Chapter 12: The Fusion of the Chain of Order and Rules

Chapter 12: The Fusion of the Chain of Order and Rules

Perhaps I shouldn't have taken such a big step all at once, after all, I am currently just a Sequence 9 lawyer.

Hastur pondered for a long time, then wrote on the paper: "Under the gaze of the stars, Hastur Campbell, a traveler from another world, the last heir of the Campbell family, will wield order as his spear and rules as his shield. Any offense or harm to his being will be met with the most severe judgment and sanction. This rule is fair and reasonable, unchanging due to any external factors!"

After finishing writing, Hastur examined his work carefully, reciting it several times, and felt increasingly satisfied.

This time, he tried to regard himself as a protected creature under the law, like the national treasure, the giant panda.

Simply replacing the giant panda, the protected target of the law, with himself.

Such a description clearly meets the requirements for establishing a new rule.

The phrase "under the gaze of the stars" was deliberately added by him, referring not only to the stars in the sky but also to the Hall of Stars.

Having the high-ranking Hall of Stars as a witness greatly strengthens the dominion of this rule.

Using order as a spear and rules as a shield may sound a bit juvenile, but it is also a description of wielding great power, ensuring one's safe growth.

Hastur reviewed the text several times, ensuring nothing was missed, then memorized the passage. He then burned the paper full of writing over a coal lamp, turning it to ashes.

Next, he took a new blank sheet of paper, ready to write a ritual magic that could communicate with the Hall of Stars in reality.

Always relying on entering during sleep was too passive.

He also prepared a three-part true name, unsure if it would effectively communicate with the Hall of Stars.

"Master of Chaos and Order!"

"Origin of all rules in the starry sky!"

"The One who returns the stars to their places!"

This was the enlightenment that flashed through Hastur's mind the first time he sat on that chair, which should be the key to communicating with the Hall of Stars.

After writing these three sentences, he translated them into ancient Hermes script.

Fortunately, the original owner's research on ancient Hermes script was not shallow, and despite some stumbling, he finally translated it.

Hastur took a deep breath, mobilized his spirituality, and silently recited in ancient Hermes script: "Master of Chaos and Order!"

"Origin of all rules in the starry sky!"

"The One who returns the stars to their places!"

Boom! It was as if a thunderclap exploded in Hastur's mind! His entire train of thought froze, unable to think, unable to move, as if chaos had just begun, everything muddled and confused.

The oil lamp that originally emitted a dim yellow light now continuously twisted and cracked, its shattered light, like fireflies, like fireworks, reduced to the purest points of light.

This process was very slow, yet it seemed very fast. When all the strange phenomena disappeared, Hastur's spirit body, soul, or star spirit body, emerged straight out from the top of his head.

He instinctively looked down. In the room illuminated by the dim yellow light, a young man with slightly curly blond hair was lying on the desk, eyes closed, a natural smile flowing at the corners of his mouth, sleeping soundly.

Had his soul left his body? This was Hastur's first reaction, a common plot in novels about ghosts and the supernatural.

"It really is like being detached from the world, independent and floating."

He tried to control his star spirit body, like a flying cotton ball, light and unaffected by force, a gust of wind could send him thousands of miles away at this moment.

Circling around his body and the room, he looked up.

A starry sky hung low, as if suspended above the room's ceiling, the brilliant yet not dazzling starlight barely illuminating the entire room into a sea of stars.

Had he really succeeded? Hastur flew up, stretched out his right hand, and touched the starry sky hanging above his head.

The moment he touched it, his entire star spirit body was absorbed into the starry sky by a gentle force.

When he opened his eyes again, he had successfully arrived inside the Hall of Stars.

Everything in front of him was exactly the same as what he had seen in his dreams at night.

After the shock, Hastur naturally walked to the first high chair and sat down. With a thought, the Chain of Order hanging behind the high chair floated in front of him and landed on the table.

He gently stroked the Chain of Order with his head bowed. The Chain of Order, seemingly forged from white gold, radiated warmth that reached deep into the soul.

As if this Chain of Order had been born from the depths of his own soul.

After the novelty wore off, he remembered the task of establishing the first order and rule.

Without pen and ink or blank paper to write on, he thought of trying to carve the passage he had just memorized onto the Chain of Order in front of him with his thoughts as the blade.

"Under the gaze of the stars, Hastur Campbell, a traveler from another world, the last heir of the Campbell family, will wield order as his spear and rules as his shield. Any offense or harm to his being will be met with the most severe judgment and sanction. This rule is fair and reasonable, unchanging due to any external factors!"

Things went smoother than Hastur had anticipated. As soon as his thoughts arose, the Chain of Order in front of him began to change correspondingly.

Pale blue lines like shooting stars spread from the top of the Chain of Order along the entire chain, with starlight converging, as if cheering for the birth of the first rule of the Hall of Stars.

Hastur carefully observed the trajectory and shape of the starlight lines, realizing they must be some form of writing or rule imprint he had never heard of before.

He couldn't grasp these starlight lines, but he understood what they meant.

This was exactly the new rule he wanted, and it even automatically completed the missing and flawed parts of the new rule, making it more perfect and less likely to be found flawed or loophole.

When the entire Chain of Order was fully imprinted with the rule, it gently vibrated, and a mighty force of order and rules enveloped the entire Hall of Stars.

Then, to Hastur's astonishment, the Chain of Order flew up by itself, its tip gently touching his forehead.

"Ah…"

Hastur moaned, an indescribable feeling.

From the forehead through the back of the head, then down the neck, through the spine, straight to the lumbar spine.

He seemed to see a phantom Chain of Order reborn on his spine.

Or rather, a Chain of Order merged into his spine.

Was this the way the Hall of Stars established new rules to affect reality?

Hastur speculated in his heart and silently accepted this change.

This didn't take long, and soon the Chain of Order fell back onto the table, everything returning to normal.

Hastur twisted his neck and turned his body a few times, not feeling any new changes.

It seems that the new changes will only appear once he returns to reality.

Thump thump thump.

Hastur tapped his fingers on the table, pondering the various changes of the night.

It was still a success, after all, his needs were basically met, although the process was puzzling.

But in the end, it was a happy thing.

After a long contemplation, his gaze turned to the star where the Wishing Lamp resided.

Since he had come, he had to do something.

Snap! Another lash of the Chain of Order whipped out.

…

"How is this possible!"

The Wishing Lamp, already gradually accustomed to being harassed every night, was inwardly shaken, manifesting its form in shock.

For the first time, its gaze towards the starry sky was filled with intense caution.

After this period, it had been harassed many times, but each time it was insignificant, for it, other than having a strong sense of humiliation, there was no other loss.

But this time was different! It was actually hit solidly by that whip! And it hurt! If the previous whips were like intangible shadows, then tonight's whip had substance, already able to interfere with the real world!

This revealed a lot of terrifying information.

Undoubtedly, the existence above the starry sky, through the barrier, its power to intervene in reality was gradually strengthening!

This was definitely not a good thing for it. "What new tricks are you trying to play? Did you enjoy the whipping?"

The voice of Bernadette came, interrupting the Wishing Lamp's thoughts.

"Bernadette, haven't you always wanted to know why the Wishing Wishing Lamp has been frequently acting up recently?" The Wishing Lamp spoke with a heavy tone, it was done pretending, ready to lay its cards on the table.

Bernadette chuckled: "Oh, have you already set the trap?"

"If I still had such power, you would never have grown to this day."

"Is it your kindness that has allowed me to live until now?"

Bernadette sneered, her face cold.

On her path to growth, some dangers came from the outside world, some from hidden sages, and the last part of the danger came from this Wishing Lamp.

A Level 0 Sealed Object naturally possesses the power to change the course of battle, but it also constantly seeks to destroy its holder, to regain its freedom.

There's a saying: "You can always trust the majesty of the gods, but never their kindness!"

The Wishing Lamp sighed: "What I want to say is,

"The Wishing Lamp sighed: 'What I want to say is, that being sealed within the Wishing Lamp, I do not possess the power to cause these celestial anomalies.'

'Heh, if you were me, would you believe such words? Constructing deadly traps with light-hearted language has always been your forte.'

Bernadette did not continue to engage with the Wishing Lamp.

(End of Chapter)"