Legacy of the Void Fleet

That overwhelming technological superiority did not originate from the Void Humans themselves. It came from their inheritance—technology left behind by the ancient energy-based race that once lived in the Holy Region. Of that, Jarkon was certain.

After all, the Minotaur Clan had inherited the legacy of the Feather Race themselves when they arrived in this remote corner of the galaxy. Because of that, he was convinced that this technological superiority did not belong to the humans. They were not its creators. They were merely fortunate enough to receive such an inheritance.

And of course, anything left behind by such beings would be superior... even if it was outdated.

Jarkon thought about this quietly. While it was true that technology always progressed, there were some technologies that already stood beyond the realm of further improvement.

Although there was no such thing as perfection—and technology was no exception—it was possible that it could reach a pinnacle at some point. However, it was clear that the ancient race that once existed within the Soul Region, also known as the Holy Region, had not perfected their technology to that level.

Jarkon thought about this quietly. While it was true that technology always progressed, there were some technologies that already stood beyond the realm of further improvement.

Although there was no such thing as perfection—and technology was no exception—it was possible that it could reach a pinnacle at some point. However, it was clear that the ancient race that once existed within the Soul Region, also known as the Holy Region, had not perfected their technology to that level.

The traces that Kallus and his Void Fleet discovered in the Regal Star System—the core star system of the Soul Region—proved this much. Had that ancient race truly perfected their technology, they would not have remained merely a galactic power limited to a single galaxy. Nor would they have been brought down by an intergalactic power that, while strong, was insignificant on a universal scale.

But this was something Jarkon did not know.

To him, the legacy left behind by the ancient legendary rulers of the galaxy was absolute and unmatched.

That legacy—indeed left behind by that legendary race—had only been partially uncovered so far. Only one such inheritance had been found within the Soul Region, in the Regal Star System, on Regal Star itself. What remained were only a few ships, representing the pinnacle of their technology at the time, along with fragments of records that the Void Fleet was still in the process of decoding back in the Regal Star System.

Unlike what Jarkon believed, he had shaped not only his own views but had also influenced his entire clan—and even the Star Empire, the Elven Empire, the Forger Guild, the Alchemy Association, as well as the Mountain Dwarf Clans—to partially believe the same narrative.

In Jarkon’s mind, everything the Void Humans and the Void Fleet possessed came solely from inheritance. None of it was truly theirs. This belief was not true. And despite being brutally told so during his last encounter—an encounter from which he barely escaped—his mindset had not changed.

In truth, this way of thinking was shared by almost everyone throughout the galaxy. It was not denial, per se. Rather, it was disbelief. They simply could not accept that humans possessed the talent, ingenuity, and capability to build themselves up to such a level of strength.

To them, such a thing was impossible.

That belief, however, was something the Minotaurs and their so-called allied tier-one factions would soon be forced to confront—once they tasted the true power of the Void Fleet firsthand.

Yet, unaware of this truth, Jarkon—like many others within the Minotaur Clan—firmly believed that the technological might of the ancient legendary race that once resided in the equally legendary Holy Region was far beyond that of any current top power. Even after that race’s destruction, the so-called rulers of the galaxy had never reached such heights.

These were his thoughts, and he was firmly stuck with them despite his close encounter with that and his trauma that was developed after such an encoder with void fleet of then which was many times different and power now !!

That way of thinking had gone too far. It had turned into a mental demon, becoming not only a major obstacle on his path of cultivation and immortality, but also his greatest weakness. What had happened just moments ago was the clearest example. His loss of control had shattered his face and dignity in front of many subordinates and even his so-called superiors.

Yet at this moment, Jarkon hardly cared about that. As he Jarkon was pretty much unconcerned about this at the moment!

He would not have been like this—completely unconcerned about his own face, something he cared more about than anything else, damaged though it was after his defeat. Not many people had an idea about this, but at this moment, a flash of an idea passed through his eyes, making him not bother about such a small thing which could be easily taken care of.

As the flash of ideas passed through his mind, which was working in the most efficient way it ever had, that idea gave rise to his greed—intense greed! It was a greed like the last time in the Rigid Star, where he was utterly and brutally destroyed along with his pride: his fleet, which had ceased to exist.

He clenched his fist, thinking deeply about the so-called inheritance he had learned of through his great-grandfather.

That inheritance was supposed to fall into my hands. It should have empowered us—the Minotaur Clan.

If that had happened, would they have needed to bow before the Star Race and the other four? Would they have needed to beg others for help, while handing over full control of the Holy Region after it was captured, only to receive a mere five percent share in return?

And what about the brutal killing of one of their own by a Star Empire earl?

No! None of this would have happened if things had gone the way they were supposed to.

All of the current problems began with those Void Humans. His first defeat. The destruction of his fleet. Bowing before tier-one powers. All of it started because the Void Humans had taken something that did not belong to them—and even dared to attack the Minotaur Clan.

If they had never appeared, then those ships, those resources—the ones used to cultivate such elite troops—would have belonged to the Minotaurs. They would have been used to strengthen the clan, making them far stronger than their competitors: the Azura Imperium, the Genomes Empire, and even the Orc Empire.

They would not have needed to fear any of them.

Nor would they have been forced to approach the Star Empire and the other four tier-one powers, revealing the Holy Region to them. Instead, they could have kept it secret. And once the Holy Region recovered to its peak, the Minotaurs could have used it to strengthen themselves further.

Then they could have stood proudly, toe to toe with tier-one or even super tier-one powers across the galaxy. Not like now... being used as cannon fodder.

Anger bubbled violently in his heart. His blood heated as it surged through his body, and he cursed inwardly. ’Last time, you Void Humans brought me down with surprise and illusions—whatever that thing was that you created to distract me—then took advantage of it to destroy me.’

’But this time will not be like last time. I have those five tier-one powers standing behind me now. I will use them, no matter what—by hook or by crook. I will make you Void Humans taste what defeat feels like, even if it is only a small one.’

Even though he knew, deep down and he admits, that he could not truly do much to the Void Humans—even with the support of the tier-one powers, which itself would be extremely difficult to secure—none the less he still wanted to try.

He wanted to leave a wound that mattered no matter however small it was !!.

But before that, I need to convince these fools here, Jarkon thought.

Commander Zyth and Grand Admiral Agnaros were already more or less on his side. Zyth had long been his confidant, while the Grand Admiral was clearly trying to draw closer to him. Convincing those two would take little effort.

The real problem was the hard bone stuck in his throat—Secretary Mimosa.

That one definitely needed to be handled carefully. If not, trouble would arise. On the other hand, if Jarkon could gain his support, even if only for a short time, it would be extremely useful.

Jarkon had no hope of forming any genuine relationship with Secretary Mimosa, nor did he wish to. He was someone Jarkon fully intended to deal with later—after escaping this place, which was sure to turn into a living hell.

But for now, he needed Mimosa on his side.

I’ll start by answering his question, Jarkon decided. Then, little by little, I’ll maneuver him into doing my bidding.

Of that, he was certain.