The unmapped stellar channels of the deep Ether Sea stretched out into a boundless, shimmering landscape of dark indigo and radiant violet gas clouds.Having successfully broken past the gravity traps of Checkpoint 44, the Al-Me’raj was now sailing through a quiet, neutral drift zone located entirely outside the official jurisdiction of the regional Archons.
The massive dark-matter sails flapped silently against the open void, smoothly drawing in the ambient starlight currents to gradually restore the ship’s primary propulsion grids.
At the secondary helm, Kaelen stood as rigid as a statue, his muscular arms and chest still heavily wrapped in thick linen bandages.
His physical body was deeply exhausted, the raw tears across his flesh from the previous battles requiring high-grade medicinal catalysts to fully repair his Tier 5 mortal veins.Sargon sat calmly upon his grand obsidian throne at the rear of the command deck.
His messy white hair fell loosely around the ornate golden headband on his forehead, its central violet jewel casting a soft reflection against the dark cushions.
His expressionless, dead-pan face was completely still, his pitch-black void eyes watching the screen of his internal system interface as it tracked his energy recovery.
[Notice: Current Core Energy Reserves: 16.4% (Stable Growth Threshold).][Warning: The user’s unsealed gate remains vulnerable to heavy conceptual feedback.
Standard deployment of ‘Ultimate Attribute: Sovereign Void’ is highly restricted.][Scanning Local Quadrant…
A massive independent energy cluster has been located three hundred knots ahead: The Silver-Silk Merchant Caravan.]
Sargon slowly closed his eyes, his mind reflecting on the current reality of his journey.
He was weak.
In front of the true, established superpowers of the inner divine realms, his current unsealed stage was nothing but a tiny spark waiting to be snuffed out.
If he wanted to survive long enough to unlock his primary gates and eventually conquer the Three Heavens, he could not continue to carelessly delete every obstacle in his path.
He needed resources.
He needed an elite faction.
And right now, he needed high-grade medicine to fully restore Kaelen’s physical combat capacity.”Kaelen,” Sargon commanded softly, his quiet voice echoing through the star-metal planks.
“Initialize the ship’s absolute cloaking shroud.
Mask the primordial signature of the hull.
We are entering a neutral trading lane.””By your absolute will, My Lord,” Kaelen replied, his voice raspy but level as he threw the secondary cloaking levers forward.The millions of ancient geometric runes along the ship’s hull dimmed into a low, harmless gray, transforming the legendary obsidian leviathan into a regular, battle-worn cargo cruiser.
Twenty minutes later, the Al-Me’raj dropped out of its slipstream alongside the massive, floating metropolis of the Silver-Silk Caravan.
It was an interstellar market of magnificent proportions—a collection of hundreds of interconnected planetary barges, floating glass bazaars, and decorated palace ships belonging to various independent royal families and merchant kings.
Bright, multi-colored lanterns floated in the open vacuum, illuminating the thousands of small vessels trading exotic resources, high-tier spell scrolls, and refined elemental ores.Kaelen anchored the ship at a small, neutral public dock near the outer ring of the caravan.
Leaving the Core Spirit hawk avatar to guard the vessel, Sargon stepped onto the crystalline docks, his purple and gold embroidered merchant robes trailing elegantly across the polished floorboards.
Kaelen followed exactly two paces behind his right shoulder, his hand resting firmly on the hilt of his sheathed scimitar, his sharp gaze monitoring the surrounding crowd.
The grand bazaar of the caravan was bustling with life, presenting a vast cast of diverse cosmic travelers, independent adventurers, and wealthy scholars.
Sargon moved through the crowded streets with an unbothered, detached calm, his pitch-black eyes scanning the storefronts until they locked onto an opulent, marble-framed pavilion displaying rare, high-grade celestial herbs.Inside the pavilion stood a highly memorable figure.It was Princess Myra—a brilliant, cunning young merchant sovereign belonging to the prominent Astral Dawn Royal Family.
She was a Tier 5 mortal cultivator whose sharp, emerald-green eyes possessed a unique elemental appraisal attribute.
Clad in luxurious jade-green silks and intricate gold hairpins, she was casually inspecting a velvet tray of rare medicinal roots when Sargon and Kaelen stepped into her pavilion.The moment Sargon walked past her display counters, the golden ring on Princess Myra’s finger violently vibrated, its crimson tracking jewel flaring with a sharp, alerting resonance.
Her emerald eyes instantly narrowed as she looked up, her gaze locking onto Sargon’s messy white hair, his golden headband, and the light-absorbent, pitch-black void eyes that seemed to completely defy the ambient lighting of her room.
She didn’t call for guards.
Instead, a clever, calculating smile played across her lips as she stepped out from behind her desk, her silk robes rustling softly.”An undocumented obsidian star-metal frame…
ancient geometric runes hidden beneath a low-grade mortal cloaking shroud…
and a master whose very eyes reflect a bottomless vacuum,” Princess Myra whispered, her voice low, level, and filled with a sharp, dangerous intelligence.
She stopped exactly five feet away from Sargon, leaning her head slightly to the side.
“You are the ‘soul-less anomaly’ from the outer trench, aren’t you? The one who completely vanished from Checkpoint 44 after trading twenty tons of unrefined space-time ore.”Kaelen’s body instantly tensed, a low, dangerous growl vibrating in his throat as his bandaged fingers tightened around the hilt of his scimitar.
The air inside the pavilion grew violently cold.
Princess Myra didn’t flinch.
She lazily tapped her golden ring against her ledger.
“Do not draw your steel, warrior. My personal guards are Tier 5 Royal Knights, and the moment a single drop of blood is spilled in this pavilion, the caravan’s defense arrays will instantly alert the nearest Archon fleet. A simple report to the Three Heavens regarding your location would fetch my family a bounty large enough to buy an entire star cluster.”She looked directly into Sargon’s expressionless face, her smile widening with the arrogance of a royal blackmailer.
“I don’t care about the bounty, however. I care about profit. Give me the primary architectural coordinates of the hidden star-metal cache where you harvested that unrefined space-time ore, and I will keep your identity a complete secret from the Eon Deities. If you refuse… well, the cosmos is a very small place for an undocumented anomaly.”
The blackmail was absolute, delivered with the flawless political strategy of a true merchant sovereign.
Sargon stood perfectly still.
He knew his current limits; his core energy was sitting at a critical 16.4%, meaning he was far too weak to execute a brute-force deletion of a royal princess and her guards without his human body collapsing from the internal backlash.
He could not force a victory here.But his Gintama-like face remained completely unmoved.
His pitch-black void eyes looked down at her with a chilling, imperial detachment that made her smile slightly falter.System, Sargon thought, his voice carrying an immovable weight.
Activate Mass Control.
Localized parameter adjustment.
[Notice: ‘Ultimate Attribute: Ruler of Authority’ activated passively.][Current Target: Princess Myra’s personal protective gravity shield and her immediate physical standing circle.]
Sargon did not lift a finger.
He didn’t even shift his relaxed stance.
But silently, invisibly, his evolved [Concept Override: Mass Control] law targeted the concept of density protecting her frame.CRACK.Suddenly, the air directly around Princess Myra’s body turned completely black.
The protective, high-tier jade gravity barrier radiating from her golden ring violently shattered into harmless green sparks, unable to support the sudden, catastrophic weight forced onto its energy lines.
The polished marble floorboards beneath her silk slippers abruptly cracked and caved inward by three inches, the localized atmospheric mass multiplying by a hundred-fold in a fraction of a millisecond.”Ugh—!”
Princess Myra’s breath was violently knocked out of her chest.
The intense, artificial gravity multiplication slammed down across her shoulders like a falling mountain, forcing her knees to violently tremble as her jade silks compressed against her ribs.
Her face turned pale, a drop of cold sweat trickling down her temple as she realized that her life was hanging by a single microscopic thread.
This wasn’t standard elemental magic or mortal mana; it was a silent, absolute distortion of physical reality itself.”You speak of your royal family and the caravan’s defense arrays as if they can shield your throat before your concept is un-made,” Sargon spoke, his quiet voice echoing inside her mind with a terrifying, ancient weight that made her soul shiver with an instinctual, existential dread.
“The outer trench is a graveyard for those who overreach, princess. Do not assume my silence is a sign of submission.”Sargon slowly loosened the localized mass control, allowing the crushing gravity wave to recede.Princess Myra stumbled backward, gasping for air as her hand gripped the edge of her marble counter for support.
Her emerald-green eyes were no longer filled with arrogant greed; they were wide with a profound, trembling respect and caution.
She had just realized that the white-haired teenager standing before her was a dangerous, unexplained cosmic anomaly playing an entirely different game from the mortal kingdoms.
She slowly straightened her silks, her clever mind rapidly reassessing the situation.
She was a merchant princess; she knew when a trade was too dangerous to force.”A silent mass distortion without a single drop of mana…” Princess Myra whispered, her voice shaking slightly before she forced her composure to return, a sharp, respectful smile replacing her panic.
“It seems my appraisal underestimated the depth of your void. You are right, sovereign. A mutual destruction serves neither of our houses.”She reached beneath her counter, pulling out a small, sealed crystal phial containing a glowing, starlight-blue liquid—a high-grade Celestial Ether-Sapt catalyst capable of instantly repairing fractured mortal veins.
She slid it across the counter toward Sargon.”A gesture of respect to heal your first mate,” Myra said, her eyes locking onto Sargon’s dead-pan face with a rising, competitive intensity.
“Let us form a temporary, non-aggression pact. I will keep your tracking signature completely deleted from the caravan’s public logs, and I will not report your anomaly status to the Archons. In exchange, you will leave my pavilion peacefully.”
Sargon reached out his pale hand, calmly picking up the medicinal phial before passing it back to a silently grateful Kaelen.”The void does not seek unnecessary conflicts,” Sargon said flatly, his galaxy-filled eyes maintaining their ruthless detachment.
“Maintain your silence, Myra, and your caravan will continue to float.”Princess Myra bowed her head in a formal, royal gesture of tense negotiation.
“Until our paths cross again in the inner territories, Sargon. The star tides are turning, and I will be watching your progress very closely.”Without another word, Sargon turned around, his purple merchant robes trailing elegantly across the cracked floor as he walked out of the pavilion.
Kaelen followed him closely, his hand firmly holding the rare medicine that would soon fully restore his physical combat capacity.They walked back toward the public docks, leaving the hidden rival princess safely behind them.
Sargon had survived his first major faction encounter not through brute-force deletion, but through cold strategy, psychological domination, and a tense political compromise.
He had successfully protected his identity while securing the vital resources his crew needed to grow.
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