First Intergalactic Emperor: Starting With The Ancient Goddess

The moment he entered the apartment, Lilia stood up from the couch so fast she almost tripped over herself. Her hands were clenched near her chest, eyes wide, like she’d been waiting at the door the whole time.

”W-What happened?” she asked. ”Did something go wrong? Are you hurt? Is Lyra—”

”We’re fine,” Xavier said, taking off his jacket. ”It’s done.”

Lyra immediately cut in. ”Done is an understatement. You should have seen him, Lilia. He walked into that office like he was about to fire the whole university. Your professor tried running. Your professor tried lying. And then—”

”Lyra,” Xavier muttered.

She ignored him completely, eyes sparkling. ”He took the entire room under control. Hundreds of students screaming, teachers panicking, holo-screens blowing up with evidence—Xavier stood there like it was just another Tuesday.”

”I told you to stay here,” Lilia whispered, voice trembling slightly.

”And let him keep bothering you?” Xavier asked bluntly. ”I don’t think so.”

Her lips parted. ”But you... you didn’t have to do all that.”

Lyra scoffed loudly. ”He absolutely did.”

Lilia looked between them, her expression pulled between relief, guilt, and something warm she didn’t want to admit out loud. Her hands tightened at her sides.

”Thank you,” she said quietly. ”I mean it.”

Xavier nodded once. ”I know.”

She stepped closer, almost hugging him, but stopped herself at the last moment. ”What... what will happen to him?”

”He’s gone,” Xavier said. ”Police took him. He won’t be coming anywhere near you again.”

Lyra crossed her arms with a triumphant flick of her tail. ”He was crying like a wet rat.”

”Lyra,” Lilia hissed, cheeks pink.

”What? He did.”

Xavier dropped onto the couch, grabbing a bottle of water. Lilia sat beside him, not touching him, but close enough that her hands rested on the cushion near his thigh.

”Thank you,” she said again, softer this time.

He didn’t reply, but she stayed next to him anyway.

The scandal hit the city like a meteor.

Within minutes after that, it was trending across the net. And within hours, every major news outlet picked it up.

”UNIVERSITY PROFESSOR ARRESTED — LEAKED FOOTAGE SHOWS PREDATORY BEHAVIOR.”

”MULTIPLE VICTIMS SPEAK OUT.”

”ACADEMY LAUNCHES IMMEDIATE INTERNAL INVESTIGATION.”

”XAVIER INVOLVED IN UNCOVERING FACULTY CRIME.”

”HAS HE SAVED THE CAMPUS?”

Clips spread like wildfire.

Students gave interviews, some praising Xavier, some crying, some furious at the professor, some furious at the system for letting it go on.

The academy released a formal statement by afternoon:

’We condemn any form of misconduct. Professor Arin Velmore has been suspended indefinitely pending legal action. A full audit of his past academic dealings will be conducted. Any affected students will be provided legal and emotional support.’

It was polished and sterile, like any official apology.

But the public didn’t care.

Everyone kept replaying the moment Xavier walked into the staff building.

Fans made edits. Students made memes. Some clips showed Lyra glaring like a wild guardian. Others caught Xavier shielding Arin from the crowd, making him look like the only calm person in a storm of chaos.

Comment sections exploded:

”Xavier saved the day again.”

”He’s too good for this world.”

”Man needs a cape at this point.”

”Lyra looks like she was ready to bite someone.”

”I want Xavier to protect ME too—”

”Where does this man keep finding drama??”

The entire city devoured the scandal.

And Xavier leaned back on his couch, scrolling through the feeds, watching the story spread across every corner of the net, already tired of hearing his name thrown into it.

Lyra and Lilia watched the news beside him—one proud, one grateful.

And somewhere out there... the next one was already waiting.

Angel walked out of his room like she owned the place — wearing his oversized T-shirt, hair a mess, eyes half-open, stretching her arms above her head as though she’d just rolled out of the softest cloud in existence.

She didn’t even acknowledge the tension that had filled the apartment earlier. She walked to the kitchen counter, grabbed a glass, filled it with water, downed half in one go, then leaned her hip on the counter like nothing unusual had ever happened in her life.

”Morning,” she said, yawning. ”I heard yelling in my sleep. I assume it wasn’t about me?”

Lyra glared at her. Angel ignored her glare entirely.

Xavier stood up. ”We handled it.”

Angel nodded. ”Good. I didn’t feel like dragging someone into cyber-hell this early.”

Lilia flushed in embarrassment.

Angel finished the glass, set it down, and then casually asked, ”Wanna drop me at the club? I need to get back before noon.”

”I’m heading to the academy anyway,” Xavier said. ”Hop on.”

”Great,” she said, already walking toward the door. ”I don’t like the morning traffic.”

Lyra muttered, ”You don’t like anything.”

Angel smirked. ”Except him.”

Xavier didn’t react. But Lyra almost growled. While Lilia looked away.

Angel just grabbed Xavier’s jacket off the hook and tossed it to him. ”Let’s go.”

They reached the bike. Angel slid on behind him, arms loosely around his waist, hair brushing his shoulder.

Xavier pulled out of the building, merging into the light morning rush. The city buzzed with usual activity — shuttles gliding above, delivery drones crisscrossing between towers.

Lyra watched from the balcony, her tail twitching in silent annoyance.

He drove for a minute before speaking.

”Thanks,” he said quietly. ”You are like an angel.”

”For what?” Angel raised a brow against his back. ”And Iam Angel.”

”For hacking the university,” he said. ”Those clips weren’t from any campus system. That was you.”

She just rested her chin against his shoulder. ”Someone messed with what’s yours. I’m not exactly the type to let that slide.”

”My job,” Xavier said, ”was to scare the bastard and shut him down. Your part was... dramatic.”

”I like dramatic,” she said. ”Learned that skill from you. Besides, truth needed to come out. The guy’s been doing that for years. He wasn’t going to stop.”

The bike turned left toward the Midnight District.

”You didn’t have to go that far,” Xavier said.

”Yes, I did,” she answered. ”Because Lilia didn’t deserve to carry that alone. And Lyra would’ve murdered someone in public.”

”And because you won’t be here to protect them forever.”

Xavier didn’t reply.

The silence between them was familiar, knowing, a quiet exchange she didn’t need to explain further.