Nicolas got to see a new day. Mia woke up beside him. The capital of the Sons of Jormungandr Empire rose from the thickest trunk of Jupiter’s greatest world-tree like a crown of living gold and black stone. Branch-roads the width of rivers carried hunters, merchants, and spirit-beasts in constant streams. High above, the imperial banners of the Jormun family, serpentine coils wrapped around a nine-pointed star, snapped in the canopy wind. Nicolas and Mia stepped off the private transit limb and into the lower plaza of the capital’s dungeon district. The Legendary dungeon entrance waited at the far end: a towering arch of solidified shadow and gold-veined wood guarded by imperial hunters.
Mia walked at his side, now three feet taller, Q-cup breasts rising with every breath beneath a fitted black combat coat, luscious hips swaying, eyes still glowing like ten thousand suns. Passers-by stared and then quickly looked away. The Heroic Queen of the Light spirit made ordinary ranks uncomfortable.
As they crossed the plaza, Nicolas spoke quietly, giving her the map of the world she now intended to help him conquer.
“This continent is Nur,” he said. “Largest landmass on Jupiter, densest concentration of high-rank dungeons, and the political heart of the Snake Galaxy. The empire that rules it is called the Sons of Jormungandr. The royal family is the Jormun line, direct blood descendants of the World Serpent’s chosen mortal vessels. They do not claim to be gods. They claim the right to keep this super universe free of the old pantheons’ chains. That is why the empire’s full name is still spoken with both pride and fear.”
Mia’s radiant eyes tracked the imperial banners. “How far does their reach actually go?”
“Three uninhabited planets in the Snake Galaxy have already been claimed and seeded,” Nicolas answered. “No native civilizations, only resource worlds, mineral, elemental, and dungeon-rich. The Jormun family treats them as imperial preserves. No other faction is allowed to plant a flag. That is the quiet beginning of an interplanetary domain.”
They passed a long arcade of merchant houses. Nicolas nodded toward the flowing crowds of different races.
“Commerce here runs on three currencies: standard gold, dungeon-core shards, and imperial contribution points. The big houses—Serpent Vault, Nine-Coils Trading, and the Jormun Crown Company, control most of the high-rank material flow. Everything from Common spirit herbs to Legendary armor passes through these branches. If you control the capital’s commerce, you control the tempo of every hunter association on Nur.” New chapters come out on novelping . com first.
Mia listened, filing every detail.
Nicolas continued as they climbed the final steps toward the dungeon arch.
“Nur is not the only continent. The Light Continent sits on the far side of the world-tree’s greatest root system. It has never been conquered. Athena’s residual authority still saturates it, wisdom, strategy, and an old Olympian claim that even the Jormun family has chosen not to test openly. The hunters there answer to temple-councils rather than the imperial throne. It is the one piece of Jupiter that still flies a different banner.”
“And Sora? I heard it was a powerful city. ” Mia asked.
“Sora Empire lies across the equatorial branch-sea. It is a hard, militarized state built by goblins, orcs, Uruks, and Jokai war-clans. They respect strength and almost nothing else. Trade with Sora is possible, but every caravan travels under heavy guard. Their warlords have no interest in Jormungandr’s philosophy of open bloodlines. They respect the empire’s power, not its ideals.”
They reached the dungeon entrance. Two imperial guards in black-and-gold armor checked Nicolas’s Heroic hunter token and Mia’s newly registered Heroic spirit signature. The guards’ eyes lingered on her luminous gaze and the sacred fire that still faintly haloed her skin, then they stepped aside. Read the latest chapters at g.com.
Nicolas paused at the threshold and looked at her.
“We clear this Legendary dungeon today. Not for the loot alone. The capital watches every high-rank clear. When the Jormun family’s information network records that a nameless Heroic hunter and a newly risen Sacred Light Phoenix walked out of their most monitored dungeon alive and rich, the first real piece moves on the board. Nur is the board. The Sons of Jormungandr are the current kings. We start by making them notice us, then we decide whether we stand beside the Jormun family or above them.”
Mia’s eyes flared brighter, the Heroic Queen of the Light spirit stirring behind her.
“Then we make them notice,” she said.
Together they stepped into the Legendary dungeon beneath the capital of the empire that ruled the largest continent on Jupiter, while the banners of the Jormun family snapped in the wind high above and the rest of the Snake Galaxy continued turning, still unaware that the Dragon Emperor and his first queen had begun their claim.
Nicolas is making his empire. I gotta make mine. I cannot give up.
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