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Chrysalis

Ralak instantly teleported out of the sanctuary and was floating out in space within Carter’s solar system. Ralak started looking around but he couldn't see Carter anywhere.

"I heard my lord, but I don't see my lord... but his presence... is everywhere."

“Ralak, fear not. I am here... I am everywhere. I only called you to test something out, so you can just stay where you are for a moment.”

Ralak bowed, then stood up straight. “As the Lord wishes.”

Carter stared at Ralak for a moment. “Inspect!”

Name:

Ralak

Age:

200,000+

Race:

None (Multiple genes detected)

Affiliation

Primordial God Religion

Hostility Level

0%

Stats:

Aether cells

200+

Aether output

3.8 billion+

Celestial energy

8 billion+

Arcane power

0

Muscular strength

8,560

Movement speed

12510(Every thousand is light speed)

Aether abilities:

Elemental fusion

Soul leech

Cell regeneration

Mind control

Cursed aura

Flame manipulation

Wind manipulation

Nightmare

Celestial Abilities:

Eternal flame

Void step

Astral projection

Cursed eyes

Solar winds

Spatial dent

“His power is pretty impressive. He’s definitely stronger than I thought. His celestial energy capacity is even higher than the amount I used to create him. But what I don’t understand, System, is that I used over 200 incredibly powerful alien equations when forming him, so he should have hundreds of abilities—especially since most aliens have multiple Aether abilities.”

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[System]

Ralak’s power is unique; he made his Aether cells in a way that allows them to absorb the abilities of others, increasing his Aether output and strengthening his chosen abilities. Having more abilities doesn’t necessarily make one stronger, and Ralak understands the value of quality over quantity. Every being typically has only one Aether cell, making this method exclusive to your creations. Additionally, Ralak’s celestial abilities are tied directly to his soul. Beings who can naturally wield celestial energy gain abilities based on their existence—or their "soul." Others, like the Shadrax, use celestial energy as a race ability. Even the host cannot surpass this natural order, The abilities available to you through the shop and what you can create and learn are based on your own existence.

“And what exactly is my existence?”

INFO DENIED

“Sigh... Alright, I guess that’s enough for now.”

Carter was tempted to head into the Skill Shop and purchase everything he could, but as he moved toward the function, something else caught his attention.

No, not yet. Right now, my current god form is far too weak compared to the power I have as a solar system. It’s not enough. I need to create another body. But this time, no flesh. The alien equations I have are too weak to form a suitable vessel. Carter though.

“System, I want to create a form for myself. Since I don’t intend to add a soul to it and will control it myself, I’m fully capable of creating it without any biological properties, right?”

[System]

That is correct. The host is fully capable of creating a usable, non-biological form.

“Good. Then create it as I imagine and switch my consciousness into it.”

[System]

Celestial energy required for this form: 250 billion.

[Celestial energy deducted.]

Carter's form began to glow brightly, morphing into a radiant white humanoid shape. It curled up, holding its knees, as a semi-formed bubble enveloped it, stopping just at the midpoint of its stomach.

[System]

The process of creating a form of this level could take millennia. To expedite this process, the system must focus solely on its creation, meaning the host will enter a hibernative state until completion. The host simply needs to give the say-so, and the system will resume the process.

Carter contemplated the implications of entering a deep sleep. If he was incapacitated when the X3X attacked, the consequences could be dire. "Alright, let's do it. But first, I need to inform my sentinels about my time away."

Switching his consciousness back to his god form, Carter quickly teleported to his palace throne room within his sanctuary, where his chrysalis form floated beside him.

“Your Lord calls for you, my sentinels.”

In an instant, all seven sentinels appeared before him, kneeling in a triangular formation.

“Your sentinels are present, my lord,” Ralak announced.

“I gathered everyone here to inform you that I will be entering a hibernative state for a while. I may return before the war starts, but I cannot be certain. If I do not awaken in time, the duty of protecting our home will fall to you all.”

The sentinels exchanged glances, but none showed any signs of dissent.

“As the Lord commands!” they unitedly affirmed.

“Good. While I’m gone, you will be responsible for training my celestial knights and managing my worlds. If you discover any outstanding individuals among them, take them under your wing."

Carter continued detailing their responsibilities in preparation for the war, outlining what they should do if he didn’t awaken in time.

“Alright, now that we’ve addressed everything, it’s time for me to leave. System, resume the creation process.”

[System]

[Resuming creation process of the host form…]

[Putting all system functions to sleep while the process is in effect…]

[Putting host into a hibernating state until the process is complete…]

Carter’s consciousness left his god form and entered his newly forming body. The galactic-colored bubble resumed its ascent, eventually enveloping his entire being and solidifying around him. As Carter’s awareness slowly faded, he realized this was the first time in a long while that he had felt the sensation of sleep.

"This… feeling… it doesn’t feel so bad.”

[System]

[Creation process resumed. Host has entered a state of sleep.]

Meanwhile, several light-years away, the ship Carter had released was speeding toward the X3X, its remaining crew desperate to deliver a warning. The cockpit was deathly silent, save for the quiet sobbing or occasional gasps of the traumatized crew.

Only nine of them remained, their faces pale and haunted by what they had witnessed.

"Fu*k, fu*k, fu*k, fu*k FUUCKKKKK, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?" a fur-covered crewman broke the silence, clutching his head, tearing at his fur, and tapping his feet anxiously. "I don't know either," the pilot replied, his voice trembling. "But we need to get to one of the teleporters and report what we saw. The empire has to know."

The group fell silent again, though fear lingered in their eyes. Some had already succumbed to despair, while others teetered on the brink. Many had even taken their own lives, leaving only the nine aboard.

Finally, they reached a small space station, its structure resembling a glass orb with all sorts of mechanism's inside suspended in the void. The ship entered the station, and the glass dome sealed behind them.

"Hurry the hell up and get the teleporter running!" The fur-covered crewman barked, sweat pouring down his face. "Can you calm down? I haven't even entered the coordinates yet!" The pilot snapped back.

He quickly punched in the coordinates and yanked the lever to start the teleporter, but nothing happened. The fur-covered crewman leapt from his seat, panicking. "Oh no… oh no no no. I knew this was going to happen. Those bastards!" "Calm down! It's probably just a glitch. I'll try again."

As the pilot prepared to pull the lever, a video feed flickered to life in front of them. On the screen appeared a bull-like demi-human, his massive hands locked on a table as he stared at them with cold, detached eyes.

"Major Lieutenant Trak!" one of the crew shouted. "We've been trying to reach you! That monster wiped us out completely. Even Fur—" "Shut up! You think they don't already know?" The furred cover crewman added, his look of hope faded.

The bull said nothing for a moment, his silence heavier than any words. "Your service to the empire will not be forgotten," he finally spoke, his tone devoid of emotion, before cutting the feed.

The remaining crew erupted into chaos. Some screamed. Others wept openly. The pilot, however, sat still, his head tilted back as a single tear ran down his cheek.

"Fuck the empire."

BOOM!