Noah sat in the center of the liquid-starlight palace, his presence anchoring the very reality of the new super-continent. He felt the ripple in the Law of Karma, a sour, jagged vibration. The Aethelgard and Technarch civilizations had done exactly what his calculations predicted. They had chosen to burn their own world down just to light a fire at his feet.

He did not feel anger. A mountain does not feel anger toward the wind that tries to erode it. He felt a clinical sense of inevitability. He had spared them, offering a ten-year reprieve, yet their pride was a terminal illness. They had shattered the barrier, effectively screaming into the cosmic void to attract the Primordial Empire.

"The first wave won't be much," Noah mused. His golden Eye of the Primordial pulsed. "The Empire is efficient. They will send a scouting fleet, investigators, purifiers. They will expect a primitive anomaly. They won't send their true gods until they see their scouts turned into scrap metal."

He knew that killing the ancients directly would have been a waste of energy. Now, their own karma was coming for them. As they lured the Empire toward Earth, they would be the first to be crushed by the wake of those massive fleets. Noah's only job was to stand as the shield.

Noah closed his eyes again, sinking back into the sea of laws. He did not have much time.

Inside his spiritual sea, the Lotus of Creation was a masterpiece of cosmic architecture.

When he began this session, the lotus had forty-six petals. Seventeen were matured, glowing with a solid, undeniable light, while the others were translucent and immature. Noah reached out with his mind, grasping at the threads of existence that surrounded him.

The Law of Iron.

The Law of Speed.

The Law of Silence.

The Law of Heat.

Seven days passed in the outside world.

When Noah finally opened his eyes, the chamber hummed with a sound like a thousand harps. The Lotus of Creation now possessed one hundred petals. It was a staggering sight. However, they were not all equal. While many were nearing maturity, one petal in the very center remained stubbornly pale: the Law of Command.

It was a unique, high-tier law. It was not about moving fire or sharpening a blade. It was the ability to tell reality itself what to do and have it obey. It was progressing slowly, but Noah did not mind. Quality took time.

He stood up, his bones popping with the sound of thunder. He had sensed a disturbance through the Law of Fate and the Law of Karma. The guests had arrived at the edge of the galaxy.

Noah stepped out of his seclusion and found Naomi waiting in the grand garden. She was practicing her sword forms, but she looked restless. When she saw him, she froze, then ran over.

"Brother! Mom told me everything," Naomi said, her eyes wide. "Is it really true? Are you actually powerful enough to destroy a whole planet?"

Noah stopped and struck a playful, smug pose. He crossed his arms and tilted his head back. "Of course. After all, I am your brother. I am awesome. Destroying a planet is just a Tuesday for me."

Naomi stared at him for a second, then rolled her eyes so hard it looked painful. "Ugh, you're so full of yourself. Your ego is bigger than the continent you just built."

But then her expression softened into a look of genuine, childish wonder. "Okay, fine. If you're so 'awesome,' take me to space. I want to see it personally. No screens, no cameras. I want to see the stars."

Noah's heart warmed. Naomi had spent the last year acting like a general, a leader, and a savior. She had grown up far too fast. Seeing her act like a curious little girl again was a relief.

"I can do that," Noah said, his eyes twinkling. "But only if you agree to massage my head for two hours nonstop."

"Two hours? That's slave labor!" Naomi cried, but she immediately moved behind him and started kneading his shoulders and scalp. "Fine, fine. Deal."

As she worked, she looked toward the horizon. "Brother, there are thousands of reporters and drones outside the barrier. The whole world is waiting for a speech. They think I'm the one who did all this. What should we do?"

Noah leaned back, enjoying the massage. "I originally wanted you to be the face of the family. But you're right. You've worked enough. I think Dad should do it. The old man always liked being the center of attention when he was younger. He used to tell those stories about his bakery like he was a king."

Naomi started to giggle. "That's a wonderful idea. Father should become 'Mr. Eric Aldric,' the Great Master of Earth. He'll love the tailored suits and the interviews."

"What are you two brats scheming against your old man?"

Eric Aldric walked into the garden, followed by Martha. He looked healthy, but his cultivation was still low. He wore a suspicious smile.

"Dad," Noah said, turning around. "If you're going to be the most famous man on Earth, you need to look the part. You need to be at least a Diamond-level powerhouse so people don't think you're a pushover. Take these."

Noah handed over several glowing vials, Gene Evolution Serums he had synthesized using the Law of Creation.

"Take these today," Noah instructed. "I'll help you break through the bottleneck tomorrow. But for now…"

Noah's expression suddenly shifted. The playful brother vanished, replaced by something ancient and cold. His gaze pierced through the ceiling, through the clouds, and into the blackness of the galaxy.

In his mind's eye, he saw them. Seven gigantic fleets. They were not like the Technarch ships. These were sleek, white, and gold, shaped like giant feathers or needles. They did not use engines. They warped space as they moved. They had just entered the Milky Way, surrounding the outskirts like a cage.

"Naomi, let's go," Noah said, grabbing his sister's hand. "Brother will take you to welcome some guests. And you can finally see the space you wanted."

Before she could even gasp, Noah wrapped her in a shimmering, translucent barrier of law energy. With a single step, they vanished.

Naomi blinked. One second she was in a garden filled with the scent of jasmine. The next, she was standing in the middle of a literal starfield.

She looked down at her feet. There was no floor, just a shimmering ripple of golden light where she stood. She wore her normal training clothes, but she felt warm. There was no suffocating vacuum, no freezing cold. Noah stood beside her, his hand still holding hers.

He looked different out here. Back on Earth, he tried to look like a normal young man. Here, in the void, he radiated an emperor-like aura. His hair seemed to drift as if caught in a solar wind, and his eyes were like two burning galaxies.

"Whoa…" Naomi breathed. She spun around, seeing the distant curve of a blue-green planet and the vast, sparkling arm of the Milky Way. "Brother, you look incredible. But where is this? It doesn't look like our solar system."

"We are in the neighboring system, Alpha Centauri," Noah replied calmly. "I didn't want the shockwaves to rattle Earth's windows. Some guests are arriving."

"Guests?" Naomi asked.

Then she saw them.

Far off in the distance, space seemed to unzip. Seven massive white-and-gold ships, each the size of a large town, slid out of the folds of reality.

"Whoa!" Naomi gripped Noah's arm. "Are they aliens? Like, real ones?"

"They are the Primordial Empire's Purification Fleet," Noah said.

As soon as they saw Noah and Naomi, instantly, their fate detection device went berserk. It couldn't function properly anymore. They instantly understood that the anomaly came to meet them personally.

A holographic projection appeared in front of the lead ship. It was a being that looked almost human, but its skin was made of shifting constellations, and it had four eyes that glowed with a clinical, white light

The being's voice boomed across the vacuum, transmitted through the very laws of space.

"Anomaly detected. You have disrupted the flow of Fate. By the decree of the Primordial Empire, this system is marked for sterilization. Submit for processing, or be erased."

Naomi felt a shiver of terror. The voice was so cold, so certain of its victory. It felt like the universe itself telling her she should not exist.

She looked at her brother.

Noah did not look scared. He looked bored. He stepped forward, his emperor-like aura expanding until it vied with the light of the nearby stars.

"You're loud," Noah said. He did not scream, but his voice echoed louder than the alien's. "I'm having a nice day with my sister. If you turn around now, I might let you keep your ships."

The four-eyed being tilted its head. "Arrogance is a common trait of anomalies. Initiating purification."

The seven ships began to glow. Massive rings at the front of the vessels started to spin, gathering enough energy to crack a moon in half.

"Brother?" Naomi whispered, her heart racing.

"Watch closely, Naomi," Noah said, a small, confident smile appearing on his face. "This is why I told you I'm awesome."

Noah raised his right hand. He did not use a weapon. He did not even use a flashy spell. He simply pointed his index finger at the lead ship.

"The Law of Command. Halt."

The word hit the vacuum like a physical blow.

The spinning rings on the seven ships instantly stopped. The massive buildup of energy did not explode. It simply vanished, as if the concept of energy itself had been deleted from that specific patch of space. The ships, which had been moving at relativistic speeds, jerked to a dead stop, throwing everything inside them into chaos.

Naomi's jaw dropped. "You… you just told them to stop? And they did?"

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