READ THE Note:I usually write around 2,000 words per chapter, but now I release them in batches. So don't be surprised if a single release includes the content of 2 standard webnovel chapters. No complaints—you're just getting more at once.
Chapter 15 : End of Stark Hyperspace War arc / Prologue mandalorian civil war
Jin-Woo turned away without another word. His footsteps echoed through the silent, infested corridors of the Raptor flagship, his presence alone sending ripples of unnatural dread through the grotesque mass of Flood infection that lined the walls. Its infestation—twisted biomass pulsed against the metal, neural strands stretching like veins, reaching for prey that no longer existed.
Yet none of the Flood dared approach him. They knew. They understood. Jin-Woo was not prey. He was the predator.
His purple eyes gleamed in the dim, glow of the ship's failing emergency lights as he raised his hand . His shadows swirled at his feet, their forms rising, waiting in reverence for his decree.
"Cleanse this abominable filth," he commanded, his voice calm yet absolute. The power behind his words carried through the ship, a death sentence .
"But leave the Proto-Gravemind in the hangar. It will serve its purpose soon."
The moment his command was issued, a low, unsettling CLANK echoed as Beru took a step forward. The Shadow Ant King, clad in his monstrous, plated exoskeleton, bowed his head slightly before raising his sharp claws in fervent acknowledgment.
"The Monarch has spoken!" Beru's voice reverberated through the shadows, laced with fervor and anticipation. "Then we shall cut the path itself!"
A collective murmur spread through the gathered Shadow Legion—a deep, guttural chant rising from their ranks, spoken in unison, an unbreakable vow to their King.
"Glory to the Monarch!"
The darkness surged. Beru was the first to move.
With a blinding flash, his form disappeared, reappearing in the thick of the Flood's twisted biomass. The ship screamed as he carved through the infection with brutal efficiency, his razor-edged claws slicing through flesh and bone alike. The Flood reacted instinctively, shifting, warping, attempting to reform and consume, but the Shadow Ants—his loyal swarm—descended upon them like a biblical plague.
They tore through the grotesque, writhing mass without hesitation, the very essence of the Shadow Monarch coursing through their forms, making them untouchable, incorruptible. There was no battle. There was only extermination.
The Flood-infested corridors burned with black shadows , Shadow Soldiers cutting through the infestation with absolute, merciless precision. Combat Forms shrieked as they were ripped apart mid-transformation, Carrier Forms detonated uselessly, their infectious payloads dissipating into nothing before they could spread. Even the walls—lined with the grotesque neural strands of the Flood's creeping intelligence—were shredded and consumed by the overwhelming darkness.
Yet, as commanded, one chamber remained untouched—the hangar section where the Proto-Gravemind pulsed ominously, awaiting its fate.
Jin-Woo stood at the center of the carnage, unmoving, unfazed, his purple eyes watching as his shadows cleansed the ship of its infestation. This was no mere battle—it was a ritualistic purge, a statement that even the Great Flood, an apex predator of the universe, was nothing in the presence of the Monarch.
The echoes of the purge dissapear , leaving only the sound of the ship's failing systems and the distant, grotesque sound of the Proto-Gravemind in the hangar.
Jin-Woo remained standing at the center of it all, surrounded by his kneeling Shadow Soldiers, the darkness at his command having swept through the Flood like a divine plague.
The Raptor flagship, once a vessel of greed and power, had been transformed into a silent tomb.
With a slow breath, Jin-Woo turned away, his cloak of shadows shifting as he moved through the desolate corridors, his footfalls now the only sound in the vast emptiness. His path led him back to the bridge, where flickering holoscreens continued to display the fractured remains of Stark Combine's influence, alongside maps of fleet positions and hyperspace routes.
He placed a hand on the command console, exhaling through his nose as he took in the sight of his work. The galaxy was shifting, whether it realized it or not.
Offensive Bias's voice resonated through Jin-Woo's helmet, cold and precise.
"Report to Supreme Executor: All essential data required for future domination has been successfully extracted. The Immortal Army of the Supreme Executor has eradicated the majority of the Flood infestation, with the sole exception of the proto-Gravemind residing in the hangar."
Jin-Woo's fingers tapped idly against the console. "How long until a full Gravemind is cultivated?" he asked. "I don't need it now. The moment it's completed, the Flood will start thinking… coordinating. Infection will spread at an uncontrollable rate."
Offensive Bias didn't hesitate. "Clarification: The proto-Gravemind has already entered the later stages of formation. Given current conditions, it will reach full sentience in approximately eleven years under standard development processes. However, acceleration is possible should Supreme Executor desire."
Jin-Woo's fingers drummed against the console. "And what's the minimum space required for it to fully form?"
"Assessment: The spatial requirements for a complete Gravemind exceed that of the Raptor flagship. The biomass necessary for continued expansion would soon compromise the ship's structural integrity. A significantly larger containment area will be required."
Jin-Woo's smirk deepened. "Then we need a place to let it grow… somewhere far enough that it won't be a problem until I decide to use it."
Offensive Bias continued. "Suggestion: A controlled Flood incubation zone may be established within a secured planetary location, provided adequate biomass supply and suppression protocols. Alternatively, containment aboard a derelict megastructure in deep space would provide long-term security until the Supreme Executor requires deployment."
Jin-Woo's eyes narrowed as he studied the flickering holofeed. It displayed a lone asteroid base near the Qotile system—previously used by Stark Combine for private dealings, now abandoned in the emerge of Joever Bideney's planetary destruction. The entire region had become a ghost sector, void of life, as the galaxy recoiled in fear of the devastation that had unfolded.
Of course, he thought. The Bideney Blast scared everyone off. No one dares step near that cursed place anymore.
"Offensive Bias," he said, still watching the holofeed. "How about the hidden asteroid base Stark used near Qotile? It's already abandoned, out of sight, and isolated."
"Negative," Offensive Bias responded immediately. "The available spatial capacity remains insufficient for a developing Gravemind. The Flood will instinctively seek additional biomass, and should containment measures fail, it will immediately spread to the nearest planetary bodies."
Jin-Woo clicked his tongue in annoyance. The last thing he needed was for the Gravemind to go rampant before it was ready. If it latched onto a planet too soon, it could evolve beyond his control. He needed something bigger—something that could hold it without triggering an accelerated outbreak.
His gaze shifted back to the remaining ships in the system.
Derelict warships floated aimlessly in the debris field of the battle—the graveyard of the Stark Hyperspace War. Among them, he saw Republic cruisers, four heavily damaged Lucrehulks from the Trade Federation, and the wreckage of Stark Combine's own infested vessels. A floating mass of ships, hollowed out and abandoned.
Jin-Woo's smirk returned. "Then we make it bigger, Combine the wrecked ships near the hidden asteroid base in the Qotile system. Link them together. Make them into one massive containment structure."
"Processing…" Offensive Bias calculated for a moment. "Confirmed. The proposed amalgamation of derelict vessels will provide sufficient mass to act as a temporary Flood containment zone."
Jin-Woo leaned forward slightly. "And if it still isn't enough, lure in more. But make sure the ships belong to rogue factions or abandoned fleets. No Republic vessels. The Jedi are Granted Title of the true guardians of the galaxy now. If they sense a growing infection, they'll move in before we're ready."
"Acknowledged. The Jedi's newfound ideological shift will likely lead to an increased militarized presence. Avoiding Republic entanglements is optimal for long-term strategic viability."
Jin-Woo grinned. "Good. Then let's build our monster a proper graveyard to rest in… until I wake it up."
Jin-Woo let out a breath, his grin lingering as his form slowly sank into darkness. The world around him dissolved, consumed by an infinite abyss as he submerged into the World of Eternal Slumber—his personal shadow realm.
As his body vanished into the swirling void
Then—an alert. A subtle but distinct shift in Offensive Bias's internal systems.
Warning: Supreme Executor's neural link… severed.
The AI processed the anomaly instantly, its vast computational mind running through countless scenarios within microseconds. His connection to Jin-Woo had never been interrupted before—this was an unknown variable.
"Search… all… galaxy…" Offensive Bias's cold, mechanical voice echoed through the empty corridors. "Supreme Executor… has been swallowed by—"
Before the AI could finish, a new presence emerged.
A heavy landing resonated as Bellion, the Greatest of Jin-Woo's marshal ( The Grand Marshal) , stepped forward from the shadows. His massive, armor-clad figure radiated silent authority, the eerie glow of his black and purple form reflecting off the dim lighting.
The towering knight simply crossed his arms and spoke.
"Do not be afraid, machine construct. His Liege has merely returned to his realm."
A moment of silence. Then, Acknowledged. Offensive Bias processed the information, recalculating the situation.
"The absence of Supreme Executor requires a representative for immediate operations," the AI continued, its logic-driven mind adapting. "Designating one of the Immortal Army as acting liaison."
Bellion nodded, his form shifting as he prepared to depart. Before leaving, he turned his gaze toward Offensive Bias's nearest Sentinel drone. "What of the girl? The one named Rey. She still remains on Halo Installation 07 / zeta halo ."
Offensive Bias processed the query before responding. "Rey has been designated as an independent factor. What directive should be provided?"
Bellion smirked, a rare flicker of amusement crossing his usually emotionless demeanor.
"Tell her this—train hard. His Liege, Jin-Woo, will evaluate her. That should be motivation enough."
With those final words, Bellion's form dissolved into darkness, vanishing back into the void of the Shadow Realm.
Offensive Bias, left alone on the Raptor's now-purged bridge, recalculated the next phase of the Supreme Executor's plan.
"Affirmative. Transmission will be relayed accordingly."
Then, with calculated precision, the AI issued its next command.
"Operation: Create Gravemind—commence."
A low mechanical hum filled the ship as Slipspace portals began to open. Sentinels vanished into the rifts, their cold, unfeeling task now set into motion.
Jin-Woo opened his eyes.
The world around him stretched into infinity—The Dimension of Eternal Slumber.
A vast, limitless expanse of darkness, where the only illumination came from the towering figures kneeling before him—his army. Millions of Shadow Soldiers stood in unwavering silence, their black and purple forms motionless, waiting for their King's command.
At the center of it all, Jin-Woo sat upon his throne, a monolithic structure of pure black stone, pulsing faintly with energy. From this place, he ruled his legion, commanding forces that could end entire civilizations at his whim.
Before anything else, a notification screen materialized before him.
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[Notification: Status Window]
Name: Sung Jin-Woo (2/4 Second Anchor, The Dark Side Anchor)
Age: Unknown
Level: 16 (Low-Level Jedi Knight / Low-Level Sith Warrior)
EXP: 0 / 600,000
Occupation: Unknown
Midichlorian Count: 50,000 (Second Anchor Realized)
Money: 5,000,000 Credits ...….
Equipment for Battle:
-Vectivus' Lightsaber (Black-colored blade)
-Proto-Didact Exoframe
-Sentinel Beam
-Cindershot
...
AI Helper:
-Offensive Bias
-Despondent Pyre
...
[Inventory]
[Incomplete Starforge x1]
[Holocrons of Sith Shrine (Still Being Analyzed)]
[Holocron: Ritual of Immortality]
[Blood Kyber Crystals x30]
[Kaiburr Crystal Shard x2 (Bound to Jin-Woo)]
[Sith Warblade]
[Sith Alchemy Relics]
[Other Sith Shrine Relics (Still Being Analyzed)]
[5 x Gacha Vouchers]
[Zeta Halo Ownership]
[Revan's Armor and Mask]
[Companion Voucher x1]
[Mantle's Approach Teleportation Location Voucher x1]
[Full Kaiburr Crystal x1 (Bound to Jin-Woo)]
[Blackstone Fortress Teleportation Voucher x1]
[Darth Vitiate's Personal Holocron x1]
...
[Force Abilities]
Force Ghost
Force Phantom
Force Jump
Force Pull/Push
Midi-chlorian Manipulation (Locked – Midichlorian count not sufficient)
Force Lightning
Force Throw
Force Telekinesis
Mind Control/Manipulation
Force Choke
Force Drain
Mechu-Deru
Naga Sadow's Force Ability: Projective Telepathy / Battle Meditation
Transfer Essence
...
[Skills & Passive Abilities]
Master Swordsmanship
Expert Marksmanship
Adept Telekinetic Lightsaber Combat
Sith Alchemy
Skill – Muur Talisman
Right to Claim Korriban as Throneworld
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[Titles]
[Sigma] (Buffs aura farming and charismatic speech toward crowds. } {Level: Adept.)
[Endbringer of the Republic] (Only affects Joever Bideney. Causes one of the greatest calamities in galactic history, creating a passive effect of FEAR towards every faction—except Abeloth.)
[I Am Armored Man] (Only affects "Armored Man" or Jin-Woo when using the Exoframe unmasked. Seen as a hero against the crisis. Holds great reputation with Republic senators,and jedi especially senators Ranulph Tarkin.)
...
Jin-Woo smirked as he closed the notification window and leaned back into his throne.
He could feel it—his second anchor had brought him closer to power, unlocking more of his true potential. But it was still not enough.
[ Notification: Status Window – Scanning Shadow Monarch Power… ]
ERROR. ERROR.
Unable to fully analyze power due to incomplete anchoring within this galaxy.
Jin-Woo narrowed his eyes slightly. Of course. Even with two anchors secured, it still isn't enough to fully break the restrictions in this place.
[ Notification: Choice Required ]
*Select a path to further unlock the Shadow Monarch's power in the Star Wars Galaxy : Slumber until the Yinchorri Uprising (33 BBY)
Bonus: Shadow Monarch power increased by 5% (Total: 55%) within the Star Wars Galaxy.
'
*Wait until the Mandalorian Civil War (42–40 BBY)
Bonus: Rewards outside of this galaxy will be added.
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Jin-Woo didn't hesitate.
[Selection: Mandalorian Civil War]
He smirked. "I never liked sleeping too long anyway."
As the notification disappeared, Jin-Woo leaned forward, resting his elbow against the throne's armrest. The Mandalorian Civil War… a perfect opportunity. Not only would it give him another anchor, but it would expand his reach beyond just this galaxy.
For two years, Jin-Woo remained in the Dimension of Eternal Slumber, watching his kingdom of shadows expand, refining his control, waiting for the right moment. He had modified Force Drain, strengthening it, but something was still missing—something that made it incomplete.
And then, finally, the time had come.
As he moved forward, darkness enveloped him. His shadow travel activated, swallowing his form into an abyss of swirling black mist. In the blink of an eye, he was gone from his throne—transported through the Shadow Monarch's domain, his form gliding across dimensions .
Chapter 16 : Mandalorian Civil War 1 : Prologue
Then—solid ground.
A dim, cavernous landscape stretched before him. Mandalore.
The air was thick with silence, untouched by life. This was one of the ancient caves—forgotten, abandoned. A place where warriors of old had once gathered, long before the civil war that was now brewing. The air smelled of dust and rusted metal, the faint remnants of past battles still lingering.
As Jin-Woo stepped forward, a familiar voice resonated through the darkness.
"Welcome back, Supreme Executor." A cold, mechanical voice. Offensive Bias.
In an instant, the Proto-Didact Exoframe reassembled itself around Jin-Woo's body. Mechanical components latched onto his form, piece by piece, seamlessly covering him in an armored shell. His helmet clicked into place, his glowing eyes now concealed behind the smooth, unreadable faceplate.
Jin-Woo flexed his fingers, feeling the weight of the armor settle over him like a second skin.
"Good to be back," he murmured, his voice echoing slightly through the mask.
He glanced around the cave, his instincts sharpening immediately. It was silent—too silent. A natural hiding spot, yet something about it felt… untouched, undisturbed for far too long.
Offensive Bias's voice crackled through the helmet's interface. "Suggestion added: Battle of Korda Six. Key individuals identified—Jaster Mereel and Jango Fett. If successfully persuaded to Supreme Executor's cause, reputation as the Armored Man will be significantly bolstered."
Jin-Woo narrowed his eyes. Jaster Mereel, Mand'alor of the True Mandalorians… and Jango Fett, his successor. Interesting.
Before he could respond, a notification flickered to life across his vision.
...
[Notification: Event Quest Activated]
Quest: Mandalorian Civil War
Description: Ensure Satine Kryze becomes the undisputed ruler of Mandalore while the Death Watch is severely weakened—but still has a chance to regroup. Gain legitimacy in both Mandalore and the Republic. Secure 20% of Mandalore's beskar supply. Change the fate of Jango Fett and Jaster Mereel.
Rewards:
'Holocron of Nomi Sunrider
'1x Companion Voucher
'British Lostbelt Teleportation Voucher (Fate/Grand Order: English Lostbelt)
#Penalty for Failure: Loss of Second Anchor
Note: Do not eliminate the Death Watch entirely—ensure they are severely weakened, but still survive to regroup.
...
Jin-Woo blinked twice. British Lostbelt…? Fate/Grand Order?
That was unexpected. The holocron and the political leverage made sense—but this… this had potential beyond just this galaxy.
Offensive Bias's voice came through the interface. "Supreme Executor, you appear momentarily disrupted. Visual indicators suggest a brief lapse in concentration."
Jin-Woo exhaled slowly, blue eyes glinting with realization. "No, it's nothing."
A cold smirk curled across his face. "Things just keep getting better. And I have a feeling this... Morgan Le Fay... might have more in common with me than I thought."
He raised his hand—two fingers extended—and without another word, Offensive Bias responded instantly.
Slipspace initiated.
Reality folded in on itself in a brief, blue distortion—and Jin-Woo vanished.
The next moment, he stood atop the streets of Sundari, the domed capital of Mandalore. The curved skyline loomed overhead—its gleaming, metallic buildings intact, the protective dome still sealing the city from the desolate wastelands beyond. But something lingered in the air: unease.
Though the city was physically unharmed, its spirit was fractured. Satine Kryze, the pacifist ruler, was gone—evacuated under Jedi protection after multiple assassination attempts. Her absence left a void, and with her pacifist ideals in question, many civilians saw her departure as abandonment.
But as Jin-Woo strode across the thoroughfare in his blackened exoframe, each step drawing a resonant metallic thud, heads turned. Murmurs rippled across the crowd. Whispers of a man clad in armor—who walked alone through fire and plague aboard the Invincible. The Armored Man.
And now, he walked among them.
People parted in his path like a tide. Eyes wide. Conversations halted. Some reached for holopads. Others just stared.
Then, a child broke from the edge of the crowd—a small boy, no older than eight—rushing toward him with a wrinkled piece of paper and a tiny pencil clutched in his hand.
"A-armored Man!" the boy called out, standing directly in Jin-Woo's path. "Can you… can you sign this for me?"
Jin-Woo stared down at the child silently. Then, without a word, he reached out—took the paper—and with a flick of his hand, sliced it into four perfect pieces.
"Get lost," he muttered.
The boy blinked. Then his face lit up with the widest grin.
"Thank you, Armored Man!" he shouted, scooping up the shredded pieces like they were sacred relics.
He bolted back to his family, waving the fragments in his hands, yelling, "Look! He signed it! He's so cool!"
Jin-Woo didn't stop walking. He didn't look back.
But in the corner of his eye, he saw something. A spark. A flicker. A flame reigniting in the people's faces.
Hope—rising in the ruins of this hopeless capital city.
Then came a sound from ahead. The clanking of armor, boots stomping across Sundari's metallic streets. A group of Death Watch soldiers dragged a civilian woman by her hair toward the center square. The lead soldier, a nameless brute with jagged plating and a battered T-shaped visor, yanked her forward and barked to the gathered citizens.
"Your so-called leader, Satine Kryze—the coward pacifist—abandoned you! Left this city, this world, to rot in silence. And this worthless wretch still dares to preach her ideals—preach that peace was the answer!"
He raised a blaster. "Let this be the consequence of treason—"
But the civilian was no longer there.
The square went silent. The blaster aimed at air.
Gasps echoed around the plaza as everyone turned.
The woman now stood beside Jin-Woo. Confused. Blinking. Alive.
She hadn't moved—she had been moved. In an instant.
Offensive Bias's voice clicked in Jin-Woo's comms. "Civilian relocated via short-range slipspace. No visual disruption detected. Illusion of teleportation maintained."
The Death Watch soldier stiffened. "You—interfered with our leader's justice?! Are you defying the will of Tor Vizsla?!"
But before he could say more, another Death Watch member stepped forward and hissed, "Hey—don't be stupid. That's him. That's the Armored Man."
The first soldier hesitated. "What?"
"The one from the Invincible," the other said quietly. "The plague ship. Rumors say he fought the Rakghouls alone, held the hangar, rescued Jedi, Senator Tarkin. Hell, they say he killed the infection with just his fists."
All eyes turned to Jin-Woo. But he said nothing. He didn't even stop walking. He simply... ignored them.
However, the Death Watch wasn't about to let him walk away so easily. Their jetpacks fired to life, and in an instant, the soldiers rocketed in front of him, blocking his path. The lead soldier, his voice dripping with arrogance, raised his weapon and sneered.
"It's our lucky day. Our leader, Tor Vizsla, wants your armor tech. You can come with us... or we'll drag your corpse back."
The air grew tense. The atmosphere around Jin-Woo began to shift, becoming suffused with a dark, almost suffocating presence.
A hiss broke the silence as the right half of his helmet slid open, revealing only one eye. That single eye glowed—not blue, but a deep, overwhelming purple.
His presence thickened. The shadows at his feet twitched unnaturally.
...
[Notification: Emergency Quest Activated]
Quest: Kill the Enemies
Description: There are people who want to kill the Shadow Monarch. Eliminate all threats. Ensure your dominance.
Reward: 600,000 EXP, [Force Rage]
Penalty for Failure: Lose all Anchors. Permanent banishment from this galaxy.
...
Jin-Woo's lips curled into a sinister smile, his voice low and brimming with thrill.
"Huhuhu… AHAHAHAHHAHA! It's been too long. Too long since I've felt this much excitement."
The plaza fell deathly silent.
The Death Watch soldiers instinctively staggered back. One of them whispered, trembling, "What… what the hell is he…?"
Jin-Woo didn't answer. Instead, in a flash of movement, he summoned the black-bladed lightsaber—Vectivus' lightsaber.
With a single arc, he cleaved through the closest Death Watch soldier. The blade, darker than midnight, shimmered with oppressive energy. The body hit the ground before the sound of the cut caught up.
One of the soldiers gasped. "T-The Darksaber?! But it's supposed to be with our leader—Tor Vizsla!"
Too late. Jin-Woo raised his left hand.
Crackling black electricity exploded from his fingers. [Force Lightning].
Five soldiers were caught in the arc, writhing in agony as black lightning engulfed their bodies, burning through their armor, their screams echoing across the square. One by one, they collapsed—smoking, twitching husks.
Only two remained.
Jin-Woo stepped forward—and reached out his hand again. [Force Drain].
The shadow swirled beneath the second-to-last Mandalorian. His body convulsed violently as life force was sucked from every inch of his form. Within seconds, he disintegrated into dust, leaving only the leader.
The last Death Watch soldier—pinned, trembling—raised his arm in weak defiance.
"If you kill me… there goes the ideal of pacifism. The same one that Satine Kryze stands for. You destroy her dream with your actions."
Jin-Woo didn't speak. His smirk deepened.
With a flick of his fingers, he raised the man into the air using Force Telekinesis.
The soldier kicked and thrashed, floating just above the center of the plaza. Civilians watched—horrified, silent—as Jin-Woo slowly clenched his hand.
The man's arm tore free from his shoulder, ripped away cleanly by invisible force. Blood sprayed across the polished tiles. Screams erupted from the crowd. The horror on their faces wasn't just at the violence…
It was realization. A public execution.
Jin-Woo stood beneath the levitating, twitching body, his cold gaze unblinking, his voice flat.
"Shouldn't you be worried about your own fate… huh?" he asked, tilting his head ever so slightly.
The last Death Watch soldier, gritting through the pain, gasped out, "If I tell you something… something that's about to happen in the next ten minutes… will you let me go?"
Jin-Woo said nothing. Only silence.
The soldier took that as a lifeline. "The Battle of Korda," he coughed. "It's about to happen. Jaster Mereel… he's going down with it."
Jin-Woo's head shifted slightly. "That's very good information," he said. "But I was already aware of it. Thanks for the heads-up."
The soldier's eyes widened. "W-Wait, you said—"
"I didn't say anything," Jin-Woo interrupted calmly.
"People always… misinterpret silence."
The soldier's breath caught in his throat. "You said… you said—!"
Jin-Woo raised his hand.
The air around the soldier suddenly compressed with a thunderous snap. His body imploded midair, exploding in a geyser of blood and shredded armor. A rain of gore poured down in a wide arc over the stone street, painting the square in crimson mist.
The crowd screamed. Some fell to their knees. Others backed away in utter terror.
And Jin-Woo? He didn't flinch.
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[Notification: Emergency Quest Completed]
Quest: Kill the Enemies (Completed)
Description: There are people who want to kill the Shadow Monarch. Eliminate all threats. Ensure your dominance.
Reward: 600,000 EXP , [Force Rage has evolved into Force Enrage] (Due to hidden optional objective completed)
[Optional Objective Completed: Reveal that the Armored Man is not a goodie-two-shoes in the capital city of Mandalore]
Penalty for Failure: Lose all Anchors. Permanent banishment from this galaxy. (Nulled)
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He simply walked forward, his boots splashing through the blood. No remorse. No pause. Just progress.
Jin-woo lifted his gaze to the horrified onlookers. "You hear that, Offensive Bias?"
"Affirmative," came the AI's voice. "Processing data and integrating fear signatures across all observation networks. Slipspace engagement commencing—destination: Korda Six."
The world around Jin-Woo folded in on itself in a ripple of black and violet, and then—he was gone.