Lord of the Truth - Chapter 1804

Chapter 1804: Lord Sahir
“Lord Sahir? And who exactly is that supposed to be?” Robin asked with a wide, almost playful smile, though anyone who looked closely could see that his mind was still wandering somewhere far away.

It was obvious he was still basking in the pleasant afterglow of his exchange with Lord Damir… that message had clearly put him in an unusually good mood.

Not every Behemoth in the universe was obscenely wealthy like Interas or Morpheus — two titans who monopolized essential cosmic goods and maintained empires built on irreplaceable resources.

There were many other Behemoths whose financial foundations were far more fragile, relying heavily on the mining yields of their subordinate planets or on unstable, auxiliary sources of income that fluctuated with the cosmic economy.

The Cursed Behemoth and the Behemoth of Purity were the clearest examples of this disparity.

The former relied almost entirely on selling curses — in the form of talismans, engraved seals, or large-scale arrays — while Kaylis, the Behemoth of Purity, made her living through purifying beings with overwhelming karmic corruption or soul contamination.

For the Cursed Behemoth, if a true and reliable Anti-Curse ever appeared and spread widely, his entire commercial empire would collapse overnight. His marketplace would be annihilated, and he would lose his only significant source of wealth other than raw planetary mining.

As for Kaylis… her situation was even more precarious.

Yes, she was respected — deeply so — by virtually every Behemoth, Monarch, and Grand Symbol across the higher realms. They all treated her politely because one day, any of them might need her cleansing abilities.

But respect was not currency.

Where was she supposed to find a constant flow of patients every single day?

Where would she find criminals wealthy enough — or desperate enough — to pay absurdly high costs for purification?

The Cursed Behemoth was currently facing a full-blown catastrophe, most likely regretting the very moment he agreed to join this cosmic war. And what Robin had just done… was the kind of act only a long, long-time ally would dare attempt.

He had raised their trade level by one entire billion Pearls in an instant — a number large enough to reshape entire galaxies.

That single gesture meant that Robin was willingly stepping in to compensate the Cursed Behemoth for all his wartime losses… and perhaps even give him a surplus beyond them.

But later…

Would Hedrick appreciate what just unfolded?

Would the Cursed Behemoth appreciate the fact that he himself indirectly caused the invention of the Anti-Curse?

Perhaps they would — or perhaps resentment would grow instead.

Either way, those answers would arrive only when fate decided it was time.

“Human Lord,” Timari twirled quickly around Robin’s head, her wings shimmering as she tried to pull his attention back, “Lord Sahir is not one of your close associates. But I selected his message out of tens of millions of irrelevant ones because he is extremely important — and because, technically speaking, you were the one who once invited him to send this message.”

“Me?” Robin’s brows pulled together slightly, confusion flickering.

“He is one of the sons of the Behemoth of Time,” Timari explained, pointing with her tiny glowing finger, “and he is the current overseer of the entire Sands of Time Galaxy. Does that help your memory?”

“Ohh…” Robin raised his eyebrows a bit, realization returning. “Alright then. Show me the message.”

Many years ago, Robin had resolved a rather specialized request from the Sands of Time Galaxy concerning the damage symptoms produced by the Time Chamber.

Not the damage itself — that was impossible to eliminate — but merely the rate at which those side effects appeared.

The whole purpose of his solution had been to draw in more customers and attract fresh waves of users.

If rumors spread that a Time Chamber would only show signs of aging after one hundred years of use instead of ninety, that difference alone would drastically increase its desirability.

After all, the Time Rooms were the galaxy’s greatest treasure — their grandest and most profitable creation.

In the next moment, a projection flickered into existence:

A young man with pale sand-colored hair, his eyes half-open as though he had spent eternity observing the rise and fall of worlds.

His features appeared human, yet there was something unsettling about the infinite calm in his expression — a stillness that did not belong to mortals.

He spoke:

<Greetings. I received your ingenious solutions regarding the delay of the symptoms, and I was also informed that you can offer even superior solutions for the right price. That is the reason for my interest — not because I suffer from any particular issue, but because you are Lord Human, and your insights are always worth listening to. So here I am. Please… show me what you have.>

“Heh~” Robin’s smile twisted into something amused and wicked, “That bastard… goes to a doctor and says: ‘I’m not sick.'”

Technically speaking, he truly isn’t a patient in any real sense. Lord Sahar has never viewed the issue of the Time Chambers as something problematic or alarming, simply because it has existed since the dawn of time. To him, it resembles the natural, unavoidable need to visit the restroom after a meal—an ordinary bodily necessity that no one ever seeks a “treatment” for. At best, one may only postpone the visit… in other words, postpone the symptoms. And Robin had already gifted him that very capability with remarkable precision!

At that moment, Robin tapped the reply button. Instantly, the familiar metallic mask materialized over his face as it always did during official communications.

“Greetings, Lord Sahar. I am genuinely pleased to receive your message, and I sincerely apologize for my delayed response. Now then… regarding the matter at hand: I no longer strive for mere extension or small delays. Lord Sahar, I can conceive multiple methods—true, not absolute methods—to eliminate a considerable portion of the symptoms. Not every single one of them, of course, but enough to allow you to advertise the upgraded chambers in a far stronger, more appealing manner. Isn’t that right?”

He continued, his voice slow and confident,

“…Secondly, isn’t it somewhat wasteful, perhaps even shortsighted, to restrict the applications of the Fundamental Time Law solely to the accelerated Time Chambers and the Time Sands that merely slow the progression of wounds? Even the Eternal Regeneration Armors—an item capable of bringing you immense long-term profit—you have chosen to make exclusive to your noble army alone. Isn’t that, in a sense, an extravagant limitation of potential?”

“…So, how would you feel about several additional proposals? New applications entirely, ones you can commercialize and turn into fresh, sustainable economic sources! I completely understand that the Time-Sand Galaxy avoids unnecessary conflicts and does not chase wealth with blind obsession. However—who among us would refuse a new, clean stream of revenue? In my eyes, what your galaxy can offer should not fall below the power and prosperity of the mighty Tyrant Interas galaxy!”

At that time, Robin’s consciousness—divided into five parallel, fully alert minds—was working at maximum intensity.

“For example, and this is only a small selection: the Sands of oblivion, capable of forcibly or voluntarily erasing memories… Second, the Eternity Platform, a designated ground that automatically seals any person who steps upon it—either to preserve their bodies in a pristine, ageless state, or to imprison them safely. And once they leave the platform, everything returns to normal. And perhaps also… ah, the Stabilizing Serum, which can halt the decay of various organic materials, such as flowers and uprooted plants, preventing them from withering and decomposing immediately after being picked.”

“…Lord Sahar, the applications of Time are virtually limitless. All you truly need is an inventive mind that produces ideas, a skilled Truth Chosen capable of drawing the necessary patterns, and a master of natural and unnatural materials who can prepare inks and rare components… and I happen to possess all of these elements in one place.”

Robin lightly tapped his chest with confidence.

“I am certain—absolutely certain—that I can multiply the income of the Sands of Time Galaxy by fourfold at the very least using only a handful of lightweight applications. And if we decide on a broader collaboration later, it’s possible to multiply it even further. However… the price will exceed simple Pearls. My apologies, but all of this is something I could sell independently without difficulty. Yet out of respect for you, I am placing everything in your hands. The real question is… what will the compensation be?”

He then fixed his gaze on the screen and added,

“…Lord Sahar, if you believe I truly possess the necessary qualifications, then it would be an honor to become your partner.”

With that, he raised a finger and pressed the send button.

“Wow, what a tremendously powerful message!” Timari appeared beside Robin, spinning playfully in the air before giving him a mischievous wink. “Don’t you want to offer a little something to the Dreamer Galaxy as well? Hehe~”

“Hmmm… let’s save that matter for its proper moment~” Robin answered, wearing a strange, slightly uneasy smile.