Floating Island - Triple S Talent-Chapter 582: King-tier sovereign
A beam of blinding crimson intertwined with deep violet tore through the void—a lance of destruction piercing the stars... heading toward Heavenly Sky Realm’s main planet.
In its path, space itself tore.
The first Aegis Satellite shield it touched... collapsed instantly.
Due to the attack’s speed and scale, Platinum General couldn’t abandon his duel. Golden General and Golden Troops lacked the mass and formation to stop something like that.
In the command center, silence hung like fog.
Some officers forgot to breathe.
The beam streaked forward.
Approaching the outer atmosphere, if it broke through, an entire surface city would vanish without trace.
Then...
The sky trembled.
. . .
Between the red beam and the main planet, something appeared.
Not a warship.
Not a satellite.
A colossal shadow, like a titanic figure forged from pure energy, projected itself, its back facing the planet, its body facing the incoming beam.
An energy avatar.
At the avatar’s center, a small point solidified... a human figure in pitch-black armor, standing in empty space.
No ships around him.
No supporting fleet.
Just one man.
Arya.
Supreme Commander of Heavenly Sky Realm’s Outer Defense.
Peak Ruler. A King-tier sovereign.
He raised one hand.
The planet-killer beam slammed into his palm.
BOOOOOOM!!!
The energy explosion should’ve pierced through, annihilated, incinerated everything in its path.
But the moment it touched Arya’s palm, the beam... slowed.
Stopped.
As if something existed there, something denser than a neutron star, that refused to budge even an inch.
Sector Alpha’s sensors went haywire.
Energy pressure readings spiked to impossible values, then... stabilized.
On the spear ship’s bridge, the Void Conqueror Alliance leader gawked in disbelief.
"Impossible..."
Along the ring, merchant ships, enemy secret bases monitoring from afar—everyone who could see the feed fell silent.
The giant energy avatar behind him flickered, formed from reflected and amplified satellite beams. But the true anchor point... was simply Arya’s palm.
He clenched his fist slowly.
Like someone grasping a fragile stick of wood.
The planet-killer beam... shattered.
No sideways explosion. No wild deflection.
It fractured into tiny energy fragments that winked out one by one, like brittle glass crushed by a giant’s hand.
Silence returned.
Only held breaths echoed across command rooms.
Arya lowered his hand.
He glanced slightly toward the massive spear ship that had just fired.
His calm voice flowed through the comms channel, no need to raise volume.
"Entry denied," he stated.
"You’re too noisy."
. . .
He lifted one foot.
And stomped empty space. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
No floor existed there.
Yet beneath him, gravity lines and worldly qi gathered at the small point of his sole—forming another anchor, not for one beam, but for the entire battlefield.
An invisible shockwave spread.
Unlike before, this time he didn’t hold back.
The wave swept the void, passing Earth Legion ships without touching them—because Arya didn’t permit it—but slamming every vessel bearing Void Conqueror Alliance markings.
To those ships, it felt like suddenly smashing into an invisible wall at full speed.
Their iron hulls buckled, rune formations collapsed, energy cores shook violently.
In an instant, most enemy warships shattered—not in glorious massive explosions, but crumpled, fractured, torn apart from within, like miniature stars collapsing.
Hundreds of ship icons on Sector Alpha’s hologram winked out one by one.
Only one small icon remained—a courier ship at the formation’s edge, too distant for full impact, but close enough to witness everything.
Arya turned toward it.
He didn’t raise his hand.
He didn’t unleash a second attack.
He simply... let it go.
On the small ship’s bridge, the soldiers trembled.
"Reporting..." one whispered, voice breaking. "We... we have to report this to all bases. Heavenly Sky Realm..."
He swallowed hard.
"...has an impenetrable wall."
Meanwhile, Arya turned slowly, gazing at Heavenly Sky Realm’s shimmering protective barrier in the distance. The glow of orbital fortresses, the bustle of spaceports, the endless flow of merchant ships, everything looked so vibrant, so majestic.
Many thoughts crossed his mind.
Memories of Earth, his old life... remained crystal clear.
He remembered the days selling fried snacks by the main city roadside, the heat of sizzling oil and enveloping smoke on his face, laughter from regular customers, simple routines he’d once taken for granted. Then the system appeared, transforming him from street vendor to ruler of a small island.
He’d climbed alone on that island, pitting his fate against monsters, building fortifications from nothing, until receiving his first invitation from the World Market Trade Alliance.
"Princess Nita..." he murmured softly, gaze tender. "You’re... my goddess of fortune."
In his mind, the best decision he’d ever made was accepting Nita’s invitation to join that alliance.
Lost in memories, a soft light glowed beside his left ear.
"Your Majesty King Arya," a gentle yet deeply respectful voice flowed in. "We’re approaching the Autonomous Kingdom. Your presence is requested."
The tone was polite, yet carried the weight of command that only certain ears could perceive.
Arya snapped back to reality.
He smiled faintly, eyes still fixed on the planet he protected.
"Young Master Lein," he murmured lightly, "I hope you’re back by the time I return."
In a flash, his figure vanished from the void, leaving only faint gravitational ripples that slowly dissipated.
As one of the twelve core members, Arya shouldered immense responsibility. If he merely relied on innate talent and stayed defending Heavenly Sky Realm, he’d fall behind the other eleven.
He refused to lag.
Hunting resources across the universe was no longer just duty.
It had become their routine.
***
The Eternal Forge.
A floating factory-city anchored to the inner edge of the Orbital Ring, yet possessing its own spatial order, as if it were a separate world unto itself.
From afar, the Eternal Forge resembled a cluster of colossal towers and interwoven black steel pipes, crimson and gold light seeping through their seams. But only upon drawing closer did one realize this was far more than a mere industrial complex.
This was a Mechanical City.
Black Steel skyscrapers pierced the thin mist, their surfaces etched with neon-blue runic lines that pulsed steadily, like the heartbeat of some titanic organism. Metallic bridges stretched between towers at dizzying heights, some capable of shifting their positions autonomously to accommodate logistical demands.
In certain places, the outer walls of the towers seemed to move... subtly, rhythmically, as though breathing. It was no illusion. The defensive formations embedded within were designed to absorb incoming energy attacks, dismantle the pressure, and redistribute it throughout the city’s structural network. If necessary, a watchtower could reshape itself within seconds, transforming into a massive cannon that extended its barrel into the void.
Beneath the main dome, rivers of molten metal flowed.
