NOVPUBAt the center of the shattered stellar ring within the Singularity Battlefield.
Velen stood on stairs forged from condensed mana, surveying the scene around him. Beneath his feet, bottomless void fissures yawned wide. Above his head, twelve grand divine magic arrays floated in the sky, radiating sacred brilliance.
Perched on his shoulder, Nightshade's amethyst eyes reflected the chaotic battlefield, where major factions clashed in a chaotic frenzy.
"Quite the party, huh?" Velen remarked, amused.
"The Star Tower offers three divine artifacts! Please vacate the ruin!""The Abyssal Council is willing to trade one hundred thousand resource planets! Hand it over to us!"Suddenly, the Mechanica Church's gear-shaped warship opened fire, blasting a rival bidder into cosmic debris. "Logic judgment: physical elimination is most efficient."
"What's with all this bargaining? Let's just take it by force!"
As factions descended into full-blown warfare, Velen chuckled lightly and took a crystal vial from his robes.
The moment the cork popped, a thick scent of pure Star Essence wafted out—immediately freezing the battlefield in silence.
"Pardon me," Velen said casually, then upended the priceless vial and poured its contents into the void. "I'm just here to mop the floor."
The pale-blue liquid drifted in zero-gravity, forming iridescent spheres that shimmered with prismatic light.
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The expressions of all faction leaders froze mid-conflict.
That was enough Star Essence to cultivate ten Star Emperors—and this madman was using it as cleaning fluid?
"Phase Three, begin," Velen snapped his fingers.
Stiegler opened his spatial ring, releasing tens of thousands of radiant magic-alloy bricks. They surged into the void and formed a luxurious golden road that led straight to the heart of the ruin.
"Magical rainbow alloy!""Millennia-old stockpile! We must seize it—quick! Move!"
Slovak's face twitched. "Your Highness, those bricks could buy out—"
"Shhh," Velen hushed him with a raised finger. "It's not about the cost. It's about the effect."
Slovak: … Rich people and their logic.
Indeed, no one could compete with a tycoon.
The Mechanica warship abruptly turned its cannons on the Abyssal Council members scrambling to collect bricks. The Star Tower's senators began brawling amongst themselves over a single fallen alloy tile.
Within moments, total chaos broke out over the magical alloy.
Nightshade gleefully spat out a space bubble, teleporting several brawlers to the edge of the battlefield.
In the ensuing madness, no one noticed Velen and his team slipping quietly to the main temple entrance.
The divine runes etched into the door were already beginning to fade.
Everyone else was too obsessed with hoarding magical alloy to notice.
In no time at all, Velen and his party entered the temple.
At the very center of the sanctum, a fragment of the Creator's Godshard floated within a pillar of light.
Just as Velen reached out to claim it, the entire palace suddenly shuddered violently.
A rift tore open in space—and a fearsome figure descended with godlike force!
"It's the Sovereign of the Temple of Life!" 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝒄𝙤𝙢
Someone cried out in shock.
The Life Sovereign hovered above them, flanked by three other god-ranked beings, each exuding overwhelming divine pressure.
"Ants like you dare reach for a godshard?"
The Sovereign's cold sneer was enough to make Slovak vomit blood and collapse.
Shadow moved to strike—but Nightshade was faster.
The small dragon's body swelled midair, its scales glowing with runes that resonated with the godshard's divine energy.
Before anyone could react, it snapped its jaws and swallowed the shard whole.
"What the—?!"
Even Velen was stunned by the sudden move.
"NO!"
The Life Sovereign exploded in fury, unleashing god-rank power that reduced half the palace to dust.
In that perilous moment, Velen's right arm erupted in radiant golden light—and a system prompt chimed in his mind:
"Ding! Hidden Reward Obtained: 'Right Hand of God' (Temporary)"
The next instant, his fist—imbued with the power of law—collided with the god-rank assault. The resulting shockwave obliterated the entire ruin complex.
As the dust finally cleared, Velen remained in his punching stance, the sleeve on his right arm shredded, ancient divine runes glowing on his skin.
"Interesting," he murmured, shaking off the numbness. "So that's god-tier power?"
Without hesitation, he opened several Spatial Portals and evacuated the Sanctuary team.
Moments later…
The alarm bells of Endless Sanctuary rang with urgency.
Four rifts tore open in the sky. The Life Sovereign and his three god-rank retainers descended, stepping across the air.
"Damn you little insect! Return my godshard!"
His power, nearly reaching full godhood, surged outward.
The pressure alone fractured the Sanctuary's defensive barriers. Even the mighty Jade Dragons cowered in their nests, trembling with fear.
Lilith crushed an emergency crystal and shouted, "Velen! The Sanctuary won't last much longer!"
A lazy voice echoed from the crystal: "Got it. Open the city gates."
"What city—?"
Before she could finish, the sky darkened.
A colossal starship broke through the clouds, its size rivaling the Sanctuary itself. Standing at the helm was Velen—his right arm wreathed in divine runes.
Behind him, Nightshade had undergone its transformation.
No longer a hatchling, it had become a starbeast of staggering might—its wingspan stretched over a hundred meters, and starlight danced between its glittering scales.
The godshard had triggered an explosive growth in Nightshade, pushing it toward divine evolution.
But the Life Sovereign was not ready to back down.
"I don't care if you swallowed it! You'll cough it up!"
"System," Velen said calmly. "Initiate Final Protocol."
"Ding! Confirmed: All resources consumed to activate 'Ragnarök Mode.'"
Beneath the Sanctuary, ancient machinery rumbled to life. Twelve divine rune-carved pillars erupted from underground.
Velen hurled the remaining Stellar Core into the command nexus. The Sanctuary itself began to transform.
Towers collapsed into siege turrets. The plaza lifted to reveal a planet-killing cannon. Even the rainbow alloy paving melted and reforged into a defensive matrix.
"Impossible!"
The Life Sovereign's expression finally cracked. "A war fortress?!"
What came next was even more terrifying—the appearance of the Tycoon Guardians.
Guardian One's dark robes morphed into celestial armor, radiant wings of light unfurling behind him.
The remaining Guardians all unsealed their god-rank auras at once.
The sheer pressure paralyzed the Life Sovereign with fear.
Why the hell are there so many god-tier freaks here?!
And then…
Nightshade roared.
All across the battlefield, its temporal-space afterimages began appearing, each one devouring the divine power of an enemy.
"No… No… Stop!"
The Life Sovereign was terrified now.
"Now, it's my turn."
Velen raised his Right Hand of God. Within his palm, a Gate to the Soul Hell opened wide.
The Life Sovereign's attacks were devoured by the gate—and only made it stronger.
The other god-rank warriors tried to tear open space and escape.
But Nightshade's temporal chains latched onto them, locking them in place.
"NO! How can this be—?!"
The Sovereign's scream was cut short.
The Gate to Soul Hell fully opened, dragging him and his allies into an eternal void. As the last of them vanished, a system prompt echoed in Velen's mind:
"Ding! Soul Hell has evolved. Permanent Imprisonment unlocked."
When the sky cleared and the dust settled, the Sanctuary was dead silent.
Everyone stared at the floating figure of Velen—and the overwhelming Tycoon Guardians beside him.
So… this was the true power of the Titan Elder?
On his shoulder, Nightshade had returned to its smaller form, yawning lazily. It let out a little burp and spat out a sparkling starlight bubble.
"…Well, don't just stand there," Velen landed before the stunned Lilith. "Approve the budget for the victory banquet?"
