Chapter 75: Gates of Cosmic
The shattered fragments of High Demon Commander Zarek’s purple armor dissolved into harmless gray data pixels, swept away by the structural vacuum filters of the Void-Emperor Imperial Haven. Outside the panoramic glass viewports, the dark-alloy code strings of the Central Source Core hummed with a deep, predatory resonance, fully integrating Min-jae’s freshly achieved Level 43 progression curves.
"The immediate perimeter sector is clear," Major General Shin Ye-rin reported, her steel-gray eyes tracking the stabilizing green stat grids on her terminal glass. She adjusted the cuffs of her olive uniform shirt, her short black bob shifting as she looked toward the lounge. "Min-jae, Zarek’s division was completely deleted from the central ledger in four seconds. But his death has triggered a permanent, red-tier tracing echo inside the royal mainframe."
Min-jae stood calmly near the primary command pedestal, his hands casually stuffed inside his trouser pockets. His loose black cotton lounging shirt highlighted his lean, athletic build.
"Let them trace it," Min-jae murmured flatly, his low baritone cutting through the residual static like an iron blade. "Chae-won, begin the material extraction."
"Already on it, boss! Harvesting the premium assets!" Han Chae-won barked with absolute fanatical glee.
Her petite frame practically radiated high-energy financial greed as she sprinted toward the armory bay, her hands lifting the glowing Royal Guard Sovereign Core directly out of her infinite void storage. She dropped the pulsing crimson matrix straight into the central slot of the Sub-Divine Celestial Anvil.
Min-jae walked firmly into the forge room, his deadpan obsidian eyes tracking the purple holographic interfaces floating over the obsidian forge platform. He raised his hands, channeling the full weight of his newly mutated Ancient Vajra World-Breaker Core metrics to forcefully compress the raw royal energy, driving the code straight into Yoo Ji-a’s primary armament.
[Sub-Divine Celestial Anvil Active! Forcing Weapon Ascension!]
[Target Selected: Yoo Ji-a’s ’The Divine Genesis Calamity Piercer’ (True Divine Tier)!]
[Fusing Royal Guard Sovereign Core and 80,000 High-Tier Cosmic Crystals... 100% Success!]
[The Weapon has successfully mutated into: ’The SSS-Rank Abyssal Sun Piercer’ (Mythic Tier)!]
[New Active Trait Unlocked: ’Sovereign Bleed’ — Every basic spear thrust or horizontal crescent slash now injects an un-blockable 300% thermal friction loop that forcefully melts 3% of the target’s maximum health pool every second, completely ignoring mythic-tier damage reduction grids!]
Crack!.
A catastrophic shockwave of white-hot solar lightning and dark void energy violently exploded from the forge anvil, launching the newly upgraded weapon straight into Yoo Ji-a’s outstretched hands. The moment her slender fingers wrapped around the dark-alloy shaft, her long midnight-black ponytail swayed violently as the raw power surge rippled through her veins, her violet eyes flashing with an addictive, bloodthirsty battle-hunger.
"This is completely unhinged, Min-jae," Ji-a purred loudly, spinning the heavy mythic spear with effortless, supersonic velocity, cutting a clean vacuum line through the armory’s dense humidity. She cast a triumphant, highly protective glare toward the smitten Medusa. "My thermal loops are screaming. I can punch a clean hole right through a Supreme King’s castle gates now."
Medusa sat quietly nearby, her exceptionally voluptuous hourglass figure and full chest draped gracefully in her dark violet silk lounging robe. Her exotic icy-blue eyes did not display a single fraction of arrogance; instead, her full lips curved into an adoring, breathless smile as she looked at Min-jae. "A magnificent weapon for a vanguard, shadow spear. But my father’s inner gates require more than raw heat to bypass their spatial encryption codes."
Crack!.
Before the territorial bickering could escalate, the primary console of the Celestial Compass Grid cut through the air with a piercing, red-tier alarm. The holographic star-map violently fractured into a massive, twisting vortex of black void-fission ink.
"The central ledger has updated!" Ye-rin shouted sharply, her fingers blurring across her console glass. "Min-jae! The Supreme Demon King has received the execution file of his vanguard commander! Realizing Zarek has been turned to dust and his daughter has completely surrendered to our court, he has bypassed all standard sector gates!"
The star-map projected a colossal, terrifying palace structure materializing directly over their coordinates—The Supreme Citadel of the Demon King.
"Over one hundred thousand primordial dreadnoughts have just dropped into our spatial perimeter!" Ye-rin reported, her face tense with high-stakes suspense. "They are launching an absolute, planet-piercing bombardment to collapse our sub-space pocket! We have less than ninety seconds before the first multi-plane salvo drops!"
Min-jae slowly summoned his True Vajra Sub-Divine God-Armor back onto his frame with a heavy, metallic hiss, the pristine dark alloy plates locking tightly over his chest as his Solar Zenith Domain ignited the entire armory into a burning inferno of white primordial fire. He reached over his shoulder, his strong fingers firmly wrapping around the heavy hilt of his sss-rank Primordial Genesis Greatsword, its golden runes flaring with an intense solar density.
"He thinks a numerical head start can rewrite the rules of my reflection loop," Min-jae murmured, his low baritone dropping into a terrifying, god-like thunderclap that echoed through the white marble corridors. He looked toward his ten flawless, highly evolved queens who instantly stood in a precise, lethal vanguard line, their weapons humming with absolute execution parameters.
Medusa scrambled to her feet, her icy-blue eyes flashing with an unyielding, fanatical devotion as she stood tightly pressed against his chest flank, her violet lips curved into a dark smirk. "Let me guide your blade through his central core engine, my Lord. My father’s throne has been idle for far too long."
"Hold onto my shoulders," Min-jae commanded flatly, his golden eyes flashing with a commanding authority. "Keep your mana loops locked. We are dropping straight onto his central throne room to strip-mine the final master of this realm."
"Spatial Void Phase," Min-jae murmured.
Voom!.
Space across the entire tower completely fractured like brittle glass. In a fraction of a millisecond, the air imploded with a massive vacuum pop, and Min-jae along with his ten flawless queens vanished from the sub-space pocket, launching a direct, unannounced drop invasion straight into the heart of the Demon King’s Central Palace to turn an entire cosmic empire into a burning graveyard of vaporized steel.
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