Legacy of the Void Fleet

Kallus tilted his head in confusion. But just as the thought crossed his mind, the space around him began to fracture. Before he could react, reality twisted, and in an instant, he found himself back at the Starry Plain—where the branching rivers of time flowed endlessly.

And then it struck him.

His mouth twitched.

Damn it…

He had died from his own attack too.

”Damn… this daddy really underestimated his own attack,” Kallus muttered, rubbing his temples.

”Dammit, I won’t use it unless absolutely necessary. After all, I’m here to train—not to obliterate everyone with my overpowered attacks.”

He sighed, shaking his head. ”Damn, damn...”

”Oh well… let’s go with it again,” he huffed, crossing his arms.

This time, he wouldn’t hold back—not entirely, at least.

And just like that, time passed—three years gone in an instant.

For nearly three years, Kallus remained locked within the Void Tower, battling legendary warriors without pause. He trained relentlessly, honing his control over all of his abilities, skills, and spells.

He honed his combat prowess and battle awareness through countless battles against various warriors—mages, swordsmen, and more.

Each fight pushed him further, forcing him to adapt, evolve, and refine his instincts. He faced elemental casters who shattered the battlefield with storms of fire and ice, duelists whose blades moved faster than thought, and monstrous foes wielding raw, primal strength.

Every clash, every exchange of blows, every narrow dodge sharpened him into something greater.

He took breaks only when necessary—eating, resting briefly, or learning about new skills. Throughout this time, he continuously pushed his limits, challenging himself against countless opponents.

He even fought warriors at the World-Building Realm, including those at its peak—all while still being at Master Rank 9 Peak.

At first, he was completely overwhelmed, barely able to hold his ground. These opponents were on an entirely different level—especially those at the peak of World-Building Rank 9.

Their attacks carried the weight of entire worlds. Each strike shattered the very fabric of space, sending shockwaves that warped reality itself. Against such overwhelming force, Kallus found himself constantly on the defensive, dodging and parrying just to survive.

Determined to grow stronger, he started from World-Building Rank 1, climbing step by step. Through relentless combat, he defeated and conquered warriors at each level, gradually improving his mastery.

Determined to grow stronger, Kallus started from World-Building Rank 1. From the initial battles, he quickly realized that these opponents were barely a challenge. He was able to push them back without much effort, and in fact, he defeated warriors at Ranks 1, 2, and 3 with relative ease. Even killing them wasn’t too difficult—and that was without using his most destructive attacks or trump cards.

But things changed drastically from Rank 4 and beyond.

Here, the battles became brutal. He was forced to unleash his most devastating techniques just to survive. With sheer will and power, he managed to obliterate opponents up to Rank 7 and even Rank 8, though the latter nearly cost him his life.

Well, technically, he wouldn’t have died inside the Void Tower, but still… the fact that he came so close to death spoke volumes about how intense these battles had been. If not for his regeneration abilities, he would have failed and been forced to stop at Rank 6.

But he didn’t stop. He endured.

By the time he reached Rank 9 Peak, he was no longer easily suppressed. Unlike his early struggles, he could now fight on equal footing with peak-tier warriors—well, at least barely.

Even then, it required him to unleash his most powerful attacks and nearly all of his trump cards… except for one—his true form.

Despite his immense progress—despite standing at the very pinnacle of Master Rank—Kallus still found himself unable to truly conquer those who wielded the power of World-Building Rank 9 Peak.

He could fight them. He could endure their devastating strikes. But victory? That was still beyond his reach.

And he knew why.

Without unleashing his true form, he couldn’t defeat an opponent at the absolute peak of World-Building. No matter how many trump cards he played, no matter how refined his techniques became, there was a gap he simply couldn’t cross.

At least… not yet.

For now, he accepted this reality. But deep down, he knew—one day, he would shatter this barrier.

And when that day came, nothing in existence would be able to stand in his way.

He sighed, exhaling slowly as he gazed at the vast emptiness of the Void Tower.

”It’s time,” he muttered.

He had pushed himself to the absolute limit here, honed every skill, refined every technique. But no matter how much he fought, how much he improved, the truth remained the same—he had reached the threshold of his power. And the only way forward… was to break past it.

Without hesitation, Kallus turned away from the endless battlefield of the Void Tower.

It was time to leave.

Time to undergo his Advancement Trial.

Time to step beyond the Master Rank and ascend into the Grandmaster Realm.

With a final glance back at the place that had forged him into the warrior he had become, he took a step forward—toward his next great challenge.

With a thought, the space surrounding his body began to fluctuate. Reality twisted, his vision blurred, and in the next instant, he found himself outside the Void Tower.

Before him stood the towering structure, reaching endlessly into the heavens. Kallus sighed, emotions surging within him. Pride, anticipation… and an unshakable resolve.

Shaking his head, he dismissed the lingering thoughts. There was no turning back now.

With a flicker, his battle-worn body teleported—vanishing from the tower’s entrance and reappearing in a vast, open plain, 100 miles away from his villa and the Void Tower.

He sighed deeply, shaking his head before taking in his surroundings.

A vast expanse of endless grasslands stretched before him, the blades swaying in harmony as the gentle wind passed through, whispering secrets of the land. The air was fresh, carrying the scent of nature untouched by time.

Far to the north, a dense, ancient forest loomed that he named as origin forest as it was the biggest and the centermost forest throughout the origin prime. Its towering trees formed an unbroken wall of emerald, their shadows stretching across the golden plains like watchful sentinels.

The deeper parts of the forest radiated an aura of mystery that surrounded the last trees, which dwarfed others in comparison. This tree was so massive that even Kallus, no matter how far he stood from the forest’s center, could perceive its immense size. As for what it was… well, that was a mystery for later.

For now, his eyes focused toward the south.

To the south, a mountain range rose so high it seemed to pierce the heavens themselves. Their jagged peaks were shrouded in an eternal veil of clouds, their presence as imposing as the divine itself.

Here.

Here, in this isolated land, he would undergo his breakthrough.

And then, he would face the trials set by the being—a test that would determine whether he was truly prepared, whether his foundation was strong enough…

Oh, not just to ascend.

But to see if he could truly achieve invincibility.

For Kallus, reaching Grandmaster Rank—or even ranks beyond—was far too easy. His limitless talent ensured that no barrier, no roadblock, could stop his ascension. If left unchecked, he could advance without effort, climbing realms with terrifying speed.

But this trial was different.

It wasn’t here to stop him from ascending. It was here to slow him down, to force him to build the necessary foundations, to shape him into something far greater than just another powerhouse.

This trial ensured that when he reached the top, he would stand there alone, unmatched, unchallenged—without equal.

Just like the Supreme Being.

Kallus sat down in a meditative posture and slowly closed his eyes. He softly inhaled and exhaled, beginning to circulate his cultivation. In response to his technique, his primordial mana started flowing through his body, gently activating as the pores of his skin opened.

Meanwhile, the air around him thickened as primordial mana surged toward him in waves, drawn from every direction and forming a vortex with Kallus at its center. His body absorbed the vast influx of primordial mana once again, just like in his previous breakthrough.

The once gentle wind that swayed the blades of grass turned into a spiraling vortex, responding to the overwhelming surge of mana being absorbed by Kallus at a terrifying speed.

A deep hum resonated across the plains as vast quantities of primordial mana flowed into Kallus. The surrounding temperature fluctuated wildly—one moment, the air was crisp with frost, and the next, it shimmered with heat. Storms brewed, lightning crackled, and the natural order twisted around him.

The sheer energy of the world sought equilibrium, yet it was thrown into chaos due to his affinity toward all elements and their overwhelming influx. Each element was drawn to him, yearning for closeness, causing this extraordinary phenomenon to unfold.