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:
[Notification: Level Up ×8 — + Uncountable Massive EXP Received]
[Level 31: Congratulations]
He blinked once.
And then—the interface expanded before his eyes like an ancient scroll unfolding from the edge of reality itself.
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[SYSTEM STATUS – SYNCED UPDATE]
Name: Sung Jin-Woo
Aliases: The Armored Man, Ashborn, Joever Bideney
Anchor Status: 3/4
→ Third Anchor: Shadow Tython
Age: Unknown
Level: 31
→ Jedi Rank: Low-Level Jedi Master
→ Sith Rank: Low-Level Sith Lord (Unknown Darth Title)
EXP: 500,000 / 2,100,000
Midichlorian Count: 100,000 (Unlocked Full Midichlorian Manipulation)
Occupation: Unknown
Credits: 10,000,000
→ (Updated from Sith Shrine Loot + Beskar Trade)
[Battle Equipment]
• Vectivus' Lightsaber – Black blade with embedded Black Kyber Crystal
• Proto-Didact Exoframe – Restrains aura
• Sentinel Beam
• Cindershot
[AI Companions]
• Offensive Bias – War Executor-Class AI
• Despondent Pyre – Secondary Monitor AI
[Inventory Highlights]
• Incomplete Starforge ×1
• Holocrons of Sith Shrine (Still Being Analyzed)
• Holocron: Ritual of Immortality
• Blood Kyber Crystals ×27
• Kaiburr Crystal Shard ×2 (Bound to Jin-Woo)
• Full Kaiburr Crystal ×1 (Bound to Jin-Woo)
• Sith Warblade
• Sith Alchemy Relics
• Other Sith Shrine Relics (Analyzing...)
• 5× Gacha Vouchers
• Revan's Armor and Mask
• Companion Voucher ×3
• Mantle's Approach Teleportation Voucher ×1
• Blackstone Fortress Teleportation Voucher ×1
• Darth Vitiate's Personal Holocron
• Custom Color Kyber Crystal ×1
• Holocron of Nomi Sunrider
• Koyanskaya Heart ×1
• New Republic Era Holocron (Combined Jedi & Sith Knowledge)
• Darth Caedus's Hidden Contingency Protocols & Keys
• Zeta Halo Ownership
• 1× Yuuzhan Vong Fleet Voucher (Includes: Baanu Rass – 120km Worldship-Class)
• Rakatan Holocron Fragment
• Ancient Rakatan Schematics: Star Forge Blueprints
• 20,000 Sith Voucher x1
[Force Abilities]
• Force Ghost
• Force Phantom
• Force Jump
• Force Push / Pull
• Force Telekinesis
• Force Lightning
• Force Throw
• Force Choke
• Force Drain
• Mind Control / Manipulation
• Mechu-Deru
• Transfer Essence
• Force Healing (Cade Skywalker version – revival-capable)
• Force Enrage (+Brute Force, +Precision for 6 minutes)
• Naga Sadow's Battle Meditation / Projective Telepathy
• Force Cloak / Camouflage
• Force Illusion / White Current
• Force Light
• Shatterpoint
• Force Shield / Absorb
• True Midichlorian Manipulation – Master Rank(Unlocked at 100,000 Midichlorians – System doubled rank)
• Force Storm – Tython Variant [Status: Perfect]
• Force Storm – Wormhole Variant [Status: Imperfect]
• Force Sith Earthquake
• Force Sith Volcano
[Skills & Passive Abilities]
• Master Swordsmanship
• Expert Marksmanship
• Adept Telekinetic Lightsaber Combat
• Sith Alchemy
• Muur Talisman
• Right to Claim Korriban as Throneworld
• Flow Walking
• Sith Battle Coordination
• Shadow Tython Ownership
[Titles]
• Sigma – Boosts charisma and leadership aura during mass speech or diplomacy (Adept Rank)
• Endbringer of the Republic – Joever Bideney Persona Only; passive fear effect across galactic factions (except Abeloth)
• I Am Armored Man – When masked in Proto-Didact Exoframe, Jin-Woo is seen as a savior figure by Jedi & Republic
→ Grants massive diplomatic leverage with allies like Senator Ranulph Tarkin
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As Jin-Woo finished reviewing his normal status system, he slowly raised his hand again—ready to summon the interface for his Shadow Monarch status window. The air around him grew still, mana subtly rising like a quiet tide as his fingers hovered in midair… focused, silent, calculating.
But before the window could manifest—
Morgan Le Fay stepped in front of him, her arms crossed, her tone unimpressed but laced with affection.
"My husband, Jin-Woo… you've been looking at invisible air for thirty minutes."
Jin-Woo froze. He blinked once.
"…Shit," he muttered under his breath, eyes still locked in a deadpan expression as if trying to convince reality itself that he hadn't just zoned out for half an hour.
Then, with a familiar mechanical buzz, a small sentinel floated up beside him—its eye glowing softly with synthetic courtesy.
"Supreme Executor," Offensive Bias stated with clinical calm, "you appear fatigued. Is converting Tython into your domain truly this exhausting?"
Jin-Woo exhaled sharply through his nose, still deadpan.
"You didn't interrupt me while I was being a fool," he replied.
"That's worse. Now I know I've been cringe in public."
Morgan smirked. Offensive Bias, ever the tactician, said nothing.
That was when Daybit stepped calmly out of the protective dome surrounding the platform, hands in his pockets, hair still tousled from the planet's earlier violent shift.
"I suppose your midichlorian count has reached one hundred thousand now," Daybit said, voice flat but curious.
Jin-Woo finally lowered his hand.
"Uh huh," he responded without fanfare, as if stating the weather.
He looked around—not at the others, but at the horizon of what was once Tython.
The sky shimmered differently now. The air was no longer just rich in the Force—it was saturated with his mana. The ground pulsed not with the balance of Jedi tradition, but with the rhythm of his domain. Trees breathed in sync with his shadows. The winds moved when he did.
This was no longer the sacred home of balance. It was Shadow Tython. Amplified by Jin-Woo's presence His second world.
A shadow-forged realm only rivaled by the World Eternal Slumber.
Jin-Woo exhaled lightly and muttered, "It's time to fulfill part of my bargain."
Across the clearing, Daybit turned and nodded once, a rare, satisfied smile touching his lips. From within the still-standing protective dome, Peperoncino's eyes lit up as he caught the signal. He immediately leapt up, clapping his hands in glee.
"Yaaaay~!" he squealed. "Finally! Finally! I get to become a Jedi! Oh my stars, where's my lightsaber already?!"
The others began to step forward—Crypters and Lostbelt Kings alike.
Ashwatthama cracked his knuckles with a grin, standing beside his Archer-class Servant self. "Bellion! You and me. One-on-one. we'll see if that silent mouth of yours can match my fire!"
Bellion stood like a monument. Silent. Grand. He merely planted his massive sword into the earth—its edge humming with shadow—and waited for Jin-Woo's word.
Kirschtaria, walking slowly alongside the still-weakened Caenis, glanced around with calm but disappointed eyes.
"…I still prefer the Tython before you converted it," he admitted, brushing his fingers through the new black grass. "But… I suppose this, too, is destiny."
The Avatar of Zeus chuckled beside him. "Still impressed by that storm," he muttered. "Force Storm, right? I never expected a planet to be angry.
Ophelia tilted her head, arms crossed, eyes gleaming under the eerie light. "Tch. I still think it's beautiful," she said, then glanced at Jin-Woo. "But gods above, you really love your dark aesthetics."
Jin-Woo glanced over, expression unreadable, and casually pointed a gloved finger at Caenis.
"What's wrong with her?" he asked, voice low. "Shouldn't it be Kirschtaria flat on the floor? He's the one who pulled Anima Animusphere outside his damn Lostbelt. In orbit. Over Coruscant."
Kirschtaria didn't even flinch. He exhaled through his nose, still standing tall despite the pale tint under his eyes.
"She ignored your warning," came the response , but from Pollux.
The Discouri twin stood nearby, saber in one hand, posture stiff with tension. "Just for a split second after you told us not to step out. Her curiosity nearly dragged her into Force vaporization."
The male twin, Castor, crossed his arms and muttered, "Told her she wasn't built for restraint."
Jin-Woo gave a slow nod. "Alright then."
Hinako stepped forward, her voice sharp with cold pride. "Hmph. Just remember to keep your promise, Shadow Monarch."
Qin Shi Huang turned his gaze toward her, features unreadable behind his regalia. "Do not worry, Consort Yu. If he fails in his bargain…" His eyes glowed faintly. "Then I shall punish the Shadow Monarch in the name of the Eternal Empire."
Jin-Woo raised a brow slightly, not bothering to respond to the threat.
Daybit, calm as always, finally spoke. "What do we need to do, Jin-Woo?"
Jin-Woo folded his arms and looked across them all.
"I can only grant the Force to living beings," he said plainly. "Which means… any Servant summoned from the Throne of Heroes is out of the question. They're technically already dead. I'm not giving your worlds the same kind of problems I already have. Understood?"
Ashwatthama scoffed and crossed his arms, the massive golden chakram on his back gleaming faintly under Shadow Tython's warped sky.
"Tch. Fine," he grunted. "As long as my crazy Master Pepe gets it, then no problem."
Peperoncino gave a gleeful thumbs-up from behind the dome, blowing kisses at no one in particular.
Sigurd, Ophelia's Saber-class servant, stood tall and composed as always.
"I am merely a servant," he said calmly. "My duty is to serve my Master."
Caenis, battered but still defiant, shifted her weight, spear resting against one shoulder. Her glare was sharp.
"I don't need the Force," she muttered, voice fierce. "I can still beat your shadow army without it."
Jin-Woo didn't even blink.
Prince Lanling remained silent until his gaze fell on Hinako Akuta. He gave her a quiet nod, then spoke with calm resolution.
"No objection. As long as Lady Yu's wish is fulfilled."
Beside him, Castor and Pollux exchanged looks. The Discouri twins, clad in mirrored white-and-blue armor, didn't hesitate.
"No objection," Castor said bluntly.
Pollux tilted her head. "Just following my brother."
Then came the voice of Tezcatlipoca, a theatrical sigh escaping his cracked lips as he rolled his eyes and dramatically spread his arms.
"Shame… what a shame," he said. "I was looking forward to tossing a few Force-empowered kicks around the battlefield. But nooo, I lose twice—once to Jin-Woo, and once to that green gremlin Jedi."
Jin-Woo tilted his head toward him and deadpanned, "Uh huh. Good. Glad a Mayan god finally learned the Force is above his paygrade."
The group chuckled softly.
Even Tezcatlipoca smirked, muttering, "Yeah, yeah. But you still fight dirty."
Anastasia, her usual frost-kissed poise dimmed by concern, stepped forward beside Kadoc.
"Will Kadoc… also receive it?" she asked. "I mean… I did make some mistakes—"
But Jin-Woo cut her off without hesitation.
"What's done is done," he said flatly. "You lost the footing during the clash with Depa. That made Ivan go berserk. Which led to me kicking his ass halfway through Coruscant."
He glanced at her, then Kadoc, his expression unreadable.
"But it was still part of a sideways outcome I calculated. So… everything's fine."
Anastasia blinked, stunned for a moment. Kadoc looked equally surprised, but a small sigh escaped him—relief disguised as exasperation.
Then Jin-Woo stepped forward, lifting one hand with casual authority.
"Now," he said, "make some kind of posture. Kneel, stand, meditate—whatever works. Just don't move too much. You can relax… the rest's on me."
He cracked his neck slightly, rolling one shoulder. "I'm about to use midichlorian manipulation."
Hinako sat cross-legged with a serene grace, folding her hands loosely in her lap—her usual haughty air exchanged for rare stillness.
Kirschtaria remained standing, of course—his posture perfect as always, eyes closed, hands behind his back.
Ophelia exhaled through her nose and eased herself into a comfortable seat, one leg crossed, her back straight. She was composed, but not stiff.
Then there was Pepe.
He leapt dramatically into a Jonathan Joestar pose—one arm outstretched in noble flair, the other bent theatrically behind his back.
Ophelia side-eyed him. "Pepe. The posture is to relax. Not to perform."
Pepe grinned. "Darling, this is how I relax. This pose are my meditation."
Daybit, meanwhile, removed a small neural plug from the back of his neck—an adapter supplied by Offensive Bias to aid his memory, due to the rare and tragic condition that limited him to only five minutes of fresh recall each day.
Bias's sentinel unit floated over, its voice modulated in low concern.
"Agent Daybit, I must reiterate: the Force may not restore what the trauma has damaged. Even this procedure could—"
"I know," Daybit interrupted quietly, lowering himself into a cross-legged position that mirrored the ancient Jedi posture he had studied countless times. "But I'm not here to be healed. I want . No compensations."
He opened one eye toward Jin-Woo. "And don't you dare do what you did with Kirschtaria. No shortcuts. I'll fix what's broken—on my own."