Timeless Assassin - Chapter 1149 Contrast
(Three Months Later, Planet Satoru, Leo’s POV)
The three months following the Emergency Gods Summit passed in a strangely calm yet dangerous manner, as although war continued spreading steadily across the universe, the large-scale retaliation that Leo eventually expected from the Righteous Alliance never truly arrived.
As despite nearly five months passing since Yu Kiro’s death, there were no major actions that were taken by the enemy.
Instead, the Cult continued expanding almost methodically.
One planet, then another, then one more after that.
At a pace of roughly one conquered world per month, the Cult steadily pushed deeper into Righteous Alliance territory while resistance remained surprisingly disorganized compared to what Leo originally anticipated.
However, although their territorial expansion proceeded smoothly on the surface, the pressure surrounding Yu Kiro’s disappearance only continued growing heavier with each passing week.
Divine probes constantly descended toward Planet Satoru.
Spies multiplied.
Questions spread.
And more than once, strange divine senses brushed against Cult controlled territory searching desperately for traces of the missing Yu Clan God.
Yet despite all that effort, nobody managed to uncover the truth.
Because the wider universe still fundamentally refused to believe that a Demi God could truly kill a God.
Which meant that although suspicions continued growing, most powers still leaned toward the theory that Yu Kiro had become trapped somewhere within the endless folds of the fourth dimension, instead of ending up dead.
Meanwhile, while the Cult quietly consolidated its gains, the Great Clans themselves began devouring Yu Clan territory exactly as Leo originally predicted.
Using the excuse of instability following the death of the Yu Clan Patriarch and the prolonged disappearance of Yu Kiro himself, the Mu, Lu, Du, and Ru Clans gradually moved troops and administrators into one Yu Clan region after another.
Military command shifted first.
Then economic oversight.
Then political authority.
And before long, almost every major Yu Clan territory had effectively fallen beneath external control despite technically still remaining under Yu Clan ownership on paper.
What surprised Leo most was how little resistance the Yu Clan itself offered throughout the entire process.
There were no large civil wars.
No desperate retaliations.
No suicidal last stands.
Instead, the Yu Clan simply accepted its humiliation quietly, because everyone understood the same brutal reality.
Without Yu Kiro standing above them like an immovable pillar, the current Yu Clan no longer possessed the strength necessary to push the other Great Clans back.
And so, while the vultures tore apart the carcass slowly piece by piece, the once prideful Yu Clan endured the humiliation silently like a crippled beast waiting for death.
“What a bunch of spineless cowards…..”
Leo muttered as he clicked his tongue and shook his head.
It seemed like after the death of their most important military commanders on ‘The Pit’, and the loss of several divisions in trying to capture planet Satoru, the rest of the Yu Clan no longer had a spine left, as they simply rolled over like toothless pups.
As in hindsight, the entire situation almost felt surreal to Leo.
A God disappearing had shifted the balance of the universe more violently than even several planetary wars combined.
And because the Great Clans remained distracted fighting over Yu Clan territory amongst themselves, the Cult’s own expansion continued largely unanswered for the time being.
However, if there was one development in particular that truly caught Leo’s attention during these past three months, it was Caleb’s increasingly exceptional battlefield performance.
Because unlike Mairon, who was carving his own path as an outlaw, Caleb had become almost the perfect model soldier.
Disciplined.
Reliable.
Calm under pressure.
And frighteningly effective during actual warfare.
As reports suggested that during one of the Cult’s recent planetary conquest campaigns, Caleb went far beyond expectations to save countless lives, as he personally held back over two dozen enemy Lieutenants alone to ensure the safe retreat of his surrounded unit.
At one critical stage of the battle, another Lieutenant’s division reportedly pushed too deeply into enemy territory before becoming trapped inside a narrow urban chokepoint, while enemy artillery and bombardment units began closing in from every direction simultaneously.
Under normal circumstances, the entire situation should have collapsed into a complete massacre.
However, Caleb reacted almost instantly.
Rather than panicking or recklessly charging forward, he quickly reorganized surrounding defensive formations, stabilized retreat lines, and personally led a counter push through the chokepoint itself while calmly directing suppressive fire and troop rotations under extreme battlefield pressure.
For nearly forty minutes straight, he held the defensive corridor almost perfectly despite overwhelming enemy pressure, buying enough time for the trapped Lieutenant’s forces to safely regroup and withdraw before total annihilation became inevitable.
And because of that decision alone, thousands of soldiers survived a situation that should have ended in complete disaster.
Yet despite earning enormous praise afterward, Caleb himself reportedly remained almost unchanged.
There was no arrogance.
No inflated ego.
No reckless pride.
Instead, he continued behaving exactly the same way he always had.
Training harder than everyone else.
Following orders precisely.
Treating superiors respectfully.
And helping junior soldiers whenever possible without caring about status or recognition.
Which was why, according to multiple reports, Caleb had become unusually well-liked throughout his division and was inspiring many within the army to become like him.
Because unlike many talented elites, Caleb never carried himself like someone inherently superior to others.
And somehow, that only made his excellence stand out even more.
As while Mairon inspired fierce loyalty through conviction and emotion, Caleb inspired trust naturally through competence, discipline, and quiet reliability.
And honestly, reading those reports reassured Leo greatly as a father.
Because although one son was now walking an uncertain path through chaos and rebellion, at least the other still seemed capable of inheriting the Cult’s future properly someday.
“Caleb is shaping up to be what I hoped both my children would be like someday.
He’s close to breaking through to the Monarch realm and rising to hold the rank of a Commander.
And as per Silva, he’s already got the wits and calm necessary to lead his own division…..”
“Very soon, he may become one of the most important soldiers in the Cult Army….”
Leo muttered, as he let out a proud sigh.
The times ahead were filled with uncertainties, and yet, knowing that he had such a reliable son, gave him some peace of mind at the least.
