Tython
The gate mirror shimmered and dispersed behind them, leaving a hum of residual power in the air.
And before them—Tython unveiled.
Vast mountain ranges cut the skyline like obsidian blades, jagged and proud. The valleys between them were cloaked in dense white fog, while golden grasslands rolled endlessly toward the horizon. Forests dotted the landscape—twisting trees with glowing veins, flora that pulsed with unseen rhythms, and creatures that shimmered faintly with the Force itself, as though the world breathed in symphony with the galaxy.
It was alive.
Morgan stepped forward, eyes wide. Her heels clicked softly against the marble-like floor of the platform, her voice low with wonder.
"…It's beautiful," she whispered. "If Avalon exists as Merlin claims… this might be its twin."
Ophelia, mouth agape, took an eager step toward the edge of the dome, one foot nearly touching the raw soil of Tython—
But a hand snapped out and caught her wrist.
Daybit. Expression unreadable, he held her in place and said quietly, "Don't step outside yet."
The wind shifted.Then—
Jin-Woo's voice followed, cold and precise. "One wrong move… and a Force storm drops on our heads. All right?"
Ophelia blinked. "…Seriously?"
Jin-Woo gave a tiny nod. "Seriously."
Jin-Woo's voice cut through the charged silence.
"Offensive Bias. Reinforce the dome. Use the strongest sentinels you've got."
A hum flickered through the air.
Offensive Bias responded in his usual cold, mechanical tone through Jin-Woo's thoughts.
"Affirmative. Deploying Slipspace Super Sentinel—now."
A swirl of pale blue formed around the outer edge of the gate dome. Seconds later, five moderate-sized Super Sentinels emerged from their personal rift-gates—sleek Forerunner constructs, each crackling with kinetic shielding and bristling with energy focus nodes. They hovered into place around the perimeter, projecting hexagonal reinforcement fields that locked together in layered formation.
The air grew still.
From behind him, Kirschtaria stepped forward, his hand raised as constellations shimmered in his palm—his magecraft weaving with the Force itself in ways unnatural to this galaxy.
He gave a glance toward Jin-Woo and said with a light grin, "So… this is the first time you're going to raise midichlorians by your own presence, huh?"
Jin-Woo didn't turn. His gaze was fixed on the land beyond.
"…Second time ," he answered, stepping slowly toward the edge. "But this time… it's on the scale of a planet."
And then he stepped outside.
Everything changed.
The wind died. Instantly.
Not a breeze. Not a whisper. Just silence.
Birds dropped from trees. Force-sensitive creatures collapsed, spasming, overwhelmed.
The world—Tython itself—hesitated.
As if unsure what had just touched it.
As if a neural system received input it had no means to interpret.
The grass shriveled and regrew simultaneously.
Cracks webbed across the terrain, faint and glowing—like veins of fractured reality splitting open across the fields and mountains.
Twin moons overhead shifted—their paths eclipsing for a moment with no orbital cause, then retreating to different positions entirely.
Light and shadow across the valleys twisted, spiraling toward the center of the planet like it was trying to fold in on itself—dark and bright zones merging in chaos as the laws of balance fought to reassert control.
Jin-Woo stood still. His black coat fluttered once, then settled.
The shadows around his feet spread like ink across the ground.
His voice was steady. "I can feel it. …The Force is trying to banish me."
The earth groaned. The skies screamed.
Around Jin-Woo, the very planet of Tython convulsed.
Mountains in the far distance erupted—volcanic fire bursting skyward being torn open. A colossal quake rolled through the land, splitting the terrain into deep ravines. The forests behind the Lostbelt dome were shredded by invisible pressure—leaves disintegrating midair, trees snapping like brittle twigs.
Above, Force Storms spiraled wide in the heavens—like blue-white hurricanes of divine judgment, each one crackling with the fury of thousands of years of accumulated spiritual will. Lightning struck in every direction, but never randomly—they all aimed at one point.
At Jin-Woo.
Skadi flinched, eyes wide with genuine fear.
"…Is Jin-Woo going to be okay? It's like—the planet itself is trying to kill him!"
Daybit remained still. His expression unreadable, but his voice calm.
"If he dies, we all die. The Force is acting like an immune system… and Jin-Woo is a foreign cell. Far worse than Alaya. But he'll survive."
He turned slightly.
"After all, when Abeloth became a problem, he crushed her by colliding her with the Flood."
Pepe's eye twitched. He adjusted his collar, muttering,
"Dear Daybit… must you say horrifying facts so casually?"
And then it happened.
Tython struck. An impossible concentration of pressure built around Jin-Woo—the planet forming a dome of gravity, like an atmospheric guillotine. From above, a blinding spear of Force lightning surged down. From below, the earth itself erupted in a geyser of molten crust. Air collapsed inward, forming a singularity of kinetic pressure, like the hand of the planet itself was trying to crush him like an insect.
BOOOOOOOOOM.
The explosion shook the landscape. Mountains cracked. Valleys trembled. The dome protecting the Crypters flickered as even Offensive Bias's Super Sentinels strained to maintain control.
Dust blanketed the sky. Light vanished.
And then… from the epicenter…A figure walked forward. Unbothered.
Jin-Woo. A thin cut trailed down his cheek, a single drop of blood gleaming against his pale skin.
He wiped it with the back of his glove and exhaled slowly.
"…That was a mistake, Tython. You just tried to kill me rather than banishing me ."
The shadows at his feet quivered. His mana flared—not violently, but deliberately. "That means the restrictions I put on myself…"
A pulse of black light rippled outward, dispersing the storm above. "…are now Temporrary broken."
The sky darkened. Not from storm. But from his world.
Above, World of Eternal Slumber unfolded—like a cocoon of death and dark starlight, coiling in the atmosphere like a sleeping god preparing to awaken. A veil of black mist shrouded the horizon, casting all of Tython in a twilight untouched by time.
Jin-Woo's boots crunched lightly against the ground.
His voice broke through the air with unshakable finality.
"I'll tell you your first mistake, Tython."
"You focused everything on killing me rather than banishing me. All your power. And will. You forged a Force barrier meant to crush me like I didn't belong here…"
"And that allowed me to release my true power. With no need to anchor myself in this galaxy, even temporarily… that's more than enough."
A crack echoed through the air as invisible bindings shattered—the internal seals Jin-Woo had placed on himself, now gone.
Tython shuddered.
"And your second mistake?"
He looked straight up—into the swirling sky where Force and Fate twisted in defiance.
"I've already died. Multiple times."
Shadows expanded in a perfect ring around him, unfurling like a blooming obsidian flower. The sky warped. The earth creaked. Mana surged so violently the ground split at his feet.
"If you want to kill me...then make sure it's existence erasure."
BOOOOOOOM. The shadows ruptured. And from them came ten million souls.
Ten million Shadow Soldiers, emerging like a wave of armored death—each step they took crushed stone, each presence they emitted overwhelmed the senses. Bellion, Igris, Beru, Iron, Tusk—every commander Jin-Woo had ever raised stood at the front, armor gleaming with monarch's wrath, eyes burning with loyalty and hunger.
Tython screamed in the Force. And Jin-Woo stepped forward. His body now encased in pure monarch shadow—his true form ignited.
A black, ethereal crown hovered above his head. Wings of dusk spread from his back—veins of cold fire running through them like bleeding constellations.
And in his right hand— —a blade of light and judgment.
Ahura Mazda's sword.
A divine weapon once forged by the Supreme Being of Order. A blade from his past life—from before he was Jin-Woo. A time when he was called:
Magsarion. The Genocider of the First Throne Era.
The blade roared as it awakened in his grip, its core vibrating with radiant death. Dark flame coiled along its length, yet its edge shone pure and cruel .
Jin-Woo looked up. The world answered with silence.
Then— SSSSHHHHHHKRRRRRRRRM.
A ripple—like the death of time—spread outward from Jin-Woo's body.
He raised his hand, and the shadows thickened. Then his killing intent surged beyond the edge of mortality.
"I can feel it," he whispered. "My older brother's heartbeat…"
A black distortion—neither shadow nor flame—spiraled into existence around him. Reality bent. Laws of physics broke in half. The universe itself screamed but made no sound.
This was his original power. Incomplete. Unstable. But enough.
His Immutability—a warped echo of what should never exist in this galaxy—rippled outward like a black pulse of certainty .
Then Jin-Woo stepped forward, raising Ahura Mazda's sword—the divine weapon once wielded in the genocide of thrones—and he struck. Reality split.
Then— Everything stopped.
The light dimmed across the horizon.
Tython—the planet once revered as the origin point of the Jedi, sacred nexus of light and dark—simply ceased to be.
There was no explosion. Only… death .
Entire mountain ranges faded into white ash. Forests flickered out like they'd never existed. The great valleys and crystal rivers, the sacred stone spires, the Force-sensitive fauna—all gone. Erased.
What remained… was the outline of a dead world. A husk. A sphere with no concept of "living." No connection to the Force. No cycle. No breath.
Tython had been conceptually killed.
Killed by the idea of End itself.
And at the center of it all, Jin-Woo lowered his hand.
Igris stepped forward, silent as ever, his crimson armor glinting in the voidlight.
"…Must the liege kill the planet itself?" he asked, voice neutral—only faintly curious.
Jin-Woo didn't look at him.
"If I didn't," he replied, "then the planet was just a shitty third-rate power, bloated with rules. Too many rules. Too many voices telling me how to breathe."
Jin-Woo stood amidst the aftermath, a black silhouette crowned in dusk and judgment.
His voice—calm, low, absolute.
"Arise."
And the dead world obeyed.
The ground trembled. But not with life—with allegiance.
Where once lay the lifeless corpse of a sacred planet… now stirred Shadow Tython.
The stone spires that once held Jedi meditations rose again—but now as jagged monuments of blackened obsidian, casting no light, only weight. Forests once teeming with Force-sensitive creatures reformed, but the creatures were no longer born of the Force—they were born of obedience. Cloaked in flickering dusk, shaped by Jin-Woo's will, they were his now.
Mountains twisted—shifting into throne-like ridges of jagged black and silver. Rivers ran again—not with water, but with smooth shadow flowing like mercury. The skies dimmed into eternal twilight, lit not by stars, but by ghostly moons that pulsed in rhythm with the Shadow Monarch's heartbeat.
Even the wind sounded different—like breath exhaled from an ancient god.
The entire planet bent the knee.
Tython was no longer a Force nexus.
It was a domain. A realm where only his laws applied. A world whose memory had been erased, overwritten, and claimed.
And then—the sound. The deep, cold whisper of the System.
[Shadow Extraction of Planet: Successful]
[Shadow Tython: First Planet]
[Status: Bound to the Shadow Monarch]
Jin-Woo stared at the second notification—etched in gold and crimson as it burned itself into the air before him.
[Notification: Event Quest Completed – "Choosing Insane Potion"]
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Quest Title: The Yinchorri Uprising (33 BBY)
Type: Event Quest – Third Anchor Selection
Description:
The galaxy spirals. The uprising of the Yinchorri offers a unique rift of opportunity—one that can forge a new Anchor. But beware: the outcome is absolute. Choose your path with intention, for it will shape the future of your realm and all anchors to come.
Available Choices:
Choice 1 – Difficulty: Easy
• Objective: Intervene in the Yinchorri Uprising on Coruscant and stabilize the political chaos.
• Effect: The Gateway to Korriban shall be opened and make your third anchor there.
• Reward:
– Coordinate of Korriban imprinted on your mind
– 20,000 Sith High Grade Voucher x1
– Zakuul Planet Coordinate Imprinted On Your Mind
Choice 2 – Difficulty: Insane
• Objective: Find a method to transport yourself to Tython, the birthplace of Jedi balance. Overcome all barriers, claim it as your Third Anchor.
• Effect: Tython becomes the Third Anchor.
• Reward:
– Midichlorian Manipulation: Unlocked
– 100,000 Midichlorians added to system cache
' – Force Storm( Tython ) : Unlocked
' – Force Sith earthquake and Volcano : Unlocked
Penalty for Inaction: (nulled)
– Abeloth's Planet would've breached dimensional barriers
– It would've manifested above Coruscant's atmosphere
– Level 43.5 structure would've destabilized
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[Hidden Objective – Success]
You converted Tython into a personal Shadow World Anchor—ensuring no force in the galaxy can banish you.
You provoked and manipulated The Flood and Abeloth into neutralizing each other.
Bonus Rewards:
• Tython's Force-Rich Environment is now bound to Jin-Woo's Shadow Domain
• Planetary Resurrection Skill – ARISE: World Edition
→ Revive and reconstruct entire worlds into Shadow Realms under your dominion.
• Shadow Monarch Stat Sheet – Unlocked Early
→ You now have access to your full stat grid outside your native world.
• Monarch Stabilization: 75% Power
→ You are stabilized at 75% Monarch Power across the Star Wars Galaxy.
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Jin-Woo narrowed his eyes. His status window flared in front of him—blinding, radiant, pulsing with the aftermath of planetary domination.
Dozens of notifications streamed across the interface like a divine flood: