But none of that compared to Kallus, the Imperial Commander.

If others knew what he had achieved… their minds might shatter under the weight of it.

Kallus had comprehended multiple Supreme Laws — Laws even above the Grand Laws. These weren’t just principles of nature or forces of reality. These were the architectural codes of existence itself.

His path now walked beside forces like:

The Law of Time

The Law of Destiny

The Law of Karma

The Law of Eternity

and many other supreme laws.

And he hadn’t merely brushed against them — he had comprehended them to their perfection.

Where others needed a lifetime to grasp a single Law, many members of the Void Fleet comprehended theirs in less than a day. They were different—far beyond the norm of even this vast Super Galaxy… and perhaps even the Super Universe. Here, the phrase “a lifetime” wasn’t just an exaggeration—it was a literal truth.

And these were just Fundamental Laws—the most common and, supposedly, the easiest to comprehend among the 3000 known Laws.

There’s an old saying: “All Laws are one and the same, each just as powerful as the other in their respective domains.” And that’s true… to an extent.

But let me ask you something: suppose a person is afflicted by someone who wields the Law of Poison, a fundamental law. Now, imagine that same poisoned individual happens to wield the Law of Fire—also a fundamental law—and uses it to burn away the poison from within.

Does that mean the Law of Poison is weak?

Hard to say. Perhaps it isn’t the Law that’s weak or strong, but rather the user—their strength, their mastery, their creativity in wielding it.

Laws are different for a reason. Fire can burn—but can it heal? I don’t think so.

Ah, we’re drifting off-topic, aren’t we? Let’s refocus now…

Ah yes—Kallus’s breakthrough.

It was a remarkable achievement, no doubt—comprehending multiple Supreme Laws of the Universe in such a short time frame. A feat that would place him among the prodigies of any era.

But even so… there was one other who had made an even more staggering breakthrough. Not in the depth of any single law, perhaps, but in sheer number.

And that person… was none other than a six-year-old girl.

Luna.Kallus’s little sister. The youngest of them all. Not the quiet one, nor the mysterious one—but the cheerful one, as bright and lively as any child her age ought to be.

And yet her comprehension of the Laws could only be described as monstrous.

Where many had predicted, and some now knew, that the journey of the so-called “Imperial Family”—the little princess—was just beginning… they could not have been more wrong.

For unlike the rest—well, perhaps not including Kallus or William—Luna had already comprehended not one, but two Supreme Laws: the Law of Destiny and the Law of Destruction.

Alongside these, she had effortlessly grasped dozens of Fundamental and High Laws, and even several Grand Laws, all tucked neatly under her belt.

And she was only at the Paragon Rank.Not even a Worldbuilder yet.

While others were still struggling to barely grasp a single Law, most achieving no more than Minor Comprehension, she had already fully comprehended nearly a hundred.

Yes—one hundred Laws.In the same timeframe where others had taken their first halting steps into just one, Luna had mastered them all.

If they knew…If the world truly understood what she had done…They would break into a cold sweat—not from awe, but from fear.

Fear of her sheer, terrifying talent.Fear of what she would become as she ascended into the World-Building Realms.

Because with those Laws—so many, so complete—her inner world would not just form. It would explode into being, vast and rich beyond imagination.

Her foundation would be so solid, so overwhelming, that others could only sigh in disbelief… if only they knew.

But just because they didn’t know didn’t mean they couldn’t feel. For many who had once comprehended a Law—or even a single aspect of one—the presence of Law energy was unmistakable.

They might not be able to tell which Law had been comprehended, but they could sense its intensity, its presence, coiling around the one who had touched its truth. And though not all of them were particularly skilled in such sensing, even they could tell—just one glance at Luna, who was still stabilizing herself, was enough.

A vast tide of Law energy radiated from her, enveloping her like a second skin. It gave birth to illusions, emotions, and hallucinations—some felt themselves sinking into an eternal abyss of judgment, others felt their bodies ignite as if they were on fire.

Each experienced something different, yet all were affected, as if their spiritual selves had been pulled into something far beyond their understanding.

And when it stopped—abruptly, as though it had never been deliberate but merely a side effect—they broke out into a cold sweat, shaken. A few cursed under their breath.

“Damn it… what was that?”

They looked at each other, shaken by the same unspoken realization: that little princess had not only comprehended one Law… but multiple Laws at the same time.

And how many?

They didn’t want to know. They didn’t even dare to know.

Not when it came to the affairs of the Imperial Family.

Meanwhile, outside the Sol Region…

At the very edge of the battlefield—where the Void Fleet, led by Kallus, had clashed with the Minotaur Clan’s 7th Light Fleet—a presence returned.

The Grand Admiral of the Minotaur Clan, the very one they had allowed to flee… was back.

But to say he had returned would be misleading.It would be more accurate to say that his backers had arrived.

It had been barely two galactic days since the high-level meeting of the Five Powers—a gathering held within the Imperial Palace of the Star Empress. Present were the mightiest:

The Star Empire, a Tier-1 superpower;

The Dark Elven Empire, another Tier-1 giant;

The Mountain Dwarf Clans, equally dominant;

And two multi-galactic organizations—The Forger Association and the Alchemy Consortium.

The Star Emperor himself had not come in person.Such a trivial mission—at least in his eyes—did not warrant his direct presence. Besides, even if he had moved discreetly, the other powers would have noticed his absence from the Empire and grown suspicious. That kind of attention wasn’t worth it.

But attention, in some form, was inevitable.He was counting on that.So long as it remained just curiosity, he could act freely.By the time they began to take it seriously… it would already be too late. His plans would be complete, everything already in motion.

Instead, he sent one of his most trusted subordinates—Duke Flaxey, a noble of great standing.

Under imperial orders, Duke Flaxey had mobilized his personal fleet:Four thousand Arch-Class warships, each brimming with cutting-edge technology, and arrived precisely on the third galactic day.

His first destination: the Minotaur Clan.

From them, he requisitioned one or two warships—not for reinforcement, but as shields, should the enemy prove stronger than expected. A calculated move to minimize his losses.

The Minotaurs were clearly displeased… but had no choice. The request came with imperial authority.Among those assigned to accompany the Duke was Jarkon, a high-ranking Minotaur warrior.

Together, they entered the Ridget Star System, the site of the great battle.

And there… they found nothing.

No wreckage. No debris. Not a single shattered hull or scorched armor plate remained.

It was as if the battlefield had been cleansed—erased from history.

Only one thing lingered in that cold, silent void:Millions of frozen Minotaur corpses, drifting aimlessly in space like mournful reminders of a crushing defeat.

But while the bodies of the fallen floated in the void like tragic monuments, not a single fragment of their warships remained.

It was as if they had been erased—not destroyed, but deliberately removed.Cleansed, with precision and intent.

Then came the voice.

Broadcast across secured channels, originating from the flagship at the heart of the imperial fleet, Duke Flaxey’s voice echoed through the comms. His tone wasn’t angry—yet—but rather laced with confusion and sharp skepticism.

He addressed the Minotaur Clan’s flagship, a vessel modeled after their capital warship, Taurus Prime.

“Didn’t you say… this is where the battle took place?”

His voice paused for a moment, as if scanning the scene again.

“Well, I can’t say you’re lying… judging by the number of your dead floating out there.”

“But then…”

“Where in the void are the remains of your fleet?”

Duke Flaxey’s voice echoed across the comm channel, his tone now edged with incredulity.”Not a single ship… not even a fragment of what used to be one.”

His gaze swept over the vast emptiness of the starfield displayed on his command deck’s tactical projection. The only evidence of battle was the frozen corpses of Minotaur warriors, drifting silently among the stars.

“Didn’t you lose thousands—no, ten thousand ships?””I can understand if the enemy salvaged some of your wreckage… to reclaim materials or tech.””But all of it? In such a short span?””That’s not just unlikely—that’s impossible.”

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