Sector 99 — Youth District — Nehari Planet — Northern Hemisphere

Silence... a silence so deep it pressed against the soul.

The colossal shipyard—an industrial titan sprawling across a significant portion of the planet's surface—lay in absolute stillness. Normally, it was a place of endless noise: engines roaring, machines clanking, welding sparks crackling like lightning, workers shouting commands, alarms sounding, and transport ships flying in and out like migrating steel birds.

But now?

Nothing.

No echo of metal.

No vibration of machinery.

No rumble of reactors.

Even the faint hum of life seemed muted—breaths held, hearts paused, anticipation frozen in the air.

An hour earlier, every worker had abandoned their stations. Engineers, pilots, builders, formation scribes, energetic seal technicians—thousands upon thousands—had gathered, forming a massive sea of uniforms and expectant faces.

All eyes, without exception, were locked on one single figure…

Her Highness, Zara.

Three years ago, she had stood on this very ground and announced what many believed to be an arrogant fantasy—no, a blatant impossibility.

She declared that she would assist the shipyard in constructing ten fully operational fleets within just three years.

The announcement spread like wildfire across systems and networks. Experts ridiculed it. Strategists labeled it madness. Veterans laughed, saying even the combined effort of ten planets could not meet such a deadline.

Three years… was barely enough to complete one and a half fleets under ideal conditions.

So how—how could they reach ten?

Were they supposed to believe she would create the remaining eight and a half fleets herself?

Over five thousand warships, ranging from scout-class ships to colossal motherships?

Alone?

It was absurd. Nonsensical. Beyond reason.

And yet…

Now, after three long years, the truth had finally revealed itself.

Her Highness Zara had not helped the shipyard reach ten fleets.

She did not HELP them build the ten fleets.

No—

She had done it entirely on her own.

Because today… she was completing the final vessel—fleet Mother Ship, Copy Number Ten.

And once finished, the record would be undeniable:

Zara had created all ten fleets, with her own hands, alone.

CRAAAAAAAAACK

A thunderous sound tore through the silent shipyard.

"Something's happening! It's starting!" voices exploded among the workers as they pointed.

Two monumental stone cubes stood at the center of the docks—each nearly 500 meters long and 200 meters tall.

One had sealed A Note of supremacy II mothership days ago. The second had been empty—until now.

But everyone watching understood…

It was empty no longer.

Crack… crack… crack…

The stone surface began to fissure, glowing lines stretching like veins of molten silver. Slowly—deliberately—the structure peeled back, each slab sliding away in elegant geometric motion.

It was as if the structure enjoyed prolonging the suspense—teasing the hearts and minds of the thousands watching.

Then—after what felt like an eternity—the stone vanished entirely, dissolving into light particles that faded into the air.

And there it was:

Two identical Mother Ships —Note of supremacy— perfect, majestic, awe-inspiring.

A breathless moment passed.

Then the world erupted.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH—!!!"

The roar that followed seemed strong enough to shake reality itself. Workers on platforms, hovering decks, walkways, and open ground shouted with disbelief, exhilaration, and raw admiration.

She had done it.

Her Highness Zara had completed the ten fleets—one full day before the deadline.

But… not everyone was celebrating.

Thud.

Zara collapsed—knees striking the ground—a sharp cough escaping her just as a thin stream of blood traced her lips.

"Your Highness!!"

Adrian reacted instantly—his body a streak of motion—swoosh—appearing beside her within a heartbeat. He reached out to support her, but paused at the last second, withdrawing his hands in respect and caution.

"MEDICS! WHERE ARE THE MEDICS?! MOVE!"

Baf!

Three medical ladies in green-and-white uniforms materialized, their expressions sharp and focused. They gently supported Zara, helping her sit on a cushioned reinforced medical seat designed for post-energy-collapse stabilization.

One medic began channeling raw energy through her palms into Zara's body—steady, controlled, precise.

Another traced glowing runes through the air, activating layers of healing formations, and soul stabilizers.

"…"

Adrian stood a respectful distance away—his expression a painful mix of fear, admiration, and helplessness.

This was not the first time he had seen her like this.

Every time she created a Mother Ship, her body collapsed.

Every time she replicated a support vessel, she needed six full hours of rest before she could continue.

For three relentless years—she had never left this exact area.

Not even once.

Her persistence bordered on inhuman—unyielding, unbreakable, unending.

But the results…

The results were miraculous.

Adrian looked toward the Nauta-Ula ships—eyes wide with awe.

The first copy she made took 14 days.

But this one—the tenth—was finished in just six days.

Even the Note of Flood combat units—once taking five hours to create—now required only two.

He looked back at Zara—fear creeping into his admiration.

She had proven one undeniable fact:

She alone surpassed the industrial output of a shipyard the size of the Flame Continent on Planet Jura.

A shipyard where tens of thousands labored relentlessly day and night…

A metal metropolis fueled by sweat, precision, discipline, and the dreams of an empire.

For years, Adrian believed Zara was the only one among His Majesty's children who retained some resemblance to normalcy—some trace of restraint or human limitation.

But standing here, witnessing the impossible unfold before his eyes, he realized:

None of His Majesty's children were ordinary.

Not even close.

"Heh~…"

Adrian exhaled with a helpless, breathy chuckle—one not born of amusement, but from the overwhelming absurdity of reality.

He stepped closer to Zara, keeping his posture respectful and controlled.

"Your Highness… do you have any further orders?"

For a moment, she didn't respond.

Silence wrapped around her like a heavy cloak.

Then—slowly—Zara opened her eyes.

Her gaze drifted upward toward the sky, as if searching for something far beyond the clouds… beyond the world… perhaps beyond existence itself.

Finally, her voice—soft, strained, yet steady—cut through the stillness:

"We requested Caesar to assign a commander to accompany the fleet. Has the envoy arrived?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Adrian bowed his head slightly.

"A General has arrived and assembled a provisional planetary army. All forces are prepped and awaiting departure orders."

"…Good."

Zara closed her eyes again, as though every word cost her strength that her body was no longer willing to give.

"Fuel all ten fleets.

Prepare logistics.

Transfer control to The General immediately.

They must depart without delay."

"As you command."

Adrian turned away, his voice shifting into sharp authority as he relayed instructions to nearby officers.

Men and women sprinted with renewed intensity, shouting confirmations, activating control panels, and igniting strategic protocols as the shipyard awakened from its temporary silence.

Only after the orders were fully disseminated did Adrian return to her side.

"Your Highness," he began gently, "do you have additional directives?

Or… shall we escort you now to the Guest Palace so you may rest properly?"

"Rest?"

The single word left Zara's lips with a tone impossible to decipher—half disbelief, half something akin to distant amusement.

She forced herself to sit upright.

Even the movement seemed painful.

The exhaustion etched into her features was unmistakable—like a warrior who had fought battles that no one else could see. Her frame had grown thinner, her cheekbones sharper, her skin paler.

Yet—

Her eyes remained unchanged.

Sharp. Focused. Unyielding.

Eyes that belonged not to a weary woman—but to a sovereign with a purpose.

Five centuries ago, her adoptive father entrusted her with three sacred powers:

The Law of Shaping.

The Law of Destruction.

The Law of Death.

Each one alone could define an era.

Together—they pointed toward something far greater.

A path to the Master Law of Creation.

He told her:

"First, attempt the simplest fusion—combine Shaping and Life.

If you succeed, continue onward."

And she did.

Through unfathomable perseverance and countless cycles of painful refinement, she altered the foundation of the Law itself—reshaping it into:

The Living Shaping Law.

For centuries, she nurtured its growth with quiet discipline.

She never used it for convenience, never experimented recklessly—she treated it only as a stepping stone toward the greater path.

But everything changed the day she read a report from Theo—about a strange cosmic artifact known as:

The Jar of Greed.

A jar where placing one object caused two to emerge.

Simple. Ridiculous. Impossible.

Yet undeniably real.

She never uncovered its mechanism.

She never deciphered the law behind it.

But one truth was undeniable:

If that artifact could multiply matter…

Then the Living Shaping Law could do far more.

So she tried.

And the universe answered.

Ten Note Fleets in three years—something no star system, no empire, no civilization had ever accomplished.

But deep down, she understood a truth others refused to acknowledge:

She could not bear this burden alone forever.

A faint smile—fragile yet resolute—touched her lips.

"Announce a full mobilization across all Sky Opening city branches. I want every array specialist, ink technician, rune artisan, and rune master assembled at the central headquarters."

Her voice hardened—becoming command, decree, fate.

"They have three days. Not one hour more."

Adrian's breath caught.

Three days?

Zara lifted her gaze once more—toward the distant sun hovering at the edge of the horizon.

Her voice grew soft.

Not weak—just tired.

"…If I succeed in implementing this array design… then finally—finally—my contributions may begin to approach those of my brothers."

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