The clash between the Empire and the Maseta Empire raged on in space. The LFNMA Destroyers of the Empire held their ground, their advanced systems providing a significant edge. However, the Maseta Empire's firepower was formidable, creating a stalemate. Amid the chaos, the Prince fought valiantly, his mind frequently wandering to thoughts of Kiara, which both motivated and distracted him.

Meanwhile, on a distant, vast planet, Vermond was busy weaving his web of deception. He fabricated a story about their enemies approaching the planet, urging the students to gather resources and build weapons for their defense.

Vermond: "We must prepare for the imminent attack. Our survival depends on it!"

As the students scrambled to obey, Darkness and Lightness couldn't resist their jabs.

Darkness: "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

Lightness: "What's next, Vermond? A throne made of skulls?"

Vermond smirked, his eyes gleaming with villainous delight.

Vermond: "Laugh all you want. They'll thank me when we emerge victorious."

Darkness shifted the tone slightly, becoming more serious.

Darkness: "Do you still want to go back in time?"

Vermond paused, then shook his head.

Vermond: "No. But I am going to create a portal to travel through time. I'll bring Krisha and my old crew here. It will be a challenge, but it will be worth it."

He set his plans in motion, manipulating the Academy students as his pawns. He crafted a narrative that their survival hinged on his leadership, and they fell into line, believing every word.

One day, as he was issuing orders, a familiar face approached, the arrogant noble he had fought when he first entered the Academy.

Arrogant Noble: "You're all being manipulated by Vermond!"

The students hesitated, murmurs spreading through the crowd. Vermond acted swiftly, delivering a sharp kick to the noble's nether regions, causing him to double over in pain. Vermond then adopted an innocent expression.

Vermond: "This traitor is trying to sow discord among us! We can't let him succeed!"

The students, swayed by Vermond's convincing act, turned against the noble. Vermond had him jailed, ensuring his influence was contained.

Vermond: "What's your name, Squirrel?" he demanded, staring down at the imprisoned noble.

The noble glared but remained silent, seething with anger. Vermond laughed, a chilling sound that echoed through the cell.

Vermond: "You dare ruin my plan? How foolish."

Darkness and Lightness, observing Vermond's transformation, exchanged shocked glances.

Darkness: "That was... intense."

Lightness: "He's really outdone himself this time."

Vermond, ever the meticulous planner, decided to erase the noble's memory. Using his powers, he altered the noble's appearance and reshaped his identity, turning him into a loyal assistant.

Vermond: "Welcome to your new life. Serve me well, and you'll find purpose."

As the days passed, the students continued their work, unaware of the true nature of their leader. Vermond's empire-in-the-making took shape, his ambitions growing with each passing day. The teasing from Darkness and Lightness became a constant backdrop to his scheming, but it only fueled his resolve.

Back on the battlefield, the war raged on. The Empire and the Maseta Empire clashed in a brutal struggle for dominance, each side pushing their limits. Vermond watched the broadcasts with a keen eye, always plotting, always planning.

His villainous journey was far from over, and with each step, he moved closer to his ultimate goal, an empire forged in his image, with power that stretched across the universe.

The situation for the Academy students was becoming dire. Food was scarce, and they resorted to foraging for anything remotely edible. On the other hand, Vermond, with Kiana, Kiara, and his new loyal servant, dined in peace, utilizing his powers to conjure delicious meals.

Darkness: "Look at them, struggling while you feast. Classic villain move."

Lightness: "Absolutely. But perhaps a bit of generosity would keep your pawns more loyal."

Relenting slightly, Vermond used his power to summon food for the students. He kept it minimal to maintain control, though.

Vermond: "Here, eat. You'll need your strength for the tasks ahead."

Kiana: "Where did you get this food, Vermond? Did you find animals in the forest and cook them?"

Vermond, with a sly smile, nodded.

Vermond: "Yes, that's exactly what I did."

Kiana seemed perplexed but didn't press further. Later, Vermond found a quiet moment with Kiara, his creation. She sat beside him, her eyes seeking approval.

Kiara: "Am I doing a good job, Brother?"

He patted her head gently, causing her to blush.

Vermond: "You're doing wonderfully, Kiara. Keep it up."

Days passed, and the war between the Empire and the Maseta Empire continued unabated. Both sides were struggling, each trying to gain the upper hand. The Maseta Empire fought fiercely, while the King of the Empire retaliated with all his might. The battles were intense and relentless, with no clear victor in sight.

Meanwhile, Vermond's scheming continued. He devised a plan to create fake abandoned frigates on their planet, intending to let the students "discover" them. These frigates would serve as a pretext for Vermond to build a small fleet, with the warship he had crafted as their base of operations.

Vermond: "We'll let them find these frigates. It'll give them hope and keep them busy."

Darkness: "A fleet of your own. You're really playing the long game here."

Lightness: "Indeed. Just make sure it doesn’t backfire."

Vermond smirked, confident in his machinations. He carefully orchestrated the creation of the faux frigates, scattering them across the planet in strategic locations. The students, eager for a glimmer of hope, took the bait.

Student 1: "Look! Over there! An abandoned frigate!"

Student 2: "We can use this! Maybe we can repair it and make it fly again!"

The discovery of the frigates boosted the students' morale, giving them something tangible to work towards. Vermond watched with satisfaction as they threw themselves into the task of restoring the ships.

Meanwhile, the war continued to rage in the distant reaches of space. The Empire and the Maseta Empire were locked in a brutal struggle, each trying to outmaneuver the other. The King, aboard his massive capital warship, directed the battle with fierce determination.

Back on the planet, Vermond's plans were coming to fruition. His small fleet was taking shape, and his control over the students was solidifying. With Darkness and Lightness by his side, he felt invincible, ready to carve out his own empire amidst the chaos.

Vermond: "Soon, we'll have everything we need. And then, nothing will stand in our way."

Darkness: "Just remember, every plan has its risks."

Lightness: "Stay vigilant, Vermond. Success and failure often walk hand in hand."

As the days went by, Vermond's villainous journey continued, with each step bringing him closer to his ultimate goal. The students, oblivious to his true intentions, labored under his watchful eye, unwittingly helping to build the foundation of Vermond's burgeoning empire.

The Academy students were in dire straits. They scrounged for food, crafted makeshift shelters, and struggled to survive. Every day was a test of their endurance and resourcefulness. Meanwhile, Vermond lounged in comfort, his mind constantly scheming.

Vermond: "This is going exactly as planned. They’re working harder than ever."

Darkness: "Enjoying the fruits of their labor, are we?"

Lightness: "Don’t get too comfortable. Complacency breeds mistakes."

As Vermond pondered his next move, a fleet of explorer ships descended upon the planet. These ships hailed from a distant empire, their mission: to chart unexplored territories. The explorers were shocked by what they found. Everywhere they looked, they saw students in tattered Academy uniforms, struggling to survive.

One of the explorers, a tall man with an air of authority, approached Vermond.

Explorer: "What’s going on here? Why are these students suffering?"

Vermond, ever the master of deception, put on a concerned expression.

Vermond: "We’re building a base here. Our empire is at war, and we were sent to establish a stronghold."

The explorer frowned, clearly puzzled.

Explorer: "A war? We hadn’t heard of any conflict involving your empire."

Vermond: "It’s been recent and unexpected. We’re doing our best to adapt."

The explorer exchanged glances with his crew, clearly unsure of what to make of Vermond's explanation.

Explorer: "We’ll investigate this further. For now, farewell."

As the explorers departed, Vermond’s expression morphed into a sinister smile. He wasted no time in crafting another layer to his elaborate ruse. Summoning a large amount of military uniforms, he presented them to the students.

Vermond: "I found these uniforms inside the warship. From now on, we’re not just students, we’re soldiers."

The students, desperate for structure and purpose, accepted the uniforms without question. They donned the military attire, unaware that they were being manipulated into becoming Vermond’s personal army.

Darkness: "Look at them. Completely under your thumb."

Lightness: "But remember, power built on lies can crumble quickly."

Vermond’s new loyal servant, now fully embracing his role, mimicked Vermond’s smile and laugh.

Loyal Servant: "We’re growing stronger every day! Mwahahaha!"

Vermond’s eyes gleamed with ambition as he surveyed his burgeoning army.

Vermond: "Indeed we are. Soon, we’ll be unstoppable."

Days turned into weeks, and the students, now in their military uniforms, trained and prepared under Vermond’s watchful eye. The harsh conditions they endured only served to harden their resolve and bind them more tightly to Vermond’s leadership.

Kiana: "Vermond, you’ve given us hope. We’ll follow you wherever you lead."

Kiara: "We’re ready for whatever comes next, brother."

Vermond’s smile widened, feeling the weight of his growing power.

Vermond: "Then let’s build a future that’s truly ours."

Meanwhile, the distant war between the Empire and the Maseta Empire continued to rage on, each side suffering heavy losses. The King and the Prince fought valiantly, unaware of the new power rising far from their conflict.

Vermond’s cunning mind worked overtime as the suspicion among the students grew. They were starting to question the reality of their situation, whispering among themselves that perhaps they were being manipulated. Darkness and Lightness took every opportunity to tease him.

Darkness: "Look at them. They’re not as gullible as you thought."

Lightness: "Maybe your days as a puppet master are numbered."

Vermond, however, was not deterred. He had a plan. Summoning all his ingenuity, he conjured the illusion of a falling LFNMA Destroyer plummeting towards their planet. The students watched in awe and fear as the massive machine descended from the sky, crashing dramatically into the ground.

Rushing to the scene, Vermond acted with urgency and care, pulling a fake soldier from the wreckage. His creation, Kiara, stepped forward to provide the false narrative.

Kiara: "This soldier is from the front lines. The war is closer than we thought! We need to rally and prepare."

The students, seeing the crash and the injured soldier, were swayed. Their growing suspicion dissipated as they focused on the new crisis. They watched Vermond tending to the soldier, his face painted with concern.

Student: "Maybe we were wrong about him. Look at how he cares."

Another Student: "Yeah, he’s one of us."

Darkness and Lightness continued their teasing.

Darkness: "Moron to genius, back and forth you go."

Lightness: "You’re like a seesaw of brilliance and stupidity."

Vermond, ignoring their jibes, seized the moment.

Vermond: "We need to repair this LFNMA Destroyer. It will be a valuable asset in our defense."

The students, motivated by the urgency of the situation, threw themselves into the task. They worked tirelessly to repair the Destroyer, unknowingly strengthening Vermond’s hidden agenda.

As they toiled, Darkness spoke up with a cautionary note.

Darkness: "You have a lot of souls at your disposal, but don’t squander them. Use them wisely."

Vermond: "I know, Darkness. Every move is calculated."

Days passed as the students repaired the LFNMA Destroyer, adding it to Vermond’s growing fleet. With every bolt tightened and panel replaced, their loyalty to Vermond was reaffirmed. He watched them with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement.

Kiana: "We did it, Vermond. The Destroyer is ready."

Kiara: "This will really help us, brother."

Vermond: "Excellent work, everyone. We’re becoming stronger every day."

As the students celebrated their accomplishment, Vermond retreated to his quarters, his mind already racing with the next phase of his plan. He knew that his homemade empire was taking shape, piece by piece.

In the quiet of his room, he spoke to Darkness and Lightness.

Vermond: "Our empire grows. Soon, we’ll be unstoppable."

Darkness: "Just don’t let it go to your head, moron."

Lightness: "Remember, even the greatest plans can crumble if you’re not careful."

Vermond nodded, taking their words to heart. He knew the road ahead was fraught with challenges, but he was determined to rise above them all. With his army of students and his ever-growing fleet, Vermond was ready to take on the universe, one calculated step at a time.

The brutal battle between The Empire and the Maseta Empire continued unabated, with both sides suffering heavy losses. The skies were filled with the relentless exchange of firepower, and the ground shook with the impact of powerful weapons. Meanwhile, far away, the explorers who had visited Vermond's planet were astounded to discover that the war he had described was indeed raging on. They wasted no time in informing the Gumamel Empire, led by the formidable Queen Kassidy, about the ongoing conflict. Seeing an opportunity, Queen Kassidy decided to exploit the situation and attack both warring empires.

On Vermond’s planet, a fleet of ships approached, detected by one of Vermond’s loyal students. He immediately informed Vermond, who quickly readied their small fleet for combat. Their fleet, comprised of thirteen frigates and one LFNMA Destroyer, moved to intercept the approaching ships. The pirates, initially planning to build a base on Vermond’s planet, were taken aback by the sight of an organized fleet heading straight for them.

Vermond connected their comms to the pirates, introducing themselves with dramatic flair.

Vermond: "You face the might of the Heavenly Empire!"

Darkness: "Heavenly Empire? What kind of name is that, you villain?"

The students were astonished at Vermond’s apparent skill in controlling the LFNMA Destroyer, admiring his speed and firepower. Little did they know that Vermond was not the one piloting the Destroyer. It was Kiara, hidden inside, while Vermond stood beside the Destroyer, enthusiastically cheering her on.

Vermond: "Go, Kiara! Show them our strength!"

Kiara beamed with happiness, thrilled to be making Vermond proud. Darkness and Lightness, however, felt a mix of embarrassment and exasperation at Vermond’s antics.

Darkness: "We have to put up with this."

Lightness: "Indeed. Our moron-to-genius cycle continues."

The pirates, overwhelmed by the unexpected resistance, decided to retreat. In their haste, they left behind a corvette with damaged engines. Vermond seized the opportunity to capture the corvette, ordering his students to board it. When they opened the corvette, they were met with a surprising sight: a group of children, scared and confused.

Vermond’s initial reaction was one of annoyance, but as he looked at the frightened faces of the children, he felt a twinge of responsibility. He sighed, realizing he had no choice but to take them in.

Vermond: "Alright, gather the kids. We’ll take care of them."

The students quickly moved to help the children, while Vermond pondered the situation.

Kiana: "What are we going to do with them, Vermond?"

Vermond: "We’ll integrate them into our community. They’ll be safe here."

As they brought the children back to their base, Vermond could see the admiration in his students’ eyes growing. They were starting to believe in the "Heavenly Empire" and in him as their leader.

Darkness: "You might actually pull this off, you know."

Lightness: "Just don’t let it go to your head."

Vermond nodded, his mind already racing with new plans. With each step, his homemade empire was becoming more real, and his influence over his pawns more profound.

The Gumamel Empire, led by the formidable Queen Kassidy, launched a full-scale assault on both The Empire and the Maseta Empire. The skies above the battlefield filled with the massive warships of the Gumamel fleet, warping into position with devastating precision.

The King of the Empire, aboard his massive Capital Warship, watched in shock as the Gumamel forces appeared. His heart sank as the realization hit him that they were vastly outmatched. He urgently contacted the Prince, who was also engaged in the fierce battle.

King of the Empire: "Son, you must retreat. Take a small fleet and escape. Preserve our line!"

Prince: "But father, I can't leave you—"

King of the Empire: "This is an order! Go, now!"

Reluctantly, the Prince obeyed. With a heavy heart, he gathered a small fleet of cruisers and began a hasty retreat. As they sped away from the battlefield, he couldn't help but think of Kiara, his heart aching at the thought of her safety.

Meanwhile, the King of the Empire and the King of the Maseta Empire, recognizing their dire situation, joined forces against the Gumamel Empire. Despite their combined strength, the Gumamel fleet overwhelmed them with sheer firepower and strategic prowess. The battle was brutal and unrelenting, with losses mounting on both sides.

As the Prince and his fleet made their escape, he directed them towards the Capital planet. When they arrived, he found it eerily silent, devoid of the bustling life he expected. Desperation set in as he began his quest to find Kiara, driven by the hope that she was still safe.

On a distant, hidden planet, Vermond continued to build his so-called Heavenly Empire. The students, now fully under his sway, worked tirelessly, believing in his vision. Vermond, ever the cunning leader, summoned weapons for his pawns, equipping them for the battles he anticipated.

Darkness: "You're really going all out, aren't you?"

Lightness: "A bit over the top for a 'normal' villain, don't you think?"

Vermond chuckled, enjoying the banter with his two voices of contradiction.

Vermond: "It's all part of the plan, my friends. Just watch."

Darkness and Lightness continued to tease him, but there was an undercurrent of respect for the sheer audacity of his ambitions.

Meanwhile, the Prince's search for Kiara led him to various leads and rumors. He questioned locals, scoured records, and followed every clue he could find. His fleet, though small, remained loyal, aiding him in his quest. The thought of Kiara kept him going, a hope in the midst of chaos.

Back on Vermond's planet, the students, now armed and organized, began to see themselves as part of a larger purpose. Vermond's influence over them grew stronger, and his "Heavenly Empire" started to take shape, with his loyal servant by his side, mimicking his every move.

Vermond's Loyal Servant: "Long live the Heavenly Empire!"

The students echoed the sentiment, their voices ringing with newfound confidence.

Vermond sat in his quarters, surrounded by his loyal servants and pawns, contemplating the next phase of his plan. He needed more ships but was reluctant to waste souls on summoning large-scale vessels. An idea struck him suddenly, a devious grin spreading across his face.

Vermond: "Kiana, could I borrow your credits device?"

Kiana looked confused but handed over the device without question. Vermond took it, concentrating intensely. He imagined a trillion credits being transferred into the device. The process consumed a tiny of his souls, but it was a small price to pay for the fortune he conjured.

Darkness: "You really are something else."

Lightness: "A moron-genius if ever there was one."

Vermond ignored the teasing voices in his head and set his course for a large trading station. With his loyal pawns by his side, he navigated the bustling corridors of the station, drawing curious and envious looks from the traders and merchants.

He approached the ship dealer, an elderly man with a grizzled beard and a suspicious glint in his eye.

Ship Dealer: "What can I do for you, young man?"

Vermond: "I'll buy all the available ships you have."

The dealer's eyes widened in shock. The station went silent as everyone turned to watch this unbelievable transaction. The dealer stammered for a moment before regaining his composure.

Ship Dealer: "All of them? That's... quite a lot."

Vermond flashed the credits device, the trillion credits displayed prominently. The dealer's jaw dropped.

Ship Dealer: "Very well. It will take some time to prepare everything for delivery."

As the transaction proceeded, a shady-looking individual eyed Vermond's device, greed glinting in his eyes. He moved in, attempting to snatch it, but one of Vermond's loyal pawns acted swiftly. In a flash, the pawn drew his weapon and shot the would-be thief in the head.

The station fell into stunned silence, eyes wide with fear and awe. Vermond himself was taken aback by the sheer loyalty and ruthlessness of his servant.

Vermond: "That was... unexpected."

Darkness: "Your influence is stronger than you think."

Lightness: "A true villain's touch."

Vermond shook off his surprise and paid for the delivery to his hidden planet. As the massive fleet of ships was prepared for transit, he felt a surge of pride and power.

The journey back to his planet was smooth, the new fleet following closely. On arrival, Vermond began organizing his forces, each ship adding to the strength of his growing empire.

Vermond: "With these ships, we'll be unstoppable."

Kiana: "But Vermond, where did you get all those credits?"

Vermond gave a mysterious smile, evading her question. He knew the truth was best kept hidden, at least for now. His empire was growing, his power expanding, and he relished the control he held over his followers.

As the new ships settled into their designated positions, Vermond's mind buzzed with plans for the future. Darkness and Lightness continued their banter, but underneath, there was a sense of respect for Vermond's cunning.

Darkness: "So, what's next, oh great villain?"

Lightness: "World domination? Galactic conquest?"

Vermond chuckled, his eyes gleaming with ambition.

Vermond: "One step at a time, my friends. One step at a time."

With his new fleet and unwavering determination, Vermond felt ready to take on any challenge that lay ahead. His Heavenly Empire was no longer just a dream—it was becoming a formidable reality.

Vermond stood in the command center of his newly acquired fleet, surveying the ships docked around the planet. Kiara, ever diligent, approached him with a detailed report.

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Kiara: "Brother, here's the breakdown of the ships we purchased. We have 1 old battleship, 3 old large hauling vessels, 4 mining vessels, 5 corvettes, 14 fighters, 17 outdated LFNMA destroyers, 1 really old carrier, 22 old frigates, 2 advanced destroyers, 8 old cruisers, and 18 large mining vessels."

Darkness and Lightness erupted into laughter in Vermond's mind, their voices overlapping in amusement.

Darkness: "You really did buy everything, didn't you?"

Lightness: "An armada of relics! This is priceless."

Vermond felt his temper rising, but before he could react, his loyal servant mimicked his typical outburst, screaming in frustration. Vermond was taken aback by the servant's dedication, his anger momentarily diffused by the absurdity of the situation.

Vermond: "What am I supposed to do with all these old ships?"

Darkness and Lightness continued their teasing.

Darkness: "Maybe you should check everything before buying next time."

Lightness: "Or at least read the fine print."

Vermond took a deep breath, calming himself. As he pondered his next move, a thought occurred to him. Despite their age, these ships could still be useful if he leveraged them correctly.

Vermond: "Wait a minute. These ships might be old, but they can still serve a purpose."

He turned to Kiara, who watched him with a mix of curiosity and concern.

Vermond: "Kiara, I need you to oversee the retrofitting and repair of these ships. We might be able to upgrade some of them and repurpose the others. The mining vessels, for instance, can gather resources to help rebuild and enhance our fleet."

Kiara nodded, determination in her eyes.

Kiara: "Understood, Brother. I'll get the crews working on it immediately."

Vermond then addressed the rest of his loyal followers, who stood ready to assist.

Vermond: "We have an opportunity here. These ships might be old, but with some effort, we can turn them into a formidable force. Everyone, get to work. We have a lot to do."

Darkness and Lightness, despite their earlier mockery, seemed impressed by Vermond's resolve.

Darkness: "Not a bad plan, villain."

Lightness: "You might actually pull this off."

Vermond smirked, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. As his followers dispersed to carry out his orders, he remained in the command center, watching the progress through the large observation window.

Hours turned into days as the ships underwent extensive repairs and modifications. The mining vessels were deployed to gather valuable resources, while the fighters and corvettes were upgraded with new weaponry and shields. The outdated LFNMA destroyers and old frigates received new engines and targeting systems, making them more formidable in combat.

The old battleship and carrier, though still relics, were outfitted with modern technology, turning them into powerful assets. The advanced destroyers and cruisers, being in better condition, required less work but were still enhanced to increase their effectiveness.

Throughout the process, Vermond's loyal servant remained by his side, mimicking his every move and expression, much to the amusement of Darkness and Lightness.

Darkness: "Your shadow really is dedicated."

Lightness: "You've trained him well."

Vermond couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. Despite the challenges, he felt a sense of pride in the progress they were making. His Heavenly Empire was growing stronger by the day, and he was determined to see his vision through.

As the final touches were put on the last ship, Vermond called a meeting with his key followers, including Kiara, Kiana, and his loyal servant.

Vermond: "We've come a long way, but there's still much to do. Our fleet is now a force to be reckoned with, but we must remain vigilant. The universe is a dangerous place, and our enemies won't rest. Stay focused, stay strong, and together, we will achieve greatness."

The room erupted in cheers and applause, Vermond's followers inspired by his words. As they dispersed to continue their work, Vermond stood by the observation window, watching the stars beyond.

Darkness: "You're really turning into a leader, Vermond."

Lightness: "A villainous leader, but a leader nonetheless."

Vermond smiled, feeling a strange sense of contentment. His path was unconventional, but he was determined to see it through, no matter the cost. His Heavenly Empire was just beginning, and he would stop at nothing to see it rise to glory.

The large clearing on the planet buzzed with excitement as Vermond's followers gathered, all wearing the military suits and weapons he had provided. The students, now soldiers of the Heavenly Empire, stood in neat rows, their faces a mix of anticipation and curiosity. Vermond took his place on a raised platform, flanked by Kiara, Kiana, and his ever-loyal servant. Darkness and Lightness provided their usual commentary in his mind, adding a touch of absurdity to the otherwise serious occasion.

Vermond: "Soldiers of the Heavenly Empire, today marks a turning point in our journey. We have built a formidable fleet, trained ourselves to be resilient, and now, we stand ready to take the next step."

A murmur of excitement rippled through the crowd. Vermond paused, letting the anticipation build.

Vermond: "Our time on this planet has been productive, but it is time to move on. We will abandon this place and set our course for a neutral area, a region full of dangers, but also full of untapped resources and opportunities. This is where we will truly build our empire."

Shock and curiosity spread among the gathered students. They exchanged glances, unsure of what to expect.

Suddenly, Vermond's loyal servant, mimicking his master's intensity, stepped forward and shouted.

Loyal Servant: "For the Heavenly Empire!"

The shout reverberated through the clearing, igniting a wave of motivation. The students, now fully committed soldiers, began to cheer and raise their weapons in solidarity.

Crowd: "For the Heavenly Empire! For the Heavenly Empire!"

Vermond felt a surge of pride and satisfaction. He raised his hand, silencing the crowd.

Vermond: "Prepare yourselves. Gather your belongings and say your farewells to this planet. We leave at dawn. Our journey will be long and arduous, but together, we will overcome any obstacle. Our empire will rise, and we will claim our place in the stars!"

The crowd erupted once more, their cheers echoing across the clearing. As Vermond descended from the platform, Darkness and Lightness chimed in.

Darkness: "You certainly know how to rally a crowd, villain."

Lightness: "Let's hope you can deliver on these promises."

Vermond smirked, confident in his plans. He knew the journey ahead would be challenging, but he also knew that his followers were ready and willing to face whatever came their way.

The next morning, the fleet was assembled and ready for departure. Vermond stood on the bridge of the LFNMA Destroyer, watching as the last of the supplies were loaded onto the ships. Kiara, at her station, monitored the fleet's systems, while Kiana ensured all personnel were accounted for.

Vermond: "Is everyone ready?"

Kiara: "All systems are green. The fleet is ready to depart on your command, Brother."

Kiana: "Everyone is aboard and accounted for, Vermond."

Vermond nodded, turning to address his followers over the ship's intercom.

Vermond: "This is it. Our new journey begins now. Set course for the neutral zone. Engage warp drives on my mark."

He paused, taking a deep breath.

Vermond: "Mark!"

The fleet's engines roared to life, and one by one, the ships began to ascend, leaving the planet's surface behind. As they reached the upper atmosphere, the warp drives engaged, propelling them into the depths of space.

Darkness and Lightness continued their banter, providing a strange sense of comfort to Vermond.

Darkness: "Let's see how long this empire of yours lasts."

Lightness: "You've got a long road ahead, Vermond. Make it count."

Vermond smiled, his mind racing with possibilities. His homemade empire, born from the most unlikely of circumstances, was now on its way to greatness. The journey would be fraught with challenges, but Vermond was determined to lead his people to a brighter future.

Vermond and his fleet navigated the vast expanses of space, their eyes set on finding a planet abundant in resources and beauty, a new home for their burgeoning Heavenly Empire. Days turned into weeks as they journeyed through the cosmos, encountering empty star systems and barren planets. The fleet, while well-stocked, was eager to find a place they could call their own.

Finally, their scanners picked up a signal indicating they were entering a neutral area known for its rich resources and lush planets. Spirits were high as they prepared to warp into the region, hopeful that their search was coming to an end.

But as they arrived, the scene that greeted them was far from peaceful. They found themselves in the midst of a fierce battle, with ships exchanging heavy fire and debris scattering in every direction. It was a chaotic battlefield, typical of a neutral zone where law and order held no sway.

Vermond: "It seems we've arrived at quite an opportune moment."

He turned to his loyal followers, who were readying themselves for combat. Their eyes gleamed with the anticipation of proving their worth.

Vermond: "Hold your positions. Let's see how this plays out before we engage."

The fleet hung back, observing the skirmish. Vermond could sense the souls of the fallen, their energies ripe for harvesting. His mind raced with the possibilities of gaining power from this unexpected chaos.

Just as he was about to give the order to attack, his ever-zealous loyal servant jumped the gun, shouting over the comms.

Loyal Servant: "Attack!"

The command rang out through the fleet, and the ships surged forward. Vermond's forces descended upon the battlefield with ferocity, their weapons blazing. The pirates and rival factions, caught off guard by the sudden onslaught, were quickly overwhelmed. Shock and fear spread among them as they realized the strength of this new force.

Vermond watched, a mix of irritation and amusement on his face. He had intended a more strategic approach, but his servant's enthusiasm had turned it into a full-blown assault. Darkness and Lightness couldn't contain their laughter, their voices echoing in Vermond's mind.

Darkness: "You really know how to pick your moments, Vermond. That was classic."

Lightness: "Your servant is quite the eager beaver. Moron-genius strikes again!"

Despite the unplanned attack, Vermond's fleet performed admirably. The pirates and opposing forces began to retreat, their ships trying to escape the onslaught. Vermond was about to order a ceasefire, preferring to let them flee and spread word of his empire's might, but his loyal servant had other plans.

Loyal Servant: "Do not let a single one escape! No survivors!"

The command was carried out with ruthless efficiency. Vermond's fleet pursued the fleeing ships, ensuring none could report back on the strength and location of the Heavenly Empire. Vermond's face hardened into a sinister grin as he realized the true potential of his army. Darkness and Lightness continued to tease him, their jibes adding a twisted sense of camaraderie.

Vermond: "Well, it appears we've made quite an impression."

With the battlefield cleared and their power solidified, Vermond turned his attention back to their primary goal. The fleet resumed its search for a suitable planet, one that would serve as the perfect foundation for their empire.

Vermond: "Prepare to move out. We have a paradise to find and an empire to build."

As they navigated through the neutral zone, the scanners finally picked up a promising signal. A planet rich in resources and teeming with life came into view on the display screens. Vermond's heart raced with anticipation as they approached the lush world.

Vermond: "This is it. This is where we will build our future."

The fleet descended towards the planet's surface, ready to claim it as their own. Vermond, with his loyal followers and newfound power, stood at the precipice of greatness. The Heavenly Empire was about to rise, and nothing would stand in their way.

As Vermond's fleet descended toward their new planet, the scanners picked up signs of life. Unusual activities were detected, revealing a town bustling with activity. Vermond peered at the display screens and saw a town that appeared to operate without any governing laws, a hive of scum and villainy.

Vermond: "Interesting. This could either be a problem or an opportunity."

He was about to give the order to approach the town cautiously and prepare for negotiations when his loyal servant, ever impulsive, shouted over the comms.

Loyal Servant: "Eliminate everyone in the town!"

The order rang out, causing a momentary confusion among the fleet. Vermond's face darkened with anger, and without a second thought, he punched his loyal servant square in the face. The force of the blow sent the servant reeling, and he collapsed, unconscious.

Vermond: "Halt! We do not attack unless I give the command."

Darkness and Lightness, residing in Vermond's mind, erupted in laughter. Their voices mingled in a chorus of amusement, finding the situation utterly hilarious.

Darkness: "This is the funniest thing I've seen in eons. Your servant has quite the trigger finger!"

Lightness: "A moron-genius move, Vermond. Truly entertaining!"

Ignoring their taunts, Vermond refocused on the task at hand. He ordered his fleet to circle the town with the LFNMA Destroyers, while the rest of the ships held position outside the perimeter. As the ships took their positions, the town's inhabitants were drawn out, curious and anxious about the sudden appearance of such a formidable fleet.

Vermond, standing on the bridge of his capital ship, activated the microphone system. His voice boomed across the town, carrying the weight of authority.

Vermond: "People of this town, the Heavenly Empire has taken this territory. You are now under our protection and rule. Those who wish to join us will find prosperity. Those who oppose us will find only ruin."

The announcement sent ripples through the crowd. Some of the town's residents began to flee, disappearing into the shadows, while others stood their ground, indifferent or intrigued by Vermond's proclamation.

As Vermond surveyed the scene, his loyal servant, who had just regained consciousness, looked ready to shout another reckless command. Vermond swiftly punched him again, this time ensuring the servant was out cold for a while longer.

Vermond: "Stay down until you learn to think before you act."

Darkness and Lightness were in stitches, their laughter echoing through Vermond's mind.

Darkness: "You really know how to keep things lively, Vermond."

Lightness: "Never a dull moment with you at the helm."

With the immediate threat of his overzealous servant neutralized, Vermond turned his attention to the town itself. He saw potential in its chaotic structure, a foundation he could mold into a thriving hub for his fledgling empire.

Vermond: "It's time to bring order to this place. We will develop this town and make it our own power."

He issued commands to his fleet. Soldiers disembarked, moving into the town to establish control. Engineers began setting up infrastructure, while scouts assessed the resources available in the surrounding area.

As his followers worked, Vermond walked through the streets of the lawless town, his presence commanding attention. He saw the fear and curiosity in the eyes of the townspeople, and he knew that with careful planning, he could turn them into loyal subjects.

Vermond: "This town will be the heart of our new empire. From here, we will grow stronger, and no one will stand in our way."

Darkness and Lightness, despite their teasing, felt a growing respect for Vermond's vision and determination.

Darkness: "You might actually pull this off, Vermond."

Lightness: "Just remember, we're here to help, or at least to make fun of you while you try."

With his fleet stationed and his loyal followers establishing control, Vermond set his sights on transforming the chaotic town into the heart of the Heavenly Empire. He moved through the streets, his presence commanding attention and respect, as he began to interact with the townspeople.

Vermond: "People of this town, I promise you a better future. Join us, and you will find prosperity and protection under the Heavenly Empire."

He knew that building trust would be crucial. He started small, addressing immediate needs by providing food, medical care, and security. The townspeople, initially wary, began to see the benefits of aligning with Vermond.

Darkness: "Look at you, playing the benevolent ruler. Who would've thought?"

Lightness: "It's almost heartwarming, in a villainous sort of way."

Meanwhile, across the galaxy, the prince was enduring a harrowing journey in search of Kiara. The ongoing war between his father's empire and the Maseta Empire because of the Gumamel empire had forced him to flee, but his thoughts were consumed with worry for Kiara and her brother.

Prince: "Kiara, where are you? I must find you. I hope you're safe."

He imagined them suffering, trapped in the chaos of the conflict, and it drove him to continue his relentless search. His fleet of cruisers moved swiftly, avoiding battle zones and seeking any trace of the academy or its students.

Back on Vermond's planet, the town was slowly transforming. Vermond knew that to truly solidify his power, he needed a fleet capable of defending his new territory and expanding his influence. His thoughts turned to the Black Market, where he could acquire ships in bulk without the usual legal constraints.

Vermond: "The Black Market is my next step. But finding it will be a challenge."

He called a meeting with his most trusted followers, including Kiara, Kiana, and his loyal servant, who was now more cautious after his recent reprimand.

Vermond: "We need to find the location of the Black Market. It's the only way to acquire the ships we need."

Kiana: "But how will we find it? The Black Market is hidden and only accessible to those who already know its location."

Vermond pondered for a moment, then a sly smile crossed his face.

Vermond: "We have resources and we have skills. We'll use our network to gather information discreetly. Someone out there knows where to find the Black Market, and we will find them."

Darkness and Lightness chimed in, their voices laced with sarcasm and amusement.

Darkness: "A bold plan, Vermond. Let's hope your network is as good as you think."

Lightness: "And let's hope you don't end up buying another fleet of outdated ships."

Ignoring their jibes, Vermond dispatched his followers to spread word among the town and beyond, seeking anyone with knowledge of the elusive Black Market. He knew it would take time, but patience was something he had learned well in his journey from mere Salvager to aspiring emperor.

Days turned into weeks as Vermond's network spread its tendrils. Bits of information began to trickle in, rumors and whispers pointing towards potential contacts and hidden locations. Vermond's hope grew, and with it, the town flourished under his rule.

Vermond: "Soon, we'll have the fleet we need. The Heavenly Empire will rise, and nothing will stand in our way."

His loyal servant, having learned his lesson, stood by his side, mimicking Vermond's newfound patience and strategic thinking.

Loyal Servant: "For the Heavenly Empire!"

As Vermond continued to build trust and gather resources, he couldn't shake the feeling that the next step in his journey was just around the corner. The search for the Black Market was on, and with every passing day, the Heavenly Empire grew stronger and more united under Vermond's cunning leadership.

Vermond stood by the grand window of his chamber, lost in thought. The vastness of space stretched out before him, a canvas of twinkling stars and distant galaxies. His mind was racing with plans, schemes to consolidate his power. But his thoughts were interrupted when one of his most loyal followers, His Loyal Follower, entered the room. Beside him was a young girl, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and defiance.

Guard: "Master," Follower began, "this is Angel. She has information about the black market we've been seeking."

Vermond turned, his eyes narrowing with curiosity (He's acting cool)

Vermond: "Speak, girl," he commanded.

Darkness: "Seems like our moron is also good at acting."

Lightness: "That makes him straight up of a villain, but it's kinda cool."

Angel, took a deep breath: "The black market you seek, it's already on this planet. Hidden in the shadows, thriving beneath your nose."

Vermond's surprise was palpable. How had he missed such an important detail? A slow smile spread across his face as he realized the opportunity this presented. He turned to his followers, his mind already forming a plan.

Vermond: "Prepare the fleet," Vermond ordered. "We move at once."

Darkness: "Here goes our little villain."

With eleven LFNMA Destroyers as his escort and Angel as their guide, Vermond set out for the black market. The journey was swift, the destroyers cutting through the atmosphere with ease. As they approached the hidden enclave, Vermond's eyes scanned the terrain, noting the lax security. They had no idea what was coming.

Once they landed, Vermond deployed his ground troops which is his pawns. The resistance was minimal, their adversaries unprepared for the sudden assault. It wasn't long before Vermond had the entire black market in his territory under his control.

The merchants, now prisoners of Vermond's will, trembled as he approached. He wore a pristine white suit, a stark contrast to the darkness around him, with a Leaf symbol on his hat, a symbol of both his elegance and his ruthlessness.

Darkness, couldn't help but comment: "It seems you haven't forgotten about your old crew, Vermond."

Vermond's smile was cold and calculating. He looked at the merchants and shouted, Vermond: "Give me everything you have!"

Darkness shook his head, muttering: "Never mind, I was wrong about you."

One merchant, braver or perhaps more foolish than the others, drew a gun and aimed it at Vermond. But before he could fire, a shot rang out, and the merchant fell to the ground, screaming in agony as Vermond's loyal servant shot him in the Sensitive part.

Darkness couldn't help but comment, Darkness: "Holy, that must've have been hurt."

Vermond's laughter echoed through the market, a sound that sent chills down Angel's spine. Even she, who had led him here, feared what he had become. Darkness and Lightness, another of Vermond's enigmatic power, began to tease him.

Lightness: "You're becoming quite the villain, Vermond," Lightness said with a smirk.

Vermond turned his smile towards the merchants, his voice icy. Vermond: "Give me everything you have, or your fate will be the same."

Terrified, the merchants complied, handing over devices containing lists of items available for delivery by the black market's ships. But their compliance did not end the tension.

One merchant, in a final act of defiance, shouted, "The owner of this market will make you pay for this!"

A shot rang out again, another merchant falling, clutching his Sensitive part in agony. Vermond's loyal servant stood ready to shoot again.

Vermond: "That's enough," Vermond said, his voice carrying the weight of absolute authority.

The market fell silent, the only sound the groans of the wounded. Vermond's grip on the black market was secure, his power growing with each conquest. But as he looked at Angel, he saw the fear in her eyes and knew that even his allies were beginning to fear him. He smiled, knowing that fear was the strongest weapon of all.

After seizing everything from the black market, including the very tables the merchants used, Vermond reveled in his newfound control. Darkness and Lightness couldn't help but tease him further.

Darkness: "You really are becoming the ultimate villain, Vermond," Darkness quipped.

Lightness nodded in agreement. Lightness: "What's next, Vermond? Stealing candy from children?"

Ignoring their jibes, Vermond turned to Angel. Vermond: "Are you alone? Do you have a home?"

Angel shook her head, her voice barely a whisper. Angel: "No, I have no home."

Vermond's smile softened, an idea forming in his mind. Vermond: "Come with me," he said, leading her away from the market.

They arrived at a secluded part of his stronghold, where Kiara, Vermond's creation with Kiana, waited. Kiana, who loved Vermond deeply.

Vermond: "Kiara," Vermond said, "take care of Angel. She has no home. I have plans that require my attention."

Kiara nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. She took Angel's hand and led her away, leaving Vermond to his thoughts.

Meanwhile, the prince, continued his relentless search for Kiara and Vermond, convinced they were struggling somewhere in the galaxy. Little did he know, they were thriving in a hidden paradise.

In a neutral zone, far from the prying eyes of the prince and other enemies, Vermond was building his empire. Using academy students as his pawns, he manipulated them into doing his bidding, training them to becoming more loyal followers.

As Vermond watched his plans unfold, he knew that this was just the beginning. His power was growing, his enemies were in the dark, and his empire was on the rise. With Darkness and Lightness by his side, and Angel and Kiara under his protection, Vermond was poised to become unstoppable.

From the vast expanse of Vermond's planet, a fleet of large cargo ships ascended into the sky. These were the spoils of Vermond's latest conquest: the black market he had taken over with ruthless efficiency. Vermond's loyal servant stood by his side, laughing heartily.

Loyal Servant: "We are becoming more powerful with each passing day, Mwahahahaha!" the servant exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Vermond, his white suit immaculate and his Leafed hat perched jauntily on his head, smiled a villainous smile. Darkness and Lightness, his enigmatic followers, couldn't resist the opportunity to tease him once again.

Darkness: "What's next, Vermond?" Darkness asked with a sly grin. "Taking over a massive Black hole?"

Lightness: Lightness chuckled. "Or perhaps renaming a planet after yourself?"

Vermond ignored their jibes, his mind focused on the next phase of his plan. Leading the fleet of cargo ships, he guided them to a large docking area he had prepared. The scene was one of bustling activity, with ships maneuvering into position and workers scurrying about.

Little did anyone know, Vermond's ambitions extended far beyond merely taking control of the black market. He intended to seize all the cargo ships as well, adding them to his ever-growing fleet.

As the ships docked, Vermond orchestrated a grand spectacle. He stood before the assembled crew members and merchants, his voice carrying the weight of authority and false benevolence.

Vermond: "Ladies and gentlemen," Vermond began, "you have all served well. In recognition of your loyalty and hard work, I have decided to bestow fortunes upon each of you."

A murmur of excitement rippled through the crowd. Vermond's loyal servant handed out small chests, each filled with glittering trinkets and currency. The crew members and merchants accepted them eagerly, their suspicions quelled by the apparent generosity.

Darkness and Lightness watched from the sidelines, exchanging knowing glances. They knew Vermond well enough to recognize when he was up to something more sinister.

Darkness: "Look at him, playing the benevolent leader," Darkness said with a smirk.

Lightness, laughed softly: "I wonder how long it will take them to realize what's really happening."

As the crowd celebrated their newfound fortunes, Vermond's true plan began to unfold. Under the guise of distributing wealth, he had subtly placed his loyal guards throughout the docking area. At his signal, they moved swiftly, seizing control of the cargo ships and detaining any who resisted.

The realization dawned on the crew members and merchants too late. Panic set in, but Vermond's guards were well-prepared. Within moments, the cargo ships were securely under Vermond's control.

Vermond: "Thank you for your cooperation," Vermond announced, his voice dripping with mock sincerity. "Your contributions will greatly benefit our cause."

Darkness and Lightness couldn't contain their laughter any longer. Darkness: "You've outdone yourself this time, Vermond," Darkness said, clapping him on the back.

Lightness: "Indeed," Lightness agreed. "Who knew villainy could be so entertaining?"

Vermond's smile widened, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. Vermond: "This is just the beginning. With these ships, our reach extends even further. Soon, there will be no corner of the galaxy where our influence does not touch."

As the newly acquired cargo ships joined Vermond's fleet, the prince continued his fruitless search, unaware of the empire growing in the shadows. Vermond's power was expanding, his plans unfolding with meticulous precision. And with each step, he moved closer to his ultimate goal: absolute domination.

In the heart of the neutral zone, surrounded by loyal followers and powerful allies, Vermond's reign of darkness was only beginning.

Vermond stood at the helm of his grand chamber, his mind racing with plans and schemes. The recent success at the black market had only fueled his ambition, and now he had a new plan one that involved Angel, the girl who had unwittingly led him to his recent victory.

He found Kiara and Kiana in a serene garden within his stronghold, the vibrant flora a stark contrast to the dark deeds often planned within these walls. Kiara, his creation with Kiana, and Kiana, who loved him deeply, both looked up as he approached.

Vermond: "I have decided," Vermond began, his voice steady and commanding, "to make Angel my daughter."

Kiara and Kiana's eyes widened in shock, their cheeks flushing a deep crimson. Before they could react, Vermond summoned a beautiful white dress adorned with a delicate leaf symbol Secretly. The dress appeared as if by magic, a testament to Vermond's growing power.

Darkness and Lightness, ever-present in his mind, couldn't resist their teasing.

Darkness: "Are you going soft, Vermond?" Darkness whispered.

Lightness: "Or is this just another part of your grand plan?" Lightness added with a chuckle.

Ignoring the voices, Vermond approached Angel, who was standing nearby, her eyes wide with surprise. He lifted her gently, his gaze steady and warm.

Vermond: "Angel, your bravery in coming to us and revealing the black market has greatly benefited our cause. Today, you will become the daughter of our growing Heavenly Empire."

Angel blushed, her heart racing. She glanced at Kiara and Kiana, who were also blushing, their expressions a mix of surprise and admiration.

Kiana: "Vermond, you're really a good person," Kiana said softly, her eyes shining with emotion.

Kiara nodded in agreement. "Yes, you truly have a kind heart."

Inside Vermond's mind, Darkness and Lightness continued their playful banter.

Darkness: "Look at him, playing the doting father," Darkness said with a smirk.

Lightness, laughed: "Who would have thought Vermond had a soft side?"

But Vermond's outward demeanor belied his true intentions. As he held Angel and declared her part of his empire, his mind was already plotting his next move. He saw in Angel a pawn, a tool to further his reach and consolidate his power. His ultimate goal was far from benevolent.

Vermond: "Angel," Vermond said, his voice soft but firm, "you will have everything you need here. You are now part of our family."

Angel, overwhelmed with emotion, hugged Vermond tightly. Kiara and Kiana joined in, their hearts warmed by the apparent kindness of Vermond's gesture. But behind Vermond's gentle smile, his mind was spinning with villainous plans.

In the days that followed, Vermond's stronghold buzzed with activity. The newly acquired cargo ships were integrated into his fleet, and his empire continued to grow. Vermond's reputation as a ruthless leader spread, but within his inner circle, the image of a caring and benevolent leader was carefully maintained.

As the galaxy watched, Vermond's power increased, his enemies unaware of the true depths of his ambition. With Angel now part of his "Heavenly Empire," Vermond had secured another piece in his grand game of conquest. And while his followers and family saw a man of compassion, only Vermond knew the full extent of his dark designs.

The prince, still searching for Vermond and Kiara, remained in the dark, oblivious to the growing empire that threatened to engulf the galaxy. Vermond's plans were unfolding perfectly, his influence spreading like a shadow over the stars.

And so, in the heart of his paradise, Vermond's reign continued, his facade of benevolence masking the darkness within.

Vermond sat in his so-called grand chamber, the weight of his conquests and ambitions settling comfortably on his shoulders. He turned to Darkness, his trusted advisor, and asked, Vermond: "How many souls do we still have?"

Darkness, his form shrouded in shadows, replied, Darkness: "We still have a billion souls ready to be consumed, My Villain Master."

Vermond nodded, a wicked smile playing on his lips. His mind raced with the possibilities, and he began to imagine a device of incredible power. A ring that could make its wearer float, shine, and shield them from incoming gunfire. With his advanced technology and the power of the souls at his disposal, Vermond knew he could bring this vision to life.

He spoke the power word, "Awaken," and watched as the device began to materialize before him. The ring appeared, shimmering with an ethereal glow, a symbol of the immense power it contained.

Darkness, ever curious, asked, "Who do you intend to give this ring to, My Dear Master? Are you proposing to someone?"

Vermond's eyes narrowed as he responded, Vermond: "I am giving it to Angel."

Darkness and Lightness, both shocked, exchanged glances. Lightness: "Are you planning to marry a child, Vermond?" Lightness asked, disbelief coloring his voice.

Vermond's voice rose in anger. Vermond: "No, fools! I am using this ring to make Angel the face of our Heavenly Empire."

He approached Angel, who stood quietly, her eyes filled with wonder. Vermond: "This ring is for you, Angel," he said, placing it gently on her finger. As the ring settled into place, a transformation began. Angel's power surged, her presence becoming more radiant and commanding.

Vermond: "Angel," Vermond said in a low voice, "you must not tell anyone about my abilities. This is our secret."

Angel nodded, her eyes wide with understanding and awe. Vermond then began to customize her appearance, using his powers to mold her into the most beautiful girl in the universe. Her hair turned a striking white, her eyes a brilliant blue. Her face became more delicate and cute, her skin smooth and flawless. She stood before him, a vision of perfection with a good body and a sweet, melodic voice.

Angel stared at her reflection, utterly surprised by the transformation. Angel: "Thank you, Vermond," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Vermond: "Remember," Vermond said sternly, "only the two of us know the extent of my power. Keep it a secret."

Angel nodded again, her loyalty to Vermond solidified by his generosity and the power he had bestowed upon her. Vermond, satisfied with his work, began to formulate his next plan. He knew that with Angel as the face of his empire, he could manipulate the perceptions of those around him and solidify his control even further.

In the shadows of his chamber, Vermond's mind worked tirelessly, crafting strategies and schemes. He envisioned a future where his power was unmatched, his influence unchallenged. The ring he had given Angel was just the beginning, a tool to ensure his dominance and the loyalty of those around him.

As Vermond's plans took shape, the galaxy remained unaware of the dark power growing in the neutral zone. The prince, still searching for Vermond and Kiara, had no idea of the threat looming on the horizon. Vermond's empire was expanding, and with Angel by his side, he was ready to conquer all who stood in his way.

The transformation of Angel and the creation of the ring were just steps in Vermond's grand design. As he looked out at the stars, he knew that his reign of darkness was only beginning. With each passing day, his power grew, his influence spread, and the galaxy edged closer to falling under his control.

Vermond stood at the grand dais, his gaze sweeping over the assembled crowd of his loyal followers. They were arrayed in their crisp military uniforms, standing in perfect formation in the vast area that served as the heart of his stronghold. The air was thick with anticipation, every eye turned toward their enigmatic leader.

Vermond: "Today," Vermond began, his voice resonating through the assembly, "I present to you the new face of our Heavenly Empire, my daughter, Angel."

He lifted Angel, and as she rose, her beauty radiated with an almost blinding light. Her white hair shimmered like spun silk, her blue eyes sparkled with a mesmerizing depth, and her presence captivated all who beheld her. Gasps of astonishment and murmurs of admiration rippled through the crowd.

Pawn 1: "She’s so pretty!" one soldier exclaimed, unable to contain his awe.

Pawn 2: "Truly an angel," another whispered.

Vermond’s smile grew wider, transforming into a villainous grin that only heightened the sense of power he exuded. Darkness and Lightness, standing by his side, couldn’t help but continue their relentless teasing.

Darkness: "So, Vermond," Darkness began with a smirk, "what’s your next grand scheme?"

Lightness chuckled: "Planning to conquer more hearts, perhaps?"

Vermond’s eyes gleamed with malevolent delight. Vermond: "Indeed, I have a plan," he announced. "We will attend the grand ball where all the empires gather. There, I will ensure that the princes from these empires fall in love with my daughter, Angel."

His laughter echoed through the chamber, a sound that was quickly mimicked by his loyal servant, who relished in the shared malevolence.

Vermond: "Prepare the fleet!" Vermond commanded, his voice brooking no dissent. "We embark on the most important mission. And ensure that our planet remains well-guarded in our absence."

As his followers scrambled to ready the fleet, Vermond turned to Kiara and Kiana. Vermond: "You two will remain here, guarding our territory. Your presence is vital to maintaining our hold."

Kiara and Kiana nodded, their loyalty unwavering. Kiana: "We will not fail you, Vermond," Kiana promised, her eyes fierce with determination.

Kiara: "Go and show them the strength of our empire Borther," Kiara added, her voice filled with pride.

With everything in place, Vermond and Angel boarded their flagship, a sleek and formidable vessel at the heart of their fleet. As the engines roared to life and the ships lifted off, Vermond stood at the helm, his mind already strategizing the next steps.

The journey to the ball was swift, the fleet moving with precision and speed. Vermond's plan was simple yet cunning: to use Angel’s beauty and charm as a weapon, forging alliances and sowing discord among his rivals.

Upon arriving at the grand venue, the sight that greeted them was one of opulence and splendor. The ball was a magnificent affair, with representatives from every major empire in attendance. Princes and dignitaries mingled, their conversations a blend of diplomacy and subtle power plays.

Vermond and Angel made a dramatic entrance, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. Whispers spread like wildfire, curiosity and admiration evident in every gaze that fell upon Angel.

Prince: "Who is she?" a young prince murmured, unable to take his eyes off Angel.

Another Prince: "She’s mesmerizing," another prince said, his voice filled with awe.

Vermond’s sinister smile widened as he observed the effect Angel had on the room. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, Vermond: "Remember, Angel, charm them. Make them fall for you. This is how we will extend our influence."

Angel nodded, her expression a blend of innocence and cunning. She moved gracefully through the crowd, her presence enchanting everyone she encountered.

As the night wore on, Vermond's plan began to take shape. Princes vied for Angel's attention, their infatuation evident. The seeds of future alliances and potential conflicts were sown with every conversation and shared glance.

In the midst of the ball’s grandeur, Vermond’s mind was already racing ahead, planning his next moves. With Angel by his side, he knew his empire’s power would only continue to grow, and soon, no force in the galaxy would be able to challenge his dominion.

As the music played and the guests danced, Vermond’s laughter echoed in the grand hall, a sound that promised both glory and darkness for the future.