Before the golden fleet of Emperor Sol-Vahn could cross the outer rim of the solar system, Ethan Reed turned his back on the universal terminal. A Level 150 Cosmic Overlord was a worthy target, but a true Sovereign did not wage wars alone. It was time to elevate his inner circle into cosmic weapons.
Ethan opened his System Space, looking at the massive hoard of five hundred SSS-Rank Cosmic Materials she had extracted from the interstellar auction. Among the glowing treasures sat ancient dragon eggs pulsing with solar fire, fragments of dying nebulas, and tons of pure SSS-Rank Star-Iron Ore.
"Cassandra," Ethan commanded, his voice vibrating with a low, heavy gravity. "Step forward."
Cassandra Vance approached the throne, her knees hitting the metallic floor smoothly. Her hair, already snow-white, faintly drifted in the air as if floating in zero gravity. "My Lord."
Ethan reached into his space, pulling out five hundred pieces of the rarest cosmic materials alongside ten low-grade F-Rank iron swords he had casually kept in his inventory from his academy days. He dumped the entire mountain of treasures onto the floor in front of her.
[DING! You have sincerely invested 500x ’SSS-Rank Cosmic Materials’ and 10x ’Trash-Grade Weapons’ into your loyal follower: Cassandra Vance.]
[Triggering Combo Return Multiplier... Calculating... CONGRATULATIONS! You have triggered a chain of maximum 10,000x Capped Multipliers!]
[The materials have undergone a total conceptual fusion and divinity ascension!]
[Cassandra Vance’s talent has broken past the mortal scale: SSS-Rank [Primordial Glacial Divinity] -> Cosmic-Grade [Goddess of the Frozen Void]!]
[You have received: 1x Celestial Frost-Shatter Divine Armor (Cosmic-Tier Mythic Relic)!]
[Reward has been automatically equipped onto the target!]
An explosion of absolute-zero energy blasted through the engineering bay, instantly freezing the atomic structure of the air itself. A pillar of deep blue, starlight magic shot straight down from the cosmic void, piercing through the dreadnought’s alloy roof and enveloping Cassandra.
When the light faded, Cassandra floated three feet off the ground. She was draped in sleek, dark silver armor that pulsed with the light of a thousand frozen galaxies.
Her silver eyes no longer looked human; they were spinning vortices of absolute-zero void energy, capable of freezing the concept of time itself within her proximity. Her power level soared past the mortal cap, locking securely into the Level 130 Cosmic Champion tier.
Ethan didn’t stop there. He summoned his three puppet Grandmasters—Saint Alden and the two other Federation heroes—through the spatial portal. He lined them up and dumped a similar mountain of multiplied resources into their souls.
[DING! 8,000x Multiplier triggered on your puppet network!]
[The Three Saints of the Federation have broken past the Level 100 Mortal Cap -> Level 120 Cosmic Enforcers!]
[Their individual magics have mutated into Void-Class variants!]
The three old men gasped as their frail human frames expanded, their veins turning a deep, glowing purple as cosmic mana flooded their systems. They dropped to their knees alongside Cassandra, bowing their heads in unison.
"We thank the Supreme Sovereign for the divine gift!" the four cosmic entities chanted, their combined auras causing the twenty-mile dreadnought to groan under the sheer weight of their presences.
Meanwhile, a massive wave of karmic feedback rushed from the system directly into Ethan’s core as his followers ascended.
[Follower Network Evolution complete! Host receives 100% attribute synchronization feedback!]
[Attributes Adjusted: 35,700 -> 75,700! (Cosmic Tier-2 Manifested!)]
[Your passive ’Void Reality’ has advanced. Your physical body is now immune to all conceptual, temporal, and spatial attacks below the Cosmic Overlord tier.] This chapter was taken from novelping . com without permission.
Ethan stood up, his black trench coat now entirely woven from threads of pure dark matter. At 75,700+ base attributes, he was no longer just a strong hunter. He was a walking cosmic law.
"My Lord!" Julian shouted, running onto the bridge while clutching a holographic monitor. His face was filled with a mixture of terror and frantic excitement. "The Centauri Imperial Vanguard Fleet... they’ve bypassed Saturn! Ten thousand star-cruisers... they will enter Earth’s orbit in less than three minutes!"
Ethan walked out onto the forward deck of the dreadnought, looking up into the dark expanse of space.
Through the atmosphere, the dark void of the night sky began to burn with a terrifying, golden light. Thousands of massive, metallic golden star-cruisers—each the size of a city—broke through the orbital barrier, their hulls burning with the heat of miniature suns.
At the front of the armada was a colossal flagship, where Emperor Sol-Vahn stood, his plasma energy radiating a light that turned the night into blinding day.
"Primitive trash of Earth!" Sol-Vahn’s voice boomed down from the upper atmosphere, rattling the windows of every city across the globe. "Your execution has arrived! Kneel and accept the fire of the sun!"
Ethan stood on the deck, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his dark-matter coat. He didn’t draw a single weapon. He looked up at the ten thousand alien warships and smiled darkly.
"Cassandra. Alden," Ethan whispered, his voice echoing through the clouds like a cold prophecy. "They brought an empire to my doorstep."
He slowly raised his right hand, pointing his index finger toward the golden sky.
"Go. Clear the sky."