My Infinite System.-Chapter 242: Infinal God

The Citadel’s main hangar was usually a place of organized chaos, but right now it held a moment of pure, simple magic. Lira was laughing, a real, unburdened sound that echoed off the high ceilings. She was floating three feet off the ground, spinning slowly in a lazy circle, her silver hair fanning out around her. Below her, Marc stood with one hand raised, a faint, almost invisible shimmer of energy connecting his fingertips to the air around her.

"Again!" Lira giggled, kicking her feet as she drifted. "Make me go faster!"

Marc’s usual grim expression had softened into something resembling a smile. "Faster, huh? You sure? You might get spacesick."

"I don’t care! It’s fun!"

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound, and made a gentle swirling motion with his finger. Lira’ spin accelerated, her laughter pealing through the bay.

This was the scene that greeted Lucian, Kael, Vyn, Dean Garos, and Athena as they stepped out of the spatial rift and back into the Citadel. The portal sealed behind them with a soft sigh.

Vyn’s father, Garos, looked around the vast, technologically advanced hangar, his eyes wide. "Vyn... you live here?"

"This is the Citadel, Father," Vyn said, her voice calm but with a hint of pride. "It is our home. And our base of operations."

Athena’s sharp eyes scanned the area, taking in the sleek ships, the advanced terminals, and the sheer scale of it all. Her gaze finally landed on Lucian. "You built something real here, Black. A proper fortress."

Lucian, his mind still half in the Monster Realm and half on the impending war, just gave a tired shrug. "I guess." Without another word, he turned and walked away, heading for the solitude of his private quarters.

Athena watched him go, a faint, knowing look in her eyes. The boy she’d taught was gone, replaced by a man carrying the weight of galaxies.

In his room, Lucian sank into his chair. The silence was a relief. But it was short-lived. A familiar, translucent blue screen flickered to life in front of him, displaying his status. A notification pulsed urgently in the corner: [System Alert: Evolution Trial Available].

A smooth, synthesized voice that was both familiar and utterly alien spoke in his mind. "Lucian. Your power has reached a critical saturation point. The path to the next stage is open. The Trial of the Infinal God awaits. To face what is coming, you must ascend."

Lucian let out a weary breath, running a hand through his hair. "Not now, Cael."

"The parameters align, Lucian. Your father, Alistair, operates on a level you currently cannot match. The Infinal God state is the only projected path to victory. The trial is the key."

"I get it," Lucian said, his voice tight. "But a trial like that... you make it sound like it’ll take days. Weeks, even. We don’t have that kind of time. If I go under now, I might wake up to find the universe already on fire. I can’t afford to be out of the fight."

There was a momentary pause, the system processing his refusal. "Acknowledged. The risk assessment is valid. The trial will be postponed. But the warning stands, Lucian. You are choosing to fight a dragon with a knife."

"I’ve done it before," Lucian muttered, swiping the notification away. The screen vanished.

He took a moment to just breathe, then pushed himself up. Hiding in his room wouldn’t change anything. He walked back out into the common area.

The scene had shifted. Vyn and her father were sitting on a low couch, speaking in hushed, happy tones, catching up on years lost. It was a quiet pocket of normalcy.

Nearby, Athena was talking with Kael. Her arms were crossed, her posture that of a seasoned soldier assessing a potential threat. "So. Your people. The ones who poured out of gates and tried to overrun my planet. You’re telling me they’re just going to sit quietly on our doorstep now?"

Kael, to his credit, met her gaze without flinching. "The invasion was my father’s command. A mad king’s final ambition. The Monster Realm never desired your world. We have realms of our own, vaster and stranger than you can imagine. Attacking Earth was... a directive. One we are now free from."

Athena studied his face, her eyes narrowed. She was looking for a lie, but found only grim sincerity. She gave a slow, reluctant nod. "I believe you. But it doesn’t answer the bigger question."

Lucian, who had been listening, felt a cold knot tighten in his stomach. He walked over, his frown deepening. "Kael. Why? Why would your father, a Dragon King with his own empire, suddenly decide to attack Earth? If he was just power-hungry, he would have committed everything. The first wave would have been the only wave. We’d be gone. And that gate technology..." He looked at Kael pointedly. "Your people don’t have it. I’ve seen your tech. It’s organic, crystalline. Those gates were hardlight and chrome. Someone else built them."

The pieces were clicking into place, forming a picture he desperately didn’t want to see.

Athena finished the thought, her voice grim. "Which means he was working for someone."

The air went out of the room. The happy chatter between Vyn and Garos faded away. All eyes turned to Lucian.

He stood frozen, the final, horrifying connection snapping into place. The mana surge that had swept Earth during the first monster attacks... the sudden awakening of human abilities... his own power, and Marc’s, exploding into being...

"He didn’t want to conquer Earth," Lucian whispered, the truth feeling like a physical blow. "He was fertilizing it."

He looked around at their confused faces, his own a mask of dawning horror and rage.

"Alistair. Our father. He needed a catalyst. His children—his Aethel bloodline—were dormant. We needed a shock to the system to awaken. So he made a deal with the previous Dragon King. Invade Earth. The stress, the chaos, the massive release of energy from opening interstellar gates... it flooded the planet with ambient mana. It triggered the awakening of abilities in humans."

He met Kael’s shocked gaze. "And for his half-Aethel children, that surge didn’t just give us powers. It ignited our birthright. It made us into what we are now. Powerful. A force to be reckoned with."

Lucian’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. "He didn’t lose us. He planted us. And he orchestrated a war to make us grow. That bastard... he planned it all."

The revelation hung in the air, cold and suffocating. The monster attacks, the deaths, the global fear—it had all been a calculated move in their father’s ancient, vengeful game. They weren’t just his children. They were his weapons, and he had been the one to sharpen them.