Chapter 1721 — 11 realms

As Lex strolled through the memories of the Gon race he had trapped within the Abaddon Inn, he couldn’t help but reflect on how simple the fight actually had been. All his fights before this had been a competition of power and skill, of technique and experience. Yet in this fight, he had taken a foe who should have, objectively speaking, been a tough opponent and had disarmed him simply.

Lex didn’t think that his tenets were necessarily stronger than whatever means that the Gon race used to manipulate laws were. He also didn’t think he was some kind of once in a lifetime combat genius.

All he did was anticipate his opponents’ actions and created a Lawcraft using the tools at his disposal to effectively disable them. It was like handcuffing a bodybuilder’s hands behind his back and then asking him to do a chest press. There was no doubt that the bodybuilder could perform that action under ordinary circumstances, but given his situation, something that would otherwise pose no difficulty to him at all was now impossible.

Lex knew that this didn’t make him invincible, far from it. But also knew that he could build on this experience and create more Lawcrafts that were more elusive and esoteric, making them difficult to counter and more effective against his enemies.

A part of Lex was still worried that he was becoming arrogant once again, yet another part of him felt like that apprehension was as a result of all the times he got into trouble way beyond his level. Even though it wasn’t like he was on top of the universe now, he had to admit that the number of things that could threaten him was reducing drastically.

Maybe it was time to loose a little. The Heavens knew he lived in a very cautious, and not at all death prone lifestyle. It might be nice to enjoy himself a little - as himself, not as Jack. Jack was having fun everyday.

After a little contemplation, Lex decided that after he became a Heaven Immortal, he’d take things nice and slow for a while, and just enjoy himself.

He nodded to himself, and with that decision made, his attention returned to the closet full of thoughts and memories belonging to the Gon race.

"Now then, let’s see what you have to share with me," Lex muttered, his senses spreading out.

The Gon Lex faced... was actually a slave! What kind of entity could keep a Heaven Immortal as a slave? At the very least a Celestial Immortal, or a whole bunch of them likely. There was also the possibility of someone at a higher realm having them as slaves, but considering the fact that Lex faced no obstacles taking him down, that was unlikely. After all, anyone backed by, or at least owned by, a Dao Lord would have some kind of marker on them to reveal their affiliation or ward of enemies.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, all information pertaining to the owner of the Gon race, and their specific reason within Abaddon was sealed off. Well, Lex never imagined he’d get the information so easily, anyway. All he needed to do was hold this prisoner until Kaemon finished with the rest, or until it was time to escape.

He started to look at other information, which did not really come sorted despite how neatly everything was hung in the cupboard. For example, on one rack of memories, Lex learned that the Gon never wore clothes, and their metallic spiky hair served as their armor, as well as their weapons. On the same rack, he also learned that over thirteen thousand of them had come to Abaddon over several thousand years ago - for whatever their purpose was.

Their group was supposed to have a number of leaders who knew the actual details of their tasks, but the leaders had died long ago, so now all these Gons did was roam around and fight.

On another rack, he learned that the Gon were actually a very fierce race, and highly combative. They were extremely harsh on themselves, often raiding, killing and enslaving their own race members. Yet somehow, they were even harsher on everyone else.

To be fair, humans did their fair share of murdering and looting their own kinds, so Lex couldn’t really judge them on that.

He also learned that Jeziah - that was the name of the Gon whose memories he was searching - was originally from a well off background. However, his family fell on troubled times, and as a result, he was somehow sold as a slave by his own father due to his immense potential.

The fact that he had become a Heaven Immortal kind of proved how much potential he really had. Lex couldn’t imagine who could just let thousands of Heaven Immortals just die without even trying to rescue them.

The memories and thoughts were a jumble, so it took Lex a bit to actually find something valuable - such as the history of the Gon race.

On the universal scale, the Gon race was a behemoth, controlling 11 Major realms and thousands of smaller ones!

That gave Lex pause. He wasn’t sure how strong exactly the Henali were, for he knew they controlled some other Major realms, but he wasn’t sure if even they had 11 Major realms! For a single race to control so many of them was actually, genuinely bewildering! Especially when considering that the Gon race was supposed to be from the Path of Chaos.

Now Lex had never officially interacted with anyone from the Path of Chaos before, but everyone he had interacted with was from the Path of Order. The bank, the Celestials, the Henali, all those powerful forces that controlled so much of the universe, were all from the Path of Order, which was at war with the Path of Chaos. Yet the Gon race controlled 11 Major realms.

It seemed that the universe was far wider than Lex had imagined, and he hadn’t even begun to encounter all the forces within it. Good thing he was nice and humble, and not at all arrogant about his newfound strength.

Lex kept looking. He wanted to know more details about their history, and especially the details about their relationship with the humans. Surprisingly, it seemed like humans didn’t actually play a significant role in their lives at all. In fact, for the most part, Jeziah never even thought about humans. They were entirely unworthy of his attention.