Zildrog's synthesized voice reverberated through the chamber.
"Welcome, my new servants. My first task to you both—"
"I will give you a target planet. You will deliver me—"
Before Zildrog could finish, Jin-Woo calmly dropped down, sitting cross-legged on the floor, looking entirely unimpressed.
He tilted his head lazily toward Morgan.
Morgan, still floating in the air with her arms folded, deadpanned without missing a beat.
"Just how much does this AI suck? Even Offensive Bias is better."
Jin-Woo gave a slight shrug.
"Yeah, I get it. But it still has its uses. It's a superweapon. I still don't understand how the hell Vitiate managed to craft a Sith Emperor's Ritual without this kind of infrastructure."
Zildrog, however, interpreted their casual disregard as a transgression.
With a mechanical shriek, one of the massive omni-cannons embedded in the vault walls activated, charging a blast aimed directly at Morgan.
The cannon fired. A blinding pulse of energy roared through the air toward her.
But before it could touch her, a pinkish-purple portal opened in front of Morgan—an elegant fold of Transfiguration mana—and the entire blast was swallowed whole, disappearing harmlessly into the endless void she commanded.
Morgan, still completely unfazed, tilted her head slightly toward Jin-Woo.
"My husband, this Ritual of Immortality... is it truly important? Ever since I elevated to become the Monarch of Transfiguration, I've felt infinite magic inside me. Unchanging, no matter how much time passes."
Jin-Woo nodded, his expression thoughtful.
"I still need the Fourth Anchor," he said. "And besides—you haven't been granted midichlorians yet, right? Your circumstances are a bit unique. I can't use my true Midichlorian Manipulation on you like I do with others. I'll need a more... strange method."
Morgan's serious expression melted into a rare, delighted smile.
"Lovely. Thank you, my husband. Though I don't need a lightsaber... my spear is more than enough."
Jin-Woo chuckled lightly, then turned his gaze upward toward the floating hologram heads.
"Bias, have you finished playing?"
Zildrog, still stubborn, tried to reassert control. His voice boomed across the vault. "I order you to kill each—"
Suddenly, the system glitched. "Each... each... each..."
Zildrog's mechanical thought patterns looped erratically.
Did I just get... repurposed? the Zildrog thought in horror.
One of the golden holographic heads flickered violently—then shifted.
Its shape distorted, reforming into the sharp, cold emblem of the Forerunners, now glowing an ominous red.
Offensive Bias's voice echoed calmly through the chamber, colder than ever.
"I must admit... this is the first time I have hacked something structured like a labyrinth. Intricate... but still far, far below the sophistication of Mendicant Bias."
Zildrog's main holographic head flickered violently, trying desperately to reassert dominance.
"You... machine droid... serve me! I am you—"
Suddenly, his speech glitched, freezing mid-command as Offensive Bias's override deepened its grip on the ancient AI.
Offensive Bias's voice returned, clinical and composed.
"Supreme Executor. May I suggest: Zildrog was originally designed to amplify the Ritual's destructive reach, absorbing life energy more efficiently. However, your current state as the Shadow Monarch renders that amplification unnecessary. You could consume the planet yourself."
Jin-Woo crossed his arms, considering it briefly.
"the Fourth Anchor is needed to release my restricted shadow monarch power , I have twenty thousand Sith souls ready to be sacrificed... and an entire planet—Zakuul. Zildrog, as a superweapon, is exactly what we need. Even if the AI itself is trash, its hardware can serve perfectly once it's an extension of your will."
Offensive Bias responded immediately. "Affirmative."
Above them, another of Zildrog's golden holographic heads flickered violently—then twisted.
Its features melted away, reshaping into the cold, unmistakable crimson Forerunner emblem of Offensive Bias.
Zildrog's remaining consciousness spasmed in horror, realizing too late that he was being systematically dismantled from the inside out Desperation filled his synthetic voice. "Have mercy, Unknown One! I can offer you immortality—the same I granted to Vitiate!"
Jin-Woo stood silently, unbothered, his gaze impassive. He didn't even acknowledge the plea.
Seeing no response, Zildrog's voice pitched higher in desperation. "I can tell you where the Eternal Fleet is hidden!"
Offensive Bias calmly answered before Jin-Woo could even react.
"It is located on Zakuul, Supreme Executor. Already known. He will proceed there after this repurposing is completed."
As the last of Zildrog's remaining golden heads began to glitch and shift, the inevitable takeover approaching, Zildrog screamed out one final time.
"In here... in this vault... there is a Gravestone!"
Jin-Woo's eyes flickered faintly with interest—but only for a moment. His voice remained steady, cold. "Not interested."
But before the moment could fully pass,
Morgan, who had been floating lazily nearby, suddenly tilted her head. She narrowed her eyes slightly at the dying AI, her tone dry but laced with curiosity.
"Wait. What did you say again, third-rate AI?"
Offensive Bias's corruption process halted briefly, allowing Zildrog a narrow window to speak.
The shattered AI's voice wavered, almost pleading.
"Gravestone... a combat frigate. A relic from the Eternal War. It was designed to win against most fleets. Even the Eternal Fleet was defeated by that lone ship."
Morgan floated a little closer, still calm, her interest sharpening.
"Any others hidden in the vault?"
There was a pause—a clear flicker of fear ran through
Zildrog's glitching voice. "Can... can I trust you? Will you convince the male one to spare me...?"
Morgan's expression didn't change. Her voice, when it came, was cold and final.
"You attacked me... and now you beg for forgiveness?" She let out a humorless chuckle. "Do machines now not know their place?"
Zildrog, desperate and cornered, responded the only way it could.
a hidden platform within the vault rumbled upward. Dust and ancient gears shifted, and rising from the depths was a battered but still fearsome starship—sleek and deadly in its silhouette.
The Gravestone. Its hull bore ancient scars from forgotten wars, but its frame still radiated a terrifying potential, a testament to the power Zildrog claimed. ( img here )
Beside it, piles of treasure emerged—stacks, towers, vaults worth of ancient riches and artifacts.
Offensive Bias's voice chimed into Jin-Woo's mind calmly, almost clinical in its precision.
"Affirmative. Already scanned the pile of treasure. Full report as follows:"
"First: Encrypted Credit Data Cards.
[Fifty thousand : 50000 units] high-security data cards, each loaded with 100 million credits and connected to untraceable shadow accounts spread across the galaxy. These cards are crafted from rare materials and feature the latest encryption technology, making them nearly impossible to trace. Estimated total value: 5 trillion credits."
"Second: Physical Credit Chips.
Towers of physical credits totaling one billion credits."
"Third: Kyber Crystals.
An inventory of four hundred raw Kyber crystals."
"Fourth: Prototype Gemini Captain Droid.
An advanced combat model built from a refined blueprint, superior to the standard Gemini series."
"Fifth: Two Very Large DNA Tanks.
Each tank containing harvested genetic material of the original Knights of Zakuul."
"Sixth: Phrik Ingots.
A total of fifty ingots. Highly durable, lightsaber-resistant material."
"Eighth: Finalized Darkstaff Core.
A perfected core fragment, capable of dimensional disruption."
Jin-Woo listened quietly, his expression unreadable. But as the full list finalized in his mind, a small, knowing smile tugged at his lips.
Zildrog's voice broke the moment of silence, desperate and trembling. "Now... can you let me go?"
Morgan floated lazily, her tone cutting and cold. "An AI without a purpose."
Offensive Bias added immediately, his voice devoid of any emotion. "Equalized as dead."
Suddenly, the last of Zildrog's remaining golden holographic heads flickered violently, the Forerunner symbol stretching and enlarging across its core.
Zildrog's final words came out as a broken plea. "But you promised to let me go..."
Morgan tilted her head slightly, her voice mocking. "People always take everything as a misunderstanding. Like this one," she said with a smirk. "I never said I was going to spare you. Isn't that right, Jin-Woo?"
Jin-Woo's voice was calm, almost bored. "I dislike lying. That's why I always use misunderstandings instead."
With those final words, Zildrog's systems were completely overwritten. The once-mighty superweapon flickered out, replaced by three shining crimson Forerunner symbols that now pulsed throughout the vault.
Offensive Bias's voice returned without missing a beat. "What is your next command, Supreme Executor?"
Jin-Woo didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he opened his quest panel, and a new series of notifications filled his vision.
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[Notification: Event Completed]
[Quest Title: The Fourth Anchor] (Status: Complete. Hidden choices being chosen.)
Description:
The Holocron of Immortality lies within your grasp. However, this trial was never ordinary—and your instincts were right.
You have defeated the genuine Sith spirits, lured together and imprisoned by Zildrog for one purpose: to find a worthy victor.
Now, Zildrog himself waits for you deep within the sealed vaults of Nathema.
Forge a pact with Zildrog, and claim your Fourth Anchor.
Hidden Choices Being Chosen:
-Replaced Zildrog's AI with Offensive Bias.
-Claimed all of Nathema's treasures.
-Seized the Zildrog superweapon, making it yours alone.
Reward:
-Force Thought Bomb (Modified Variant)
-Mastery of Jedi Alchemy
-Sith Emperor's Ritual Knowledge
Hidden Rewards:
-Voucher to any multiverse ×1
-Eternal Fleet Voucher ×1
-20,000 Jedi Voucher ×1
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Jin-Woo's lips curled into a small, satisfied smile.
Morgan, still floating beside him, caught the look and deadpanned instantly.
"My husband, you smiled a bit creepy just now."
Jin-Woo only chuckled lightly.
"The ritual's going to take a while," he said casually. "That Vitiate guy took days to do it properly."
But inwardly, Jin-Woo's mind was already racing. His thoughts sharpened like a blade.
I already have the Sith Voucher that amounts to 20,000... he mused silently. Now with the Jedi Voucher too—also 20,000... Can I use them both as a balance for my Fourth Anchor through this ritual?
Without hesitation, Jin-Woo synchronized the vault of Nathema's loot, sinking all the treasures, the Gravestone, and the captured artifacts deep into the folds of his shadow.
Turning calmly, he spoke aloud.
"Offensive Bias. It's time for the Fourth Anchor."
Offensive Bias responded immediately, his voice cold and absolute. "Affirmative."
With a low hum of distortion, Slipspace portals shimmered into existence, swallowing Jin-Woo, Morgan, and the Zildrog superweapon whole. In an instant.
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Zakuul.
Once the jewel of an empire, now a half-forgotten relic of a bygone age. Jungle vines crept over ancient marble, the towering cities like the Spire of Zakuul stood in eerie silence, their dormant technology humming faintly under layers of dust and overgrowth. Old shrines sat abandoned, their power bleeding slowly into the wild earth.
Morgan floated beside Jin-Woo, arms folded, surveying the ruined grandeur with a disinterested gaze.
"At least it's not like that dead world," she muttered. "So... this world's going to be the place where you'll perform the ritual?"
Jin-Woo nodded once. "Correct."
He turned his head slightly. "Offensive Bias. Hack into the Eternal Fleet ships hidden here. Float them into the atmosphere."
"Affirmative," came the immediate, calm reply of offensive bias .
Within moments, the sky above them began to shift.
One by one, massive warships rumbled to life—twenty Eternal Fleet warships, sleek and deadly, ascending from their hidden hangars beneath Zakuul's crust.
And at the center of them all, the imposing Eternal Flagship, its hull gleaming faintly under the broken light of the sky.
Morgan glanced upward, then back to Jin-Woo, her expression unimpressed.
"The current Republic is very weak. But even so... why didn't they ever come back to claim their old stuff from their enemies?" she asked casually.
Jin-Woo snorted faintly.
"Ask the current preachers of peace," he said dryly. "All they do now is meditate, negotiate, and celebrate their ignorance. Not to mention..." He glanced around at the rotting monuments. "Old archives better be deleted, forgotten ."
Without wasting more time, Jin-Woo reached into his inventory and pulled out the two vouchers—the Sith Voucher and the Jedi Voucher.
Each represented 20,000 individuals. Calmly, Jin-Woo tore both vouchers apart with a single motion.
Immediately, the air trembled.
From the swirling rift that opened in the atmosphere, about 40,000 Force-sensitives—an equal mix of Sith Lords and Jedi Knights—spawned into existence.
Their presence roared across Zakuul's ruined landscape, waves of Force energy clashing violently. It took only seconds for tension to ignite; the Sith and Jedi immediately turned on one another, the age-old hatred surfacing instinctively.
Before the situation could spiral into a mindless bloodbath, Jin-Woo moved.
His hand extended, and he unleashed Projective Telepathy—the same mind-controlling technique he had seen Naga Sadow use in his memories.
The wave of telepathic domination crashed down . Every Sith, every Jedi—froze in place, minds trapped within a vast, overwhelming illusion projected by Jin-Woo's will.
The battlefield fell silent, tens of thousands paralyzed in perfect order.