The golden eye of Noah did not just see the world; it deconstructed it. Sitting in his small room, the familiar sounds of his mother humming and the clinking of porcelain plates in the bakery felt like they belonged to a different dimension.

To Noah, the room was now a skeleton of mathematical certainties and metaphysical strings.

The eye of called,"The Eye of the Primordial".

As he focused on the Law of Strength, he felt the Cube of Life within his sea of consciousness act as a universal translator. It took the raw, chaotic vibrations of the universe and refined them into a language Noah's soul could digest.

[Law of Strength: 0.1%... 0.5%... 1.2%...]

The Creation Lotus spun with a joyful intensity. A new leaf, thick and textured like hammered bronze, unfurled from the stem.

Noah felt a physical change. His muscles did not bulge, but the density of his existence increased. If he were to drop a single strand of hair now, it might crash through the floor like a drill.

"This is it," Noah whispered, his voice trembling with a rare, raw excitement. "I don't need to find sacred grounds anymore. I don't need to sit at the feet of dying gods. I am the sacred ground. I am the god."

A secondary surge of information hit his mind, explaining the lineage of his new ocular power.

[Talent Acquired: Eye of the Primordial]

• Description: An evolution born from the fusion of the Cube of Life and the Creation Lotus.

• Passive Effect: Allows the user to perceive the 3,000 Great Dao Strings that govern all existence.

• Active Effect: Direct comprehension of any Law targeted by the gaze. The user bypasses the need for external catalysts, drawing truth directly from the Source.

Noah blinked, and the golden radiance receded. The 3,000 strings vanished, replaced by the peeling wallpaper the shop. He let out a long, shaky breath. He felt like a man who had been thirsty his whole life and had suddenly stumbled into an infinite ocean of pure water.

"Noah? Are you still in there?"

Martha's voice came through the kitchen.

"Mom, Naomi will be fine. I've seen her path," Noah said, his voice carrying a soothing, absolute certainty. "She's stronger than you think. Don't worry about the world outside. Just… keep doing what you love. I'll make sure nothing interrupts you."

Martha smiled, though she did not quite understand. "You always were a strange boy, Noah. But you have a way of making me believe you. I'll go finish the batches for tomorrow."

While Noah was marveling at his new eyes, the world outside was descending into a state of panic.

In the hidden realm of Aethelgard, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and ancient incense. Archon Valerius, a being who had survived the billions of years,sat upon a throne of floating jade.

His face was a mask of cold fury. One of his Guardians, a Legend-ranked powerhouse, had been erased. Not killed, but removed from the fabric of reality.

"The fourth epoch," Valerius hissed, his voice like grinding stones. "A cycle of primitives. A breeding ground for ants. And yet, an ant has bitten the hand of the master."

Standing before him was the Chief of Defense, Kaelos. Kaelos was a Mythical Being, but unlike the Supreme Leaders who reached that rank through the mastery of five or more laws, Kaelos had brute-forced his way there with only two: the Law of Iron and the Law of Pressure.

"My Lord," Kaelos bowed, his armor clanking. "The Xylo Technarchs are also in an uproar. Their Supreme Leader was physically struck by a 'projectile,' his own General, thrown through a spatial rift. They are mobilizing their mechanical fleets as we speak."

Valerius stood up. The jade throne beneath him cracked.

"Go. Find this masked anomaly. Do not kill him immediately. I want to peel back the layers of his soul. If a primitive has found a way to manipulate space and existence to this degree, he must possess a Primal Artifact."

Greed flickered in Valerius's eyes, more potent than his anger.

"And the candidates coming out of the Tower? Capture them all. If the masked man is their 'hero,' we will use their blood to draw him out."

"As you command, Archon."

Kaelos turned and vanished in a blur of silver light.

The moment Kaelos and the Technarch's top "Executioner Units" stepped beyond their protective barriers, the Earth's atmosphere reacted.

In the major cities, New York, Tokyo, London, the sky turned a bruised, electric purple. Birds fell from the sky, unable to navigate the sudden distortion in the planet's magnetic field. People collapsed in the streets, clutching their chests as the sheer pressure of Mythical auras began to squeeze the oxygen out of the air.

The Federation's military satellites picked up two massive energy signatures.

"Sir, we have a breach!" a technician screamed in the Federation Command Center. "The Aethelgard barrier has dropped, but not for diplomacy. We're detecting a high-speed entity moving toward the Sahara. And the Technarchs… they've launched 'The Harbinger,' their planetary suppression fortress!"

The world was about to be crushed between two hammers.

Noah sat cross-legged on his bed, oblivious to the sirens blaring in the distance or the frantic news reports on the television downstairs. He had activated the Eyes of the Primordial once again.

The 3,000 strings were back, but Noah was not looking for Strength anymore. He was searching for the most elusive threads in the tapestry.

"There you are," he murmured.

Two strings sat at the very center of the cosmic web. One was a shimmering, translucent gold that seemed to shift between being there and not. The Law of Destiny. The other was a dark, tangled thread that looked like a chain of infinity symbols. The Law of Karma.

In the Aetherion Primordial Empire, these were known as "High Heavens Laws." Even the Emperor of that realm had only mastered a fraction of them.

Noah reached out his spiritual hand.

The Cube of Life pulsed with a warning. These laws were heavy. To touch them was to invite the weight of every action he had ever taken and every future he might inhabit.

"I accepted the Count's Seal," Noah said firmly. "I already have the karma of an Empire on my back. What's a little more?"

He grasped the Law of Karma.

Suddenly, Noah's vision expanded. He did not just see the strings; he saw the connections. He saw the dark, jagged thread connecting him to the Technarch leader he had threatened. He saw the red thread of blood connecting him to the Guardian he had erased.

And he saw thousands of thin, terrified threads connecting the people of Earth to the two ancient civilizations. These were threads of oppression.

[Law of Karma: 0.01%]

[Law of Destiny: 0.01%]

The Creation Lotus groaned under the pressure. Its roots turned dark, absorbing the heavy weight of Karma to protect Noah's mind. A new leaf began to sprout. This one was neither gold nor green, but a shifting, iridescent grey.

Noah was so deep in his enlightenment that he did not feel his house shake. He did not hear the roar of a Technarch dropship hovering over his neighborhood.

In his mind, he was beginning to see how to snip the threads.

Outside Noah's house, the air suddenly crystallized into ice. Kaelos, the Aethelgard Chief of Defense, descended from the clouds, landing in the middle of the quiet street. His presence caused the asphalt to buckle and the cars' alarms to trigger simultaneously.

"A bakery?" Kaelos sneered, looking at the small sign. "The 'God' of the fourth epoch hides among the scent of flour?"

From the opposite direction, a sleek, silver sphere drifted through the air. It opened like a lotus, revealing a mechanical entity with four arms, each carrying a humming plasma blade. This was Unit Zero, the Technarch's premier assassin.

"Target identified," Unit Zero's metallic voice rang out. "Biological signature matches the spatial anomaly from the Trial Ground. Proceeding with capture."

Noah didn't hide his presence, that's why they could find him so easily.

Kaelos looked at the machine. "Back off, tin can. This one belongs to the Archon."

"Negative," Unit Zero replied. "The Supreme Leader demands the subject for neural extraction. Interfering with Technarch law is an act of war."

While the two titans bickered, the people of the neighborhood fled in terror. Martha and Eric stood inside the bakery, clutching each other as the glass in their windows began to spiderweb from the sheer pressure of the two Mythical beings.

Inside his room, Noah's eyes snapped open.

The gold was gone. The iridescent grey of Karma was now swirling in his pupils. He looked at the wall, seeing through it as if it were not there. He saw Kaelos. He saw Unit Zero.

But more importantly, he saw the Karmic Strings that tied them to their masters.

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