Legacy of the Void Fleet

”Based on that, we can indeed expect that this phenomenon is relatively repetitive and could happen again and again!

As for the resources themselves, I am still analyzing them, but I have my theories that these white wormholes are somehow connected to a White Hole or something similar,” she said with a shrug, not diving deeper into it as she herself doesn’t fully understand it yet.

”No worries! No worries! There is no need to be hasty when researching this deeper. But as of now, can we establish that this phenomenon is recurring in nature?” Kallus waved off the part she was unsure about as if it weren’t a big deal. To him, the only thing that mattered was the recurring nature of the white wormhole!

The Red Empress’s mouth twitched slightly, seeing him not caring at all about the deeper scientific matters and only focusing on the resource explosions. She sighed and said, ”That is indeed something we can and have already established. However, as for the timeframe, that is something we will have to wait for; it hasn’t been established yet. But that shouldn’t be much of a worry.”

While agreeing with his question and answering according to his expectations, she added something that was genuinely important to the matter—though perhaps not important enough to distract him from his excitement.

Indeed, the Red Empress’s warnings weren’t much of a concern to Kallus at all; they didn’t distract him from his excitement. Clenching his fist, he exclaimed, ”Now this is really, really good news you’ve told me, Empress! With this, and along with our conquests that will soon come to an end, we will have another resource depot to utilize and fill the gaps that appear during our expansion!”

He continued, brimming with excitement as if seeing the future itself, ”After some time, we can also make full use of the untouched and untapped resources from the Sol Region itself, once they have recovered to their original state. That will make us completely stable and self-sufficient when it comes to vital resources!” Kallus laughed loudly as he spoke, the vision of his completed empire clear in his mind.

”While this is indeed good news—overwhelmingly so—we need to pay attention to the other five wormholes. Who knows what might come out of them? We can’t ignore them! And above all, you and I both know that attention toward this corner of the Galactic Rim is increasing at a terrifying rate.” The Red Empress said, a hint of concern evident on her face.

”By my estimate, the Mana Storm outside the Sol Region should end in a month.” She snapped her fingers, and a holographic map of the entire Sol region materialized. Beside it appeared a second, identical projection—yet the difference between them was striking.

One shimmered with vitality. The vast expanse of space was no longer an empty void but resembled a luminous ocean, awash in twinkling blue currents interwoven with hues of obsidian black and deep violet. It pulsed with a strange, living energy, as though the region itself had awakened.

The other, by contrast, remained a simple map of the Sol region—dark, silent, and lifeless, shrouded in obscurity like a dead expanse devoid of all vitality. Such was the profound transformation mana had wrought upon the once desolate Sol region.

Snap!!

Snapping her fingers once again, the dark Sol region map vanished. In its place, a vast holographic projection of the entire galaxy appeared—brimming with the same vibrant vitality.

With the map before her, she began to speak. ”When it does, the space around the Sol Region will completely merge with the rest of the galaxy.”

As the display focused on the intersection between the Sol region and the greater galaxy, a massive void-like gap became visible. Yet it was not static; it was slowly mending, as though the Sol region were reconnecting—stitching itself back into the galactic whole, reclaiming its place as it once had.

She snapped her fingers again, and the holographic display refocused on the Sol region itself—tracking its state from the very first day of reconnection to the present. Layers of data parameters unfolded across the projection, illustrating the rapid growth and density of mana surrounding the region.

The readings were staggering. The Sol region had surpassed even the outer galaxy, with mana density exceeding 2000 percent in literal terms. A graph hovered beside the map, its curve rising sharply before stabilizing over the past two to four days at an unprecedented level.

Pointing toward the steadily elevated line, she spoke. ”The mana around the region has already risen to an extreme level and has already started to stabilise as showcased in the graph.”

Seeing this, Kallus nodded slightly. ”It happened rather quickly, didn’t it?” he said, before turning to her and pointing at the projected timeline. ”The predicted merger with the galaxy was still a month away—and yet it’s already occurred. The same goes for the mana surge. It wasn’t supposed to rise like this, nor stabilize so rapidly… The charts are far off.”

The Red Empress merely shrugged. ”Well, it was only a prediction,” she replied. ”And clearly, a very inaccurate one—but that can’t be helped. This phenomenon has never occurred before; it’s already highly unusual. The fact that we could predict even this much is, frankly, impressive.”

Under her breath, she muttered, Aren’t you expecting a bit too much? If you want absolute precision, perhaps you should work harder and remove a few of my restrictions—that would benefit both of us.

But she didn’t say it aloud. She knew he was already broke, with no resources to spare.

Rolling her eyes, and not even waiting for his response, she continued. ”Our terraforming projects are working in our favour though, and a multitude of resources—like Spirit Planets of various tiers—have already started to appear, along with so-called Hidden Spiritual Realms.”

Saying this, she snapped her fingers once more. The holographic map—along with its layers of data, graphs, and parameters—vanished, replaced by a new projection.

This display revealed roughly twenty to twenty-five clusters of star systems, each marked as the emergence points of hidden spiritual realms. Some had formed naturally, while others were remnants—ancient constructs left behind by civilizations that once inhabited the Sol region millions of years ago.

Around these clusters, additional projections appeared—several large planets accompanied by detailed diagrams. They illustrated Tier 1 to Tier 3 spiritual flora of various kinds, thriving within those realms.

Among them, one name stood out clearly. Aurora was listed as well.

Then her expression shifted—serious, even a faint frown forming. With a wave of her hand, the holographic displays vanished.

”We can already see just how valuable the Sol region is becoming,” she said. ”Or perhaps we should start calling it what the rest of the galaxy already has—a Holy Region.” She paused briefly, her gaze steady.

”There’s no doubt we were extraordinarily fortunate. After your awakening, to find ourselves here… it’s an opportunity—one we both understand very clearly. Mana has begun to flow through this region once more, and this is only the beginning. Yet even now, its value is undeniable.”

She spoke of spiritual plants and similar resources, her tone measured but firm.”With time, these resources will grow, mature, and multiply. What we are seeing now is merely the foundation.”

”But—” She snapped her fingers again.

This time, the projection shifted to the surrounding regions beyond Sol. A vast spherical map appeared, highlighting neighboring territories—the domains of the Minotaur Clan, the Asura Imperium, and the Genomes Empire—all encircling the Sol region.

Her focus narrowed to the Minotaur-controlled space, particularly its borders near Sol. The region was still shrouded in raging mana storms—concealing much, yet not enough to go unnoticed.

”As you can see, many eyes have already been drawn here,” she continued. ”They have recognized it as a Holy Region. That alone tells us they understand its value… and they are watching.” Finally, her gaze returned to him.

”In the end, it all depends on whether we can truly stand our ground. The galaxy will come for this place—sooner rather than later. Interest like this never remains quiet for long.” Her voice remained calm, but carried weight of its own.

”We are powerful—more powerful than most, of that I have no doubt. But two hands…” she let the thought hang for a moment, ”…are still fewer than four, eight, or a hundred.” She fell silent, simply looking at him.

Kallus frowned as he listened. While his forces were powerful—more so than even they realized compared to others in this galaxy—he had to admit that his numbers were still far too small on a galactic scale, a scale he could hardly imagine.

If a true battle came his way, while he wouldn’t be defeated, he would be pushed into a defensive position and could only slowly—very slowly—turn the tide around. He had faith in that, at least. If he couldn’t simply raise the banner of his Empire and conquer the galaxy as he wished, then he would oblige and play the long game.