Rise Of The Infinite Sovereign-Chapter 363: A New World

Along the empty space, a figure appeared out of nowhere.

"Ugh!" Ezra groaned. Holding his stomach with a pale face as he felt his twisted organs straighten in place.

"Oh man!"

The only reason he didn’t vomit was that his stomach was empty.

As he healed, his pale face regained colour.

Only after two more minutes did his body settle.

Ezra was angry.

"Why didn’t you tell me this would happen?!"

[It’s an ability I just created...did you expect it to be perfect]

"But I didn’t think it would hurt this much. Why is that?"

[Firstly, your cells disassembled until each one weighed but the same as an atom, then your body shifted forms to cross through a secondary dimension at FTL speed-

"FTL?" Ezra interrupted.

[Faster than light speed] he responded. [Before reassembling here, all in just a minute. It’s only natural that when your body reassembled and returned to its normal form, not all your organs were placed correctly. Moreover, this is your first time using the skill. Going forward, your body will adapt to it to more you use it, and most of this issues will either reduce or be gone entirely]

"Hmm..." Processing all that, Ezra simply replied "I see" before moving his mind onto something else.

He wasn’t so ungrateful as to complain about such things. It was worth the convenience provided and he knew Zydrax wouldn’t have had him use the skill if he determined it would risk his life.

’It took four minutes’ he thought.

He had counted the number of minutes it took to activate in order to know how to best utilize it.

With an activation time of four minutes, he’d have to be careful when activating it in the future.

The activation time made it useless in times of emergency...although he still needed to confirm whether the activation time was a result of the long distance or not.

[It’s because of the distance] Zydrax answered. [Moreover, this is your first time coming here]

"So, it would take less time for short distances?"

[It should. Also, with the coordinate recorder, each place you arrive at is recorded, so the next time you teleport here, a better teleportation route will be made]

"That’s good"

Now, he just needed to test the speed for short distances.

"Anyway" he looked around. "Where are we?"

[From the dungeon crystal, I gleaned that this is the Zeta Galaxy]

"Zeta galaxy..." Ezra murmured, before looking around. "Anyhow, were these the exact coordinates?"

He asked because the only thing around them was empty space, Ezra expected to have arrived at a planet.

[I stretched the coordinates a bit, or would you rather have teleported straight into the enemy camp]

"That’s...true..."

He hadn’t thought about that.

"Where do the actual coordinates point to?"

[Let me see...]

[That planet over there]

Ezra: "..."

He could see five planets on the periphery.

"Could you be a bit more specific?"

[The grey planet furthest from us]

Narrowing his eyes, Ezra was about to launch towards it...

[What are you about to do? Don’t do anything stupid]

"Relax, I just want to do some reconnaissance"

[Don’t. It’s too dangerous to do that when we don’t even know who the enemy is and what they’re capable of, if you’re spotted, things will turn messy]

[Let’s take our time to know who the enemy is, and then decide. Hasty actions like this will just bring unnecessary trouble]

With his eyes still on the grey planet, Ezra calmed himself.

"So what do you suggest I do?"

[Well first, let’s find a hub base]

"Hub...base?"

[Planets that act as transit stations]

"What’s a transit station?"

[Hah...right, I forgot about this] Zydrax lamented. [You really need to brush up on your knowledge. A transit station is...]

Zydrax suddenly went silent, he was about to say ’that’s where spaceships are checked in’, but that would just bring more questions

So he had to reiterate it better.

[Transit stations are planets that act as marketplaces]

"Hmm, I get it. That means there’ll be many people there?"

[Exactly, it’s the best place for an entry point. No one will be suspicious if another buyer enters the market]

"I see"

[You should change your clothes. Put on a cloak, from now on, you’re a mercenary looking for work]

"And if I’m asked where I’m from?"

[It doesn’t exist anymore. That should get them to shut up. Also, make up a new name]

"Sure"

Looking at the planets in the distance, something occurred to him.

"Can’t I bring those planets into my universe?"

[Don’t even dare. From now on, you have to be very careful about absorbing planets. Moving recklessly will get you killed]

[Once you’re powerful enough, then sure. For now, you have to lay low]

"I hear you" he replies, nodding.

Heading back into his universe, Ezra teleports to his room in the Nitonian castle.

Rummaging through his now undersized clothes, he finds a black cloak of just the right size, adorns and exits back into the main universe.

Donning the hood, Ezra takes off towards where Zydrax pointed to.

"Universe, here I come!"

As he flew across space, his mind was occupied trying to think of a name.

[You can simply use an alias. Nobody cares about real names in the Universe]

’Oh, wonderful’

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"Zydrax, this seems like a good place"

[It is]

On his way, Ezra beheld a spaceship for the first time.

From Ezra’s view, the spaceship looked like a painted flying worm with glass at the sides.

Sure enough, he had disturbed the hell of Zydrax to learn more about it.

With Zydrax’s advice, he tagged behind the spaceship, as it was far better than ignorantly flying around.

Doing this, Ezra comes into contact with more and more spaceships, each slightly different from the other.

Two hours later, he arrived at what looked like one of those hub bases Zydrax talked about.

Spaceships in the hundreds split in two lines, whilst more spaceships arrived from within what Ezra saw as a floating red hole with metal at the edges, and there were two more of such entrances.

Zydrax called it a star...gate? What a weird name.

In any case, this was where Ezra would begin his first steps into the galactic society.

With slow steps so as to attract attention, Ezra entered the line for those who weren’t in spaceships, remaining calm with a neutral expression as he observed those around him.

For one, there were so many races just in the line that Ezra was beginning to contemplate just how many existed in the universe.

Reaching the front of the line, he finds a lizard in uniform with a gold staff in hand.

A lizardman.

Rather than finding the situation funny, Ezra’s face stiffened at the presence he was letting off.

The lizardman was a rank one Transcendent!

’What the-

’Are they that common here?!’

Zydrax hyped it, but Ezra didn’t think he was still making an underestimation.

[You have no idea]

"Your business, sir?"

Hiding his shock, Ezra replied, with his face under the hood.

"I’ve come for work"

The lizardman looked at him from top to bottom.

’A mercenary’

It was a typical guess, and because Ezra had on to hide his energy and aura, the lizardman couldn’t feel anything from him.

Although... ’He’s tall’

As a lizardman, most humans were about his height, this one dwarfed him.

’Whatever’

"Okay, register here" the lizardman replied, bringing forth a device that would scan one’s communicator.

"I lost my communicator on the way here" Ezra recited as Zydrax told him to.

The lizardman’s eyes narrowed.

Those who said such, were either one of two.

They either truly lost it, or were criminals dodging the law, so he gestured to one of his subordinates.

"Odren, escort this guy and verify his identity, he lost his communicator"

Having understood the undertones, the subordinate gripped his weapon tighter.

"Stay in front of me" said Odren, as he escorted him out of the line quickly-others had begun to complain.

On his way to the station, Ezra kept looking around, he could see droves of people running about.

Just like Zydrax said, the whole planet was reminiscent of a market place, bubbling with activity.

In the station, Ezra arrived in a scanty office, with only one person seated.

"I need you to verify his identity" said Odren.

The person-a fat human if I might add-takes them to another room walled with silver, with a blue metal pillar in the middle.

At the top of his half pillar was plain glass, with a couple of buttons at the side.

"Place your hand here," said the person.

Moving close to it, the pillar grew in length to adjust to his height and here placed his palm on the slab of glass.

Immediately, the blue pillar glows, before projecting what looked like a prompt from the system onto the silver wall.

Images moved at high speed and after a minute, it read.

[Identity Unknown]

Seeing this, Odren nodded.

"It seems you truly lost your communicator"

"Yes"

Zydrax warned him to keep his answers short so no one would suspect anything.

Not to mention, he couldn’t understand what they were saying at all!

It was Zydrax that was interpreting it to him.

But they could understand him because they had automatic translators on.

Odren looked at the other person. "Warren, get him a communicator"

Warren nodded as Odren left to return to his post.

Getting back to the scanty office, Warren rummaged through a few boxes before tossing something to Ezra.

"Here you go"

Catching it, Ezra turned and left the station.

With his identity proven innocent, he was let in.

The registration wasn’t to check one’s identity. In the first place, not everyone would like to reveal their identities, more so in such public places.

All the checkpoint did was confirm whether one was a criminal or not, as a hub of commerce, they couldn’t discourage potential customers because of tedious security, so they maintained the minimal security level needed.

Now inside, the sight of the place dazzled him, good thing he was wearing a cloak.

Skyscrapers were aplenty, made in different colours and shapes, with smaller shops going as far as the eye could see.

So were the number of races garbed all kinds of attire as everyone walked along their merry way, talking in all kinds of weird sounds.

It was truly a new world.

Zydrax interrupted his joyful session.

[You don’t have time to be looking around like this. The first you need to do is open a personal account on your communicator, so find a safe spot]

Entering one of many corners, he took out the communicator.

He looked at it curiously.

Half the size of an ingot, but with a flat glass face and round back, the blue colouration on top of that made it look like it might just turn into a beetle and fly away.

"Register" said Ezra, placing his thumb on the screen as per Zydrax’s instructions.

It lit on, projecting a light that scanned his whole body before receding.

[Data compiled]

[Input Name]

’Name...’ Ezra thought before realizing something.

’It’s written in Oranian!’

[Don’t be surprised. The communicator’s database holds hundreds of thousands of languages that exist in the Universe, it’s one of the crucial inventions that made the existence of the galactic society possible]

[On the other hand, it means you’re not the first Oranian to have ventured into the Universe]

"Well, that’s not necessarily a bad thing" he remarked. "Now, a name..."

He’d been thinking of an alias all the way here, yet unfortunately, he hadn’t been able to decide.

Something cool but not loud, so monikers like Sovereign, King, and Emperor were out of question.

In the end, Ezra realized he wasn’t very talented at naming, so he decided to continue using the moniker from his home planet.

"Silver Star"

[Name Inputted]

[Galactic Profile Created]

[You are now an official member of the galactic society-make sure to not cause trouble!]

Ezra was glad, but what was this remark???

Annoyed, Ezra swiped it away.

[Now, you need to find a library. I’ll guide you, you are way too ignorant right now] Zydrax said.

Unfortunately, whilst the communicator could give Ezra a good outline of the galactic society, the process would be too stressful as the information was scattered, and Zydrax would have to explain many things.

Instead, it was better to just have Ezra read books with both specific and broad outlooks to make him understand him better.

This way, not only would Zydrax rarely have to explain, Ezra would comprehend on his own and gain better understanding.

"How do I find one?"

[Just ask the communicator]

"Where is the nearest library?"

Projecting a 3D image of a map, a blue spot and a red spot was indicated.

[The blue spot is you whilst the red spot is the library. Start moving]

This was also indicated at the bottom corner, but Zydrax would rather cut out unnecessary processes.

Nodding, Ezra walked to the library with quick feet.

Getting there, the librarian asked for entry fees to which Ezra replied that he had no money.

Eventually, Ezra gave her a gold coin, to which she happily accepted.

After just one day, Ezra had to admit.

The galactic society was truly a whole new world entirely.