The vacuum of space near Earth's orbit was no longer silent.

It was filled with the hum of high-tech engines and the heavy, suffocating pressure of ancient power.

On one side, the golden, majestic fleet of the Aetherion Primordial Empire stood like a fortress of light.

On the other, the sleek, silver-gray vessels of the Chaos Temple hovered like silent predators.

In the center of this cosmic standoff stood Noah, a young man who looked like an ordinary human, backed by a million warriors whose eyes burned with a loyalty that could melt stars.

"Your Majesty, we have entered the solar system of Earth," a bridge officer reported inside the Emperor's golden flagship.

He looked at the monitors, his brow furrowing.

"But... there is no aura of the demon Beelzebub here. The readings show nothing but the residual energy of a massive battle."

Emperor Victor, stood at the center of the command deck, his body radiating a soft, constant golden light.

This wasn't a technique he had to activate; it was the physical manifestation of the Power of Faith. Billions of citizens across the Primordial Empire believed in him, and that belief shielded him with an aura that could absorb attacks even from a half-step Transcended being.

The Emperor scanned the void with his own divine sense.

He found nothing of the demon.

"Enter the planet's atmosphere," he ordered calmly.

"If the demon is gone, we will find that primitive who sent the distress signal—Arthur's friend—and demand an explanation."

He glanced toward a heavy, reinforced door at the back of the private chamber.

Behind it sat the Ancestor, a top-rank Immortal King whose very presence kept the ship's gravity stable.

On the opposite side of the solar system, the Chaos Temple's void-fleets moved with ghostly grace.

"Grand Sage, we have almost arrived near the coordinates where Vartha's signal disappeared," a High Priest reported, bowing low. He was a powerful cultivator in his own right, acting as the captain of the lead ship.

"Our sensors are not detecting any demonic presence. However, the royal fleets of the Aetherion Primordial Empire are in a solar system not far from here."

Inside the meditation hall, seven figures sat in a circular formation.

In the center was the Grand Sage, an old man dressed in shimmering golden robes. His eyes seemed to hold the wisdom of eons.

"Oh? The Empire is here too?"

The Grand Sage smiled thinly.

"What are they doing in such a backwater system? No matter. I can see the trail of destruction etched into the fabric of space here. Let us go and meet our friends."

"As you wish, sire," the priest replied.

The silver ships accelerated, tearing through space toward Earth.

Back on the "front lines," Rudi stood beside Noah, his eyes fixed on the approaching golden ships.

"Who are these friends of yours, Boss?" Rudi asked, his hand resting on the hilt of his blade.

"They seem really powerful. That golden light... it's annoying."

"They are from the Aetherion Primordial Empire," Noah replied, his voice steady.

"I'll explain the details later."

As the Chaos Temple ships arrived nearby, Noah's eyes shifted.

He didn't just look at them; he activated his Primordial Eye.

In an instant, the universe changed.

The stars faded, and the "lines" of reality became visible.

Noah saw the seven beings from the Temple, but his gaze focused on the 12 figures following them too.

His heart chilled.

"There are nineteen of those creatures total, Noah thought.

What are they? The laws of the universe seem to be repulsed by them. It's as if the world itself doesn't want to touch them."

"We will know soon enough," Noah muttered, deactivating his eye.

The Aetherion ships descended first, stopping exactly one hundred meters above the scorched ground where Noah stood.

A hatch opened, and Arthur stepped out, his face pale with worry. He saw Noah standing safely and let out a sigh of relief, but then he saw the million-man army and froze.

"Hello, Noah," Arthur called out, his voice shaking.

"What is going on? Where is the demon? We came as fast as we could!"

Before Noah could respond, a woman stepped out from behind Arthur.

She was dressed in ornate, royal silks, and her aura was that of a World Realm being. However, her energy was erratic, a clear sign she had forced her breakthrough recently through pills or artifacts.

She looked at Noah, then at the soldiers, her lip curling in disgust.

"Arthur, why are you speaking to this... primitive so gently? He is not worthy of standing on equal ground with you. He should be bowing in the dirt."

She turned her cold gaze toward Noah.

"Kneel, peasant. Acknowledge your betters."

Arthur's face went red with anger.

"Shut up! It is none of your business whom I make friends with. Stay out of my life!"

The woman didn't flinch.

She laughed, a shrill, arrogant sound.

"Well, we are fiances, so of course your business is mine. And I will decide what is good and bad for you. Now, I have decided that this man is a speck of dust not worthy of your breath."

Noah watched this drama with a faint, amused smile.

He realized this woman must be high-ranking royalty if she felt comfortable speaking to Arthur this way.

"Hey, Arthur," Noah started, ignoring the woman.

"About the demon... You see, it's alread—"

"SHUT UP!" the woman screamed, her face contorting.

"How dare you talk without permission! Do you want to die?"

The atmosphere instantly turned sub-zero.

Fiona, one of Noah's twelve generals, had been standing silently behind him. To her, Noah was more than a King; he was a God who had saved them all.

Her mind went blank with rage the moment that girl shouted.

Fwip.

In a blur that no one from the Empire could track, Fiona appeared in front of the princess.

SLAP!

The sound was like a thunderclap.

The woman didn't just fall; she flew like a ragdoll, spinning through the air before slamming into the ground, creating a crater three feet deep. She was unconscious before she hit the dirt.

Fiona stood there, her eyes cold and murderous.

"Bitch. How dare you shout in the presence of His Majesty. If you were not a guest, I would have skinned you alive right here."

Noah rubbed his temples.

"Fiona... she was a princess."

"She was a loud-mouthed insect, sire," Fiona replied, not moving an inch.

Arthur felt his throat go dry.

He looked at the crater, then at the golden ships.

He knew what was coming.

The Emperor, his father, and the Ancestor were all watching.

Arthur immediately fell to his knees, looking at Noah and Fiona.

"Your Majesty... please. My friend doesn't know her identity. Please forgive them. Don't start a war over this!"

The central ship's doors slid open.

Emperor Valerius floated down, his golden aura casting long shadows.

He ignored Arthur and looked at the girl in the crater.

With a wave of his hand, a surge of healing faith energy washed over her, bringing her back to consciousness.

"Father! Kill them!" the princess screamed the moment she woke up.

"Destroy this planet! They dared to touch me!"

The Emperor looked at Arthur with eyes full of cold disappointment.

"I am disappointed in you, Arthur. She is your fiancee. Someone slapped her in front of your eyes, and instead of killing them, you are on your knees begging for their mercy?"

He turned his gaze toward Noah.

A supreme pressure, the weight of a billion souls, fell upon Arthur like a falling mountain.

Crunch.

Arthur puked blood, his bones groaning under the weight of his own father's aura.

Noah's expression went flat.

He snapped his fingers.

Snap.

The pressure vanished instantly, neutralized by a ripple of the Law of Destruction.

The Emperor's eyes narrowed.

"Interesting. You are strong for a primitive. But you should know: every debt has its debtor, every injustice has a perpetrator."

Behind the Emperor, the high-ranking officials and generals of the Empire began to file out of the ships.

They looked at Noah and his million soldiers with disdain, as if they were looking at ants that had learned how to stand on their hind legs.

Alexander, Arthur's grandfather, looked at his grandson with a shake of his head.

Noah stepped forward, ready to end the posturing.

But before he could speak, one of the soldiers from his own army—a man who had survived a hundred planetary wars—spoke up with pure disdain.

"Who is this motherfucker, trying to be so pathetic in front of His Majesty?"

Noah's mouth twitched.

He wanted to laugh, but he kept his face neutral.

The soldiers of the Earth Empire (the name they had taken in the Realm of Infinity) were fiercely proud. They had been the supreme power for so long that they had forgotten how to be afraid of "Emperors." They had picked up Noah's own habit of not giving a damn about titles.

The Emperor's golden aura flared.

"You... you would let your dogs bark at a God?"

"He's not a dog," Noah said, his voice cold.

"He's a soldier. And he's right. You're making a lot of noise for someone who showed up after the work was done."

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