The bridge was silent. It seemed impossible for a Divine Lord to attack them. Divine Lords were revered as gods, living in lofty palaces and worshipped by countless followers. Why would such a being attack them? Confusion and fear gripped the crew as they struggled to comprehend the unprecedented threat looming over them.

Outside the Void Marauder, Ajitha’s assault continued unabated. His movements were a blur, each strike precise and devastating. As he tore through the pirate fleet, the remaining ships scattered in a desperate attempt to flee. The fleeing ships were swiftly destroyed by the reconnaissance ships and Ajitha’s relentless onslaught.

With no other ships left to handle, Ajitha set his sights on the enemy flagship. The sleek, metallic surface of the ship shimmered under the distant stars as he forcibly entered, his presence casting an intimidating shadow over the bridge.

“Where is your captain?” he demanded, his voice echoing with authority. The pirates fell silent, their eyes collectively glancing at the unconscious figure sprawled on the bridge.

Ajitha was flabbergasted. “How the hell did he fall unconscious?” he wondered aloud, looking at the captain on the floor. The pirates stared at Ajitha in fear, their eyes wide with terror. One pirate nervously whispered, “You… you were the reason our captain fell unconscious.”

Ajitha pointed at himself in disbelief. “Am I that scary?” he asked, his tone a mix of surprise and amusement. Sighing, he declared, “Whoever tells me the location of your treasure will live. If not, you know the consequences.”

The silence was thick with tension until one pirate, trembling, spoke up. “The location of our treasure is only known to our captain.”

Ajitha’s expression hardened. “Then what’s the use of keeping you alive?” With swift, deadly precision, he eliminated everyone on the spaceship. He then picked up the unconscious pirate captain, slinging him over his shoulder, and made his way back to his mothership.

As he approached, the colossal, invisible vessel began to hum with energy, a faint shimmer revealing its massive form. Reginald, having finished his own tasks, returned to the ship as well, finding Ajitha with their new captive. The bridge crew watched in awe and fear as Ajitha and Reginald re-entered, the unconscious captain a stark reminder of the formidable power they wielded.

Ajitha then ordered his commander to obliterate the enemy flagship. The main cannon of the Skyforge Fortress fired at the Void Marauder, its immense power reducing the pirate flagship to a faint cloud of dust in the cosmos. Ajitha and Reginald watched in awe as the trapper ships brought back the storage vessels of the pirates. Turning to Reginald, Ajitha remarked, “We should also bring some dwarf technology back with us to Earth when we time travel.”

Reginald nodded in agreement but then glanced at Ajitha’s hand where the unconscious pirate captain was held. “Shouldn’t we deal with him first?” he suggested.

Ajitha tossed the captive to Reginald. “Make him reveal the location of their treasure,” he instructed before heading toward the hologram map. Reginald kicked the pirate captain into a corner, then pointed his finger at a water jar. Miraculously, the jar floated through the air into his hand. Reginald splashed the water onto the pirate’s face to wake him up, following it with a few slaps until the pirate groggily came to.

Ajitha, now standing near the hologram map, asked the commander, “Have you found any new targets?”

The commander responded, “We have identified two new pirate fleets. Which one should we pursue first?”

“Let’s go to the closest one,” Ajitha decided. Just then, Reginald approached with a report. “The pirate revealed the location of their treasure. He also mentioned his name is Korath, and he works for a famous Chamber of Commerce.”

The commander glanced at the captive, his disheveled appearance a stark contrast to his earlier bravado. Shock was evident on the commander’s face.

Ajitha raised an eyebrow. “Is that Chamber of Commerce strong?”

Reginald shrugged. “Their highest-ranking officers are demigods at best.”

Ajitha scoffed. “If they try to interfere, get rid of them. Now, let’s finish off the second pirate group.”

The Skyforge Fortress hummed with renewed energy, its crew preparing for the next assault. The vastness of space lay before them, a battleground where their might and determination would be tested once more. As they set their course, the faint dust cloud that was once the Void Marauder served as a stark reminder of the power and ruthlessness of Ajitha and his forces.

Ajitha’s cloak fluttered behind him as he walked back to the bridge. He gazed at the holographic map, pinpointing the next target with unwavering focus. The silent awe of the crew mirrored the gravity of their mission.

“Commander,” Ajitha called, his voice firm and resolute, “prepare the fleet for immediate departure.”

“Yes, my lord,” the commander responded, his tone filled with respect and determination.

The Skyforge Fortress, an imposing leviathan of technological and mystical prowess, surged forward through the cosmos. Stars blurred into streaks of light as the ship accelerated, its destination clear and unwavering. The crew, a mix of seasoned warriors and brilliant engineers, moved with synchronized efficiency, each step resonating with purpose.

Ajitha and Reginald stood at the forefront, their eyes fixed on the vast expanse before them. The journey ahead was fraught with danger and uncertainty, but their resolve remained unshaken.

In the far reaches of the cosmos, a fleet drifted silently through the void. Suddenly, the communicator rang, and the commander stepped forward to accept the incoming transmission. On the screen, an officer saluted sharply. “Commander, we have found the location of the pirates’ treasure. You are requested to quickly go and collect the treasure and send it to the Sovereign Palace. Stand by for further coordinates.”

The commander nodded, issuing orders with practiced efficiency. “Set course for the provided coordinates.” This fleet was none other than Ajitha’s second fleet, tasked solely with collecting pirate treasures from locations scouted by the mothership.

The ship traveled a vast distance, engines humming with the power of advanced technology. When they arrived at the designated coordinates, a barren planet loomed before them, its rocky surface illuminated by distant starlight. The crew began a meticulous search of the planet, eventually discovering a hidden cave in a mountainous region. The entrance was concealed by inscriptions and advanced security technology, but the soldiers quickly decoded the defenses.

“Scout the cave,” the commander ordered. The soldiers moved with disciplined precision, soon returning with news that sent a ripple of excitement through the crew. “Commander, we’ve found the pirates’ treasure.”

The commander entered the cave and was taken aback by the sight. The cavern was filled with an unimaginable wealth of celestial shards, celestial stones, medicinal plants, and precious metals. The glow of the celestial shards cast an ethereal light, illuminating the vast hoard.

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“Gather everything quickly,” the commander commanded. The soldiers moved swiftly, packing the treasures with expert care and transferring them to the ship. The wealth glimmered under the ship’s lights as it was secured for transport.

With the treasures safely aboard, the commander gave his final order. “Blast the cave. Leave no trace.”

The soldiers planted charges and retreated to a safe distance. The explosion was a muted thud in the thin atmosphere, collapsing the cave and erasing any evidence of the pirates’ hidden cache. As the fleet set course for the Sovereign Palace, the commander reflected on their mission. The stars stretched endlessly ahead, and with their cargo secured, they sped through the cosmos, a testament to the relentless efficiency of Ajitha’s forces.

At the border of the Milky Way galaxy, the notorious space pirate group known as the Interstellar Outlaws reveled in their latest conquest. They had just looted and destroyed a spaceship belonging to Galactic Expeditions, a renowned travel agency that enabled people to journey across the galaxy. The agency was a lifeline for those who couldn’t afford the exorbitant costs of space warp technology, which was reserved for the most advanced and powerful planets.

The aftermath of the attack was grim. The pirates had killed many passengers, their bodies floating lifelessly in the cold vacuum of space. Some survivors were captured, destined to be sold as slaves or exploited for the pirates’ twisted pleasures. The pirate crew was jubilant, their raucous celebrations echoing through their ships. But their revelry would be short-lived.

Ajitha and his soldiers arrived, the sight of the destroyed ship and the lifeless bodies igniting a fierce rage within him. The commander reported to Ajitha, his voice trembling with fury as he pointed out the devastation before them. Ajitha’s eyes scanned the pirate fleet, his expression hardening with wrath.

“There are some passengers alive, captured in the flagship,” Ajitha growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Our first priority is to save them, but if they are used as shields, don’t hesitate to kill them.” Without waiting for a response, he flew out of the mothership, his body a blur of motion as he began his assault on the pirate fleet.

“What’s the plan?” Reginald shouted after him, but Ajitha was too consumed by his rage to answer. With a resigned shake of his head, Reginald followed, leading the assault ships into battle.

Panic spread through the pirate flagship as Ajitha’s onslaught decimated their fleet. The pirate captain barked orders to stay calm, assuring his crew that reinforcements were on their way. “We just need to hold out for an hour,” he insisted, urging his men to keep the enemy at bay.

But their hopes were dashed when a crew member reported that more than ninety percent of their fleet had been obliterated. “How is that even possible?” the captain exclaimed, his confidence shattered.

Ajitha was a whirlwind of destruction, his fists and energy blasts relentless. His eyes burned with fury, glancing repeatedly at the dead passengers’ bodies. His rage fueled his power, making him unstoppable.

Once he had destroyed all the ships, except for the storage ships and the flagship, Ajitha turned his attention to the flagship. He stormed into the ship, his presence a palpable force of anger and power. His cloak billowed around him, and the MystiCrest on his forehead glowed a menacing red.

Inside the flagship, the pirate captain’s bravado melted away as he faced Ajitha. The Divine Lord removed his hood, revealing his glowing MystiCrest, its light reflecting his inner rage. Ajitha’s eyes locked onto the captain, and he began to walk slowly towards him, each step deliberate and filled with menace. The captain, now realizing the true extent of the danger he faced, trembled in fear, unable to look away from the terrifying figure approaching him.

Ajitha, still seething with rage, stood before the pirate captain. Without a word, he pointed his finger at the man and made a slashing motion through the air. The captain, bewildered by the odd gesture, was suddenly overcome with pain as both his hands fell to the ground, blood spraying everywhere. The captain screamed in agony as both his hands were severed, blood spraying across the metallic floor. His scream was cut short by Ajitha's commanding shout to shut up. The captain, paralyzed by fear, fell silent, cowed by Ajitha's overwhelming aura.

"Now you feel the pain the others felt while you were hurting and killing them," Ajitha snarled. The captain began to cry hysterically, pleading for his life. Ajitha's eyes narrowed as he pointed to the dead passengers outside. "Did you spare them when they begged for mercy?" The captain, still crying, remained silent. With another slashing motion, Ajitha severed the captain's legs, leaving his body trembling on the ground. The captain's screams echoed through the ship, sending waves of terror through the remaining pirates.

Ajitha lifted the captain into the air without touching him, his power evident in the effortless gesture. "Tell me the location of your assets," Ajitha demanded, "and I will make your death less painful." The pirate captain, choking on his sobs, quickly divulged the location. With a final, swift motion, Ajitha slashed the captain's throat, letting his body fall lifelessly to the floor.

The remaining pirates, terrified beyond measure, fell to the ground, begging for their lives. Ajitha glanced at them with cold indifference and snapped his fingers. Instantly, the pirates' arms and legs were crushed, their screams filling the air. But he did not kill them.

Reginald, just entering the flagship, looked around at the carnage. Ajitha turned to him and ordered, "Gather the innocent passengers and locked-up prisoners. Send them to the nearest galactic patrol station."

Reginald hesitated. "Wouldn't they expose us to the galactic patrol?"

Before Ajitha could respond, one of the captured passengers stepped forward, promising, "We won't say a word about you." The others joined in, echoing their gratitude and pledges of silence. Ajitha nodded curtly and left the flagship, returning to his mothership.

Reginald quickly arranged for the passengers to board a ship bound for the nearest galactic patrol station. As he rejoined Ajitha, the two watched the ship disappear into a space tunnel.

Ajitha then ordered his commanders to obliterate the enemy flagship. The main cannon of the Skyforge Fortress fired, reducing the pirates flagship to dust. The colossal ship then turned to leave.

Still consumed by rage, Ajitha went on a relentless rampage, destroying the third, fourth, fifth and many other pirate fleets in quick succession. His fury was so intense that it sent shockwaves through the galaxy, making every pirate tremble at the thought of facing some unknown person's wrath. The legend of a mysterious person's vengeance spread far and wide, instilling fear in the hearts of space pirates everywhere.

For two days, Ajitha and his soldiers roamed the vast expanse of space. Pirate activity had dwindled to nothing, with no signs of their usual targets. The pirates, terrified of meeting the same fate as their obliterated comrades, had retreated deep into their lairs. Ajitha, pacing the bridge of his mothership, turned to Reginald. “Have we collected enough funds yet?”

Reginald shook his head, his expression grim. “We’re still halfway short of what you specified.”

Ajitha frowned. “Why haven’t we encountered any pirates in the last two days?”

Reginald, his frustration evident, snapped back, “Whose fault do you think that is?”

Ajitha admitted, “It was my rage that wiped out so many pirate fleets.”

Reginald, seeing Ajitha’s contrite expression, continued more gently, “But what choice did you have? They crossed a line, attacking innocent people and killing them.”

Ajitha nodded, a flicker of guilt in his eyes. “I couldn’t control my rage when I saw those innocent lives taken so brutally.”

Reginald placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry. They’ll come out of hiding soon enough.”

At that moment, a commander entered the bridge, his expression a mix of excitement and urgency. “We’ve found a pirate fleet, sir.”

Ajitha and Reginald exchanged shocked glances. They had expected the pirates to resurface eventually, but not so soon. Rushing to the holographic display, they saw a fast-moving dot on the screen. Ajitha commanded, “Show their past travel path and estimated trajectory.”

The display shifted, revealing a hurried route. The fleet had stopped at only three stations to refuel, never lingering at any location for more than a day. “Are they really space pirates?” Ajitha questioned, his brow furrowed.

The commander nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Ajitha’s eyes narrowed. “They seem to be in a hurry. Let’s go greet them.”

The mothership and its fleet navigated through the stars, closing in on the pirates’ position. Reconnaissance ships were sent ahead to identify the formation. Ajitha, always cautious, scanned the fleet with his spiritual sense. His eyes widened in shock. “There’s a Divine Lord aboard that ship,” he announced to the stunned crew.

The atmosphere on the bridge grew tense. A Divine Lord among the pirates was unexpected and dangerous. Ajitha’s mind raced as he considered the implications. The presence of such a powerful being could mean that these pirates were more than they appeared.

“Prepare for engagement,” Ajitha ordered, his voice steady but his eyes blazing with determination.

Reginald asked, “Did he discover us?”

Ajitha shook his head. “No, my spiritual sense is more powerful than his. He hasn’t discovered us. I can defeat him easily, but make sure you don’t come near us when we fight.”

As the fleet approached the pirates, the vast emptiness of space seemed to tighten around them. Stars blurred into streaks as the ships accelerated, the silence before the storm thick with anticipation. Ajitha and Reginald stood at the forefront, ready to face whatever awaited them, their resolve unwavering in the face of the unknown.