CHAPTER 373: LET THE HUNT BEGIN! II

"They knew that given just dozens of years, perhaps a few hundred at most, the Adrastia Emperor Kings would likely become stronger than all of them combined. So they did what powerful entities always do when faced with a threat they cannot directly confront...they schemed."

The display around them darkened, stars dimming as if in mourning for what was to come.

"They turned subordinates against their masters, planted seeds of betrayal within the ranks of those sworn to serve the Adrastia line. They began to hunt us, generation after generation, seeking to cleanse our lineage from existence entirely before we could reach our full potential."

As the words left his lips, Achilles felt his hand begin to tremble with barely contained rage.

The injustice of it, the calculated cruelty of entities so secure in their position that they would orchestrate genocide rather than risk fair competition, burned in his chest!

Rose’s eyes had taken on a verdant light that seemed to burn with its own inner fire as she absorbed the scope of the betrayal he described.

When she spoke, her voice was soft but carried within it the promise of equal hatred!

"We will burn them all," she said, each word a vow that resonated through the water around them. "We will burn them until their bodies fade into ash, until the rule they tried to preserve becomes forgotten history. We will scorch every single one of them until nothing remains but the memory of their screams!...Okay?"

The fierce love in her voice, the absolute commitment to stand beside him against impossible odds, sent a surge of emotion through Achilles!

This was why he would succeed where his ancestors had failed...not because he was stronger or wiser, but because he was not alone.

He looked at Rose. He looked at his daughter!

Then...

"Yes," he said, his own voice carrying the weight of stellar fire and gravitational authority. "We will scorch the entire Star Seas if that’s what it takes!"

HUUM!

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An entire day had passed since those words were spoken, and in that time, knowledge had flowed like rivers through his consciousness.

His Primordial Avatar, drifting through the void of space with the patient inevitability of chaos itself, had made tremendous advances in gathering intelligence about the Crimson Shroud Vortexes and the Five Kings of the Virgo Stellar Expanse!

Each use of his Continuum Vision had revealed new threads in the web of past and future, painting an increasingly detailed picture of his enemies’ capabilities, weaknesses, and intentions.

The Avatar moved through space with a fluidity that defied conventional understanding of physics, his assimilated mastery over Space-time allowing him to traverse distances that would take conventional vessels days or weeks to cross!

Space bent around him like liquid mercury, responding to his will as naturally as air yielded to a bird’s wings.

He had mapped the local quadrant of the Star Seas with methodical precision, cataloging the various powers that held sway in this relatively backward region of outer space!

The Five Kings of the Virgo Stellar Expanse occupied a position of moderate influence, while the Crimson Shroud Vortexes prowled the void like cosmic predators seeking opportunities to feed.

Above them all loomed the Sovereign Void Imperium, the dominant force that demanded tribute from lesser powers in exchange for the privilege of continued existence.

It was brutal all around!

But the scattered forces were far from united. They fought with tooth and nail for resources that would allow them to grow stronger, to secure better positions in the endless hierarchy of power, and most importantly, to ensure they could meet the tribute demands of their overlords.

Tributes that could take the form of rare resources, captured powerhouses, entire worlds, or even Planes of Existence.

The spatial warfare created opportunities for those clever enough to exploit them, and Achilles had never been lacking cleverness.

His figure came to a sudden stop in a region of space that thrummed with spatisl industrial activity!

Before him stretched a sight that would have been impossible to comprehend just weeks earlier- massive vessels that gleamed with the fusion of metal and crystal technologies, their hulls stretching for miles as they deployed mining equipment on a scale that dwarfed planetary engineering projects.

Stellar Harvesters, he knew from his accumulated memories!

Ships designed to strip entire celestial bodies of their resources, reducing moons and asteroids to component atoms that could be processed into materials needed.

Around the fleet, scattered figures in the distinctive auras of Empyrean Star Nexus Transcendents moved with the watchful alertness of guards protecting valuable assets.

The target they were harvesting was itself impressive- a metallic asteroid that stretched for nearly one hundred thousand miles, its surface gleaming with veins of rare minerals that would be worth wonders as thry helped in forging one’s Empyrean Star Nexus!

The operation represented wealth on a scale that smaller civilizations could only dream of possessing.

More importantly, the fleet belonged to the Astral Forge Consortium...a stellar mining conglomerate that held marginally more power than the Five Kings of the Virgo Stellar Expanse, and whose relationship with those cannibalistic monarchs could be accurately described as one of blood-soaked enmity.

They fucking hated each other!

And that was...

Perfect.

As Achilles observed the distant operation, his appearance began to shift.

His youthful features aged decades in moments, lines of experience etching themselves around eyes that now held the weight of authority. His distinctive purple-gold hair darkened to silver-streaked brown, while his stellar visage transformed into simple white robes that somehow managed to convey more gravitas than the most ornate regalia.

When the transformation was complete, he appeared to be a middle-aged scholar or diplomat, someone possessed of wisdom and experience rather than the raw power that had defined his original appearance.

It was a mask that would serve his purposes well in the machinations that were already taking shape in his mind.

With deliberate calm, he began to float toward the distant Stellar Harvesters, his approach calculated to appear non-threatening while still conveying the confidence of someone who belonged!

In his thoughts, plans bloomed with the intricate beauty of memories and brutality.

The Astral Forge Consortium would become his blade, and through them, the Five Kings of the Virgo Stellar Expanse would learn what it meant to face the consequences of their choices.

The hunt...was about to begin in earnest!