened through the formation of a second soul, not an illusion, not a fragment, but a complete existence.”

Then he waved his hand slowly, as if brushing through invisible memories.

“True, after that you turned into a spectacle, a kind of twisted sport. Young Nihari Giants paid money to enter and fight you, treating you like entertainment, like a living arena. And in the end, they cut off your limbs anyway. Your condition became worse than it had ever been, your body broken, your dignity shattered, and that continued for decades of suffering and humiliation… and yet, what you wished for still happened.”

“I don’t think that proves anything at all,”

Richard shook his head, his voice low, heavy with resistance and denial.

“During our battles against Pythor and his army,”

Robin snapped his fingers sharply.

“You gifted Caesar wings of life energy, thinking that would ease the symptoms exhausting him and bring him closer to death. Even I was confused when I first saw those wings. Life energy is not the opposite of death. it’s the opposite, Death is the nemesis of life. By logic, what would Caesar gain from more life energy?”

Then he paused briefly, his gaze steady.

“But I stayed silent when I saw that it worked, and Caesar truly benefited from the wings. His body stabilized. His existence endured. His condition changed in ways it should not have changed… That’s what you wished for, isn’t it?”

Then he waved again, slowly.

“Yes, Caesar was nearly killed several times in the final battle against Pythor and his army, and his condition was the worst among everyone. He stood closer to death than any of us. And yet… what you wished for happened.” “Are you saying I harmed my brother Caesar?!”

Richard raised his voice slightly, anger and fear colliding in his tone. “On that planet!”

Robin cut him off immediately.

“After a planetary king attacked you and trapped you inside the planet, after he suspected the law you were using, after you killed his entire family and wiped out children and women, after guilt nearly destroyed you from the inside, and the conflict between your two souls reached its peak, and your other half wished that someone would help him get rid of that curse, of you… Serene appeared and helped him, pulling him out of the cycle of slaughter and blood.” Then he waved again, slower this time.

“True, she ultimately failed to help. True, you loved her but could not touch her. True, misfortune struck her family, her dream was abandoned, and she was dragged into the conflict against her will… and yet, what you wished for still happened. Someone appeared. Someone answered that desire. Someone helped you.”

“…Are you saying I bring bad luck?”

Richard asked in fear, his voice trembling, barely holding itself together.

“When you wanted a stronger ability that would let you avoid killing humans and creatures directly, the anti-life ability manifested, a power that even you don’t fully understand how to use.”

Robin continued calmly, relentlessly.

“Yes, it is an incomplete ability. Your breakthrough later failed. You nearly died under the weight of one final irrational attack, your existence on the brink of collapse, if not for the developed instant-teleportation array that pulled you out of the entire planet… but you got what you wished for. Not safely. But you got it.”

Then he looked straight into Richard’s eyes, his gaze heavy, unblinking, absolute.

“Do you want me to continue?”

Richard’s eyes began to tremble violently, his breathing unsteady, as if the weight of every word was finally crushing down on his mind and soul at once. “Take another one. One more case I want your opinion on… Something I’ve never truly understood myself.”

Robin exhaled slowly.

“It was a strange and unbelievably fast event among the elites of the eastern region of Nihari. One moment I was sitting in a formal meeting, surrounded by advisors and reports, and the next moment I found myself in the Northern Region without any clear reason or warning. No calculations. No planning. No

logic.”

He shook his head slightly.

“Even though I could have sent an envoy first to investigate, even though that would have been the rational and strategic choice… I didn’t. And that alone is abnormal for me. It’s not my nature to act on impulse like that.”

Robin gestured calmly with one hand.

“That day when we first met… when I came to see you, and you told me about Mila’s death… did you wish for something at that moment? Truly, deeply wish

for something?”

Then his expression tightened, his brows drawing together.

“Or to be more precise… did your brother, the original initial soul, wish for

something?”

“…!?”

Richard looked down slowly, terror spreading across his face, his breathing growing shallow, sweat pouring down his skin.

“…A few days before that… he was crying while talking to a chair…”

His voice trembled.

“He kept crying and telling the chair, Cherie, that he was tired… that he couldn’t

endure it anymore… that he just wanted to get out of there, no matter how…”

Robin stared at the side of Richard’s face in silence, studying every detail, then

nodded several times, slowly and heavily.

“And it happened,” he said quietly.

“There was something that pushed me toward you. Something unseen, something irrational. I was the only one on that entire planet who could have

had both the power and the motive to get you out.”

Then a bitter, sarcastic smile formed on his lips.

“True, I was betrayed by the Nihari Union Clan. True, I was forced to build the Shadow Swords forces and multiple elite units just to reach you and get you

out.”

His eyes hardened.

“But in the end… what was wished for happened. And you were freed after

nearly two decades of imprisonment and suffering.”

…….

Richard felt as if the sky itself was collapsing on his chest, crushing his lungs,

his thoughts, his heart.

“What?”

Robin laughed lightly, but there was no humor in it.

“Have you started replaying your life in your mind?”

He tilted his head.

“Searching for more moments like this? More impossible coincidences? More

events that shouldn’t have happened… but did?”

Then he gestured casually.

“Think about how you built additional foundations of the Law of Life Flame,

even though you knew nothing about the law itself. You were just a helpless

child who knew nothing but crying and pain.”

He continued steadily,

“True, those extra foundations didn’t help you escape. They didn’t save you.

They only increased your fame, which made your suffering worse. Your torture intensified. Your isolation deepened. Until Peon finally facilitated your

smuggling operation and pulled you out.”

His voice lowered.

“But the essence is simple… you wanted more foundations to become stronger.

And it happened.”

“Enough.”

Richard raised his voice slightly, his eyes filled with hostility, fear, and

confusion all at once.

Then his expression slowly collapsed.

His white hair fell like the peak of a frozen mountain.

His shoulders sank.

He lifted his broken eyes, hugged his knees to his chest, and whispered,

“I understand…” Then he clenched his teeth, his voice shaking with self-hatred.

“I am the greatest bringer of misfortune. I am the source of everything bad. I

am the reason behind every disaster.”

Bam

Robin lunged forward, grabbed his son by the collar with brutal force, and

yanked him up. His eyes were sharp, burning with intensity and certainty.

“You, little shit, carry the key to the greatest secret in the universe!”

Then he shoved him back hard.

“I don’t know whether you were born with that ability,” he said firmly,

“or whether you obtained it on the day the second initial soul appeared… but it IS with you.”

He paused, letting the words sink in.

Then he continued slowly, with terrifying clarity:

“An ability from the Master Law of Will. A power that manifests your deepest,

most intense desires and forces them into reality by manipulating the very laws

of the world itself, manipulating even other master laws…”

His voice lowered.

“At the cost of catastrophic misfortune. Misfortune that strikes you… or strikes

the one connected to the wish… or both.”

He turned his gaze slowly toward the sea, his expression dark and distant.

“Let’s call it…”

He paused.

“The Cursed Manifestation.”