Noah did not open his eyes immediately after withdrawing his consciousness from the outside world.

He let the silence settle.

The bakery had quieted down. The last customers had left, and his parents were cleaning up in the background. The smell of baked bread lingered in the air. The smell felt really attracting to him, grounding him, anchoring him to something human.

Only then did Noah turn his attention inside the ring.

To the storage ring.

The moment his will touched it, the ring responded without resistance. There was no barrier, no need for brute force or cracking seals. It welcomed him like a subordinate acknowledging its true master.

His consciousness slipped inside.

The first sensation Noah felt was a vast scale.

Space unfolded endlessly in all directions, layered and stabilized by formations so refined they bordered on art. Noah paused, instinctively measuring the volume.

"…About the size of a solar system," he muttered.

This was not an exaggeration.

Entire planets could have been stored here without crowding the space. The officials of the Aetherion Primordial Empire had not simply used this ring as a container. They had turned it into a mobile treasury, a private universe designed to hoard everything of value they encountered.

Light flowed softly through the void, emanating from millions of embedded nodes that acted as artificial stars. Each region was clearly separated, segmented by invisible boundaries that prevented interference.

Order.

Everything here was arranged with cold, meticulous logic.

Noah drifted forward.

The first region he entered was filled with cultivation resources.

Floating islands stretched across the void, each one carrying neatly arranged materials. Herbs grew in suspended soil, their roots glowing faintly as they absorbed artificial spiritual energy. Fruits the size of mountains pulsed with vitality, their skins etched with natural runes. Rivers of liquid essence flowed through transparent channels, categorized by color and density.

Golden liquids that strengthened the soul.

Silver fluids that repaired damaged laws.

Crimson essence that nourished bloodlines.

Pills were stacked like constellations, each sealed within crystal spheres. Some were simple refinement pills, others were capable of elevating a mortal directly into the ranks of legends. The aura leaking from a few clusters alone was enough to cause spatial distortion.

To any cultivator, this place would have been paradise.

To Noah, it was just an inventory.

He examined them calmly, scanning their properties, filtering what could be useful.

"Decent," he said.

Not because they were weak, but because they were limited. These resources were designed to push growth within an existing framework. They could accelerate cultivation, reinforce foundations, and heal damage.

But they could not elevate existence. Beside he couldn't cultivate normally, so they were not very useful to him.

But for his family, those resources would be enough.

Noah moved on.

The second region made the first look gentle.

Weapons.

They were suspended in perfect alignment, arranged by function and threat level. Swords, sabers, spears, halberds. Each one carried a unique presence. Some hummed quietly, others screamed in suppressed fury.

Beyond melee weapons were firearms.

Guns that fired compressed antimatter.

Cannons capable of collapsing moons.

Planetary annihilation arrays sealed within compact frames.

One weapon resembled a floating ring of metal shards, constantly rearranging themselves. Noah sensed that it attacked not matter, but probability. A single activation could ensure that a target's death became inevitable across all possible futures.

"…Overkill! But the primordial empire can build this kind of weapons?," Noah thought calmly.

Even so, he acknowledged their value. Against civilizations, fleets, or entrenched domains, these weapons could end wars in seconds.

He felt nothing for them.

Weapons were tools for those who lacked authority.

The third region contained cosmic crystals.

Noah hovered before a cluster of legendary grade crystals.

Each one could drive an empire mad with greed.

Then, as he was about to move deeper—

The Creation Lotus trembled.

The Destruction Crown followed immediately after.

Noah stopped.

This was not resonance caused by power.

This was something else.

The lotus spun faster, its petals radiating a warm golden glow. At the same time, the Destruction Crown emitted a deep purple light, heavy and oppressive, carrying the essence of annihilation.

Creation and destruction.

Both reacting at once.

Noah frowned slightly.

"That's rare."

As they they had sensed something familiar to them.

He followed the sensation.

The space ahead shifted, revealing a smaller, isolated zone tucked behind layers of concealment formations. These formations were not defensive. They were meant to obscure, to prevent observation.

At the center of this zone floated a single object.

An obsidian cube.

It was perfectly smooth, devoid of inscriptions or runes, rotating slowly in the void. The surface absorbed light instead of reflecting it, making it seem like a hole punched into reality.

Around it hovered a thin seal, ancient and faded.

Noah read it instantly.

It was a description the count wrote according to his observtion.

"The cube is mysterious. I can't find any information from it, but I know it is extremely valuable."

That alone told him everything.

The officials of the empire catalogued everything.

If they could not identify it, they either destroyed it or locked it away forever.

This cube had survived.

Noah's gaze sharpened.

The moment his focus aligned completely with the cube, the reaction intensified inside his sea of conciousness intensified.

The Creation Lotus erupted with golden radiance.

The Destruction Crown answered with a surge of violent purple light.

For the first time, their power manifested outside his sea of consciousness after returning to this world.

Two beams.

One of pure creation.

One of absolute destruction.

They pierced through Noah's sea of conciousness, through space itself, and descended upon the obsidian cube.

The seal disintegrated instantly.

The cube began to spin.

Slow at first.

Then faster.

Faster.

A faint crack appeared along its surface.

Then another.

From those cracks, dense green light burst forth, carrying a vitality so overwhelming that the surrounding space began to regenerate spontaneously. Fractured dimensions healed. Dead zones bloomed with energy.

Noah felt his breath hitch.

"This is…"

The cube vanished.

Not destroyed.

But transferred.

It reappeared directly inside his sea of consciousness.

But it was no longer obsidian.

It was green.

A deep, luminous green that pulsed like a living heart.

Information flowed into Noah's mind.

[The Cube of Life.]

Noah stared at it, suspended between the Creation Lotus and the Destruction Crown.

"…Life?" he said quietly.

He did not understand its function yet. There was no manual, no clear explanation. Only a sense of vast potential, restrained and dormant inside it.

Then the cube pulsed.

A wave of green light spilled outward and washed over the Creation Lotus.

Instantly, the lotus started to expand.

Its petals thickened, layered with complex patterns that Noah had never seen before. The new leaf that had been forming earlier fully unfurled, radiating a gentle but profound vitality.

Noah instinctively tried to examine the change.

But before he could—

"Noah?"

His mother's voice cut through his focus.

"When will Naomi return?" Martha asked softly. "Will she be okay?"

Noah turned his head instinctively to answer.

And in that instant—

A beam of intense golden light shot out from the Creation Lotus and entered his eyes.

Noah gasped.

It was not painful but something happened to his eyes, that was for sure.

His vision shattered.

Then reassembled into something completely different.

His right eye turned golden in color.

Not metaphorically.

Literally.

It burned with a divine radiance that reflected no emotion.

And then Noah saw.

Not the bakery.

Not the city.

Not Earth.

He saw everything.

From outside.

From beyond.

As if his consciousness had been lifted beyond the universe and placed into the seat of an observer.

He saw Earth as a small blue node, suspended in an endless web.

He saw galaxies as clusters of light.

He saw dimensions layered like translucent sheets.

More terrifyingly, he saw structure.

The entire world was made of interlinked lines.

Lines of existence.

Lines of cause and effect.

Lines of time.

Lines of law.

Three thousand of those lines actually.

Exactly three thousand.

They wove through everything, intersecting, diverging, reinforcing one another.

Seventeen of those lines pulsed with color.

Each color carried a different authority.

Power.

Reality itself was not chaotic.

It was engineered.

"What is going on?" Noah whispered.

His voice echoed strangely, as if the universe itself heard him.

The Cube of Life pulsed again.

Another information entered his mind.

Those interlinked lines were actually the 3000 governing laws of the universe and the 17 laws he was seeing pulsing with different lights were the laws he had comprehended.

Noah's eyes wide opened.

He instantly thought of a possibility. He looked at a line which was not pulsing with color.

He tried to touch it.

[Law of Strength]

Noah saw this information instantly in his panel.

He closed his eyes to and tired to comprehend it.

The cube of life started to spin fast again. And Noah entered into a enlightened state.

And soon he found the answer of his thought.

A tremendous excitement gushed out from his heart.

[Law of Strength: 0.01%]

Though it was not much, but he just needed to start, the rest would be done by his creation lotus.

And it did.

A new lead started to form.

The law of strength was being comprehended passively.

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