"Now that's just extravagant," Enzo mused as he stepped into the open compound. The minister's home spread out before him like a living gallery, high tech art woven seamlessly with controlled natural phenomena. Floating structures hummed softly in the air, light bending around glass and metal while vines of engineered greenery curled along polished stone.

It was beautifully designed, crafted to impress at every angle. For a slum rat like Enzo, though, it felt overwhelming. There was too much order here, too much perfection, as if even the air had been trained to behave.

"Haha, the minister likes the greater things in life. High tech art is his passion," the boss laughed. He grabbed a floating cube box, spinning it with a flick of his fingers until it slowed and settled back into place, obedient as a pet.

"By the way, the minister also likes a good duel. If he proposes one, please reject," he added. The smile on his face did not quite reach his eyes. "He's known to take things a bit too far." With that, he reached the towering door of the household and knocked.

Moments later, a butler opened the door and ushered them inside. They were led through pristine corridors into a quiet meeting room, the walls alive with faint, shifting patterns. Without a word, the butler vanished, leaving behind a silence that felt deliberate.

A few minutes passed before a hidden door slid open. A man with sharp sideburns and a golden pocket watch stepped through, his presence filling the room as he spoke with loud, theatrical praise.

"Ahh, the students of the Creation God. White and Black. Haha," the minister laughed as he approached, eyes gleaming with interest.

At first glance, his Avatar was unmistakable. An elf. Cold pale skin, tall tapered ears, and a face that balanced cheer with something sharper beneath. His smile was warm, yet his eyes watched everything, missing nothing.

"Minister Fin, thanks for having us," Master White and Black said together as they stood and bowed. Polite smiles rested on their faces, carefully measured as they met the minister's gaze.

Minister Fin was no ordinary aristocrat. His influence ran deep, rooted in the art of fighting beasts and turning that danger into spectacle and profit. A seasoned hunter of monsters, respected and feared in equal measure.

It was here, through blood and battle, that he and Inkous had first crossed paths. And it was here that their unlikely friendship had begun.

""It's not like I had a choice. Inkous was just too rich." Minister Fin smiled as he settled into the main chair, posture relaxed, gaze drifting lazily over everyone in the room.

Two Tyrants. Four Exalted Weavers. And several ordinary figures who looked painfully aware of where they stood. The weight of his presence pressed down on them, subtle but undeniable.

"Is this all he sent?" Minister Fin asked suddenly, one brow lifting as his eyes sharpened.

Only a handful truly understood what Inkous intended to do with that much land. Fewer still knew the plan unfolded in layers. For this particular stage, the manpower did seem lacking.

"Not all. We will arrive in stages, but for now, this is it," Black replied. His tone was calm, far steadier than usual.

After all, he was speaking to a god.

"Hm. That makes sense." The minister nodded, reaching for a bottle of wine. He poured himself a glass with unhurried precision, then slid a stack of documents onto the table.

The institute branch in this region was to become a school. One designed to recruit talent from the super world and funnel it back into strengthening Galafray.

Super worlds held deeper reserves of extreme potential. Their star grading system was more intricate, more ruthless, far beyond what existed outside. Those discovered here could multiply the institute's fighting force several times over.

"Who's the signee?" Minister Fin asked, tapping the papers. At the top corner, the title stood out clearly.

Baron of Snow Gravity Forest.

"That would be me." White stepped forward. Of the two brothers, he had always been the responsible one. For now, the role of temporary regent rested on his shoulders.

The signing did not take long. Ink dried, seals were placed, and with that, Grand Regent Inkous was formally granted honorary status within the institute.

The room felt different afterward. As if something irreversible had quietly taken root.

""Anyway, who wants to duel? I just got this new environment and wish to break it in," the minister said, a wide grin stretching across his face as his eyes swept the room.

Minister Fin was a thrill seeker at heart. He loved weaving across countless planets, throwing himself into battles shaped by unfamiliar skies and hostile terrain. What most aristocrats of humanity treated as life or death, he treated as sport, a way to feel alive.

"We still have a lot to do. Maybe some other time? I'm sure by then…" White began, choosing his words carefully as he tried to steer things away.

However.

"Nonsense. We are all Weavers here. Which of us hasn't been thrown into the heat of battle without warning?" the minister interrupted, laughing lightly. "Not to mention, it's good practice for the younger generation."

He had long grown used to rejection. This hobby of his had thickened his skin, leaving him unfazed by polite refusals or cautious excuses.

"Let's go planet diving," the minister said, already standing as he turned and walked away.

The moment those words left his mouth, the atmosphere shifted. Tension rippled through the room. Chairs scraped softly as everyone hurried to their feet, instinctively moving to follow.

Everyone except Enzo.

He lingered for a moment, watching the sudden urgency with mild confusion, before shaking it off and trailing after them.

Minutes later, they arrived at a weavepod docking area. Two opposing weavepods stood anchored in place, their surfaces etched with glowing runes and layered mechanisms that hummed with restrained power.

"Who's going with me?" the minister asked cheerfully. "We'll limit it to Exalted rank, so anyone can join in."

Planet diving.

An extreme sport favored by the upper echelons of human society. Participants selected a random dangerous region in the universe and weaved there without preparation. Once they arrived, the pods shut down, forcing them to survive while searching for new pods scattered across the terrain.

It was a system heavily regulated and maintained by the elites, designed to minimize failure. Even so, it could not erase the fact that people had died doing this.

"I'll go."

The first person to step forward was none other than….Master Black.

Like the minister, Black was also a planet diving enthusiast. He was not reckless about it, nor did he chase danger for the thrill alone. To him, it was training. A way to sharpen instincts where mistakes carried weight.

"Ahh, Black. The Smith of the Moon Furnace," the minister said with a pleased smile, watching as the man in the black jacket calmly removed the chains wrapped around his arms. "Inkous has quite a lot to say about you."

Black and White had first been students of Master Seth. Only later were they taken in by the old man of the Snowfall family, a branch of their clan, and after that by Inkous himself. Their path had been anything but simple.

They had crossed hands many times, clashed ideals, tested limits. Yet one thing had never wavered. Their talent. Both brothers were considered thrivers that appeared only once every several generations.

"I'm sure the old man does," Black replied, smiling faintly. There was respect in his tone, measured and restrained.

The brothers shared a strange relationship with most people around them. Connections were rarely emotional. They were weighed, measured, and maintained based on mutual benefit. Few ever got closer than that.

"Alright then. Destination is outer space, around the Yunjo Dust Cluster," the minister announced, barely containing his excitement. "Grab your gas masks. Let's get rolling."

With a press of a button, the two weavepods opened. The minister did not hesitate, leaping straight inside as if afraid the moment might pass.

Seconds later, the room flooded with light. Dozens of screens activated at once. Far away, on a distant asteroid, sensors flared to life as cameras locked onto the pods from every angle.

"Let's go."

[Initiating interplanetary weave]

The air across the control room screens trembled as the two figures burst out of their weavepods, space itself warping briefly around them before snapping back into place.

They did not pause to take in their surroundings. In the very next second, a violent explosion tore through the weavepods they had arrived in, fire and debris blooming outward before being swallowed by the endless dark.

Both men turned at the same time, meeting each other's gaze from their separate starting points. Their eyes were sharp, laser focused. Without a word, their comms came alive, locking onto distant signals as faint lights flickered within the swirling clouds of galactic dust.

New weavepods. Scattered. Waiting.

That was the goal.

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