Offensive Bias's voice chimed .
"Supreme Executor. Estimated duration of the Fourth Anchor ritual: Ten days.
During this period, the Zildrog Core will devour the entire planet's residual life energy, alongside the 40,000 Force-sensitive victims, transferring all gathered essence directly into you and Queen Morgan."
Morgan, floating nearby, stretched lazily, pretending to yawn. "Ten days, ? I'm not going to blow up from all that energy, am I?"
Jin-Woo turned his head slightly toward her . "No need for that long prep , complicated ritual," he said calmly. "I'll do it myself."
He stepped forward, the broken ground of Zakuul creaking under the gathering force of his presence.
Drawing deeply from both his Shadow Monarch strength and the Force coiling around him, Jin-Woo raised his palm toward the frozen army of 40,000 Force wielders—and toward the core of Zildrog, now fully under his dominion.
He began to chant, his voice low, steady, and absolute, resonating through the sky:
"There is only the throne I will claim.
Through my will, I carve focus.
Through my focus, I forge power.
Through my power, I shape victory.
Through my victory, I erase the false gods.
I alone shall stand in the heavens.
I alone shall write the laws.
I alone shall reign.
There is only me.
And the one I choose shall rule the galaxy with me ."
As the final words echoed across the dead world, Jin-Woo unleashed his full power.
The Shadow Monarch's strength exploded outward, creating a massive black conductor—a spiderweb of shadowy tendrils that connected him, the 40,000 frozen Sith and Jedi, the Zildrog superweapon core, and Morgan herself.
With surgical precision, Jin-Woo activated Force Draining, absorbing their vast energies, while simultaneously weaving in Force Healing, preserving structural balance between himself and Morgan, stabilizing the ritual as a dual convergence of death and rebirth.
The result was a terrifying, harmonious fusion of devouring and mending—a perfect ritual born from Jin-Woo's own invincible will.
Offensive Bias's voice reported with mechanical calm: "Absorbing now."
At once, Zildrog's core shuddered, the massive superweapon roaring to life under the Shadow Monarch's command.
In a blink, the 40,000 Force-wielders disintegrated into black ash, their souls funneled directly into Jin-Woo and Morgan without resistance.
The effect was cataclysmic. Zakuul itself—its crust, its life force, its latent power—was devoured by the ritual, the planet trembling violently as its very existence was drained into darkness.
But unlike Nathema, which had become a hollow wasteland, Zakuul transformed differently. It did not die. it evolved.
The skies turned black, permanent eclipses swirling overhead. The cities of the Eternal Throne rose again—but now, wreathed in black and violet light, bathed in endless twilight.
The rivers flowed like veins of pure shadow.
The jungles mutated into forests of obsidian trees.
The Force energy of the entire planet was rewritten, not erased—made into a world of eternal night under the dominion of the Monarch.
Zakuul, once a fallen empire, had been reborn as a Dark Zakuul —a monument to the might of the Monarch.
Offensive Bias's voice calmly echoed into Jin-Woo's mind.
"Queen Morgan detected. Midichlorian amount: 30,000.
Her Force potential now surpasses the Chosen One's theoretical maximum and exceeds that of Vitiate.
Force abilities have been automatically granted at Vitiate-level equivalency."
Morgan floated silently a few meters away, her cloak rippling lightly in the unnatural winds.
She could feel it—the vast new power coiling within her. Her body, already monstrous as a Monarch, now felt impervious even without tapping into her full Transfiguration abilities. Her soul pulsed steadily, capable of regenerating body itself instantly without ritual or effort.
Morgan said nothing, but the quiet happiness in her eyes .
Jin-Woo, meanwhile, calmly opened his status notification.
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[Notification: Shadow Monarch Power Released 90% (Fourth Anchor Realized)]
[Midichlorian Amount: 200,000 (Steadily Growing; User Controlled)]
[Ultimate Skill Gained: Force Heart] : (His heart circulates not just blood, but pure Force energy. Passively empowers his body, heals wounds, and enhances surroundings. Force abilities become instinctive reactions like breathing—even in Force-dead zones.)
Sub-skills of Force Heart:
Force Presence (Planetary Level Aura)
Autonomous Force Echoes
Perfect Unnoticed
True Force Immortality (Body / Essence)
Immortality Bestowal
Absolute Control Over Life Energy (Drain / Gift)
Perfect Force Symbiosis
[Title Gained: The Honored One by the Force and Galaxy]
(If Jin-Woo chooses to deactivate Perfect Unnoticed, Jedi and Sith across the galaxy will immediately become aware of him and be driven to jealousy and awe, as no one in history has ever achieved a perfect connection with the Force.)
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Jin-Woo closed the panel with a slow blink, processing the final pieces of the transformation.
He could feel it.
A third heart now pulsed inside him—separate from his human heart, distinct from his blackened Monarch heart.
The Force Heart. ( img here )
An engine of raw existence, fusing the Force's love and hatred into perfect synchronization.
Jin-Woo calmly exhaled—and flared his newly awakened aura. A massive wave burst outward from his body.
Brilliant blue intertwined with deep red, creating an unstoppable current that crashed violently against the darkened skies of Zakuul, shaking the very foundations of the reborn planet.
From his inventory, Jin-Woo casually retrieved a small artifact—the Darth Vitiate's Personal Holocron.
He held it lightly between his fingers, inspecting it.
"I almost forgot about this," he said nonchalantly. "But... it's still useful."
Without hesitation, Jin-Woo channeled his Sith Sorcery into the holocron.
Dark energy wrapped around the artifact, warping and reshaping it.
The intricate, ancient construct of Vitiate's knowledge compressed and twisted, until it formed a small, dense orb—a Force Core, radiating dense, swirling energy.
Jin-Woo extended his hand and offered it to Morgan.
Morgan took the shimmering orb carefully, feeling the condensed Force energy pulsing within it.
"It's like a magic core," she remarked, turning it lightly between her fingers.
Jin-Woo nodded once, his voice calm. "Sometimes someone might sever you from the Force. Better to be prepared rather than too late."
Morgan understood instantly.
Without hesitation, she crushed the core against her chest. The orb dissolved into streams of pure energy, merging seamlessly into her being.
She smiled faintly. "Will do, Jin-Woo."
A soft chime echoed once more in Jin-Woo's mind.
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[Notification: Original Power — Magsarion 25% Restored]
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Jin-Woo's expression shifted subtly.
A forgotten sensation welled up inside him—Garyoku, the Power of Ego.
The primordial force that belonged to his first self. Magsarion.
As it awakened, Jin-Woo could feel his ego fluctuating dangerously.
Reality itself warped around him, bending unnaturally.
He understood immediately. If he was careless—even for a moment—the sheer emanation of his will could distort the galaxy itself. an effect far worse than the Halo arrays of ancient Forerunner design.
Where Halo radiation extinguished life by biological sterilization, Jin-Woo's Garyoku would unleash a wave of reality distortion capable of obliterating all beings within 25,000 light-years— by unraveling the fabric of existence itself.
His will alone now carried Strength that transcended the laws of physics. His offense, defense, speed, regeneration—everything could be strengthened limitlessly by pure ego.
Even the very form of the world could be twisted, molded, remade if he so willed it.
The power wasn't energy. It was reality-warping will, unchained from cosmic law.
Realizing the threat, Jin-Woo immediately suppressed the Garyoku, forcing it back into dormancy.
A subtle ripple echoed outward as the pressure collapsed, returning the galaxy to stability.
Jin-Woo muttered to himself: "... a power that belongs to evil itself."
For a moment, the heavy silence lingered—until Morgan floated closer, her voice small and lazy.
"Jin-Woo... I'm hungry," she murmured.
Jin-Woo glanced sideways at her, mildly amused.
"Shouldn't you be able to eat by yourself?" he asked dryly. "You can open gateways like a Monarch does."
Morgan drifted even closer, lightly biting onto the sleeve of his cloak with a quiet grumble.
"Jin-Woo... headpat me... and I'm hungry..." she mumbled around the fabric.
Jin-Woo let out a soft chuckle under his breath.
He reached out and gently patted her head, ruffling her hair.
"Alright, alright," he said, his voice indulgent.
Without hesitation, Jin-Woo opened a swirling dark portal.
The shadows coiled around them, and in an instant, both he and Morgan were transported away from the dark skies of Zakuul.
When they stepped through, they emerged onto the peaceful, sunlit surface of Naboo.
The sky was a perfect blue, the sun warm and high at around 11 AM.
The gentle breeze carried the scent of flowers, the sound of the river, and the distant laughter of citizens going about their day.
Morgan, still floating lazily by habit, immediately began drifting toward a nearby restaurant, clearly eyeing it like a hungry predator.
Before she could get far, Jin-Woo calmly raised his hand and activated his Ruler Authority.
Gravity wrapped around her, pulling her gently down.
Morgan stumbled slightly as her feet touched the ground, forced to walk like a normal person.
Leaning closer, Jin-Woo whispered quietly, his voice low but firm.
"Stop floating. Don't draw attention. And stop using your Monarch power."
Morgan only pouted in silence, glaring at him out of the corner of her eyes like a sulking cat, but obeyed nonetheless.
After a few minutes, Jin-Woo and Morgan were already seated at an outdoor restaurant near the entrance, shaded by elegant canopies.
The air was filled with the soft murmur of conversations, the scent of flowers, and the distant hum of Naboo's quiet rivers.
Morgan glanced around lazily before leaning toward Jin-Woo.
"What food does this planet offer, Jin-Woo?" she asked curiously.
Jin-Woo leaned back slightly in his chair, relaxed.
"It's similar to Earth's food," he said casually. "Maybe a little more refined... but you already read the list anyway."
Morgan hummed thoughtfully and pulled up the menu again, reading it aloud:
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Shaak Roast
Roasted meat from Shaak—large herbivorous creatures raised on Naboo farms. Very tender and popular for banquets or home meals.
Spiced Pechas
Large, juicy fruits native to Naboo. Often cooked with spices into sweet or savory dishes.
Colo Claw Fish Fillet
Meat from the giant Colo Claw Fish that lives in Naboo's core oceans. Rare and very expensive—only served to nobles or at special events.
Blossom Wine
Fine wine brewed from the flowers that bloom in Naboo's lake regions. Often reserved for royal ceremonies.
Swamp Fries
Thinly sliced, fried roots from swamp plants. A common street food for normal citizens.
Theed Cream Cakes
Light, fluffy desserts filled with sweet cream and flavored with local fruits. Served often at Theed's upscale restaurants.
Aqua Droids' Bounty Stew
A thick, hearty stew made from various underwater plants and river fish. A traditional comfort food among the rural Naboo communities.
Coreberry Juice
Sweet, purple juice made from Naboo's coreberries. Popular drink among both Gungans and humans.
Nerf Cheese
Soft cheese made from nerf milk. Common in sandwiches, salads, and small appetizers.
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Morgan finished reading, tilting her head slightly.
Jin-Woo gave her a sideways glance, sighing dramatically.
"And you ordered them all," he said dryly. "You're going to make me poor, Morgan."
Morgan, completely unfazed, leaned her elbows on the table and smirked.
"Don't lie to me," she said flatly. "If Bias wanted to, he could just drop 100 billion credits on your head right now."
Jin-Woo , resting his chin lightly in his hand. he teased. "What a day."
Just then, the restaurant waiter arrived, carefully balancing several trays as he delivered all the ordered dishes onto their table.
Morgan's eyes brightened instantly. Without hesitation, she reached for the Colo Claw Fish Fillet first—her main course—and, this time, she ate properly, with the elegance of a queen savoring a royal banquet.
Jin-Woo simply watched her for a moment, amused, before pulling out a credit chip.
He handed it over to the waiter.
"Twenty thousand credits," Jin-Woo said casually. "Keep the change."
The waiter, stunned but professional, bowed quickly and nodded without a word, retreating toward the counter.