Chapter 69: daughter of demon king
The holographic communication array of the Void-Emperor Imperial Haven flashed with an persistent, rhythmic red chime. Bypassing the sub-space security blocks, a secondary, highly encrypted transmission from Earth’s unified corporate coalition forced its data packets straight onto the primary console of the lounge.
Projected within the warm, jasmine-scented recovery suite was a desperate, multi-layered delegation consisting of the remaining directors of the five largest global syndicates. These billionaire executives, who had spent the last four months ruling the lower plane vaults, were currently kneeling flat on their knees, their expensive clothing soaked in nervous sweat as they looked directly into the camera feed.
"Lord Min-jae..." the speaker for the coalition pleaded, his voice trembling with an absolute, raw panic as he lowered his head completely to the concrete. "Our previous arrogance was a fatal miscalculation. We have officially formalized an absolute, unconditional merger registry. We don’t just offer our remaining lifelines and regional caches—we beg for your administrative permission to dismantle the central districts of Seoul to erect a colossal, physical holy temple in your name. We will worship your throne as the sole protector of Earth’s ledger. Please, do not cut our connection loops."
Min-jae casually leaned back against the leather cushion, his loose black cotton lounging shirt highlighting his lean, relaxed frame. He didn’t offer the kneeling tycoons a single fraction of his attention, his deadpan obsidian eyes tracking his internal status files instead. With a brief, indifferent wave of his hand, he completely severed the signal line.
"Chae-won, archive their merger documents as zero-priority scrap," Min-jae commanded flatly, his voice a low, seductive baritone that sent a thrill of anticipation through his queens. "We don’t manage religious institutions."
"On it, boss! Siphoning their capital files anyway!" Han Chae-won beamed, her petite frame practically vibrating with high-energy financial greed as her fingers flew across her terminal. She sprinted directly toward the armory bay, her cheeks puffed up with fanatical glee. "The forge lines are completely unsealed! The newly harvested Primordial Source Core is processed! It’s time to upgrade our auxiliary mechanical line!"
Min-jae smoothly stood up from the sofa, his hands sliding naturally into his pockets as he walked into the forge room, standing before the glowing purple interfaces of the Sub-Divine Celestial Anvil. Han Chae-won execution-tapped her control panel, dropping the massive, diamond-like Source Core straight into the swirling plasma matrix. Min-jae channeled his Ancient Vajra World-Breaker Core parameters, compressing the mythic-class energy straight into the automated defense units.
[Sub-Divine Celestial Anvil Active! Forcing Auxiliary Unit Overwrite!]
[Target Selected: Twelve ’Void-Ember Dread-Mechs’!]
[Fusing Primordial Source Core and 100,000 High-Tier Cosmic Crystals... 100% Success!]
[The mechs have permanently evolved into: ’The Mythic-Class Genesis Obliterators’!b]
[New Trait Unlocked: ’Source Anchoring’ — The mechanical army now projects an un-breakable absolute-gravity barrier over the tower, multiplying the fortress’s cloaking metrics by 500% while reducing all incoming high-tier planetary artillery damage to 0!]
Crack!.
A catastrophic, blinding wave of gold and white solar plasma violently exploded from the anvil, shooting the upgraded code lines straight into the automated defense hangers outside the viewports. The twelve massive steel frames hummed with a renewed, predatory intensity, their geometric iron plates aligning perfectly to anchor the sub-space pocket.
"The defenses are completely locked down," Major General Shin Ye-rin reported, her short black bob shifting as she execution-tapped her terminal glass. Her steel-gray eyes flashed with a sharp tactical focus. "Min-jae, the twelve-hour window has hit absolute zero. The radar has isolated the final, bleeding crimson coordinate of this sector—The Central Source Core."
"Vanguard line, position," Min-jae commanded flatly.
He slowly summoned his True Vajra Sub-Divine God-Armor back onto his frame, the light-absorbing dark alloy plates locking tightly over his chest with a sharp mechanical hiss. He reached over his shoulder, his strong fingers firmly wrapping around the heavy, wrapped hilt of his newly unsealed SSS-Rank Primordial Genesis Greatsword. His Solar Zenith Domain ignited the entire room into a burning inferno of white primordial fire as his nine flawless queens lined up perfectly behind his flank, their hearts completely locked to his presence with an ironclad, eternal love.
"Spatial Void Phase," Min-jae murmured.
Voom!.
Space across the entire fortress completely fractured like brittle glass, and the tower vanished from the sub-space lane, dropping straight through the dimensional faults into the absolute, pitch-black center of the Source Realm.
They materialized directly within a massive, hollow cathedral constructed out of floating geometric crystal blocks. Sitting upon a towering throne of dark-alloy code strings at the apex of the chamber was an entirely un-calculable entity—Medusa, The Demon King’s Daughter.
Her figure was staggeringly, breathtakingly beautiful and intensely seductive. She possessed an exceptionally voluptuous, heavy-breasted hourglass physique and a very thin, narrow waist, highlighted by an ultra-luxury, tight-fitting gown of dark violet silk that left her smooth, pale bare shoulders completely exposed. Long, billowy sleeves of translucent black tulle drifted gracefully around her dangerous curves like frozen mist. Her dark, silken hair was crowned by a delicate silver headdress, and her pouty lips were painted a deep, seductive shade of dark violet.
However, her exotic, piercing icy-blue eyes held a completely freezing, aristocratic coldness. She rested her cheek against her hands, her posture radiating an absolute, unyielding attitude of noble detachment and supreme boredom as she looked down at the sudden spatial intrusion.
"So, you are the F-rank anomaly who has been strip-mining my father’s outer sectors," Medusa spoke, her voice sounding like a low, seductive melody of glass that carried an immense, suffocating weight. She didn’t drop her cold posture, her eyes locking straight onto Min-jae’s heavy greatsword.
"You brought your little harem straight into the central core engine, human. Tell me... does your little mirror contain enough variables to survive the gaze of a true primordial royal?"
Min-jae casually spun his massive greatsword onto his shoulder, his deadpan black eyes looking straight into her freezing gaze as a cold, dark, and highly calculated grin spread across his face. The final, blood-soaked execution run of the system was reaching its absolute peak, and the Monarch was ready to claim the highest throne.
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