CHAPTER 375: THE BLADE TO BE USED! II

She was magnificent in the way that stellar phenomena were magnificent...beautiful but fundamentally dangerous, possessed of a perfection that spoke of forces barely contained beneath a civilized exterior.

Her apparent age suggested someone in their early thirties, but Achilles could sense the weight of centuries in her bearing, the accumulated authority of someone who had commanded fleets and decided the fates of many lives.

This ridiculous woman wss at least a fee hundred years old.

A monster to deal with!

Her figure was sheathed in a military uniform that seemed to have been crafted from liquid starlight, its silver surface reflecting not just ambient illumination but somehow managing to capture and redirect the light of distant stars.

Her hair fell in waves of pure white that seemed to move with their own internal currents, while her eyes held depths that showed Achilles the uncomfortable depth of looking into the heart of a pulsar!

But it was the aura she projected that truly marked her as something beyond the ordinary hierarchy of power.

Where the guards around them radiated the crushing presence of stellar hearts, she emanated something far more complex and terrifying!

Her Empyrean Star had been augmented, transformed through processes that Achilles’ inherited knowledge allowed him to recognize.

The progression of power beyond basic Empyrean Star Nexus Transcendence was a path that few beings ever successfully navigated.

The first stage involved the gradual compression and refinement of one’s stellar heart, increasing its density and output until it approached the theoretical limits of what contained stellar matter could achieve.

This was a process that could take dozens of years kr centuries, requiring not just raw power but unprecedented control and understanding of stellar bodies.

The second stage was where most failed entirely.

It required the integration of materials and energies from unique celestial bodies- fragments of neutron stars, crystallized pulsar emissions, the exotic matter found in the hearts of black holes.

The goal was to give one’s Empyrean Star the qualities of these cosmic phenomena, transforming it from a simple stellar heart into something that embodied the most extreme expressions of space.

The transformation of an Empyrean Star Nexus into soemthing else entirely!

Some chose to incorporate the fusion fire of unique suns, becoming living supernovas waiting to happen.

Others sought the dense matter of white dwarf stars, gaining incredible resilience at the cost of mobility.

The most ambitious and dangerous attempted to integrate the gravitational extremes of black holes, though success in such endeavors was vanishingly rare.

This was the realm of Stellar Genesis Embodiment, and the woman floating before Achilles had clearly achieved it through means that involved the processing and integration of rare stellar materials- exactly the kind of resources that the Astral Forge Consortium’s industrial operations were designed to harvest at this very moment.

Her voice, when she spoke, carried each word precisely modulated to convey exactly the intended meaning and emotional weight.

"Who are you?" she asked, her cold gaze dissecting him with the clinical precision of someone who had ruled for a long time.

"What do you want with me?"

Achilles met her stare without flinching.

Here was someone who understood the fundamental truth of existence among the Star Seas, that survival and advancement required the constant acquisition and application of leverage over one’s competitors.

And so...

"I know the location of King Edmond of the Virgo Stellar Expanse," he said simply, his words dropping into the silence like stones into still water.

The reaction was immediate and telling.

Several of the surrounding guards actually recoiled as if struck, while the White Smith Star herself went perfectly still!

The location of the Five Kings was supposed to be as closely guarded as her own, protected by layers of security and misdirection that should have made casual discovery impossible.

But before she could fully process the implications, before she could begin to formulate questions about how he had acquired such intelligence, Achilles was already speaking again.

"More specifically," he continued, his tone remaining conversational despite the heavy and glorious implications of his words, "King Edmond currently possesses a Condensed Star Nexus Metalloid extracted from the heart of a destroyed Obsidian Mineral Star. I believe such a material would be... critical to your continued advancement in your chosen field."

BOOM!

The effect of these words was like watching a stellar core reach critical mass!

The White Smith Star’s carefully maintained composure shattered entirely, her augmented physiology responding to this shock by projecting gravitational waves that sent ripples through the local space-time!

Around them, the guards struggled to maintain their positions against the turbulence of their commander’s reaction!

Achilles had struck directly at the heart of her deepest ambitions.

Condensed Star Nexus Metalloid was one of the rarest substances nearby, formed only when certain types of mineral-rich stars underwent catastrophic collapse under precisely controlled conditions.

For someone attempting to push their Stellar Genesis Embodiment to its absolute limits, such material was quite literally priceless- it represented the difference between incremental improvement and evolutionary leap.

And...how the fuck had he known she needed this?!

"..."

There was no answer.

"What do you want in return for such information?" she asked, her voice now carrying undertones that suggested barely restrained hunger.

This was someone who had built an empire on the acquisition and processing of rare stellar materials, and Achilles had just dangled the ultimate prize before her.

When he smiled in response, it was an expression that would have been perfectly at home on the face of a predator that had just sighted wounded prey.

There was something wild in it, something brutal and blood-hungry that transformed his scholarly disguise into something far more dangerous.

He could act!

"I want the corpse of King Edmond," he said.

"And the corpse of a tentacled creature he is currently traveling with. Just their corpses...you may keep everything else they possess, including the metalloid you seek."

The silence that followed was gloriously heavy because...he already knew the results.

He had always known the results!

After all, he had seen it and tried it many times in his Continuum Visions!