Lord of Mysteries: Return of the Stars!

This rule was straightforward and clear.

But obviously, it had no current benefit to him.

And since he was only Sequence 9 now, this rule was destined to be unachievable, unless he ascended to become a true god or a Great Old One, only then might it become reality.

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Perhaps he shouldn't take such a big step all at once, after all, he was currently only a Sequence 9 Lawyer.

Hastur fell into deep thought again, then wrote on the paper,

"Under the gaze of the stars, Hastur Campbell, a transmigrator from another world, the last heir of the Campbell family, shall wield order as his spear and rules as his shield.

Any existence that offends or harms him shall face the most severe judgment and punishment.

This rule is just and reasonable, and shall not change due to any external factor!"

After finishing, he stopped writing and carefully examined it, silently reciting it several times, feeling increasingly satisfied.

This time, he was trying to consider himself as a protected being under the law, something akin to a protected species like the giant panda.

Only, he had replaced the panda, the protected entity under the law, with himself.

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

The phrase "under the gaze of the stars" was added intentionally, 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 would greatly enhance the ruling power of this rule.

Wielding order as a spear and rules as a shield, it did sound a bit overly dramatic, but it was also a way of describing the wielding of powerful forces and could ensure his safe growth.

Hastur read through it a few more times, confirmed there were no omissions, then memorized the sentence and held the paper over an oil lamp, burning it to ashes.

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

Always relying on dreams to enter was too passive.

He also planned to craft a three-part True Name, though he wasn't sure if it would effectively communicate with the Hall of Stars.

"Master of Chaos and Order!"

"Origin of all rules in the starry sky!"

"Restorer of the stars!"

These were the insights that flashed in his mind the first time he sat on that chair, he believed they were the key to contacting the Hall of Stars.

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

Fortunately, the original host had some depth of study in Ancient Hermes, and although the process was bumpy, he managed to complete the translation.

Hastur exhaled softly, activated his spirituality, and silently recited in Ancient Hermes:

"Master of Chaos and Order!"

"Origin of all rules in the starry sky!"

"Restorer of the stars!"

Boom!

It was as if a thunderclap exploded in Hastur's mind!

His entire consciousness froze, he couldn't think or move, as if he were witnessing the dawn of chaos, everything blurred and obscure.

The originally dim yellow oil lamp in front of him began to distort, fracture, and break apart. The shattered light resembled fireflies, fireworks, reverting into the purest specks of light.

The process was slow, yet also felt incredibly fast. When all the anomalies disappeared, Hastur's spiritual body, his soul, or one could call it his star spirit form, drifted straight out from the top of his head.

Instinctively, he looked downward.

In the dimly lit room, illuminated by the yellow light, a golden-haired boy with slightly curled hair was lying on the desk, eyes closed, a natural smile on his lips, sleeping sweetly.

Had his soul left his body?

That was Hastur's first reaction. Stories of spirits and the supernatural often included such scenes.

"Truly floating and ethereal, as if detached from the world."

He tried controlling his star spirit form, like a floating cotton ball, light and unaffected by gravity. A gust of wind could blow him a thousand miles away.

He drifted around his body and the room, then looked up.

A starry sky hung low, as if suspended just above the room's ceiling. The brilliant yet gentle starlight transformed the entire room into a sea of stars.

Had he really succeeded?

Hastur flew upward and reached out with his right hand to touch the starry sky above.

The moment he touched it, his entire star spirit form was drawn into the sky by a gentle force.

When he opened his eyes again, he had already arrived at the Hall of Stars.

Everything before him was exactly the same as what he saw in his dreams at night.

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

He lowered his head and gently stroked the Chain of Order, which appeared to be forged from platinum and radiated a warmth that reached deep into the soul.

It felt as though this Chain of Order had been born from the depths of his own soul.

After the sense of novelty wore off, he recalled the matter of establishing his first rule of order.

There was no pen, no blank paper to write on, so he decided to try using his thoughts as a blade to engrave the sentence he memorized earlier onto the Chain of Order before him.

Under the gaze of the stars, Hastur Campbell, a transmigrator from another world and the last heir of the Campbell family, would wield order as his spear and rules as his shield.

Any being that offends or harms him shall face the harshest judgment and punishment.

This rule is fair and reasonable, unaffected by any external factor!

Things progressed far more smoothly than Hastur had expected. As soon as the thought arose in his mind, the Chain of Order before him changed in response.

Pale blue lines like starlight streaked from the top of the Chain of Order and spread along its length. The starlight gathered as if cheering for the birth of the first rule in the Hall of Stars.

Hastur carefully observed the direction and form of the starry patterns, realizing they were likely some kind of script he had never heard of, or a visible manifestation of the rule's imprint.

Though he couldn't grasp the meaning of these patterns directly, he understood what they conveyed.

It was precisely the new rule he had envisioned.

It even automatically filled in the omissions and flaws in that rule, making it more complete and immune to exploitation or loopholes.

Once the entire Chain of Order was fully imprinted with the rule, it gave a slight tremble, and a mighty force of order and law enveloped the entire Hall of Stars.

Then, to Hastur's astonishment, the Chain of Order flew up on its own, and the tip gently touched the center of his forehead.

"Ah…"

Hastur let out a groan, it was an indescribable feeling.

From the center of his forehead, the sensation passed through the back of his head, down his cervical spine, along his vertebrae, and reached his lumbar spine.

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

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

Was this how the Hall of Stars manifested the real-world effect of establishing a new rule?

Hastur silently accepted this change, harboring a guess in his mind.

It didn't last long. Soon the Chain of Order dropped onto the table, and everything returned to normal.

Hastur twisted his neck and turned his body a few times but didn't feel any noticeable change.

It seemed the new effects would only appear once he returned to reality.

Knock knock knock.

Hastur lightly tapped the table with his fingers, contemplating the various changes that had taken place tonight.

It had been a success, after all, his needs were mostly met, even if the process was hard to fully grasp.

Still, it was something to be pleased about.

After a long contemplation, his gaze turned toward the star housing the Son of Chaos.

Since he was already here, he might as well do something.

Crack!

Another lash from the Chain of Order whipped out.

…

"How is this possible?!"

The Son of Chaos, who had gradually become accustomed to the nightly harassment, was now deeply shaken, its form manifesting in alarm.

For the first time, its gaze toward the starry sky was filled with wariness.

Lately, it had been harassed numerous times, but each time, it was more of an annoyance than real harm. Aside from the sheer humiliation, there had been no actual consequences.

But this time was different!

That lash had actually struck it, solidly!

And it hurt!

If the previous whips were just phantom illusions, tonight's whip was tangible, capable of affecting the real world!

This revealed many terrifying implications.

There was no doubt: that being beyond the stars was gradually gaining the power to breach the barrier and interfere with reality!

This was definitely not good news for it!

"What tricks are you playing now? Did getting whipped feel good?"

Bernadette's voice rang out, interrupting the Son of Chaos's thoughts.

"Bernadette, haven't you been wanting to know why I has been acting strange lately?" the Son of Chaos's tone was heavy, it no longer intended to pretend and was ready to come clean.

Bernadette chuckled and said, "Oh? So you've already laid the trap?"

"If I still had such ability, you would never have grown to this point."

"So it's your mercy that's let me live until now?" Bernadette sneered, her smile cold.

On her path to growth, some dangers had come from the outside world, some from the hidden sage, and the final portion came from this very Magic Wishing Lamp.

A level-0 sealed artifact naturally possessed the power to shift the tide of battle, but it also constantly schemed to destroy its wielder and regain its freedom.

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

The Son of Chaos sighed, "What I mean is, sealed inside this Magic Wishing Lamp, I no longer have the power to cause such anomalies in recent days."

"Heh. If you were me, would you believe that? Weaving deadly traps from light words, isn't that what you're best at?"

Bernadette no longer responded to the Son of Chaos.