CHAPTER 140: COMPENSATION SIMILAR TO ROBBERY (1)

Upon hearing his words, both the Singularity of Flame and the Singularity of Light were momentarily stunned.

The Singularity of Light, in particular, hadn’t expected Nolan to bring up such a claim to discredit him.

He had assumed Nolan would use the truth—that he had attacked Elina Lorian—as his excuse.

But clearly, he had miscalculated. This man wasn’t following the script he had expected.

"Wait!" the Singularity of Flame quickly cut in. "Are you saying you attacked the Singularity of Light because of that?"

Nolan gave a small nod. "Yes. That was the main reason."

Then, with a slight furrow of his brow beneath the mask, he added in a displeased tone, "And what—are you underestimating that reason? Don’t forget, there’s a treaty among the Singularities that forbids us from interfering in the affairs of the Empires and Kingdoms on this continent. Breaking that rule carries a serious punishment. Or have you forgotten?"

Faced with that pointed reminder—which felt more like an accusation—the Singularity of Flame fell silent. He couldn’t argue.

As much as he hated to admit it, every word Nolan said was true.

For a long time, the Singularities had warned one another not to interfere in the affairs of the continent’s major powers—not with their status, and certainly not with their strength.

Violating that agreement could shatter the fragile peace, and chaos would almost certainly follow.

"And actually, there’s another reason I attacked the Singularity of Light," Nolan added coldly.

His gaze sharpened as it locked onto the Singularity of Light in the distance. "This man had the audacity to attack someone I had sworn to protect—and he did it openly, in front of the entire noble house of the Great Velmora Empire. If you were in my position, would you have stayed silent?"

Once again, the Singularity of Flame was at a loss for words.

His brow tensed as he glanced toward the Singularity of Light, who now stood pale and cornered.

So that’s how it is, he murmured under his breath.

Everything fell into place. No wonder the Singularity of Chaos was so furious.

Had it been him, he would’ve reacted no differently. Singularities were proud beings—they didn’t take such slights lightly.

When one of them swore to protect someone, it wasn’t just a statement—it was a vow.

If the offense had been committed in ignorance, it might have been forgivable. But in this case, the Singularity of Light had known—and acted anyway.

It was the same as spitting in the face of the Singularity of Chaos. Of course he was enraged.

"How do you explain yourself, Singularity of Light?" the Singularity of Flame asked coldly.

The Singularity of Light parted his lips to speak, but the words caught in his throat.

If the Singularity of Chaos had only mentioned the incident at the party, he might’ve still found a way to deflect or deny it.

But instead, the masked man had brought up something far more incriminating—how his son, Daniel, had repeatedly used his status to oppress other powers across the continent.

The unexpected turn left him cornered. He no longer had any ground to stand on.

Noting his silence, the Singularity of Flame’s eyes narrowed as he said coldly, "Singularity of Light, do you realize how many harbor resentment toward you—those who have suffered under the weight of your name and authority?"

"I’ve received numerous reports—some from fellow Singularities, others from human kings, and even leaders of other races. All of them say the same thing: Your son, Daniel Everlain, and the Holy Empire of Valtanir have repeatedly issued both open threats and subtle coercion, causing harm to countless factions."

"This issue has already been discussed. The rest of us agreed you should be held accountable. I just didn’t expect the Singularity of Chaos to be the one to act first."

After a brief pause, he took a deep breath and continued, "So, the other Singularities and I won’t be taking any further action. But remember this well—don’t let your son or the Holy Empire of Valtanir repeat the same offense. If it happens again, be prepared to face consequences far harsher than this."

The Singularity of Light’s face flushed with anger. His fists clenched tightly, and rage simmered within him.

As one of the seven Singularities, his pride ran deep—and his arrogance was no secret to anyone.

Yet now, he was being openly rebuked. And worse, he couldn’t retaliate—couldn’t even argue.

His chest tightened with rage, but he held it back. He knew that making a move now would be nothing short of suicide.

Forget confronting the Singularity of Flame—he was already struggling to stand against the Singularity of Chaos.

If those two joined forces, he might not even survive long enough to unleash his full power.

Reluctantly, he gritted his teeth and muttered, "Fine. I understand."

The Singularity of Flame gave a nod of approval. "Then this matter—"

But before he could finish, Nolan suddenly interrupted, "Hold on! You’re not ending it just like that, are you? That old man still hasn’t paid for everything he’s done."

The Singularity of Light’s eyes bulged, ready to pop out of their sockets—but Nolan ignored him completely.

"What now, Singularity of Chaos?" The Singularity of Flame asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

Nolan shot a glare at the Singularity of Light and said sharply, "This guy nearly killed the girl I swore to protect. You know what? She almost developed PTSD from the shock. She’s clearly traumatized—and that kind of damage deserves proper compensation."

PTSD? What nonsense!

His beloved sister, Elina, was perfectly fine—not the least bit traumatized. The whole thing was a blatant lie.

But... did that even matter? Of course not.

He had no intention of letting the Singularity of Light walk away unscathed.

How dare he threaten Elina and think he could leave without making things right? Did he really believe actions had no consequences in this world?

Hearing Nolan’s words, the Singularity of Flame looked slightly puzzled.

He had no idea what PTSD was. Was it some kind of new illness he hadn’t heard of?

Still, when he caught the word "trauma," he began to grasp what Nolan was implying.

"So, what kind of compensation are you asking for?" he asked bluntly.

The Singularity of Light was stunned. He hadn’t even agreed to anything yet, but the Singularity of Flame was already entertaining the idea.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t in a position to object. The situation was clearly stacked against him.

If he resisted, things would only spiral further out of control.

"Hmm..." Nolan rubbed his chin, pretending to ponder.

He didn’t answer right away, which only made the Singularity of Light more anxious. This masked man wasn’t just powerful—he was also known for being cunning and unpredictable.

And now, an ominous feeling crept over him.

Then, under the tense gaze of the Singularity of Light and the curious stare of the Singularity of Flame, Nolan suddenly grinned and said, "I want four hundred million Solaris as compensation. How’s that? Cheap, isn’t it?"