The crew froze, fear and disbelief etched on their faces as they processed Carter's chilling words. Carter barely acknowledged them, turning away and drifting slowly through the void. One crew member, arrogance etched into his every move, snatched the comm device in a last-ditch attempt to speak.
"Damn it, WAIT, WE WER—"
Shush.
Carter with a single thought, triggering his gravity control and compressed the ship, His gravity control compacted the vessel until it was a mere speck, practically nonexistent.
"Loud," he muttered, letting the silence fill the void once more.
Drifting further, he paused, staring into the distant expanse of stars. "How can I ever expect my creations to see me as their god if I can't even protect them?” His voice softened as he continued, almost to himself. “They must have suffered... waiting, praying that their god would save them. And I never even knew about their demise.”
In the quiet of space, a system screen appeared, casting a faint glow over his face. Carter read it, his clenched fists loosening slightly as he processed its contents. A glimmer of calm settled over his expression, but his eyes still burned.
“I see… but even so,” he said, his voice cold and resolute, “these bastards will not be spared.”
Carter moved towards one of the planets, releasing high amounts of his energy on purpose.
The planet ran by the X3X force buzzed with frenzied alarms as the cosmic sensors spiked, blaring warnings across every monitor. Red lights bathed the command centers and streets alike, while citizens looked up, terrified, at the warning image readings displayed on massive public screens, wondering what is happening. In a high-security control room, the planet's leaders gathered around a central holographic projection, their faces pale as they witnessed the sheer scale of the incoming threat. Such power they had never seen before.
"What… what is it?" One of the ministers stammered, gripping the edge of the table.
"It's not just a sensor malfunction, is it?" another demanded, though her voice faltered. The readouts were too consistent, too precise. The gravitational field around their planet was fluctuating wildly, like it was being stretched, strained by an unimaginable force.
Panic rose among the council members as one of the commanders slammed a fist on the console, barking orders. "All hands to defensive positions! Activate every shield, reinforce every energy barrier—this is not a drill!"
Before the terrified leaders could do more, the sky itself seemed to darken as Carter appeared in the planet’s atmosphere, his presence casting an eerie shadow across the land. His immense, otherworldly form was visible even from the surface. He extended his hand, the motion slow, deliberate, and then—
Flash.
In an instant, the planet was gone, compressed into a shimmering, tiny sphere that floated e in Carter's hand. His energy hummed around him, the obliterated world a faint glint against the dark backdrop of space. Carter held the compressed planet, studying it for a moment before turning his gaze outward, his golden eyes narrowing as they swept across the distant stars.
“One by one…” Carter murmured, his voice low and edged with cold fury. “I'll pick you bastards off, one by one.”
True to his word, he moved slowly, targeting each planet like it was a mere obstacle in his path. The X3X forces, desperate, sent wave after wave of energy-ray-equipped satellites, beams converging on his figure in an attempt to halt his relentless advance. But every ray fizzled into nothing as it made contact, absorbed effortlessly by the aura surrounding him. The destruction continued, slow enough to stoke terror among the remaining planets, a fear that grew with each world’s turn.
In mere hours, all five planets had been compressed into dense, marble-like spheres, the energy they once held now trapped within them. Carter, reclined in the vast emptiness of space, spun the spheres idly around his finger, their light casting reflections across his darkened hooded face.
Then something flickered across his awareness.
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“Oh.” He drifted upright, his eyes narrowing as the realization sank in. “So those bastards are heading for my main body,” he muttered, a quiet rage simmering in his voice. Through the zone vision of his primary form, he’d felt the faint but unmistakable presence of the foreign fleet that has been following him for over a century.
Though his connection was faint with his clone planets, the connection to his main body was strong, unwavering, even from the massive distances he moved from during the millennias. The X3X fleet’s intent was clear.
A smirk spread across his face as he set his gaze toward the distant zone where his planet resided. “Let’s see what these bastards plan to do.”
Carter surged through space at full speed, pushing his gravity control and astro movement to their limits. But even at his fastest, he knew he couldn’t reach his main body in time. "Guess it’s time to test this out," he muttered, closing his eyes to shift his consciousness.
In an instant, his mind anchored back to his main body, while his god form continued racing toward it autonomously. “Awaken,” he thought, and the familiar sensation of becoming a planet washed over him. “Been a while since I felt like this… but now’s not the time for nostalgia.”
His Zone Vision flared, and the thousands of X3X invading fleets loomed at the edges, just minutes away.
“You bastards have been following me for years; guess it’s time to repay the favor,” Carter thought, his planetary form radiating quiet menace. An idea sparked in his mind—a way to truly test the full scope of his abilities.
“Oh, it’s about time I try out that equation,” he thought. “System, create ten Shadrax beings, but don’t give them any memories. Just make them stupid and loyal.”
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[System]
900 million celestial energy is needed to create 10 fully grown Shadrax.
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“Do it.”
Energy began to churn around Carter, swirling into ten distinct areas. From each pool of energy, a massive Shadrax emerged, but these were unlike the one he’d encountered before. Each creature was over 9 kilometers in mass, their shadowy skin rippling with raw, overbearing power. Their tentacles, darker and more menacing than ever, seemed to suck in the light around them. Their single, enormous red eyes glowed with an eerie intensity, and rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth gleamed in their cavernous mouths.
“System, what’s going on? These guys seem way stronger than the one I fought back then.”
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[System]
When the host specifically creates a race without recreating them from memory, they are manifested in their most powerful form. These Shadrax are in their absolute forms.
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“Ah, I see. Makes sense. When I made Ralak, I did it based on his own memory of himself. This is... well, this reminds me of a cartoon from my previous life, though I can’t put my finger on it.” Carter smirked, shaking off the memory. “Anyway…”
The ten Shadrax floated before him, their silent stares fixed on him, awaiting his command.
“Go,” Carter commanded, his voice filled with quiet fury, “give our friends some entertainment.”
The Shadrax shot forward, moving at ten times the speed of light, dark blurs streaking through the void with a purpose. Carter grinned, sending a fragment of his consciousness into the eye of one of the colossal creatures. Now, he’d have a front-row seat to the chaos about to unfold.
“Only one about to be entertained… is me.”
Back on the command ship leading the fleet
Commander Jzon moved briskly through the ship’s steel corridors, the dim lights casting long shadows as he approached a heavily secured chamber at the end of the hall. The door scanned his retinas, permitting only him entry. With a quiet hiss, it slid open to reveal the ship’s most peculiar—and infuriating—asset.
Inside, a figure lay sprawled on a floating platform, arms behind his head, staring lazily at the ceiling. His yellow skin had an almost metallic sheen, and two extra arms protruded from his back, casually holding a spear that glinted in the low light. His eyes flicked over to Jzon, but the faintest smirk didn’t leave his face.
“So, what brings you here, Jzon?” Fury drawled, then added, “Or should I say, commander?” His tone was mocking, with a hint of amusement.
Jzon held back his irritation, keeping his voice as steady as possible. “Are you planning on assisting us in subjugating this star-eatin creature? Your support could turn the tide.”
Fury leaned back, one of his spare arms adjusting his spear. “Why rush? It’s just one creature. Surely you and your fleet can handle it. Or have your skills dulled, Jzon?”
Jzon’s jaw tightened, but he pressed on. “This isn’t just another mission. The power levels are off the charts—there’s a reason we’re tracking it as closely as we are.”
Fury, or "Heaven,” as he insisted on being called, yawned, clearly unbothered. “Charts, power levels, all of this feels so… ordinary. If the ‘great’ Commander Jzon and his fleet can’t handle it, maybe it’s time to hang up the title.”
Jzon’s internal frustration boiled. He envisioned himself launching Fury out of an airlock but kept his expression composed. “Underestimating this could be a mistake,” he managed through gritted teeth.
Fury simply chuckled, spinning his spear lazily with one of his back arms. “Then, by all means, prove me wrong. But do try not to bore me with more requests. I’m far too important to be wasted on such trivialities.”
With a final nod, Jzon turned and left, his mind racing as he clenched his fists. Fury’s arrogance was a constant thorn, but he’d have to handle this without him—for now.