Timeless Assassin - Chapter 1027 Aftermath

Chapter 1027 Aftermath

(Aftermath of the explosion, Across the Universe)

In the immediate aftermath of the explosions, the first reaction across the galaxy was confusion.

Then came fear.

But as the hours passed and no clear explanation emerged from the authorities, that fear slowly began to transform into something far more dangerous.

Doubt.

For the common citizens of the universe, the psychological shock of the Cult’s coordinated attacks ran far deeper than the destruction itself, because for many of them, faith in the system had already been eroding for months.

Ever since the collapse of the old order and the chaotic power struggles that followed the Great War on The Pit, the promise of stability had repeatedly failed to materialize.

The newly restored Universal Government, now operating under the nominal leadership of Eternal Sovereign Kaelith, had promised order.

Security.

Protection.

Yet despite those promises, hundreds of planets had been hit.

Usually, only planets close to the Cult territory used to face such problems, however this time, even supposedly peaceful worlds were proving vulnerable to sudden, devastating attacks.

Which raised the question that if hundreds of bombs could be

planted across the universe without anyone noticing…

Then what exactly were the authorities doing?

Across countless planets, that same question began to echo through streets, markets, and homes.

“What are they doing to protect us?”

Local administrators issued statements.

Emergency councils were convened.

Investigations were announced.

But none of them could offer immediate answers, and answers were exactly what the common people demanded.

Because the truth was painfully obvious to anyone paying attention.

The authorities had no real control over the universe anymore.

Security patrols increased across major cities.

New checkpoints appeared in transport hubs.

Surveillance networks expanded overnight.

Yet none of those measures reassured the public, because the explosions had already happened, and the damage had already been done.

So now, no one could say with certainty that there were not more bombs waiting to detonate somewhere else.

As the days passed, a quiet shift began taking place across the economic and political landscape of the galaxy.

Merchants, traders, and independent guilds began making decisions behind closed doors.

Some of them continued paying their taxes.

But many did not.

For they did not see the point behind funding a government that could not even guarantee basic safety?

Afterall, why contribute to an authority that could not even detect

explosives planted across hundreds of worlds?

At first the refusals were subtle.

Delayed payments.

Accounting discrepancies.

Logistical excuses.

But the pattern slowly became impossible to ignore.

Revenue streams began shrinking.

Trade enforcement officers found themselves increasingly ignored.

Across major trade hubs, rumors spread that entire merchant coalitions were quietly agreeing to suspend their contributions to the

Universal Government.

Not as an open rebellion.

But as a silent protest.

While at the same time, another shift began to take shape among the

wider population.

Those already unhappy with the current order began drifting toward

alternative voices.

Political agitators.

Anti-government philosophers.

Underground networks that openly argued that centralized authority had failed the universe.

“These attacks prove what we have been saying all along.”

“That the so-called protectors of the universe cannot even protect their own citizens.”

“Why should we follow laws written by Gods who cannot defend us?”

Across countless worlds, such rhetoric began finding new audiences.

Public gatherings became louder.

Debates became angrier.

In some cities, protest groups began forming outside administrative buildings, demanding accountability from local authorities.

“What steps are you taking to ensure the safety of our families?”

“What guarantee do we have that our city will not be next?”

Officials attempted to calm the crowds.

Committees were formed.

Statements were drafted.

But behind the scenes, even the administrators knew the truth.

There were no guarantees.

The bombs had been planted in complete secrecy and nobody really

knew how….

They had been hidden across hundreds of planets, and no one knew

how many more remained undiscovered, as that uncertainty hung over the universe like a storm cloud.

As the days passed, more and more citizens began quietly asking themselves a troubling question.

If the government could not protect them…

Then why remain loyal to it at all?

For some, the answer was simple.

They would not.

Across trade networks, border regions, and independent colonies,

loyalty to the new universal order began slowly fracturing.

Some simply withdrew from civic participation.

Others began aligning themselves with local militias, guild coalitions,

or independent defense groups.

While a smaller but growing number began openly embracing anarchy-driven movements that rejected centralized authority

entirely.

In the end, it seemed as though the Cult’s bombs had done more than

destroy buildings.

They had shaken the very foundation of public trust.

And as fear continued to spread across the galaxy, the idea that the current system might already be failing became harder and harder to

dismiss.

(Meanwhile, Leo’s POV)

In the hours following his reunion with his family, Leo found his mind

clearer than it had ever been before, allowing him to make several crucial decisions while this rare moment of clarity lasted.

The first, and perhaps the most important decision he made, was to

relocate himself and his family to the Time Stilled World for an undetermined period, at least until he ascended to the Demi-God Realm.

The destruction of Ixtal had shown him just how vulnerable the Cult truly was against vengeful gods. And although he understood the importance of maintaining public appearances as the Cult Master, he also realized that doing so while lacking the strength to contend against Gods was ultimately pointless. Which was why he resolved to begin a training retreat immediately.

Secondly, he decided to write a rather scathing letter to Moltherak,

pulling on every string he could think of to provoke the Dragon God, as he attempted to instigate him into avenging the fall of Ixtal on the Cult’s behalf while Leo trained within the Time Stilled World. Finally, the last decision he made was to order the Cult Army to begin stockpiling supplies for a long war.

Because in a year’s time, Leo expected himself to emerge from the Time Stilled World as a Demi-God, ready to lead the Cult across the universe on a revenge campaign unlike anything it had seen before.