The integration of the World Hunter Federation’s central database was nearly flawless. Within seventy-two hours, the global government had become nothing more than an empty shell.
Every major border outpost, military division, and resource-heavy dungeon domain across the continents was quietly operating under the absolute authority of the Underground Guild.
Ethan Reed sat on a throne of dark obsidian in the newly reconstructed penthouse of the central tower, his eyes closed. Across his retinas, trillions of Credits and planetary asset reports rolled by like a digital waterfall.
Beside him, Cassandra Vance stood at absolute attention, her snow-white hair vibrating with the dense, cold essence of her SSS-Rank frost divinity.
Suddenly, Ethan’s eyes snapped open. The calm, pitch-black abyss in his pupils rippled.
BOOM—
A violent, planet-wide tremor shook the earth. It wasn’t a tectonic shift or a localized rift opening. The entire atmosphere of the globe hummed with a terrifying, foreign frequency.
High above the clouds, the bright blue sky rapidly dissolved into a sickly, metallic purple hue. A massive shadow fell over the continent, casting a sudden, chilling darkness over hundreds of cities.
Through the atmosphere descended a gargantuan, mechanical leviathan—an interstellar dreadnought spanning over twenty miles in length.
Its hull was forged from a dark, star-shattering alloy that pulsed with high-density cosmic mana, and its weapon arrays glowed with a terrifying, anti-matter plasma energy.
This was the Vanguard Alpha, a colonization vessel belonging to the Zul’Kari Interstellar Syndicate—an extraterrestrial conqueror guild that roamed the galaxy, enslaving newly awakened planets once their mana balance dropped or consolidated.
"Attention, primitive lifeforms of Planet Designation 882."
A cold, synthesized voice boomed directly into the minds of every living being on earth, bypassing all satellite and radio networks.
"Your planetary mana signature has reached critical consolidation. By decree of the Zul’Kari Cosmic Syndicate, your local governments are hereby dissolved. All Level 50 and above organisms are classified as high-tier slave labor. Resistance will result in immediate planetary core detonation." This chapter was taken from novelping(.)com without permission.
Inside the grand penthouse, Julian Cross stumbled forward, his silver monocle popping out of his eye as he stared at the sky through the glass walls. His face was entirely devoid of blood. "L-Lord Reed... alien invaders... Their energy signatures... our scanners can’t even compute them! They are completely off the charts!"
"Off the charts?" Ethan murmured, a slow, cold smirk spreading across his face as he stood up from his throne.
He didn’t panic. He checked his system screen.
[DING! Detecting extraterrestrial cosmic interference.]
[Warning: The Zul’Kari Dreadnought is deploying a Planet-Wide Suppression Matrix (Rank-SS Cosmic Magic).]
[Your talent ’Void Reality’ has automatically intercepted the matrix. Conceptual erasure protocol initiated!]
SNAP.
The suffocating purple suppression field that had pinned millions of citizens to the ground outside instantly evaporated. The alien dreadnought’s primary electronic and magical scanning arrays violently short-circuited, sending bursts of green sparks across its massive hull.
"Cassandra, Julian," Ethan commanded, his black trench coat billowing as he walked toward the balcony. "Stay here. Let’s see if these interstellar gods have anything worth multiplying."
With a single step, Ethan bypassed gravity entirely. He didn’t fly; he simply walked up into the open air, stepping onto an invisible staircase of shadows, moving straight toward the descending twenty-mile dreadnought.
Inside the alien ship’s command bridge, three tall, multi-eyed extraterrestrial commanders wearing high-tech power armor stared at their central monitors in absolute disbelief.
"Report!" the High Commander roared, his three eyes flashing red. "Why did the suppression matrix fail?! What is that biological entity ascending toward our forward batteries?!"
"Commander! The scanner is registering a single native lifeform!" the technical officer shrieked, his green hands flying across the holographic console. "His power level... it’s impossible! His base attributes exceed fifteen thousand! He is a Level 100 native Sovereign!"
"Level 100 on a primitive world?!" the Commander gasped. "All forward plasma batteries, lock onto his coordinates! Obliterate him!"
ZZZZZT—
Six massive, city-destroying plasma cannons at the front of the dreadnought charged with a blinding green light, firing simultaneously. A torrent of star-melting plasma energy tore through the sky, aiming straight at Ethan’s chest. This chapter was taken from novelping.com without permission.
Ethan didn’t draw his twin blades. He didn’t use his mythic shield.
He simply extended his right hand, expanding his five-mile Void Reality domain to its absolute limit.
The moment the cataclysmic plasma torrent entered his domain, Ethan didn’t just erase it—he used his system’s core manipulation to reverse its concept.
"Return," Ethan whispered.
BOOM!!!!!!!!
The city-destroying plasma torrent violently inverted its trajectory, multiplying tenfold in speed and density through the residual feedback of his domain. The green beams flew directly back into the dreadnought’s own forward batteries.
The front third of the twenty-mile alien ship instantly exploded into a massive, blinding ball of fire and twisted metal scrap. The heavy dreadnought groaned loudly, losing its altitude as it tilted violently in the sky, trailing a massive plume of black smoke.
Ethan materialized directly on the shattered bridge of the ship, stepping through the raging fires as if he were walking through a garden. The structural armor of his trench coat didn’t even have a smudge of ash on it.
The alien High Commander lay coughing green blood on the floor, his high-tech power armor completely cracked. He stared up at the human teenager in absolute, primitive horror. "You... what kind of monster are you... This planet was supposed to be a low-grade dungeon zone..."
Ethan looked down at the alien commander, then at the glowing, high-tech command core humming at the center of the ruined bridge: a Rank-S Cosmic Navigation Matrix.
A cold, triumphant smile flashed across Ethan’s face.
The 10,000x Return System had already made him the absolute master of the earth. But looking at the interstellar navigation deck, he realized the universe was infinitely larger than he thought.
There were countless galaxies, thousands of alien syndicates, and cosmic gods waiting to be turned into his next high-tier investments.
"Thank you for the delivery," Ethan whispered, his hand gently grasping the alien core as his system prepared to trigger the ultimate cosmic multiplier. "The galaxy just found its new owner."