Chapter 2512

2512 - Quantities!

Dreamer Galaxy—

Intiras sat on his throne with his eyes closed.

His overlapping galaxy was overturned outside, like all artificial galaxies, because of what was happening—indeed, the entire expanse of the cosmos.

For everyone, this was the period of opening the ledgers and reviewing the accounts, the period of determining destiny, and most importantly… a period of abundant hunting.

The state of the upgrade that every planet in the ancient cosmos was undergoing necessitated reassessment and seclusion for a time, to explore what had newly appeared on their planets, how that Primordial Energy and cosmic dust had transformed, and what treasures and phenomena would emerge.

And all those new expanses and new galaxies that had appeared—they were vast, empty lands that had emerged from the Void, waiting for new settlers.

All the personal wars across the cosmos had stopped. That empire seizing a planet from another, that empire expelling another empire from its star field… all of it calmed instantly, without treaties or meetings. Everyone knew this had become child's play, and they had to focus on the new wealth.

The catastrophe after ten thousand years, and joining a side? Well… they had to be strong first to endure. That would come when its time came.

This, of course, was the general outward picture, but every galaxy and every empire had its own private agenda—a calamity that had befallen them, or a great gain from what had happened.

And what had befallen the Tyrant Galaxy was a calamity.

Once the Buffer Zones were shattered, the Great Space Gates that used the Seventh Level of the Fundamental Space Path became almost useless.

This was undoubtedly one of their largest and most direct financial resources. They did not need to send inspectors or manipulate anything—these gates were under their control, and payment through them was instant and substantial: one hundred thousand Pearl per trip, with hundreds or thousands of daily trips across the universe.

Suffice it to mention the instant transfers of Soul Society delegates for premium clients—these alone spent incalculable sums daily.

This was in addition to the fact that empires did not fundamentally rely on ordinary gates for travel, depending instead on spacecraft to reduce costs. Those who used the gates were traders, adventurers, and perhaps the elite who disliked waiting.

Both of these had almost entirely ceased.

After the destruction of the Buffer Zones, ordinary gates and spacecraft would suffice.

Of course, some journeys around the universe would take days using spacecraft, but that's better than paying 100,000 Pearl for a ticket for one person.

Does this mean the Great Gates and the lesser gates have become completely useless?

Of course not. The Great Gates can now transport anyone to any place in the universe almost instantaneously instead of a journey lasting years, and the lesser ones will be a good alternative for individual trips for anyone who doesn't have a fast spacecraft.

…But this wasn't good enough.

Not for the galaxy that had controlled the universe's economy hours ago.

Everything would have to change. Many relationships would have to be used to prevent the development that was happening. Many wars would have to be waged against any party trying to find different travel methods.

The Soul Society would have to be dealt with and forced to deal with them as usual.

There was a lot happening, many wars being prepared, wars whose purpose was purely economic…

…But that was left to the sons and the economists.

Intiras was sitting on his throne with his eyes closed for something different.

Hmm.

At that moment, a green orb emerged from Intiras's forehead and flew a few meters before materializing in the form of a luminous man.

The body of light was broad-shouldered and massive, with strands of heavy green light hanging down over his chest and back. He stood with his arms crossed, and the details of the thick muscles on his upper arms were visible… but his facial features could not be discerned.

Immediately, the Man of Light turned back toward Intiras and looked down at him, speaking in a sharp tone:

"What do you want?"

"We haven't met in a long time," Intiras opened his eye slowly. "At least pretend you've missed seeing me."

"Why don't you pretend to show respect, human, and kneel as you ought to?" The other Man of Light raised his head slightly. "You haven't even stood up until now… your insolence knows no bounds."

"Our initial agreement included no standing and no kneeling," Intiras replied calmly. "You help me dominate the universe and guarantee me a safe path to the Last Sanctuary Land, and I ensure you a humiliating defeat of B-14 in this cycle that sends him dozens of ranks backward… nothing else."

"What do you want?" The Man of Light raised his voice slightly.

He knew he would hear this nonsense from a human who wasn't even worth the Throne he sat on, so he spared himself and asked from the start.

Tolerating those insignificant beings was necessary throughout the cycle, but afterward….

"I want an explanation." Intiras also raised his voice slightly. "When you explained the situation to me, you said the key to victory was that I had to control and destroy the universe's economy, and kill any Master Law user who reaches the Second Level, except Law of Truth users, whom I could ignore until they reach the Fifth Level… You, Your Excellency the Resentful One, said that if I did this, the mission would be completed easily and with certainty!"

"Of course." The other Man of Light, the Resentful One, raised his head a little more, and his tone of annoyance also grew: "What did you ruin, Intiras? Speak clearly."

"Me?" Intiras finally stood, but not out of respect—out of anger.

Then he waved calmly and a light recording appeared… It was Robin shouting in Billy's face about trust.

"…." The Resentful One was surprised by what he saw, knitting his brows, his patience nearly running out quickly.

Then he heard Intiras's voice from beside him: "This person is only a Fourth Level Law of Truth user, by the way."

"Congratulations." The Resentful One replied mockingly while continuing to watch the broadcast. "That human is good at shouting, but exactly what did I—"

At that moment the Man of Light fell silent and his expression sank.

Robin had shouted about destroying the Buffer Zones and begun pouring quantities of the momentum of Transcendence into the Spacetime Fabric.

Quantities… that shouldn't belong to a human.