My Taming System Makes Me Overpowered

The central plaza of the Aetherial Waypoint was a sprawling expanse of carved white star-stone, lined with grand colonnades and crystalline arches that glimmered beneath the radiance of the artificial star above. In any other era, the arrival of a foreign vessel in the central docking basin would have been subject to weeks of bureaucratic scrutiny and heavy divine tolls. But as Vince’s massive celestial-jade citadel hovered over the grand plaza, its dark, quiet majesty eclipsed the surrounding white towers, casting a long shadow across the heart of the high-tier trade hub.

News of the incident at the outer watchtower had spread like wildfire across the Waypoint. The sight of a regional divine lord kneeling in sheer helplessness, his high-tier pressure shattered like glass by a mere gesture, had sent shockwaves through the local celestial sects, merchant guilds, and visiting lower-plane sovereigns. The crowds that gathered along the elevated walkways and star-stone balconies watched in hushed, tense anticipation. None dared approach the jade citadel directly, for even from a distance, the ambient boundary of Vince’s domain emanated an unyielding, crushing quiet that made their divine origins pulse with instinctive caution.

On the grand balcony of the citadel, Vince sat upon an elevated obsidian throne, his dark coat draped comfortably over his shoulders. His right hand rested on the armrest, while his left fingers idly played with a lock of Barnaby’s silver-white hair. Barnaby sat on a low velvet cushion at his knee, her translucent dress resting softly against his boots. Her bloomed Lotus Core hummed with a deep, liquid warmth, sending continuous pulses of pure, refined cosmic vitality through their soul-tether into Vince’s spiritual sea.

Beside the throne, Lyrielle leaned gracefully against the jade pillar, her elder-wood bow resting in the crook of her arm, while Vetra paced back and forth along the edge of the balcony like a caged dragon, her hand resting casually on the heavy hilt of her broadsword. Elena stood to Vince’s right, her golden eyes quietly reviewing translucent streams of data floating above her palm.

”A massive energy signature has just entered the upper skyway,” Elena reported smoothly, her tone devoid of any alarm. ”A high divine vessel from the Solari Dominion—the premier solar pantheon of the Firmament. It carries a formal diplomatic flag, accompanied by two elite solar honor guards.”

”They didn’t take long to send a proper representative,” Lyrielle noted softly, her violet eyes narrowing as she looked up toward the golden clouds above the plaza. ”After you brought their three outer emissaries to their knees, they know force won’t work easily. This will be a political move.”

”Let them bring whatever they want,” Vetra snorted, her dragon-wings giving a brief, impatient flap. ”Political talk, threats, bribes... it all ends up underneath Vince’s boot anyway.”

A radiant golden light cut through the ambient starlight of the plaza as a grand celestial chariot, drawn by six winged solar steeds forged from pure solar plasma, descended smoothly onto the star-stone landing platform directly facing the citadel’s main gangway. The chariot was fashioned from polished sun-gold, emblazoned with the crest of the Solar Crown—a blazing sun surrounding a triple-tiered throne.

Stepping down from the chariot was a figure of striking, imperious beauty. She was clad in sweeping robes of woven sun-silk and liquid gold that trailed behind her like liquid fire. A delicate golden tiara adorned with a burning solar ruby rested upon her brow, framing long, cascading locks of radiant amber hair. Her eyes were a piercing, golden flame, radiating the ancient, haughty dignity of a high divine born into the highest echelons of the Solari Dominion.

She was Princess Solaria, the Third Hand of the Solari Dominion and a direct divine bloodline descendant of the Solari Star-Emperor. Behind her followed two tall, heavily armored solar paladins, their golden spears glowing with heat capable of vaporizing lower-plane mountain ranges with a single thrust.

Solaria glided up the jade gangway with effortless, measured grace, her golden heels clicking softly against the polished surface. Her eyes scanned the architecture of the citadel with a cool, critical assessment, taking note of the unique, harmonious energy flowing through the jade walls. Yet, despite her visible poise, her eyes flickered with a hidden, sharp caution as she caught sight of the three outer emissaries—including the Solari Herald—standing silently along the lower promenade with their heads bowed in total submission.

Stopping twenty paces from Vince’s obsidian throne, Solaria raised her chin, her golden gaze locking directly onto Vince’s calm, dark amethyst eyes.

”Unranked Sovereign Vince,” Solaria began, her voice carrying a melodic yet resonant chime that vibrated through the surrounding air like a silver bell. ”I am Princess Solaria of the Solari Dominion, speaking on behalf of the High Sovereign Council and the First Throne of the Primordial Firmament. Your sudden arrival at our borders and your unprecedented assimilation of the Null Expanse have drawn the personal attention of the Star-Emperors.”

Vince did not shift his posture. He merely rested his chin on his knuckles, looking down at her with calm, unbothered detachment. ”If you are here to deliver another foolish speech about compliance and containment, save your breath. Your emissaries already tried that.”

Solaria’s golden eyes flickered with a faint spark of anger, but she swiftly suppressed it, maintaining her regal composure. ”The outer emissaries acted within standard protocol for unclassified ascendants. However, the High Council recognizes that you are not a standard mortal-ascended entity. You possess a unique, self-contained domain law that defies the standard ranking hierarchy of the Firmament.”

She took two steps forward, spreading her slender, silk-draped arms in a gesture of grand magnanimity.

”The Solari Dominion is willing to overlook your aggressive actions at the rim and your summary humilation of our heralds,” Solaria declared, her voice filled with absolute conviction. ”In fact, we offer you a rare and extraordinary honor. By decree of the Solari Realm, your domain shall be formally recognized as an Autonomous High Sanctum under the protection of the Solari Crown. Furthermore, to cement this sacred alliance, I am prepared to offer a divine political union between our royal bloodlines. You shall be granted the title of Grand Solar Consort, granting you full access to our celestial trade routes, high divine libraries, and a permanent seat in the lower house of the High Council.”

Vetra let out a sharp, unrestrained laugh that echoed across the balcony, while Lyrielle raised an eyebrow with a subtle, amused smirk. Barnaby simply giggled into Vince’s knee, her golden eyes glittering with deep amusement.

”A consorthood?” Vince spoke softly, his deep voice carrying a dark, smooth resonance that seemed to cause the golden sunlight in the air to dim slightly. ”You come onto my vessel, stand before my throne, and speak as if you are granting me a favor by letting me bow to your crown?”

Solaria’s brow furrowed slightly, her posture stiffening. ”You misunderstand the scale of this offer, Sovereign Vince. The Primordial Firmament is governed by ancient, immutable order. Without the backing of a major Star-Emperor, your domain—no matter how powerful your individual strength—will be hunted down as a rogue anomaly by the Obsidian Astral Pantheon and the Starlight Hegemony. Annexation through the Solari Crown is your only path to legitimate divine existence.”

Vince slowly stood up from his obsidian throne.

The moment his feet touched the jade floor, the entire atmosphere within a thousand yards transformed instantly. The ambient golden sunlight from Solaria’s solar aura was violently snuffed out, replaced by a deep, terrifying purple twilight. The air became unimaginably heavy, as if the physical weight of an entire star system had been suddenly concentrated into the space surrounding the princess and her guards.

CRACK!

The two solar paladins behind Solaria collapsed to their knees instantly, their golden spears clattering against the jade floor as their heavy armor creaked under immense, invisible pressure. Sweat broke out across their brows as they struggled just to keep their heads from being slammed into the stone.

Solaria’s breath caught in her throat. She tried to step back, to ignite her high solar divinity and project her royal divine shield, but her mana refused to answer her call. The cosmic laws within the space had been completely rewritten. Her high divine rank, her royal bloodline, her ancient authority—none of it meant anything inside the boundary of Vince’s Inward Absolute Domain.

Vince walked down the short flight of stairs with slow, deliberate steps until he stood directly in front of the princess. He reached out, his long fingers gently catching her chin, forcing her golden, wide-eyed gaze to look directly into his dark amethyst eyes.

”You speak of legitimacy, princess,” Vince murmured smoothly, his voice dropping to a low, velvet purr that sent a shiver straight down her spine. ”You think your little crown and your ancient pantheon give you the right to offer me terms. You didn’t come here to offer an alliance... you came here because your Star-Emperors are terrified of what I represent.”

Solaria’s heart pounded against her ribs, a sensation of genuine, primal terror washing over her for the first time in her divine life. She could feel the staggering depth of his spiritual sea—an endless, abyssal void that could devour her entire pantheon without leaving a trace.

”Listen closely,” Vince continued, his thumb lightly stroking her trembling lower lip. ”I don’t accept offers, and I certainly don’t play consort to anyone. When the Solari Dominion falls under my rule, it won’t be through a political marriage... it will be because you and your emperors are on your knees before this throne.”

He released her chin casually, stepping back with his hands returning to his pockets.

”Now go back to your High Council,” Vince said smoothly, turning his back on her as he walked back toward his throne. ”Tell your Star-Emperors that Phase Four has begun. If they want my domain, tell them to come get it themselves.”

Solaria stood frozen for a long moment, her chest heaving as she swallowed hard, her haughty composure completely shattered. Without another word, she stumbled backward, gesturing frantically to her trembling guards, before hastily fleeing back down the gangway toward her solar chariot.