The Moon was silent.
Not the peaceful kind of silence found in empty forests or sleeping cities—but a dead, absolute stillness that swallowed sound, thought, and scale alike. The grey surface stretched endlessly beneath a starless black sky, cratered and ancient, bearing the scars of time without the dignity of life.
Far above, Earth hung like a fragile illusion. A blue marble wrapped in clouds, bright and distant, as if it belonged to another reality entirely.
The Black Dragon Fortress descended into a crater without stirring a grain of dust. Invisible energy fields cushioned the landing, sealing the ship's interior against the vacuum while warmth and oxygen circulated as if space itself were irrelevant.
Inside the bridge, Fubuki stood frozen before the viewport.
"We're… on the Moon," she whispered.
Her hands pressed against the transparent alloy, her reflection trembling faintly as the truth settled in. Earlier that day, she had watched her worldview collapse once. This time, it shattered completely.
"Tatsumaki can fly," she said quietly. "But… she can't fly here."
"No," Su Chen replied, seated casually on his captain's throne. "She lacks propulsion. And oxygen."
Fubuki swallowed.
She finally understood it—not power, not rank, not talent.
Infrastructure.
Su Chen wasn't just strong.
He was prepared.
A hologram flickered to life beside the captain's chair as Babata materialized, her neon-red hair glowing faintly against the dark bridge.
"Master," the AI said, tone sharpening. "Hyperspace distortion detected. Massive object exiting warp."
Su Chen's gaze lifted.
"Right on schedule."
Space itself twisted.
Stars vanished.
Something vast slid out of nothingness.
The Dark Matter Thieves' Mothership emerged like a moving continent—fifteen kilometers of alien metal, bristling with artillery ports and glowing conduits. Its presence crushed perspective. Compared to it, the Black Dragon Fortress looked like a toy.
Fubuki took an instinctive step back. "That's… a warship. How do we fight something like that?"
Su Chen stood.
"We don't," he said calmly. "We eat it."
He turned to his crew.
"Esdeath. Saeko. Defensive positions. If drop pods deploy, exterminate."
Both women smiled. This was familiar territory.
"Lin Xiya," Su Chen continued. "Mask our signal completely. I'm boarding before they realize they're not alone."
She nodded once, already working.
Su Chen's gaze settled briefly on Fubuki.
"Watch carefully."
He walked toward the airlock.
Reality folded.
And he vanished from the Moon's surface.
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Inside the Alien Ship
Su Chen reappeared inside a corridor drenched in purple light.
The architecture was alien—organic curves fused with harsh angles, veins of glowing energy pulsing through the walls like a living creature's circulatory system. The air was thick with foreign microorganisms.
They died the instant they touched him.
The Lich Bloodline didn't tolerate contamination.
A psychic scream tore through the ship.
"INTRUDER!"
The temperature shifted as a massive presence approached. A floating octopus-like alien rounded the corner, its body suspended by psychic force alone. Its single eye burned with intelligence and arrogance.
"Who dares board Lord Boros's ship?!" Geryuganshoop roared.
He didn't waste time.
Gravity collapsed inward.
Space warped as crushing force descended, attempting to compress Su Chen into a singularity.
The corridor buckled. Walls imploded.
Su Chen didn't move.
His Psychokinesis, now fused with Tatsumaki's sovereign-level output, erupted around him like an invisible storm.
He tilted his head.
"You call yourself a psychic?"
He raised one finger.
"Psychic Authority: Compression."
He didn't bend gravity.
He overwrote it.
The space around Geryuganshoop folded inward violently.
There was no scream.
Just a wet, sudden implosion.
SPLAT.
Blue slime coated the floor.
Su Chen stepped over the remains without looking back.
He knew where he was going.
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The Dominator of the Universe
The throne room doors dissolved as Wisteria Poison ate through alien locking mechanisms.
Inside, seated upon a massive throne, was Boros.
Golden armor encased his body, suppressing the monstrous energy raging beneath his skin. He looked… bored.
Until he saw Su Chen.
Boros stood slowly, cyclopean eye narrowing.
"You," he rumbled. "I sense no ceiling in you. Are you the one spoken of by prophecy? The one destined to grant me a worthy battle?"
"Prophecies are marketing tools," Su Chen replied evenly. "But I can fight."
Boros laughed.
"GOOD!"
His armor shattered.
Energy detonated outward, painting his skin a deep, violent blue.
He moved.
Sub-relativistic speed.
The impact came before sound.
BOOM.
Boros's fist slammed into Su Chen's chest.
Su Chen crossed his arms—
—and was still launched through five bulkheads, crashing into the ship's reactor chamber.
Boros followed, laughing. "IS THAT ALL?!"
Su Chen rose from the wreckage, golden skin gleaming beneath torn fabric. A bruise formed—and vanished moments later.
"You hit hard," Su Chen admitted. "But your power burns your lifespan."
His eyes glowed green.
"Kneel."
Boros staggered.
"Mental attacks?!" he snarled. "COWARD!"
He roared as he unleashed Meteoric Burst, converting his life force into propulsion, tearing through the mental bind through sheer suicidal force.
His kick came like a planet-shattering strike.
Su Chen caught it.
Boros was locked in place.
"Your technique converts life into energy," Su Chen said calmly.
He placed a hand on Boros's chest.
Knowledge flooded in.
The difference?
Su Chen didn't have a lifespan limit.
"I have your power," Su Chen said. "And unlike you… I won't die using it."
Boros reeled back, fury twisting into desperation.
"COLLAPSING STAR ROARING CANNON!"
Energy gathered in his chest—enough to erase Earth.
Su Chen sighed.
"I don't have time for theatrics."
He opened a space portal inside Boros's chest.
The exit?
Deep space.
The beam fired.
It vanished into nothingness, detonating light-years away.
Boros collapsed, drained and confused.
"You… redirected it… internally…"
"Strategy beats force," Su Chen replied.
Snap.
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The World Fusion
Su Chen stood alone on the conquered bridge.
"System," he commanded. "Activate World Fusion."
"Fuse."
On the Moon's surface, reality twisted.
The Black Dragon Fortress emitted a singularity field as the colossal alien ship warped, compressed, and liquefied—drawn inward like metal surrendering to gravity itself.
Alien power cores were devoured.
Runes overwrote circuitry.
Space bent to accommodate impossible volume.
Ten minutes later—
A new ship hovered above the Moon.
Two kilometers long.
Black. Jagged. Pulsing with void energy.
A Dreadnought.
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The New Home
Su Chen returned to the bridge.
It was enormous now—a city in scale, wrapped in starlight and holographic displays.
Babata materialized, her form subtly altered.
"Systems operating at five hundred percent," she reported. "Planet-Cracker Cannon restored. Shields near-absolute."
Su Chen sat on his throne.
"Fubuki," he said. "Welcome to your new ride."
He looked at Earth.
"We have the ship. The power. The team."
He smiled faintly.
"And now… we farm."