Free Web NovelChapter 579: Chapter 579 - New Facilities
A month passed.
And in that month, one of Lucien’s new facilities quietly changed the way countless people looked at their futures.
The Path Compatibility Pavilion opened first in the main Lootwell territory.
Then in Grand Confluence.
At first, people had approached it with curiosity.
Then caution.
Then hunger.
Above the entrance was written:
[The Pavilion does not choose for you.]
[It shows roads.]
[You walk.]
Lucien liked that line.
The first rule of the Path Compatibility Pavilion was simple.
For those who had not integrated with a Law yet, entry was free.
Peak Metamorphosis Realm practitioners were the ones who needed the Pavilion most. They stood before the threshold where a wrong choice could waste decades or twist an entire life sideways. Making them pay heavily before they even understood their path would defeat the purpose.
However, those who had already used the Pavilion and later integrated with a Law would need to pay if they wanted further projections.
Allied factions received broader access according to alliance tier.
Naturally, this made allied factions very happy.
It also made non-allied factions think seriously about becoming allied factions.
•••
The Pavilion’s effect was immediate.
For years, many Peak Metamorphosis Realm practitioners had hesitated before integrating with a Law.
Some delayed because they lacked confidence.
Some delayed because they feared choosing wrongly.
Some delayed because of pride.
And many, though few liked admitting it, had been influenced by the Law rankings once spread by the Evershade Exchange.
Lootwell had abolished those rankings publicly.
But abolishing a list did not erase what the list had done to people’s minds.
The so-called superior Laws still dazzled them.
Because of that, too many people had begun chasing Laws that did not suit them.
But the Path Compatibility Pavilion ended many illusions.
A practitioner would step onto the platform.
Then it would display paths.
Their best path.
Their hidden path.
Their stable path.
Their high-risk path.
Their forced path.
Their ridiculous path.
But he had been outvoted.
A young spear disciple entered the Pavilion convinced he would integrate with the Law of Rupture.
The projection showed him the result.
At first, his future seemed powerful.
Then unstable.
Then increasingly brittle. fгeewebnovёl.com
His progress slowed. His spear techniques grew more violent but less precise. His temper worsened. His breakthroughs became dangerous.
In the final projection, he died in a battle he should have survived because he tried to overpower something his original path would have pierced cleanly.
The young disciple came out pale.
Then, he tested his best path.
The Law of Penetration.
A quieter Law.
But in the projection, his progress flowed smoothly. His spear became faster, sharper, and more adaptable. His temperament stabilized instead of fraying. His future self stood in a storm, every drop of rain becoming a point of attack.
He stared at the projection for a long time.
Then whispered, "That is me."
He chose that path three days later.
•••
The Pavilion caused a sensation.
Not because it told people that famous Laws were worthless.
It did the opposite.
It showed the truth.
A superior Law in the wrong hands could become a burden.
An ordinary Law in the right hands could become terrifying.
The predicted futures made the difference impossible to ignore.
Someone deeply compatible with a so-called inferior Law could progress quickly, smoothly, and uniquely.
Meanwhile, those chasing prestigious Laws without compatibility often saw slower progress, unstable emotions, Law rejection, strained breakthroughs, shallow comprehension, or futures filled with wasted effort.
Smart people understood.
The Law was not everything.
The wielder mattered.
Compatibility mattered.
Meaning mattered.
A Law did not become strong because people praised its name.
It became strong when someone lived it properly.
By the end of the month, many Peak Metamorphosis practitioners had stopped hesitating.
•••
While the Path Compatibility Pavilion changed the way people chose their future, Lucien spent much of his time in the North Branch.
The construction had advanced rapidly.
The main structures were already finished.
At the entrances of the North Branch, another system was being perfected.
The Origin Mirror Framework.
This had taken Lucien far more time than the Path Compatibility Pavilion.
He worked with Arctyx directly.
Arctyx’s third eye was not merely an organ.
It was a lawful structure, a racial inheritance, a visionary instrument, and something close to an instinctive calculation engine built into the soul.
Lucien had asked for his cooperation.
Arctyx had agreed.
Then Lucien used Structural Insight.
And immediately understood why the Tri-Sage Ophidians had once been feared and respected.
The clauses inside Arctyx’s third eye were absurd.
They were not arranged like ordinary perception clauses.
Lucien spent several days simply unfolding the clauses into projections.
The first time he laid out the full structure before Arctyx, the third-eyed scholar went completely still.
Arctyx stared at the projected clauses of his own eye.
For once, he looked less like a scholar and more like someone seeing his soul’s handwriting written across the air.
"So this is the Law of Creation," he said softly.
Lucien looked at him.
Arctyx did not take his eyes off the projection.
"To reveal structure without destroying mystery. To make something understandable without making it lesser."
Lucien paused.
That was strangely flattering.
And also more poetic than he expected.
Arctyx finally exhaled.
"My ancestors would have either worshipped you or challenged you to an argument lasting three years."
Lucien smiled.
"I prefer neither."
"That is wise."
Once the clauses were recorded, the next steps became clear.
Not easy. Only clear.
•••
The artifact came first.
They named it the Ophidian Origin Lens.
It was a perception artifact designed to carry the Tri-Sage Ophidian vision into the Origin Mirror Framework.
The testing followed.
They used prepared samples and Lucien even tried Origin Rewrite
The mirror did not expose private memories.
It only generated identity resonance categories.
Clean Reflection.
Blurred Reflection.
Distorted Reflection.
Broken Reflection.
False Root Suspected.
Finally, after weeks of work, the prototype was done
•••
Now, the Origin Mirror Framework was being integrated into the entrances of the North Branch.
Lilith placed the first completed Origin Mirror above the main entry hall.
It did not look like a mirror at first glance.
It looked like a tall black arch with a suspended crystal surface at its center. The Ophidian Origin Lens sat hidden behind layers of structural protection and sensory clauses. The Origin Core authority flowed through the foundation beneath it.
A person entering the branch would pass through token registration.
The Origin Mirror would reflect them silently.
If the reflection was clean, nothing happened.
If the reflection blurred, the system recorded it for later review.
If the reflection distorted, private security received a discreet notice.
If a false root was suspected, the person would not be seized immediately.
Instead, the system would mark their token, and alert Lucien.
No public accusation. No enemy warning.
That was the only way this could work.
The framework would eventually be installed in every Lootwell branch.
As long as a False Incarnate entered Lootwell’s network, the world would finally have a chance to notice.
•••
Lucien stood before the completed northern entrance with Arctyx.
The Origin Mirror stood silent.
Waiting.
Arctyx looked at it with complicated pride.
"My clan was destroyed by things we did not identify in time."
Lucien glanced at him.
Arctyx continued, "If this works, perhaps their mistake will not be repeated by the world."
"It will work," Lucien said.
Arctyx smiled faintly.
"That confidence again."
Lucien looked at the mirror.
"It does not need to be perfect on the first day. It only needs to be better than blindness."
Lucien looked at the gate.
The North Branch’s facilities were finished.
The Origin Mirror Framework was ready for first deployment.
Lucien exhaled slowly.
The North Branch would open soon.
And when it did, the False Incarnates would have one more place in the world where hiding became harder. freewebnovel.cσ๓
Lucien’s eyes sharpened.
Let them come.
The gates were ready to look back.
