Supreme Bloodline Evolution System

Chapter 191: His Voidstar

The houses were neatly organized. The shops and workshops stood near the roads. The healer halls had been placed closer to the center. Storehouses stood where supplies could be moved quickly. Army barracks had been built at four different corners of the city, each one facing toward the future districts of the great dragon families, so that no single side of the capital would feel weaker than the rest.

A massive wall wrapped around the city as well, rising high above the outer districts like a dark crown of crystal and stone. Tall towers stood along it at even distances, watching over the plains in every direction, while the upper paths were wide enough for soldiers to walk, patrol, and move weapons wherever an attack might come from.

It was not only a wall meant to look impressive.

Max had built it thick, heavy, and cruelly practical, with reinforced gates, hidden crystal veins, and enough height that no normal army could hope to climb over it by foot without being slaughtered before they reached the top. Even if enemies somehow broke through the outer roads, they would still have to face the wall, the towers, the soldiers above, and the city itself fighting against them.

Four great gates faced four different directions, each one connected to a main road that ran straight through the capital and eventually curved toward where the citadel would starnd at the center. Beyond those gates, unfinished roads stretched farther into the distance, stopping only where Max had chosen to leave them for now.

One day, those roads would reach other towns and cities.

And one day, the entire Voidstar Kingdom would be tied together by paths that all led back to this capital, this fortress, this place where Max had decided his kingdom would truly begin. Just like Rome.

So far, there were no elves living here.

Max knew that was something he would have to deal with later. The elves were part of his kingdom now, but not fully. Not in a way that truly mattered. They had not been pulled into the heart of Voidstar yet, and perhaps that was for the best. Dragons and elves had too much history, too much pride, too many wounds, and if he forced them together too quickly, he would only create racism and tension inside the capital he had just built.

He would work on it slowly.

But not now. Now, he had to build something far more important.

On the sixth day, Max hovered above the massive empty circle at the very center of the city. Every road curved toward it. Every district seemed to face it.

Max stared at the empty land for a long time, then raised both hands, and the base of the citadel began to rise.

At first, it was not beautiful. It looked more like something monstrous forcing its way out of the ground. Black crystal spread outward in a huge foundation, wider than anything else in the city, while deep pillars drove into the earth and connected with the hidden mana veins beneath Voidstar.

Max did not want a normal palace. A normal palace was only a place where kings sat, gave orders, and waited for other people to defend them.

His citadel would not be like that.

It would be connected to the city. It would watch over the city. And if enemies ever reached this far, it would become the center of the formation that would make them regret stepping into Voidstar.

By then, every dragon had a place to call home. Every family had a roof. Every soldier had a barrack. Every craftsman had either a workshop or a place marked for one. And while his women watched from below, Max spent the next seven days building the citadel.

Black crystal rose higher and higher each day.

The lower parts became thick and brutal, like a fortress that had no intention of ever falling. The walls were wide, the gates enormous, and the towers sharp enough to make people feel small even from a distance. Above that, he built halls for meetings, rooms for commanders, places for officials, armories, storage chambers, training areas, and war rooms where future battles could be planned.

Higher still, the citadel became sharper and more beautiful.

Jagged towers stretched toward the clouds, connected by wide bridges and balconies where dragons could land or look down upon the entire city. Purple, gold, and black lines ran through the crystal, not too bright, but enough to make it feel alive when the sun touched it.

Around the base, Max left space for trees, paths, training grounds, and quiet ponds, because even if the citadel was meant to be terrifying, he did not want the heart of his capital to feel like a prison. People had to be able to look at it with fear, yes, but also with pride.

When he finally finished, even the citizens of Voidstar fell silent.

The citadel was too large to feel like a building.

It looked like a mountain had risen from the middle of the city and decided to become a throne.

Its jagged edges scraped the clouds, while its wide shadow stretched over the roads, houses, shops, barracks, and people below. It was beautiful in a dark way, but it was also frightening, because everyone who looked at it could feel that it was the heart of this city.

Max hovered before it in his dragon-hybrid form, exhausted beyond words. His hands were trembling, his body ached, and his mana had been drained and restored so many times that even breathing felt heavy.

But when he looked down at the capital below him, a slow smile still rose on his lips.

He could feel pride rising in his heart, boiling inside him like a volcano on the verge of eruption. He had built this. This was not a video game. Not a dream. This. This was real.

This was his Voidstar. And no one would take it from him.