Re-Awakening: I Ascend with a Legendary class

The only ones that remained on the rooftop were Krala, Kexell, and Big D.

“How long will it take you to make their clones?” Big D asked.

“A few hours, I think.”

“Very well. Once you are done, come to the office. I’m taking Kexell with him first. Once you come, we will go and meet my team,” Big D said with a grin.

“Good.”

“See yo-” Kexell couldn’t finish as Big D took him and vanished.

“Will I be joining you in slaughtering those Big Ten bastards?” Krala asked. “Or am I to oversee Earth with Neo and Miss Astra?”

“You’ll join me,” Almond said as he looked at him and smiled, his eyes flashing coldly. “Your job is to look out for me alongside Kexell and Big D. We have a plan to propose to Big Ten for this obvious trap they’ve set up, and this will end in the deaths of many Big Ten Supreme Emperors.”

“Sounds good.”

…

After Almond was done creating the clones of all Regalons, which the Regalons themselves in Almond’s Spirit Realm could connect to in a sense.

For instance, they could share their senses and even control them directly or by giving orders.

Almond went to the Big D while other Regalons controlled their clones for a bit before going back to training and sparring in the Spirit Realm.

Although they were in their soul form inside, they could still use all of their powers and everything because their source space that contained sources of all powers was with them.

On the other hand, Almond, Big D, and Kexell went to Cosmos #2940 where Big D’s forces were gathered.

Arriving at a large dome building on one of the planets, Almond, Big D, and Kexell entered.

Inside, there were eighty-six Supreme Emperors.

‘This is quite a number,’ Almond raised his eyebrows.

‘Of course. All of them have enmity with the Big Ten as well. These are my loyal Supreme Emperors who will give their all in our final plan.’

“King Regalon. It’s our pleasure to finally meet you,” a woman looking in her thirties with a regal black fur coat and blue-black dress approached them alongside some other Supreme Emperors.

There were also ranks among these Supreme Emperors because not everyone was equal even if they were all Supreme Emperors.

The group that approached Almond was the strongest of the bunch.

Almond shook hands with the woman and nodded as a greeting.

“King Regalon, we have seen and heard about you a lot, hahaha. It is finally time to strike back and we can’t wait.”

“We all can’t wait,” Big D said. “Now, we are gathered here to get familiar with each other’s power.”

“Almond, get to know them and work your magic to get data if you must. All of them will be yours to command in the Ascension War Zone and their lives will also be in your hands.”

Almond faintly smiled. “That’s more like it. Well then, are we entering a dimension or wreaking havoc here?”

“Of course, we are entering a chaotic dimension. Let’s go,” Big D waved his paw as a spear tear formed into the gate of a chaotic dimension.

…

Nine days later, Krala and Neo had finished creating the grand ship of the House of Regalon.

The ship should be grand, and it was as grand while also invoking dread as much as possible with the deep black and red color schematics of different hues.

It was made with Krala’s top-tier metals and hybrid materials he produced himself. Its toughness was Supreme Emperor’s stat-level and Hyper Speed 3 engine.

The location of the Ascension War Zone was at the highest point of the second layer, beside the Arcadia Spectrum, sealed by heavy formations.

In the vast space with the cosmic phenomenon of giant multi-kilometers long vertical colorful lines, there were hundreds of ships stationed everywhere.

From a hyper flash wormhole, another ship emerged.

A formidable, angular dreadnought with a menacing, symmetrical design—its dark metallic hull laced with crimson lines that pulse like veins. Its structure suggests brutal efficiency: serrated wings, dorsal fins, and heavy weapon ports give it a predatory, almost insectoid presence. Set against a blood-red backdrop, it looks like a war-forged god descending from the stars.

The giant flag at the top attracted all powerhouses’ attention as many of them extended their senses to watch it.

“It’s the Regalons.”

“They are here.”

“Despite knowing the death trap, they still dared to come, heh.”

“When will it happen? Before or after?”

Suddenly, a large belt of a cosmic golden pathway shot beside the ship of the House of Regalon.

“House of Regalon. Follow the pathway and come to the forefront.”

Almond looked at the belt and nodded at Krala. “Steer on it.”

Big D nearby sneered. “They want to finish the main task first.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do,” Almond said.

His get-up was uber-regal.

Standing with both of his hands on his sword’s handle as its point slightly pierced the ship’s floor.

A white-gold fur coat rested around his shoulder with a draping black coat extending behind him.

He had worn his leather-metallic light-armor outfit, a cross-belt across his complete coverage vest, and the same material of pants.

His outfit was made of his own Exotic Element’s energy.

Space of Osccilation Echo x Sand of Vibrant Wave x Golden Gaze Lightning = Astral Auralith.

Almond’s outfit, every single fiber of it, which was his Regaloin Spirit Armament, was made of Astral Auralith infused with the rest of his core assets’ powers.

“I’ll be speaking, Big D.” Almond smiled as the ship flew over the golden belt, approaching the row of Big Ten’s ships that was past a large layer that acted as the first border between the Ascension War Zone, and the rest of the space.

“They will make sure no one witnesses anything. Once we go past that layer, it’ll be just us and them,” Big D narrowed his eyes.

“Big D. I won’t use your people here.” Almond looked at him and smiled. “If we use them right now, there’s a chance that we will have fewer forces in the final plan, right?”

Big D came silent for a moment before he sighed. “But this is also a good chance to deal them a massive blow.”

“Then let’s do it this way. I’ll use thirty of them only. Keep the rest hidden.”

“Alright.”

The ship finally entered the layer.

Everyone who was watching suddenly saw the layer darkening and preventing everyone from peeking inside.

Almond arrived in front of the ship as it stopped. Beside him were Krala, Kexell, and Big D, and behind him were the clones of the Regalons.

Nearby, Big D also arrived with thirty of his Supreme Emperors.

“Well, well, well, looks who is here. Big Dean, it seems like you want to ascend your people to the third layer, eh?”

Almond saw a group of twenty people appearing fifty meters across them.

Ten clan leaders and the other ten were the Supreme Emperors who descended from the third layer.

‘Big D. The people behind the clan leaders look more powerful.’

‘Yeah. I am familiar. Their bodies are made with top-tier materials instead of the real flesh of the beings. Yeah, I’m sure they are Supreme Emperors who descended from the third layer. Bastards.’

Almond raised his eyebrows and then smiled. ‘It’ll be fun.’

“Do you know why we have called you here?” Bralamir clan leader asked. His three heads all had smiling expressions and his hair blazing purple and blue hairs.

Almond smiled. “I’m aware.”

“Oho?” Zerphos clan leader, a woman with green-peachy skin and two antennas with blinking orbs blinked. “Then it makes things easier. We have no business with you or your wife that’s not here. However, 70 of those 103 people must die today.”

“Sure,” Almond said as he grabbed his sword’s handle and pointed at them. “But while my people are being slaughtered, I will fight against you or your people.”

‘Hey, I can’t measure Almond’s parameters. Synthia Zerophos, can you sense anything?’

‘I’m afraid he is very elusive to our inspections.’

‘How strong is he now?’

‘However strong he is, if he fears death, he will obey us, because opposing us here will only result in his lamenting death.’

“Fight against us? You alone?” Ulmarkon clan leader, the man with rocky-thick skin and warrior vibe asked as he narrowed his eyes.

“I can fight alone or with others. Anything is fine with me,” Almond pointed his sword down and smiled, albeit his smile was utterly cold. “You can decide.”

“Very brave as always, hahaha. Alright, then we shall have you fight alone for the duration,” Karvalheim clan’s leader Arantel heartily laughs, sounding utterly ruthless. “You can fight against us for as long as the seventy of your Regalons survive.”

Almond’s grip around his sword handle tightened. ‘Fucking shameless assholes.’

‘Yep. They will no longer hide their naked desires.’ Big D sneered.

“Big Dean, I suppose you or your people will not interfere in here.”

“Fine,” Big D said with a snort.

“Then we need not wait any longer,” the Durlin clan leader said with a smile. “I heard you Regalons have a similar type of Geneline form as us. Come on, I’ll entertain you while your clansmen die for you.”

“Don’t worry, you can always revive them again and start over.”

Almond stretched his other hand, “Go, Regalons.”

‘Survive as long as possible, for the sake of the blood of our enemies.’

Inside the Spirit Realm, all Regalons were in focus and connected with their clones.

The longer they survived, the more damage Almond would be able to do to them.

From the other side, 200 Supreme Emperors emerged from their ships with each clan bringing out twenty Supreme Emperors.

“Well then, let us start.”