Darkness had tried every trick, every method he could conceive, but waking Vermond proved impossible. Weeks turned into months, and still, Vermond lay there, untouched by time’s relentless march. Darkness, undeterred, kept trying, though his efforts seemed increasingly futile.

As months passed, something strange began to happen. Time started to accelerate around them. The once familiar station and its inhabitants seemed to blur and fade away as centuries flew by in a matter of moments. Darkness, still tethered to Vermond, watched in amazement as the world transformed at an incredible pace. Civilizations rose and fell, technologies advanced, and humanity evolved before his very eyes.

Darkness: "This is... unbelievable. How is this happening?"

Despite the chaos and change outside, Vermond remained untouched, lying on his bed, completely unaffected by the passage of time. Darkness, now witnessing millennia unfold in mere seconds, felt a growing sense of urgency and bewilderment.

Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the acceleration stopped. The world outside had changed beyond recognition, transformed into a landscape of technological marvels. Darkness tried once more to rouse Vermond, and this time, something felt different. There was a shift, a pull, and suddenly, they were no longer in the station.

They found themselves in a room filled with unfamiliar, more advanced technology. The walls were sleek and metallic, glowing with a soft blue light. Strange devices hummed and blinked with indicators that Vermond could not understand. As Vermond’s eyes fluttered open, he was greeted by a world utterly alien to him.

Vermond: "Wha... Where am I?"

Darkness, equally confused but relieved to see Vermond awake, attempted to make sense of their surroundings.

Darkness: "Vermond, something extraordinary has happened. We've... We've traveled through time."

Just then, a smooth, disembodied voice filled the room, startling them both.

AI Voice: "Greetings, unknown life form."

Vermond looked around, trying to locate the source of the voice. The AI, recognizing Vermond’s confusion, quickly scanned him and adjusted its language settings.

AI Voice: "Apologies. I have adjusted to your language. Welcome to the year 16342."

Vermond's eyes widened, and Darkness shared his astonishment.

Vermond: "Sixteen thousand three hundred and forty-two?!"

AI Voice: "Correct. You appear to be an anomaly. My sensors indicate you have been in stasis for several millennia."

Still reeling from this revelation, Vermond tried to process the enormity of their situation. He needed to understand more about this world they had found themselves in.

Vermond: "Show me the outside."

The AI complied, projecting a holographic image of the world beyond the room. Vermond and Darkness stared in awe. The cityscape was filled with towering skyscrapers of sleek, shimmering materials. Flying vehicles zipped through the air, and people moved about in futuristic clothing, their daily activities a testament to the advanced civilization they were now part of.

Darkness: "Incredible. We’re... we’re in the future."

Vermond, regaining his composure, began to explore the room, inspecting the advanced technology with cautious curiosity. The AI continued to assist, providing information and guidance as Vermond tried to understand their new reality.

AI Voice: "I am here to assist you. Please state your needs or queries."

Vermond glanced at Darkness, who seemed just as bewildered.

Vermond: "We need to find out what happened, how we got here, and... what we do next."

As they delved deeper into the mysteries of their new environment, Vermond couldn't shake the feeling of being completely out of place. Yet, with Darkness by his side, he knew they would find a way to navigate this strange, advanced world.

Vermond and Darkness stood in the middle of the advanced room, grappling with the overwhelming flood of new information. Vermond, ever curious and determined, turned to the AI for answers.

Vermond: "I need to know everything. Tell me about this world, its history, and its technology."

The AI responded promptly, providing a detailed account of the centuries that had passed. It spoke of incredible advancements in technology, shifts in political power, the rise and fall of civilizations, and the current state of the world. Vermond listened intently, absorbing as much as he could.

Vermond: "This is incredible... But how do we go back? How do we return to our own time?"

For the first time, the AI hesitated.

AI Voice: "I do not possess information on time travel or the means to return you to your original timeline. Such knowledge is beyond my programming."

Vermond sighed, frustration and determination warring within him. Just then, a device in the corner of the room started to ring. It was sleek and unfamiliar, yet it bore a resemblance to the communication devices of his own time.

Vermond: "What’s that?"

He walked over and picked it up, examining it closely. Darkness hovered nearby, equally curious.

Vermond: "AI, how do I use this?"

The AI provided instructions, and Vermond activated the device. A voice, clear and feminine, spoke from it.

Voice: "Hey, Vermond! Are you ready? You promised we'd go out today."

Vermond's eyes widened in confusion. He looked at Darkness, who seemed to be piecing something together.

Darkness: "Vermond, I think you've been placed in a body similar to yours in this time. This girl must know the person whose body you're in now."

Vermond felt a pang of anxiety. He didn't want to cause any suspicion, but he also needed to understand more about this world.

Vermond: "Uh, yeah. I'll be right out."

He glanced at Darkness, who nodded in encouragement.

Darkness: "You don't have much choice. Go meet her. Maybe you'll learn something useful."

Vermond took a deep breath and exited the room, following the AI's guidance. As he stepped outside, he was greeted by a bustling, futuristic cityscape. The air was filled with the hum of advanced machinery and the chatter of people dressed in sleek, modern attire.

Waiting for him was a young woman with striking features and an air of confidence. She smiled warmly as she saw him.

Girl: "Finally! I thought you were going to stand me up."

Vermond forced a smile, trying to hide his confusion.

Vermond: "Sorry about that. Just... lost track of time."

The girl laughed and linked her arm with his.

Girl: "No worries. Let's go. I've been dying to show you this new place."

As they walked through the city, Vermond observed everything closely, taking in the advanced technology and the differences from his own time. The girl chattered happily, pointing out various landmarks and explaining their significance.

Darkness, whispering: "Play along and gather information. We need to understand this world if we have any hope of figuring out how to get back."

Vermond nodded subtly, continuing to engage with the girl as naturally as he could.

Vermond: "So, tell me more about this place. What's new and exciting?"

The girl laughed again, oblivious to his true confusion.

Girl: "Oh, there's so much! The new hover park just opened, and there's this amazing exhibit on ancient history at the museum. And of course, the new AI cafes are all the rage."

Vermond made a mental note of everything she mentioned. This world was fascinating, and he couldn't deny a part of him was intrigued by the advancements. But his primary goal remained clear: finding a way back to his own time.

As they continued their date, Vermond felt a strange sense of displacement. He was walking through a future he could hardly comprehend, with a girl who knew him but whom he did not know. It was surreal, yet he was determined to make the best of the situation and gather as much information as possible.

Darkness, ever the voice of reason (and occasional comic relief), kept whispering advice and commentary, helping Vermond navigate the complexities of this new era. Despite the challenges, Vermond felt something. He would learn everything he could, adapt to this strange new world, and find a way back to his own time. And maybe, just maybe, he might find some unexpected allies along the way.

Vermond and the girl, walked through the bustling streets of the futuristic city, heading towards the AI cafe. As they entered, Vermond marveled at the advanced technology around him. The cafe was filled with holographic displays and robots serving patrons with impeccable precision. They found a table and sat down, Vermond trying to absorb every detail of this new world.

A large holographic news display caught his attention. It reported on a colossal metallic humanoid undergoing upgrades. Vermond's heart skipped a beat. The figure on the screen bore an uncanny resemblance to the one he had summoned in his last battle.

Vermond, whispering to Darkness: "That's... It's like the one we summoned. How can this be?"

Darkness: "I'm just as baffled as you are. We need to learn more about this."

The girl noticed Vermond's distraction and blushed slightly.

Girl: "Hey, I was talking to you. Are you okay?"

Vermond snapped out of his reverie and smiled apologetically.

Vermond: "I'm sorry, I was just... caught off guard by something."

The girl ordered some food, and they continued their conversation. Just then, a friend of the girl approached their table.

Friend: "Hey, Kiana! Who's your handsome friend?"

Kiana smiled, introducing Vermond.

Kiana: "This is Vermond. Vermond, this is my friend, Kyla."

Vermond exchanged pleasantries with Kyla, but his mind was still racing with thoughts of the news report. Suddenly, something clicked in his mind.

Vermond, thinking: "Kiana... Kiara..."

His eyes welled up with tears at the thought of Kiara. Kiana noticed and leaned in with concern.

Kiana: "Vermond, are you okay? Why are you crying?"

Vermond quickly thought of an excuse.

Vermond: "I... I was just overwhelmed by how beautiful you look today."

Kiana blushed deeply, and Darkness couldn't resist a comment.

Darkness: "Even in a different time, you're still flirting. You're incorrigible."

Vermond mentally told Darkness to shut up, maintaining his composure. Kiana, now blushing, tried to change the subject.

Kiana: "So, are you ready for the Academy?"

Vermond's confusion deepened.

Vermond: "The Academy?"

Kiana laughed, thinking he was joking.

Kiana: "Oh, come on, don't tease me. You know, the Academy for Ship's Combat and Advanced Technology. We've been talking about it for weeks."

Vermond forced a laugh, trying to play along.

Vermond: "Of course, I remember. Just kidding."

Kiana started explaining the Academy in more detail. She talked about the rigorous training, the advanced ships, and the high standards expected of all students. Vermond listened carefully, realizing this might be an opportunity to learn more about this time and perhaps find a way back.

Kiana: "You have to promise me, Vermond, that we'll stick together at the Academy. It's going to be tough, but I know we can do it."

Vermond nodded, hiding his uncertainty.

Vermond: "I promise, Kiana. We'll face it together."

Inside, Vermond felt a mix of emotions. He was determined to adapt to this new world, to learn everything he could, and to find a way back to his own time. But for now, he had to navigate this unexpected journey with caution and resilience. As he looked at Kiana, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of connection, as if fate had brought them together for a reason. As Vermond and Kiana's date ended, Vermond felt a mixture of relief and determination. He knew he needed to gather more information about this advanced world before attending the Academy. Bidding Kiana farewell with a promise to meet soon, Vermond set off on his exploration.

The city was a marvel of advanced technology, and Vermond made his way to the central mall, a hub of futuristic wonders. As he walked through the mall, he observed the advanced gadgets, holographic displays, and automated services. Everything was sleek, efficient, and unlike anything he had seen in his own time.

Vermond, thinking: "I need to remember all of this. If I can replicate even a fraction of this technology, it will be invaluable."

He committed everything to memory, intending to recreate these innovations when needed. As the day progressed, Vermond found a secluded, dark corner with no people around. There, he decided to test his powers.

Vermond, whispering the power word: "Awaken."

A weapon materialized before him, incorporating the advanced technology he had seen. However, the soul consumption was immense. Darkness, ever the voice of caution, immediately warned him.

Darkness: "That cost you 56,322 souls. You only have 769,341 left. You need to be careful, Vermond. Only use this in dire situations."

Vermond: "I know, Darkness. But seeing what this world has to offer, I couldn't resist trying to incorporate it into my weaponry."

Darkness began to tally the souls Vermond had gathered, including those from the mercenaries and pirates he had defeated.

Darkness: "You need to manage your resources wisely. This new technology is powerful, but it's also costly."

Vermond nodded, understanding the gravity of his actions. He dismissed the weapon, deciding it was best to conserve his resources unless absolutely necessary. He returned to his room, where he spent the following days absorbing as much information as he could. He studied the technological advancements, societal norms, and even the language nuances to better integrate himself into this new world.

Finally, the day arrived for Vermond and Kiana to attend the Academy. Vermond felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. This was his chance to learn, to grow stronger, and to possibly find a way back to his own time.

As they walked to the Academy, Kiana chatted enthusiastically about the courses and training they would undergo. Vermond listened intently, taking mental notes and preparing himself for the challenges ahead.

Kiana: "The Academy is known for its rigorous training programs. We'll be learning about ship combat, advanced weaponry, and strategic planning. It's going to be tough, but I know we can do it together."

Vermond: "I'm looking forward to it, Kiana. This is a great opportunity for us."

They arrived at the Academy, a massive structure filled with state-of-the-art facilities. Vermond felt a surge of determination. He was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, armed with his newfound knowledge and abilities.

As they entered the Academy grounds, Vermond glanced at Kiana, who smiled back at him with encouragement. He knew that no matter what, he had to protect her. This was the beginning of a new chapter in his journey, one that would test his limits and push him to become stronger than ever before.

Darkness, whispering: "Remember, Vermond, We're in this together."

Vermond: "I know, Darkness. Let's see what the future holds."

With that, Vermond stepped into the Academy, ready to embrace his destiny in this advanced world.

As Vermond and Kiana entered the bustling Academy, they were greeted by the sight of students milling about, each absorbed in their own activities. The air was filled with excitement and anticipation. Kiana, in her usual cheerful manner, held Vermond's arm, causing him to blush slightly. The feeling was new, yet comforting.

Suddenly, a boy dressed in elegant, well-tailored clothes, flanked by a couple of equally well-dressed companions, approached them with an air of arrogance. His eyes locked onto Kiana, and a sly smile spread across his face.

Boy: "Well, what do we have here? Such beauty in a place like this." He stepped closer to Kiana, his gaze lingering. "You should come with me, and I'll make sure you're treated as beautifully as you deserve."

Before Kiana could respond, Vermond tightened his grip on her hand and stepped between them. His eyes narrowed, and a cold determination settled over his features.

Vermond: "If you touch her, I'll kill you."

The boy burst into laughter, a condescending sound that grated on Vermond's nerves.

Boy: "A commoner dares to challenge a noble? How amusing." He glanced at Kiana, ignoring Vermond's warning. "You should be with someone who can truly appreciate you, not this peasant."

Kiana blushed, a mix of embarrassment and anger coloring her cheeks. Vermond's protective stance and fierce words had surprised her, but they also made her heart flutter.

Vermond: "I won't let you or anyone else harm her."

The noble's smile faded, replaced by a cold, calculating look.

Boy: "Just you wait. Vermond, was it? You'll be the first to disappear."

Vermond felt his blood boil, but before he could react, Darkness's voice echoed in his mind.

Darkness: "Calm down, moron. You can't afford to lose control here."

Taking a deep breath, Vermond forced himself to relax, though he kept a firm hold on Kiana's hand. The noble, seeing that Vermond wasn't going to be easily provoked, smirked and turned away, his companions following.

Kiana, softly: "Thank you, Vermond."

Vermond looked at her, his anger dissipating as he saw the gratitude in her eyes. Little did he know, his actions had stirred deeper feelings in Kiana.

Vermond: "I'll always protect you, Kiana."

She smiled, and they continued their way through the Academy, the encounter serving as a reminder of the challenges they would face. Vermond was determined to grow stronger, not just for himself, but for Kiana and those he cared about.

As they walked through the grand halls and state-of-the-art facilities of the Academy, Vermond couldn't shake off the feeling of impending conflict. He knew that the noble boy would be a recurring problem, but he also knew he couldn't afford to lose his temper.

Darkness, in Vermond's mind: "You handled that well. But remember, strength alone won't solve all your problems. Be smart."

Vermond: "I know, Darkness. I'll do whatever it takes to protect Kiana."

For now, Vermond focused on exploring the Academy, learning its layout, and preparing for the rigorous training ahead. He needed to be ready for anything, especially with enemies lurking in the shadows.

Vermond sat in his assigned room at the Academy, meticulously planning his next steps. His mind buzzed with strategies and ideas, but exhaustion soon caught up with him. He laid his head down and drifted into a deep sleep.

In his dream, Vermond found himself surrounded by familiar faces, Kiara, Jax, Krisha, and the others from his past. They were all smiling, happy, and safe. But suddenly, everything changed. Blue flames erupted around them, and their faces contorted with agony as they screamed. Vermond reached out, trying to save them, but they faded away, consumed by the fire.

Vermond: "No! Kiara!"

He woke up with a start, drenched in sweat, his heart pounding. Darkness's voice echoed in his mind, amused.

Darkness: "Nice dream, huh? Just a little nightmare to keep you on your toes."

Vermond shook off the remnants of the dream and prepared for his first day at the Academy. His initial lesson was in combat, and he was eager to see how he measured up against the other students.

In the combat arena, Vermond watched as the students sparred with impressive skill and agility. They were more powerful and coordinated than he had anticipated. The instructors called out names, pairing students for duels.

Instructor: "Next up, Vermond!"

Vermond stepped forward, his confidence growing. But before he could fully prepare, the noble boy from earlier stepped forward, a smug grin on his face.

Noble: "I'll take this one."

Vermond smirked and agreed, feeling a surge of determination. He imagined how he would move, how he would counter the noble's attacks. But as the noble lunged at him, Vermond realized he had forgotten one crucial detail: he couldn't use his powers in front of so many eyes.

As the noble closed in, Vermond's mind raced. He needed to find a way to fend him off without revealing his abilities. In a moment of desperation, he decided to use his voice.

Vermond: "Hey, nice shoes! Did you get them from the children's section?"

The noble's face flushed with anger, but he kept advancing. Vermond continued his verbal barrage.

Vermond: "You know, I've seen better swordsmanship from a dancing squirrel! I can also smell that dirty butt of yours!"

The noble's anger grew, his strikes becoming more erratic. Vermond kept dodging, using his words as his only weapon.

Vermond: "Are you sure you want to fight me? You might break a nail! Hehe!"

The noble roared in fury, finally landing a solid blow that sent Vermond sprawling to the ground. The crowd erupted in laughter, and even Darkness couldn't hold back his amusement.

Darkness: "Well, that was quite the show. A real wordsmith, aren't you?"

Vermond groaned, picking himself up. The noble stood over him, gloating.

Noble: "Maybe next time, you'll learn your place."

As the noble walked away, Vermond dusted himself off, determined to do better next time. Darkness's laughter echoed in his mind.

Darkness: "You really thought you could talk your way out of that? What a moron."

Vermond: "Shut up, Darkness. I'll get him next time."

Despite the humiliation, Vermond couldn't help but laugh at himself. He had a long way to go, but he was determined to improve. The Academy would be a challenge, but it was one he was ready to face head-on, even if it meant taking a few hits along the way.

Vermond wandered through the Academy grounds with Kiana, taking in the sights and marveling at the advanced technology around them. The campus buzzed with activity, and everywhere they looked, students were engaged in various lessons and exercises. As they walked, Kiana held onto Vermond's arm, making him blush slightly.

They explored various sections of the Academy until they reached a large open area where a colossal metallic figure stood. Vermond's eyes widened in recognition, and Darkness's voice echoed in his mind with equal astonishment.

Vermond: "Kiana, what is that?"

Kiana followed his gaze and smiled proudly.

Kiana: "That's the LFNMA Destroyer. It's one of the most powerful constructs ever created."

Vermond and Darkness were shocked. Vermond remembered the creation he had summoned in his last time before he got time traveled, the one that had decimated the mercenaries and pirates. How could it be here, centuries later?

Vermond: "Do you know the history behind it? How did they create something like this?"

Kiana nodded, her eyes lighting up as she began to recount what she had learned.

Kiana: "The RedPlanet Unite discovered the first LFNMA Destroyer in a Neutral Area centuries ago. At the time, they were still a dominant force in the galaxy. They reverse-engineered it and created their own version, which is what you see here, And they named it LFNMA Destroyer because it was carved inside of it's pilot sit when they first discovered it."

Vermond's heart raced. The implications of what Kiana was saying hit him like a tidal wave. The original LFNMA Destroyer was his creation, something he had brought into existence through his imagination and power. The RedPlanet Unite must have found the LFNMA Destroyer when he hid it Centuries ago.

Vermond: "Do you know if there are any records or information about the station near where they discovered it?"

Kiana's expression grew somber.

Kiana: "The RedPlanet Unite conquered that place centuries ago, right before they found the LFNMA Destroyer. They eradicated all opposition and took control of the entire region."

Vermond's heart sank. The station that had once been a temporary refuge for him and his companions had fallen into the hands of a powerful and ruthless faction. The echoes of his past actions had reached far beyond what he could have imagined.

Darkness's voice broke through his thoughts, laced with irony.

Darkness: "Well, isn't that just poetic? Your past is literally towering over you."

Vermond struggled to process the information. The weight of his actions and their far-reaching consequences pressed heavily on him. He had inadvertently shaped a significant part of history with his power, and now he had to navigate a future that was directly influenced by his own creations.

Vermond: "Kiana, thank you for telling me all this. It's... a lot to take in."

Kiana squeezed his arm reassuringly.

Kiana: "You're welcome, Vermond. I'm glad I could share it with you. And remember, whatever challenges we face, we'll face them together."

Vermond managed a small smile, grateful for her presence. Despite the overwhelming revelation, he felt a renewed sense of determination. He needed to understand more about this world and his place in it, and he knew that his journey was far from over.

As they continued exploring the Academy, Vermond's mind buzzed with questions and plans. He had to tread carefully, balancing his hidden powers with the need to protect those around him. And most importantly, he had to find a way to ensure that his actions would lead to a better future, not just for himself, but for everyone he cared about, but there's a problem, a part of his mind wanted to do whatever he wants.

The Academy buzzed with activity as students settled into their new routines. Room assignments had been posted, and Vermond felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. As he scanned the list, he saw that he and Kiana had been assigned to the same room.

Vermond: "Looks like we're roommates, Kiana."

Kiana smiled warmly. "Great! At least I know I'll have one friendly face around."

The Academy had a clear division between nobles and commoners, but they made exceptions for talented commoners, granting them access to the more prestigious noble rooms. Vermond and Kiana, however, were placed in a standard room for now.

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When they arrived at their room, a group of nobles, each from high-ranking families that had significantly contributed to the current empire, introduced themselves. These students exuded an air of confidence and privilege, their names carrying weight and prestige.

Noble Leader: "Welcome. I'm Jerome, son of the House of Grass. We expect high standards here, even from commoners like you."

Vermond felt a pang of irritation at the noble's condescending tone but held his tongue. He and Kiana chose their seats, with Vermond picking one by the window to enjoy the view of the sprawling, advanced city outside. Kiana sat beside him, offering silent support.

Darkness, teasing: "Look at you, all flustered because Kiana's sitting next to you. You really are a moron."

Vermond tried to ignore the taunts, but Darkness's relentless teasing eventually got to him. His frustration boiled over, and he shouted, Vermond: "Will you just shut up already?"

The room fell silent, and every head turned to look at him in confusion. Kiana placed a gentle hand on his arm, her eyes filled with concern.

Kiana: "Vermond, are you okay?"

Realizing his outburst, Vermond quickly apologized. Vermond: "Sorry, I didn't mean to shout."

Darkness: "Nice going, Vermond. You've developed an anger issue."

The first class began, covering a wide range of topics from advanced combat techniques to the history of the empire. Vermond struggled to keep up. The concepts were complex, and the technological advancements were far beyond anything he had previously encountered. His mind wandered, and he found himself staring out the window more often than not.

Instructor: "Vermond, pay attention. This is critical information."

He nodded, trying to focus, but Darkness's constant commentary and the overwhelming flood of new information made it difficult. He felt out of place, like a relic from the past thrust into a future he couldn't grasp.

Vermond, whispering to himself: "How am I supposed to keep up with all this?"

Darkness: "You need to focus. Figure out how to blend in and learn what you can."

As the class continued, Vermond took a deep breath, resolved to push through the confusion and frustration. He had faced insurmountable odds before and survived. This would be no different.

Days had passed, and Vermond found himself struggling to keep up with the fast-paced lessons at the Academy. His mind was constantly preoccupied with thoughts of his old life, the friends he left behind, and the overwhelming new world he was now a part of. However, today was different. Their instructor had called them to the Battleground, a place where they would learn to control the LFNMA Destroyers.

As Vermond and his classmates entered the Battleground, he was taken aback by its sheer size and complexity. The area was vast, with towering structures and a variety of terrains designed to simulate different combat environments. High-tech consoles and training simulators lined the perimeter, giving the place an air of both military precision and futuristic innovation.

Vermond, whispering to Darkness: "This place is incredible. Look at the size of it!"

Darkness: "Indeed. Pay close attention, Vermond. This could be your chance to truly understand on how your Creation works and the technology here."

Their instructor, a stern-looking woman with an authoritative presence, began the lesson.

Instructor: "Today, we will focus on controlling the LFNMA Destroyers. Watch carefully as the nobles demonstrate their skills. You'll need to understand every aspect of these machines if you hope to succeed in your training."

The students gathered around the central arena as two high-ranking nobles, Alaric and Seraphina, prepared to face off. Both were from prominent families, known for their exceptional piloting skills and tactical acumen. Their LFNMA Destroyers stood opposite each other, towering metallic giants equipped with an array of advanced weaponry.

Alaric: "Ready to lose, Seraphina?"

Seraphina: "In your dreams, Alaric."

The signal was given, and the duel began. Alaric's Destroyer moved with surprising agility for its size, launching a barrage of energy blasts at Seraphina. She deftly maneuvered her own Destroyer, using its shield to deflect the attacks while closing the distance between them.

Darkness: "Impressive. They handle those machines like extensions of their own bodies."

Vermond: "I need to learn how they do that."

Seraphina counterattacked, deploying a set of missile pods from her Destroyer's shoulders. The missiles streaked through the air, homing in on Alaric's position. He responded by activating his Destroyer's thrusters, performing a rapid sidestep to evade the incoming projectiles. The missiles exploded harmlessly against the arena walls.

Alaric: "Nice try, Seraphina. But you'll have to do better than that."

With a swift motion, Alaric drew a massive energy sword from his Destroyer's back and charged at Seraphina. She met his charge head-on, her own Destroyer drawing a similar weapon. The two clashed in the center of the arena, their energy blades crackling with power as they collided.

Instructor: "Watch their footwork and their timing. Controlling a LFNMA Destroyer is as much about precision as it is about power."

The duel escalated as Alaric and Seraphina exchanged blows, each demonstrating a remarkable blend of offensive and defensive maneuvers. Alaric managed to land a glancing strike on Seraphina's Destroyer, but she quickly retaliated with a powerful slash that forced him to retreat.

Vermond, to himself: "They're incredible. I need to get to that level."

The battle raged on, with both nobles showcasing their mastery over the LFNMA Destroyers. Alaric unleashed a devastating energy wave from his sword, but Seraphina anticipated the move and leapt into the air, her Destroyer's thrusters propelling her above the attack. She landed behind Alaric and delivered a swift, decisive strike that disarmed him.

Seraphina: "Looks like I win this round, Alaric."

Alaric's Destroyer powered down, signaling his defeat. The students erupted in applause, awed by the display of skill and power.

Instructor: "That's enough for today. Take what you've seen and start practicing. You'll need to be at your best if you hope to survive out there."

As the students dispersed, Vermond remained behind, his mind racing with new ideas and strategies. He knew he had a long way to go, but watching the nobles fight had reignited his determination. With Darkness by his side and his newfound resolve, he was ready to face whatever challenges the Academy threw at him.

Vermond, determined: "I'll get there, Darkness. I swear I will."

Darkness: "I have no doubt, Vermond. Just remember, stay focused and don't let your power consume you."

Days had passed, and Vermond found himself with some rare free time. Determined to become stronger, he talked to Darkness about how he could gather more souls. After some searching, Vermond found a huge cemetery, a place brimming with the souls he needed.

Vermond: "This place should have plenty of souls for me to absorb."

Darkness: "Be careful, Vermond. Absorbing too many souls at once could be dangerous."

When Vermond approached the cemetery, a guard stopped him and asked for his identity and purpose. Vermond tried to persuade the guard, but to no avail.

Guard: "Sorry, but you can't enter without proper authorization."

Frustrated, Vermond had no choice but to use his invisibility to slip past the guard. Once inside, the orb within his body glowed brightly as it began consuming the abundant souls around him. Vermond struggled to control the influx, but Darkness advised him to let the souls merge into his body.

Darkness: "Let them in, Vermond. Your body can handle it."

Hours passed, and Vermond felt a surge of power. His appearance changed, his eyes became a more dark brown, his skin grew smoother and whiter, and his face became more perfect. As he walked, he accidentally released a powerful aura, making everyone nearby feel fatigued. Darkness guided him in controlling this newfound power.

Darkness: "Focus, Vermond. You need to control it."

With effort, Vermond managed to contain his aura. Darkness counted the souls within him and was shocked.

Darkness: "You now have a billion souls within you, Vermond. This is incredible!"

Vermond: "I can't believe it. Let's test this power."

Imagining a cute girl companion, Vermond whispered the power word, "Awaken." Before him appeared a girl with crimson hair with bangs, red lips, smooth skin, a perfect nose, dark red eyes and an ideal personality.

Girl: "What do you command, Master?"

Vermond: "Be my sister."

The girl smiled sweetly and called him "Brother" in an endearing way. Vermond talked to Darkness, amazed by his creation.

Vermond: "This is the first time I've summoned something so perfect."

Darkness: "You did well, Vermond. But seriously, you made a sister? How adorable!"

Vermond: "Shut up, Darkness."

The next day, Vermond went to the Academy with his new sister following him. She attracted a lot of attention, and soon, Kiana approached them.

Kiana: "Who is she, Vermond?"

Vermond: "She's my sister."

Kiana: "What's her name?"

Vermond paused, realizing he hadn't given her a name yet.

Vermond: "Her name is Kiara."

Kiana: "Kiara, huh? Our names are so similar! Kiara, Kiana, Kiara."

Kiana laughed, finding the similarity amusing. She then grabbed Kiara's hand and began showing her around. The two beauties quickly attracted even more attention at the Academy.

Darkness: "You really have a knack for creating a scene, don't you?"

Vermond: "It's not my fault they're both so... attention-grabbing."

Darkness: "Yeah, right. Just try not to get into too much trouble."

As the days went by, Vermond's new sister became a central figure at the Academy, drawing eyes and turning heads wherever she went. Despite the challenges and the new environment, Vermond found himself adjusting to his surroundings with Kiara and Kiana by his side.

In the heart of the empire, the grand palace stood as a symbol of power and tradition. Inside, the Emperor sat on his ornate throne, gazing at his son, the Prince. The Emperor had long desired for his son to find a worthy girl to become the future princess, ensuring the stability and continuation of their lineage.

Emperor: "My son, it is time you consider finding a suitable partner. Our empire's future depends on it."

Prince: "Father, I understand your concerns, but I have no intention of pursuing such matters right now."

The Emperor sighed, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. The Prince had always been focused on his studies and responsibilities, showing little interest in romance or courtship. Yet, the Emperor hoped that someday, his son would find someone worthy.

One day, while the Prince was studying in his private chambers, he decided to take a break and opened his holographic device. He browsed through various topics, seeking some distraction, when an image caught his eye. It was a picture of a beautiful girl from the Academy. Intrigued, he clicked on it, and as the image enlarged, he found himself captivated by the girl's beauty. It was Vermond's sister, Kiara.

Prince: "Who is this enchanting creature?"

The Prince couldn't take his eyes off the screen. Her crimson hair, perfect features, and graceful demeanor mesmerized him. He felt an unfamiliar flutter in his chest, a sensation he had never experienced before. Determined to know more, he made a decision.

Prince: "Father, I have something important to tell you."

The Emperor looked up from his scrolls, curious about his son's sudden urgency.

Emperor: "What is it, my son?"

Prince: "I have found someone worthy to become a princess."

The Emperor's eyes lit up with hope and joy. He smiled, a rare expression on his stern face.

Emperor: "This is wonderful news! Tell me, who is she?"

Prince: "She is a student at the Academy. I wish to go there and meet her in person."

The Emperor nodded, pleased with his son's initiative.

Emperor: "Very well. You have my blessing. Go and bring this worthy girl to our palace."

With his father's approval, the Prince prepared for his journey to the Academy. He couldn't stop thinking about Kiara, imagining what it would be like to meet her and see if she was as enchanting in person as she appeared on the screen.

Meanwhile, at the Academy, Kiara and Kiana's fame continued to grow. Their beauty and charm attracted attention from all corners of the campus. Vermond watched over them protectively, unaware of the royal interest that had been sparked.

The Prince, accompanied by his guards and advisors, arrived at the Academy with much fanfare. The students and faculty were abuzz with excitement and curiosity about the royal visit. As the Prince made his way through the halls, his heart raced with anticipation. He couldn't wait to see Kiara in person and discover if she was truly the one he had been searching for.

Finally, he reached the courtyard where Kiara and Kiana were talking. Vermond stood nearby, keeping a watchful eye on them. The Prince's gaze locked onto Kiara, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. She was even more beautiful than he had imagined.

Prince: "Excuse me, miss. May I have a word with you?"

Kiara turned, her eyes meeting the Prince's. She recognized him immediately and curtsied gracefully.

Kiara: "Of course, Your Highness."

As the Prince and Kiara began to converse, Vermond felt a pang of unease. Darkness whispered in his mind.

Darkness: "This could complicate things, Vermond. Be cautious."

The Academy courtyard was buzzing with excitement. The Prince of the empire had arrived and was now talking to Kiara. A crowd of students, mostly girls, watched enviously as the two conversed. Vermond and Kiana stood nearby, observing the scene with mixed emotions.

Prince: "Kiara, I must confess, your beauty and grace have captivated me. I have never met anyone like you."

Kiara blushed, glancing at Vermond for a moment before returning her attention to the Prince.

Kiara: "Your Highness, you honor me with your words."

The Prince took a deep breath, gathering his courage.

Prince: "Kiara, will you do me the honor of becoming my princess?"

A collective gasp echoed through the courtyard. The girls watching felt their hearts sink in jealousy, and even the boys were taken aback by the sudden proposal. Vermond's face lit up with a wide smile, imagining all the potential advantages this alliance could bring. His mind raced with grand plans.

Vermond, whispering to Darkness: "This is perfect! With Kiara as the princess, I can influence the royal court from within. We'll have the empire in the palm of our hands!"

Darkness: "You're a real moron, Vermond. Don't count your chickens before they hatch."

Vermond ignored the warning, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. However, his dreams were soon shattered by Kiara's response.

Kiara: "Your Highness, I am deeply flattered, but I must decline your proposal."

The courtyard fell silent. The shock was palpable. Vermond's smile vanished, replaced by a look of stunned disbelief. His carefully crafted plans crumbled in an instant.

Prince: "I understand, Kiara. It was presumptuous of me to ask so soon. Please forgive me."

The Prince's composure impressed everyone. Despite the rejection, he remained calm and respectful.

Prince: "I will not give up, Kiara. I hope that in time, you might reconsider."

Kiana, standing beside Vermond, blushed deeply. In her eyes, the scene unfolding was the epitome of a perfect romance.

Kiana, whispering to Vermond: "Isn't it just like a fairy tale? The Prince and Kiara look so perfect together."

Vermond clenched his fists, frustration boiling inside him. Darkness couldn't help but mock him.

Darkness: "Well, that plan went up in flames. What's next, genius?"

Vermond took a deep breath, his mind racing to formulate a new strategy. If Kiara's rejection had taught him anything, it was that he needed a different approach to achieve his goals.

Vermond: "Don't worry, Darkness. I've got another plan. One that will make the empire fall into our hands."

Darkness: "This should be good. What's your next brilliant idea, oh master strategist?"

Vermond smirked, a new sense of determination in his eyes. He knew that he needed to play the long game, using every resource and advantage at his disposal.

Vermond: "First, we need to strengthen our position here at the Academy. We'll gather allies, uncover secrets, and exploit every opportunity. When the time is right, we'll make our move."

Darkness: "Sounds like a plan. Just try not to screw it up this time."

As the Prince and Kiara continued to talk, Vermond observed them closely, his mind already working on his next steps. He knew that the path to power was fraught with challenges, but he was determined to overcome them.

Vermond's new plan was bold and risky, but he believed it was the key to achieving his ultimate goal. With Darkness by his side, he felt confident that he could navigate the treacherous waters of the empire and come out on top.

Vermond: "Watch out, empire. Vermond is coming for you."

Time had passed, and the Prince finally left the Academy, leaving behind a wave of excitement and curiosity among the students. Vermond seized the opportunity to talk to his creation, Kiara, about their next move.

Vermond: "Kiara, we need to play this smart. You must get close to the Prince, make him fall for you deeply—not just because of your beauty, but because of your personality as well."

Kiara nodded, her crimson hair bouncing slightly with the motion.

Kiara: "Understood, Brother. I'll make sure the Prince sees more than just my looks."

Vermond: "Good. And remember, when the time is right, introduce me to him as your brother. That way, I can establish a connection with him too."

Kiara smiled brightly, eager to please Vermond.

Kiara: "Of course, Brother. I'll make sure everything goes according to plan."

Just then, Darkness interrupted with his usual sarcasm.

Darkness: "Vermond, you're such a master of manipulation. What's next? Teaching her to bake cookies for the Prince?"

Vermond rolled his eyes, trying to ignore Darkness's taunts.

Vermond: "Ignore him, Kiara. Just focus on the plan."

Kiara giggled, her cheerful demeanor making Vermond feel a little more at ease.

The next day, Vermond and Kiara found themselves in the Academy's garden, a beautiful and serene place where students often gathered to relax. Kiara spotted the Prince's friend, a young noble named Aldric, strolling nearby.

Kiara: "Brother, I see Aldric. Should I start with him?"

Vermond: "Yes, that’s a great idea. He can help you get closer to the Prince."

Kiara approached Aldric with a friendly smile.

Kiara: "Hello, Aldric! It's a lovely day, isn't it?"

Aldric looked up, surprised but pleased to see Kiara.

Aldric: "Kiara! Yes, it's a wonderful day. How are you?"

Kiara engaged Aldric in light conversation, laughing at his jokes and showing genuine interest in his stories. Vermond watched from a distance, feeling proud of his creation's ability to charm those around her.

Darkness: "Well, well, Vermond. Your creation is quite the social butterfly. Maybe you should take notes."

Vermond smirked, trying to ignore Darkness's constant ribbing.

Days turned into weeks, and Kiara's friendship with Aldric grew stronger. One afternoon, she finally got the chance to meet the Prince again during a casual gathering organized by Aldric.

Prince: "Kiara, it's wonderful to see you again. How have you been?"

Kiara smiled warmly, her eyes twinkling.

Kiara: "I've been well, Your Highness. I've actually been wanting to introduce you to someone very special to me."

She turned to Vermond, who had been standing nearby, pretending to admire the flowers.

Kiara: "Your Highness, this is my brother, Vermond."

The Prince extended his hand, and Vermond shook it firmly.

Prince: "Vermond, it's a pleasure to meet you. Kiara speaks very highly of you."

Vermond smiled, trying to appear as genuine as possible.

Vermond: "The pleasure is mine, Your Highness. I'm honored to finally meet you."

As the conversation continued, Vermond subtly guided it, ensuring that the Prince saw Kiara's many qualities beyond her beauty. She shared her thoughts on various topics, demonstrating her intelligence and kindness. The Prince listened intently, clearly impressed.

Darkness: "Well, Vermond, it looks like your little puppet show is going well. What's next? Making the Prince declare his undying love?"

Vermond mentally shushed Darkness, focusing on the task at hand.

Later that evening, as they returned to their rooms, Kiara turned to Vermond with a grateful smile.

Kiara: "Thank you, Brother. I think the Prince is starting to see me for who I really am."

Vermond nodded, feeling a rare moment of satisfaction.

Vermond: "You're doing great, Kiara. Just keep being yourself, and everything will fall into place."

Darkness couldn't resist one last jab.

Darkness: "Awww, look at the big bad manipulator getting all sentimental. It's almost cute."

Vermond chuckled, shaking his head.

Vermond: "Shut up, Darkness. Sometimes, even a mastermind needs to appreciate the little things."

As Kiara and Vermond settled in for the night, the Academy seemed a little brighter, and the path to their ultimate goal a little clearer. The plan was in motion, and for now, everything was going according to Vermond's design.

The days passed quickly, and the bond between the Prince and Kiara grew stronger. It was clear that the Prince had taken a real liking to her. One afternoon, as they strolled through the Academy gardens, the Prince turned to Kiara with a charming smile.

Prince: "Kiara, there is an upcoming celebration at the palace. I would be honored if you would accompany me."

Kiara's eyes sparkled with excitement, but before she could respond, the Prince added with a friendly grin.

Prince: "And of course, you can invite your brother too. It would be wonderful to meet him again."

Watching from a distance, Vermond couldn't contain his amusement. He chuckled, imagining the upcoming possibilities. Darkness, ever the sarcastic companion, chimed in.

Darkness: "Vermond, you are hopeless. You laugh like a villain in a bad play."

Ignoring Darkness, Vermond relished the thought of their plan unfolding perfectly. That night, he called Kiara to his room to prepare her for the celebration.

Vermond: "Kiara, we need to make sure you look absolutely stunning for the event. This is a crucial part of our plan."

Kiara nodded, eager to please Vermond. He began to imagine various looks for her, adjusting her appearance to be even more beautiful. They spent hours together, Vermond meticulously choosing each detail.

Vermond: "Let's start with a red dress, something elegant yet striking. And red gloves to match. We'll make your lips a deep, alluring red, and pair it with red sandals."

As the night wore on, Kiara's transformation was nearly complete. She stood before Vermond, looking more radiant than ever. Her crimson hair flowed gracefully, and her red dress accentuated her every feature. Vermond couldn't help but smile with pride.

Vermond: "Kiara, you look beautiful."

Kiara blushed deeply, her feelings for Vermond growing with every kind word and gesture.

Kiara: "Thank you, Brother. I'll make sure to impress everyone at the celebration."

Little did Vermond know that Kiara's feelings for him were developing into something more profound. As he continued to work on his own appearance, he made himself more handsome, envisioning a look that would make a lasting impression.

Vermond: "I think it's time we invite Kiana as well. She can act as Kiara's assistant, making the charade even more convincing."

When Vermond informed Kiana of the plan, she was thrilled to be included. On the day of the celebration, Kiana looked elegant in her own right, ready to support Kiara in any way she could.

The day of the celebration arrived, and the trio made their way to the palace. The grand entrance hall was bustling with nobles, their opulent attire glittering under the chandeliers. As they entered, all eyes turned to Kiara, who stole the spotlight with her stunning red dress and regal presence.

Prince: "Kiara, you look absolutely magnificent."

Vermond stood by, watching with satisfaction as the Prince and Kiara mingled. Darkness, ever the commentator, whispered in his mind.

Darkness: "You've outdone yourself, Vermond. She looks like she belongs on a throne."

Vermond replied internally, Vermond: "I know. Let's hope this plan goes off without a hitch."

As the evening progressed, Vermond kept a close eye on Kiara and the Prince, ensuring everything went smoothly. Kiara played her part perfectly, charming everyone with her grace and poise. The Prince was clearly smitten, and Vermond couldn't help but smile, imagining the possibilities that lay ahead.

But amidst the grand celebration, a small part of Vermond's heart softened as he watched Kiara's genuine enjoyment. Perhaps, he thought, their mission could lead to something more than just power. For now, though, the focus was on the task at hand. As they danced and laughed, Vermond knew they were one step closer to their ultimate goal. The grand celebration was in full swing, the opulent ballroom filled with laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses. Kiara and the Prince danced gracefully, drawing the attention of everyone present. A hush fell over the room as a man in elaborate attire stepped forward and announced the arrival of the King.

Announcer: "His Majesty, the King!"

Everyone bowed in unison, but Vermond remained standing, momentarily oblivious to the custom. Darkness whispered urgently in his mind.

Darkness: "Bow, you moron!"

Realizing his mistake, Vermond quickly bowed, though his mind was elsewhere. The King, seated on his grand throne, lifted his head and addressed the crowd.

King: "This celebration is in honor of my son, the Prince, and the lovely Kiara."

Gasps of surprise echoed through the hall. Nobles exchanged jealous glances, their envy palpable. At the back, Vermond couldn't help but smile, his expression becoming increasingly sinister. His plan was progressing perfectly, and the jealousy of the nobles only added to his satisfaction.

As the celebration continued, Vermond sensed an unusual, powerful presence within the palace. Darkness, too, felt it.

Darkness: "Something is off. We need to find the source of this power."

Vermond nodded, slipping away from the crowd. Using his invisibility, he moved stealthily through the palace, his senses on high alert. Hours passed as he searched room after room, until finally, he found it a room emitting a strange, potent energy.

Opening the door, Vermond was greeted by a sight that took his breath away. A glowing pen, radiating a pure white energy, floated in the center of the room. Darkness immediately cautioned him.

Darkness: "Do not touch it, Vermond. It could be dangerous."

Ignoring the warning, Vermond walked towards the pen, entranced by its power. Darkness shouted in his mind, trying to stop him, but it was too late. Vermond grasped the pen and uttered the power word.

Vermond: "Awaken."

The pen vanished and reappeared multiple times before finally converging with Vermond's head. An excruciating pain shot through his body, more intense than anything he had experienced with Darkness. Vermond screamed and lost consciousness, collapsing to the floor.

When he awoke, he was still in the room, alone. The pain had subsided, but something had changed. A new voice spoke in his mind, clear and distinct from Darkness.

Voice: "Welcome, Vermond. I am Lightness."

Vermond, shocked and surprised, stood up. Darkness and Lightness conversed briefly, their tones wary but respectful.

Lightness: "We must leave this room. There is much to discuss."

Vermond nodded, still processing the new voice in his head. He exited the room cautiously, returning to the celebration. The festivities continued unabated, no one aware of the profound change within Vermond.

Back in the ballroom, Vermond rejoined the crowd, his mind racing with possibilities. He now possessed a new power, one that felt both strange and exhilarating. As he watched the Prince and Kiara dance, a smile played on his lips. This new addition could prove invaluable in his plans.

Darkness: "You really are a moron, but now you're a moron with an interesting ally."

Lightness: "Indeed. Together, we can achieve great things, Vermond. Use our power wisely."

Vermond chuckled softly to himself. With Darkness and Lightness at his side, he felt invincible. The future was bright, and the empire would soon learn the true extent of his power. For now, he would bide his time, allowing the celebration to continue. But in the shadows, Vermond plotted, confident that his newfound abilities would lead him to ultimate victory.

The grand celebration was abruptly interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps and clanking armor. A group of soldiers, armed to the teeth, marched into the room, their faces grim. The king, noticing their urgent demeanor, frowned and beckoned them forward.

Soldier: "Your Majesty, the empire's treasure has been stolen!"

Gasps of shock and disbelief echoed through the ballroom. The King's face contorted with anger, and he immediately stood up, his voice booming.

King: "Show me the place!"

He stormed out of the room, with the soldiers and a few trusted advisors trailing behind. Vermond watched the scene with a keen eye, sensing an opportunity amidst the chaos. He quickly whispered to Kiara.

Vermond: "Kiana, go with her."

Kiara and Kiana nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. Vermond then slipped away, moving through the palace with practiced stealth. Finding a secluded spot, he called out to Lightness in his mind.

Vermond: "Lightness, what exactly can you do?"

Lightness responded with a calm, clear voice.

Lightness: "I can amplify the souls you gather, enhance all your skills, and boost your imagination's power. Our combined strength is formidable."

Vermond's eyes widened in astonishment. This new power was beyond anything he had imagined. Meanwhile, Darkness and Lightness began conversing, their voices a blend of cautious respect and curiosity.

Darkness: "Well, this is unexpected. You're not as bad as I thought, Lightness."

Lightness: "Likewise, Darkness. Together, we can achieve great things."

Returning to the palace, Vermond found the atmosphere tense. The prince was now in command, organizing search parties and giving orders with a composed determination. Vermond observed the scene, noting the prince's leadership qualities.

Back in the ballroom, Vermond rejoined Kiara and Kiana, who were doing their best to blend in while still attracting attention. The prince, busy with his new responsibilities, cast occasional glances at Kiara, his admiration evident.

Prince: "Stay vigilant. The culprit must be found and the treasure returned."

Vermond, with Darkness and Lightness in his mind, began formulating a new plan. His newfound powers gave him a sense of invincibility, and he knew that if used wisely, they could turn any situation to his advantage.

As the search continued, Vermond kept a low profile, watching and waiting. He understood that patience was key, and with his new abilities, he felt more prepared than ever to take on whatever challenges lay ahead.

Vermond, to himself: "This is just the beginning. With Darkness and Lightness, the empire will soon see my true power."

The night dragged on, the tension palpable. Soldiers combed the palace grounds, but Vermond remained calm, confident in his ability to stay hidden. He knew that his moment would come, and when it did, he would be ready.

Darkness: "Remember, Vermond, we are strong. But use our power wisely."

Lightness: "Indeed. Balance is key."

Vermond nodded inwardly, a sly smile playing on his lips. The empire's treasure was the least of his concerns. His eyes were set on a far grander prize the empire itself. And with the combined might of Darkness and Lightness, he was closer than ever to achieving his ultimate goal.

The king stood before his people, his face a mask of grim determination. His voice rang out across the grand hall, echoing off the marble walls.

King: "The treasure has been stolen by the neighboring empire! This act of aggression will not go unanswered. Prepare for war!"

Vermond's heart sank. This was not part of his plan. Darkness's voice echoed in his mind, filled with frustration.

Darkness: "You really messed up this time, Vermond."

Vermond watched helplessly as the palace sprang into action. The air was filled with the sounds of military preparations. Hundreds of thousands of ships formed into a formidable fleet, ready to launch an all-out assault. The massive LFNMA Destroyers were dispatched, towering over the landscape like titans of war. Fighter jets streaked across the sky, their engines roaring.

Vermond stood on a balcony, watching the chaos unfold below. He clenched his fists, feeling a mix of anger and helplessness.

Vermond, to himself: "This wasn't supposed to happen."

Darkness continued to berate him, though there was an undertone of concern.

Darkness: "You've started a war, Vermond. And now, there's nothing we can do but watch and plan."

Meanwhile, in the neighboring empire, the news of the impending war spread like wildfire. People scrambled to take shelter, their faces filled with fear. The once-bustling streets were now empty, save for the soldiers preparing for the imminent conflict.

Random Citizen: "Did you hear? The empire's fleet is on the move!"

Another Citizen: "We need to find shelter! This is going to be a full-scale war!"

Back in the empire, the fleet began to move out, the sheer number of ships casting shadows over the land. Vermond watched from a distance, feeling the weight of his actions pressing down on him. His only solace was the presence of Kiara and Kiana, who stood by his side, unaware of the full extent of his involvement.

Kiara: "Brother, is everything going to be okay?"

Vermond forced a smile, trying to reassure her.

Vermond: "Of course, Kiara. Everything will be fine."

But in his mind, Darkness and Lightness were in a heated discussion.

Darkness: "This is bad. Really bad. We need to figure out a way to fix this."

Lightness: "Calm down, Darkness. With our combined power, we can find a solution."

Vermond took a deep breath, trying to focus. He knew that he needed to come up with a plan, and quickly. As he stood there, watching the fleet disappear into the horizon, a small part of him couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement.

Vermond, to himself: "This might be the start of a new history. A history that will shape the universe because of me."

The thought brought a twisted smile to his face, despite the chaos around him.

Darkness: "There he goes again, with that villainous grin. You're hopeless, Vermond."

Lightness: "Focus, Vermond. We need to be smart about this."

Vermond nodded, his mind racing with possibilities. He knew that the coming days would be crucial. The fate of the empire and perhaps the entire universe hung in the balance. And despite the mess he had created, Vermond was determined to come out on top.

As the first shots of the war were fired, Vermond watched the skies, ready to seize any opportunity that came his way. The stage was set, and the players were in motion. Now, it was up to him to steer the course of history.

The King's massive capital warship, a behemoth of advanced technology and power, cut through the void of space. Its sleek, metallic surface gleamed under the distant starlight as it led a formidable fleet toward their destination. Within the command center of the warship, the King stood, surrounded by screens displaying tactical information and the faces of his top advisors.

As the fleets of the two empires approached each other, tension hung heavy in the air. The ships of the Maseta Empire appeared on the viewscreens, bristling with weapons but not yet opening fire. A communication request came through, and the King allowed it, eager to hear what the other side had to say.

The viewscreen flickered to life, revealing a young, innocent-looking commander from the Maseta Empire.

Maseta Commander: "Greetings, Your Majesty. We implore you to reconsider. We have not stolen anything from your empire. Please, let us resolve this peacefully."

The King's face twisted with rage, his eyes blazing with fury.

King: "Lies! Your words are nothing but deceit. Prepare for battle!"

With that, the communication cut off, and the order was given. The space around them erupted into chaos as the war began. Explosions lit up the darkness, and ships from both sides engaged in a deadly dance of destruction.

Back on the capital planet, Vermond watched the news broadcasts with a growing sense of helplessness. He had never intended for things to escalate this far. Desperate to come up with a plan, he found himself pacing back and forth, his mind racing.

Vermond: "I need to do something... but what?"

Finally, an idea struck him. He needed to take action, but he couldn't do it alone. Finding a secluded spot where no one could see him, Vermond closed his eyes and focused his energy. He imagined a warship as grand as the King's, bristling with the latest technology and capable of holding a vast crew.

With a whispered word of power, the warship materialized before him, gleaming and majestic. However, he knew he couldn't stop there. He needed a crew, but not just any crew. He needed the best and brightest from the Academy, as well as the nobles who would follow his lead.

Summoning Kiana and Kiara, he spun a tale, his voice dripping with feigned innocence.

Vermond: "The empire has left behind a massive warship, and we need to mobilize a crew. Call the students from the Academy and the nobles. We must act quickly."

Kiana, always ready to support him, nodded in agreement.

Kiana: "Of course, Vermond. We'll gather everyone."

As they set about their task, Darkness and Lightness couldn't help but comment on Vermond's deceitful nature.

Darkness: "You truly are a villain at heart, Vermond."

Lightness: "He's not wrong. You're pulling the strings masterfully."

Vermond allowed himself a small, twisted smile. He knew they were right. This was the beginning of his new journey, one where he would seize control and shape the future to his liking. The thrill of his plan gave him a sense of purpose, even as the war raged on.

Soon, the students and nobles were assembled, all of them eager to play their part in what they believed was a crucial mission for their empire. Vermond stood before them, exuding confidence and determination.

Vermond: "Thank you all for coming. We are embarking on a mission to support our King and protect our empire. With this warship and your skills, we will turn the tide of this conflict."

The crowd cheered, their spirits lifted by Vermond's words. Little did they know, they were all pawns in his grand design.

The students of the Academy worked together, their training and knowledge coming to life as they manned the controls and prepared the warship for departure. Screens flashed with data, and the hum of advanced machinery filled the air. Vermond watched from the bridge, a wicked grin spreading across his face, his features taking on an unmistakably villainous cast.

Vermond: "Excellent. Everything is proceeding as planned."

The students, oblivious to his true intentions, busied themselves with their tasks, thinking they were headed to the front lines of the war to support their empire. Vermond, however, had a different destination in mind. He planned to lead them far away from the conflict, to a distant, uncharted planet where he could establish his own empire using their skills and knowledge.

He called Kiana and Kiara to his side.

Vermond: "Kiana, do you trust me?"

Kiana looked at him, her eyes filled with unwavering faith.

Kiana: "Of course, Vermond. I trust you completely."

Vermond's grin widened, and he let out a low, villainous chuckle.

Vermond: "Perfect. We’re going to build something incredible together."

As the warship slipped through the void of space, Vermond's thoughts were consumed with his grand scheme. Darkness and Lightness, residing within him, were having their own conversation.

Darkness: "He's really lost it, hasn't he?"

Lightness: "I think he might have gone mad with power. Look at that face. Classic villain."

Meanwhile, Vermond couldn't help but relish the moment. He turned to the assembled crew, putting on his best leader face, which only made him look more sinister.

Vermond: "Attention, everyone! I have received intelligence about our destination. We are headed to a strategic location that will give us the upper hand in this war. Trust in me, and we will secure victory for our empire!"

The students cheered, inspired by his rousing speech, but little did they know they were being led far away from the war, into uncharted space.

As the journey continued, Vermond spent his time plotting and planning. He envisioned a new empire, one built on the ruins of the old, with him as its undisputed ruler.

One day, as he was pacing the bridge, Darkness couldn't help but tease him.

Darkness: "You know, Vermond, you're really leaning into this whole 'evil mastermind' thing. I'm impressed."

Lightness: "He even has the laugh down. All he needs now is a lair with a throne and maybe a pet dragon."

Vermond rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a chuckle.

Vermond: "Laugh all you want, but soon you'll see. My plan is flawless. We'll create an empire that will make history."

In his mind's eye, he could already see the sprawling cities, the advanced technology, and the loyal subjects. All it would take was a bit of time and the right planet.

Eventually, after weeks of travel, they approached their destination. A large, verdant planet loomed before them, teeming with potential. Vermond looked at it with a sense of triumph.

Vermond: "Behold, our new home. Here, we will build something extraordinary."

The students, still unaware of his true motives, prepared for the landing. As they descended, Vermond couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. This was just the beginning.

Darkness and Lightness, still watching from within, exchanged a knowing glance.

Darkness: "Well, this should be interesting."

Lightness: "Indeed. Let's see how far our little villain can go."

As the warship touched down, Vermond stepped out, ready to begin his grand experiment. The first steps of his villainous journey had been taken, and there was no turning back now.