Jin-woo stomped once—and the entire surface of Shadow Tython pulsed, syncing with his presence. He had already prepared it, subtly conditioning the terrain, binding backlash prevention through mana-sealing wards and Force anchors.
Jin-Woo raised his voice slightly.
"Offensive Bias."
The small sentinel floated down. "Yes, Supreme Executor?"
"Bring up a live feed of planet Prakith. That's where I'll demonstrate." Jin-woo Said
"Affirmative." With a pulse of light, a holo-screen expanded before the gathering—the image of a brown, mountainous world flickering into view.
Jin-Woo lifted his hand—slowly, deliberately—and whispered under his breath:
"With this knowledge,
I can unleash the dark side energies
that swirl invisibly around us…
…even to shatter the fabric of space itself.
In this way… I have created storms."
The sky above Shadow Tython began to scream.
Clouds warped, spun, and twisted violently—like a whirlpool ripping open the sky itself. A dimensional vortex coiled into being—not just dark, but ancient. Reality folded, like a page being torn in half.
"[Force Storm]," Jin-Woo said—calm, final.
And then—CRRRK-KRRRRRRRRSHHHHH!
The swirling black wormhole launched forward at a velocity beyond light. It slammed into Prakith like a devouring god. The holo-feed captured everything:
The holo-feed showed it all:
The surface of the planet ignited instantly. Mountains melted. Cities vanished.
The crust shattered like glass, incinerated to charcoal.. No survivors.
Just a burned, eviscerated hemisphere—scorched black and falling apart in orbit like an open wound in the galaxy.
And back on Shadow Tython, Jin-Woo stood in perfect silence, arm still extended, as if it had taken no effort at all.
The air was utterly still. Then—Ophelia whispered to Kirschtaria, voice shaken but hushed with awe.
"No build-up… like the Force we learned from Jin-Woo. . No ritual And cost. Just…" she swallowed, "…a hand raised."
She turned, her eyes wide. "Kirschtaria-sama… this is bad. If Daybit learns that— its an … extermination."
Kirschtaria's jaw tightened as he watched the smoke spiral in the holo-screen from what used to be Prakith. His voice came like gravel under pressure.
"Daybit will try it. Immediately. If he even half understands how it works… not even my astrology-based magecraft barrier could hold. This—" his breath trembled for half a beat, "—this isn't something the Force was ever meant to wield."
"It's doctrine-breaking.and you are right ophelia , If Daybit ever used that on Earth...the planet would be destroyed."
Kadoc stood a little behind them, his throat dry. ". That's a planetary sniper rifle."
Hinako's fists clenched as she stood silently beside Xiang Yu. Her voice was low, but her determination burned.
"If that was a warning shot… I don't want to see the real one."
She glanced sideways at her husband and thought to herself: Xiang Yu-sama… I'll make sure even you can stand against that sorcery. I'll make sure.
Then came the voice of Scandinavia Peperoncino, half horrified, half theatrical as always—his voice rising like a musical.
"You vaporized half a planet like it was your ex's diary. And you didn't even blink!"
He spun toward Daybit dramatically. "And you still want to learn that?! Are you sane, darling?! That move needs therapy before it needs a teacher!"
Daybit, standing calmly in the outer ring of the crowd, didn't hesitate.
"Yes," he said flatly.
Zeus crossed his arms with a grin of thunderous pride.
"Impressive. It reminds me of my World Discipline: Keraunos. I like it."
Qin Shi Huang tilted his head, eyes narrowing.
"Do you truly have the capability to wield that? Even you would need considerable time to charge such an attack."
Ivan, towering and silent until now, rumbled deeply.
"The Force proves itself again. It surpasses the authority of us Lostbelt Kings."
Skadi flicked her eyes toward Jin-Woo.
"…Maybe Odin could replicate such power, in theory."
Morgan gave a sly smirk.
"If Odin was capable of doing what my husband just did, your Lostbelt would be safe and sound—not constantly raided by giants. Even my Rhongomyniad couldn't do what he just did."
Skadi glanced sharply at Morgan… but said nothing. She only narrowed her eyes and held her silence.
Then, Daybit stepped forward. "So now what do I need to do, Jin-Woo?"
Jin-Woo crossed his arms, eyes distant like he was recalculating reality. "About that… well. I just realized something."
He looked around at the group, his voice dry. "You can't."
Daybit blinked. " Huh ?"
Kirschtaria and Peperoncino—without hesitation—both sighed in unison. "Thank God."
Hinako crossed her arms, smiling just a little too smugly.
"Serves you right, Daybit. Looks like fate decided you weren't allowed to be the final villain after all."
But Daybit's eyes narrowed. His mind was already racing, putting the pieces together.
" Jin-Woo, the way you use Force Storm—it must be different from the usual Sith method. Let me piece this together myself."
He raised a finger in thought. "First, it requires a massive degree of rage and hatred… something so potent it becomes a tangible manifestation of the dark side. And I don't have that."
Jin-Woo nodded. "Exactly. You rarely get angry. Your emotions are too… perfect. Too tempered. That's your curse, Daybit."
Daybit didn't deny it. "And secondly… I need an amplifier. Like Darth Rivan used, correct?"
Jin-Woo gave a slow nod, already suspicious.
"Yeah. Something like a Darkstaff. But those are long gone. And even if you want to search now —too late. After I finish helping Hinako… and fighting Zeus, since he really wants a piece of me… the doorway from your earth. to my galaxy will be closed forever."
"I don't want anyone poking around my galaxy anymore. Business concluded. I got my 100,000 midichlorians, and you Crypters got the Force. That's the deal."
But then— CLANK. Daybit tossed something through the air. A long brown staff landed upright in the ground, humming faintly. One end glowed purple.
Jin-Woo's eyes widened slightly.
"…Where did you get that?"
"That's a Darkstaff," he said slowly, voice laced with disbelief.
Tezcatlipoca casually shrugged. "My temple. I had a few lying around."
Jin-Woo narrowed his gaze, connecting the dots fast.
"So that's it. Some of your problems snuck into my galaxy. That alien staff Darth Rivan used—the semi-sentient tool Sith called their 'dark bridge'—it made it through. You're telling me...some of them carry your will?"
Tezcatlipoca grinned wide, his jagged teeth gleaming under the shadow light.
"Well… my war-like personality does have its charm."
Jin-Woo's thoughts raced, sharp and fast.
No wonder the quest system connected itself to the Star Wars galaxy. Even when I'm in a completely different world—like the Fate universe—the quest flares still triggered when I engaged Caedus. . my star wars galaxy and fate universe is similar .
Daybit stepped closer, eyes never leaving the embedded Darkstaff.
"I will figured out the first step myself. Maybe I'll learn it in my own style But before that… any pep talk, Jin-Woo? In case I actually manage to summon one?"
Jin-Woo let out a quiet breath, folding his arms again.
"Summoning one? That's the easy part. . "Controlling it? That's the part that gets your surface planet erased."
"But then again… that's what you want, right? Blow off a planet? Now you've got two choices—use ORT… or…"
Daybit finished for him. "Use the Force Storm."
Kirschtaria took a step forward, his voice edged with something between frustration and finality.
"Wait. Just a minute, Daybit. You… you don't trust me? Your team leader? The one who tried everything to give The Lostbelt a future?"
"I swore to make my Lostbelt a reality. That everyone in it—your world, mine, even Beryl's—would live again."
Daybit simply stared. And then said it."No."
Kirschtaria's expression didn't twist with anger. He only exhaled softly, then smiled with the same gentle pain he'd carried since day one.
"…I understand. Then thank you, Daybit. For the honesty. I hope one day, we all could be friends again. Even Beryl… the one left behind in the Indian Lostbelt. I still believe we were meant to fight together. Just once more."
A long silence followed,
until Jin-Woo stepped forward, his tone sharp, cutting the conversation like a blade.
"Okay. This has gone on long enough. Let's wrap this up."
Jin-woo turned toward Hinako, who stood quietly beside Xiang Yu, her eyes unreadable.
"Hinako," Jin-Woo said, voice firm, "I'm going to ask you one more time."
"How much are you willing to sacrifice… for your husband? The Xiang Yu of Proper Human History."
Hinako didn't hesitate. "Everything."
Jin-Woo's lips twitched faintly. "Good. …How good are you at playing hide and seek?"
Hinako blinked, momentarily thrown. "Is… is this a joke?"
Jin-woo didn't answer. Instead, he snapped his fingers.
A miniature sentinel from Offensive Bias emerged and projected a translucent screen into the air.
The feed opened immediately—live, clear, brutal.
A dark and decaying world filled the screen: Abeloth's Planet, still infested with The Flood.
But the true horror lay in what the image focused on.
Roughly 300 meters from the edge of a collapsed citadel, Abeloth herself, grotesquely twisted and veined with infection, was locked in vicious combat. Her body had been partially infested—the telltale bloat and spore-weave of Gravemind corruption now pulsed visibly across her limbs. Yet, she still retained her shape—resisting total takeover.
Opposite her, rising like a monstrous serpent coiled in shadow, was The Gravemind itself, manifest in a serpentine form made of corpses, vines, bone, and thought. They fought like gods from another age—Gravemind lashing with tendrils and spore clusters, Abeloth countering with bolts of distorted Force lightning that cracked space around her.
The screen trembled under the ambient energy.
Then Jin-Woo turned back to Hinako, voice ice-cold. "I'll ask again, Hinako."
"How good are you at playing hide and seek?"
Hinako's lips parted slightly. Her throat tightened. Her eyes locked on the screen as the scale of the conflict overwhelmed her. She could barely whisper:
"…I… I—"
And then, suddenly, she exploded. "Are you fucking kidding me? Fuckkkkk—"
Hinako voice cracked with panic and fury. "Are you seriously throwing me into that?! One of them is a goddamn parasite, and the other—!"
"An angry Force entity," Ophelia finished grimly, her eyes still glued to the screen.
Hinako just snapped her head toward her. "That's not helping, Ophelia!"
Jin-Woo, completely unbothered, pointed at the projected feed calmly.
"You play hide and seek with them. Distract them while I work my magic. You have two minutes to decide. If you choose inaction I'll dump you all back to your respective Lostbelts—except for Morgan. She's my second wife."
Morgan, arms crossed, gave a proud little shake of her head. "Damn right I am."
Hinako clenched her fists, jaw trembling. The feed showed Abeloth screeching in rage as Gravemind slammed her through a half-collapsed ruin, Flood tendrils exploding around her like wild nerves.
"…Two minutes," Jin-Woo repeated, turning his back. "Starting now."
Kirschtaria stepped forward, calm despite the madness onscreen.
"I'll help. I can distract them—if only for a moment. It's better than sending you alone."
Hinako turned to him, eyes wide.
"Wait, team leader— , Offensive Bias, tell me something. If the Flood scratches a living being—just a scratch—what happens?"
Offensive Bias responded without hesitation.
"Clarifying threat assessment. The Flood is not merely a parasite. It is a singular mind made of countless corpses—a hive intelligence. Infection requires only partial contact. A single spore. A scratch. A bite."
"Once compromised, the host is converted within 15 to 22 seconds. If captured by the Gravemind, assimilation is instant. You do not return. You become part of it."
The feed showed a twisted creature collapsing, its form reshaped in real time by hundreds of writhing tendrils.
"And now that a Gravemind is active," Offensive Bias added, "you are no longer dealing with chaos. You are dealing with strategy. Every infected corpse now obeys a central will. a god of corpses."
Hinako's knees nearly buckled.
Jin-Woo's voice cut through again, flat and final. "That's the pep talk. Now… what will you do?"
Daybit stepped forward with casual certainty, eyes between the screen and Jin-Woo.
"I'll help," he said. "I've already died once and returned… like some alien creature. The Flood will be confused by me for a while."
Ophelia narrowed her eyes immediately. "And how exactly are we supposed to trust you? You're more likely to dump Hinako in the middle of it all and run—"
"Enough," Peperoncino interrupted, stepping between them, his voice unusually steady. "Daybit and I… we've known each other a long time. He's not Beryl. He doesn't kill comrades. If Daybit says he'll help, then I believe him."
Kirschtaria slowly nodded beside them. "I'll vouch for him too. Normally, I'd offer myself for this, but…" He looked up at the sky, then down at his hands. "I can't die yet. Not until I finish building my Lostbelt into reality. Daybit's the right one for this."
Hinako, still visibly trembling, looked Daybit dead in the eye and pointed at him with venom.
"One Stupid move," she warned, "and I'll dump you right there—either into that multi-eyed Force bitch with all the teeth or that motherfucking serpent made of corpses."
Daybit blinked once. "…Noted."
Prince Lanling stepped forward, his voice calm but resolute.
"Let me help, Master. I can be of use. Even if it's just for a moment."
Right behind him, Xiang Yu's mechanical voice responded .
"My machine body has been reinforced many times. I can delay the enemy's advance, if needed."
But Hinako threw her hand up, stopping them both. Her breath trembled, but her stance was firm.
"No. No more of my comrades… or my husband… die for this."
She looked toward the screen where the chaos still raged. "I'll do this. And hopefully, Daybit dies in the process so our planet remains intact and alive."
Kukulcan, who had been standing silently beside Daybit, tilted her head with a grin.
"You're very hated, Daybit. Ever since that reckless confession of yours… not making many friends lately."
Daybit simply gave the faintest shrug, his expression unreadable.
"…Hmmm."