The Oracle Ruler

Shadow Mercenary Guild.

Tiger sat in the driver’s seat of the Rolls-Royce Boat Tail, his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter than usual. Despite being a hardened man who had faced life-and-death situations, sitting beside Bradley made him strangely nervous.

Bradley leaned back in the luxurious seat, his sharp eyes studying Tiger.

“Are you a cultivator?” Bradley suddenly asked.

Tiger hesitated for a moment before answering honestly.

“Actually… I'm a second-tier Body Refiner, Boss.”

“Body Refiner?” Bradley murmured to himself, confused.

Before he could ask further, a calm feminine voice echoed directly inside his mind.

[Mortals in the Mortal Realm do not possess Martial Spirits like those in the Immortal Realm. Across the universe, there exist three cultivation paths, each corresponding to a different realm of existence.]

Bradley stiffened slightly.

His eyes widened.

Someone… or something… had just answered the question he never spoke aloud.

“What… are you?” Bradley asked quietly in his mind.

There was a brief pause.

Then the voice replied again.

[Before I answer that, you must give me a name. I am a nameless existence.]

Bradley rested his chin on his hand and thought for a moment.

Then a faint smile appeared on his face.

“Alright… from now on, you’ll be called Leonora.”

Tiger glanced sideways at Bradley. His boss suddenly smiling to himself looked extremely strange.

[I never expected you would name me after her.]

The voice softened slightly.

[But I am glad you gave me such a beautiful name.]

Bradley’s smile slowly faded.

“How do you know that name belonged to someone important to me?”

[After merging with your soul, I accessed your memories. I know everything… including what happened to her.]

Bradley sighed quietly.

“…I see.”

For a moment, the luxurious car was silent except for the soft hum of the engine.

Then Bradley asked the question burning in his mind.

“Alright, Leonora… tell me the truth.”

“What exactly are you?”

There was a short pause.

Then the voice spoke again. This time with a faint, ancient authority.

[I am a Cosmic Strand of the Universe.]

Bradley blinked.

[The universe you live in is not merely space and stars. It is a living entity, a supreme existence that nurtures every world and every being.]

[She is the Mother of All Life.]

[If she dies… everything dies with her.]

Bradley felt a chill run down his spine.

[Within her body exist trillions of Cosmic Strands. These strands connect every corner of existence.]

[They are the threads that maintain balance and order.]

Leonora paused before continuing.

[But I… am different.]

[I am the first and only Cosmic Strand that possesses intelligence.]

[I carry the will of the universe itself.]

Bradley sat frozen for several seconds.

[I possess authority over many worlds and realms. My knowledge is nearly limitless. I can grant you power, resources, knowledge… almost anything.]

Her voice turned playful.

[However… nothing in this universe is free. After reviewing the novels in your memories, I found an interesting concept called a System.So from this moment onward…]

[I will become your System.

Missions will be assigned.

Complete them and you will be rewarded.]

[Fail…]

[And you will be punished.]

Bradley’s mind went completely blank.

One minute passed.

Two minutes passed.

Finally, Bradley exhaled slowly.

A grin spread across his face.

“So… I actually get to become the main character of a cultivation story?”

At that moment Tiger spoke.

“Boss… we’ve arrived.”

The Rolls-Royce stopped in front of a massive commercial plaza.

Bradley stepped out of the car and adjusted his suit. Inside the building, the two took a private elevator to the top floor.

Three guards immediately stepped forward to block their path, but the moment they recognized Tiger, their expressions changed instantly.

They stepped aside respectfully.

Bradley entered the office.

Inside sat an old man in his late sixties behind a desk. Opposite him was a handsome young man.

Bradley walked calmly toward them.

He placed a hand on the young man’s shoulder.

Then he looked at the old man.

“My apologies for the delay, Mr. Martyns. I had to handle an emergency.”

“I hope my brother didn’t cause any trouble?”

The old man smiled politely.

“Oh, not at all, Mr. Bradley. Your brother just arrived a few minutes ago and explained everything.”

Bradley nodded slightly.

“Good.”

His eyes shifted toward his brother, Paul Lane.

“Then let’s stop wasting time and get to business.”

There were only two chairs in the office.

Paul’s jaw tightened.

But under Bradley’s calm gaze, he could only stand up and give his seat away.

Five minutes later, the contract was signed.

Bradley stood up and straightened his jacket. Then he glanced at Mr. Martyns and said casually:

“A small piece of advice.”

“You should stop smoking tobacco.”

Mr. Martyns looked confused.

“Why?”

Bradley turned and walked toward the door.

“If you want to live past sixty.”

The room fell silent.

Outside the building, Bradley finally laughed.

“Leonora… that scanning ability is insane.”

“I saw his medical records, financial secrets, and even hidden enemies in less than a second.”

“With this… I can dismantle anyone.”

Leonora replied calmly.

[That is merely one of my millions of abilities.]

When Bradley and Tiger reached the parking area, they found five women gathered around the Rolls-Royce Boat Tail taking photos.

“Pep! Pep!”

Tiger triggered the car alarm.

The women jumped in shock.

Then they turned around.

The moment they saw Bradley, their eyes widened.

It was like wolves spotting prey.

“Ring! Ring!”

Bradley’s phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at the caller ID and immediately answered.

“Hello?”

'Meet me at the location I send you.

The call ended instantly.'

Bradley sighed. Seconds later, a message appeared on his phone. He looked at the location.

“Brazil?”

He shook his head.

“Can this old man hear himself?”

He opened the car door.

“Ladies, excuse me.”

“Can I borrow my car back?”

The women reluctantly stepped aside.

The Rolls-Royce roared to life and disappeared from the plaza.

The next day.

Bradley’s private jet landed in Brazil.

Waiting for him on the runway was a Lamborghini Veneno Roadster.

The driver opened the door.

“Get in.”

“Your grandfather is waiting.”

Bradley entered the car silently.

After a few minutes of driving, the driver handed him a black cloth.

“Put this over your eyes.”

“We cannot allow you to see the route.”

Bradley didn’t argue.

He tied the cloth around his eyes.

The car drove for nearly two hours, twisting through mountains and rough terrain.

Finally, the vehicle stopped.

“Take it off.”

Bradley removed the cloth.

Then he stepped out.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Before him stood a massive hidden military base carved into the mountains.

Thousands of men in combat uniforms moved in perfect formation.

Weapons.

Armored vehicles.

Helicopters.

Elite soldiers everywhere.

Then, a middle-aged man walked toward him.

His aura alone made the surrounding soldiers instinctively step back.

He stopped a few meters away from Bradley.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

“Welcome…”

His voice carried the weight of authority.

“To the Shadow Mercenary Guild.”