A long time ago, a being who had transcended mortality, who had climbed beyond the concept of gods and reached the realm of Hadou Gods, waged war against an unknown enemy. He was not just powerful—he was the embodiment of Cruellty , a force beyond the comprehension of even the most enlightened entities across the multiverse.
He fell, cast down from his throne beyond existence itself. His name, once spoken with reverence or fear, was erased, sealed away along with the very essence of his true power. He should have ceased to be, forgotten by time and space itself. But his will refused to be extinguished.
Even though his original strength remained bound, one power still resonated within him—the power of the Shadow Monarch. The gift he had once received from Ashborn, a power of absolute dominion over death and shadows, remained intact. This power had allowed him to conquer his homeworld, save it from destruction, and bring peace after the war against the Monarchs. With his world safe, he had thought his journey was over.
When he opened his eyes once more, he found himself in the world of Reternal slumber . It was his domain, the infinite void where his army of the dead slumbered, waiting for his call. Yet, something was different. The multiversal pathways that should have stretched endlessly across realities were now sealed. Only one universe remained accessible to him—the Star Wars universe.
Sung Jin-Woo was aware of how the story played out from beginning to end. The rise and fall of empires, the endless cycle of war between Jedi and Sith, the fate of the Republic, the deception of the Sith Lords, the fragile hope of the Rebellion, and the coming storm of conflicts beyond what most could comprehend.
It's been eons... But regaining my true power is still difficult. Yet I have only clawed back a fraction of what was lost.
His presence stirred the shadows. Thousands—no, millions—of figures knelt before him within the endless darkness, their forms shrouded in the abyss. His army had not faded. They still awaited his orders.
Sung Jin-Woo—no, the being who once held a name greater than any god—stood, his purple eyes glowing faintly in the void. The universe before him was vast, filled with war, strife, and corruption. The Jedi, the Sith, the Republic, the Empire—none of them mattered to him.
But now, in this galaxy far, far away, his reawakening had begun.
Without hesitation, Jin-Woo moved. A single step in the void was all it took, and his body vanished from the world repose . When he reappeared, he stood atop a desolate asteroid, a lifeless rock floating in the endless abyss of space. The frigid cold, the vacuum devoid of oxygen—none of it mattered to him. His black coat barely moved in the stillness as he observed his surroundings in silence.
His purple eyes narrowed as he gazed toward a nearby mining facility embedded into the asteroid's surface.
If this place is what I think it is... then this is probably where Vectivus died. Not that I have money anyway.
Darth Vectivus—a Sith Lord known not for destruction, but for his wealth and influence, a master of Dark Side techniques that did not require war to enforce power. A mere footnote in history. the location itself held significance.
A force—not the Force, but something more fundamental—pushed back against him. It was subtle at first, like a faint resistance against his movements, but with each step, it intensified. It was not a natural phenomenon. It was something designed to reject him.
The galaxy itself was resisting his existence. Jin-Woo narrowed his eyes.
So that's how it is… The laws of this universe don't accept me. It's trying to push me back.
He didn't panic. He had experienced something similar before when he crossed into worlds where existence itself fought against foreign entities. The solution was simple.
Jin-Woo lifted his hand, forming a seal of suppression, and without hesitation, he locked away 50% of his power. In exchange, he forced his essence to anchor itself to this reality. The invisible resistance faded immediately, the pressure vanishing as if it had never been there.
A sudden shift in the shadows behind him caused him to glance back.
A dark shadow , towering figure emerged from his shadow—a monstrous humanoid with an insectoid exoskeleton, sharp claws, and piercing eyes. His mandibles clicked as he lowered his head in reverence.
"My liege," Beru knelt, his voice filled with concern. "What has happened?"
Jin-Woo exhaled lightly. "Nothing. Return to the shadows."
Beru hesitated for a fraction of a second but obeyed, bowing deeply before sinking back into the darkness beneath Jin-Woo's feet.
Without wasting another moment, Jin-Woo moved toward the abandoned asteroid mining facility. The metal structures embedded into the rock had long since rusted, the atmosphere filled with a cold stillness that not even time could erode. His steps were soundless as he entered, walking through the ruined corridors of a place long forgotten.
Then, they appeared. Force phantoms.
Countless spectral figures of the dead surrounded him, lingering like echoes of the past. Their hollowed-out forms flickered with traces of the Dark Side, remnants of those who had perished here long ago. Yet, despite their overwhelming presence, they did not attack.
More than that—they did not dare to move.
Jin-Woo stopped, his blue eyes glancing at the specters without the slightest reaction. They trembled, shifting restlessly, but none of them advanced.
(note : why Blue Eyes Because He Is Weaken by 50%)
Then, one figure began to take shape, solidifying before him.
A tall, shadowed figure in Sith robes, his presence still carrying an air of intelligence rather than raw malice. The ghost of Darth Vectivus—the so-called Sith Lord of business and wealth.
Vectivus studied him with mild curiosity before speaking.
"I have lived for a long time," the Sith Lord mused, "but this is the first time I've seen the dead too afraid to attack someone. That means one of two things." He lifted a ghostly hand, counting on his fingers. "One, you are an incredibly powerful Sith Lord... or perhaps an exceptionally strong Jedi Master."
He paused, narrowing his hollow, ghostly eyes at Jin-Woo.
"The second possibility? I have no idea what you are. So tell me—are you the first or the second?"
Jin-Woo remained completely silent.
His stare was blank, unreadable—as if Vectivus was nothing more than a piece of scenery.
The Sith Lord's eyebrow twitched. "...This is awkward. Aren't you at least going to act surprised? Maybe jump back in shock or, I don't know, gasp dramatically?"
Jin-Woo said nothing.
Vectivus sighed, crossing his arms. "Fine. Be like that." He waved a hand dismissively. "Just pretend I'm not here. Take whatever credits you want and get out."
Jin-Woo was about to say something when Vectivus suddenly cut him off.
"Yeah, yeah—my secret stash, my legendary knowledge about Force Phantoms, all my Sith Lord wisdom—blah blah blah, I get it, you're here for that," Vectivus muttered, waving his ghostly hand like he was brushing off an annoying salesman.
Jin-Woo's blue eyes twitched slightly. "Oyyyy. Hear what I'm saying."
Vectivus froze mid-gesture, blinking. Then, a slow grin spread across his ghostly face.
It was only now that he finally looked down.
His smirk faltered slightly as he saw what lay beneath Jin-Woo's feet.
The shadows shifted. A swirling abyss of pure darkness pulsed unnaturally, stretching beyond human comprehension. It was not just darkness—it was something far worse. A realm of the dead that obeyed only one master.
Vectivus's grin flickered as he instinctively took a step back. "...Fine. Let's hear it."
Jin-Woo exhaled slightly. "Teach me your Force abilities."
The Sith Lord stared. Then he laughed—an exasperated, almost incredulous laugh.
"Are you kidding me? You—" Vectivus motioned vaguely at him, then at the swirling mass of darkness beneath Jin-Woo, where millions of shadows waited, silent and loyal. "You literally carry an entire army of the dead beneath you, and you want my Force abilities?"
Vectivus scoffed, rubbing his temples. "Do you even realize how ridiculous that sounds? My Force Phantoms are basically glorified spooky Sith ghosts." He gestured at the silent spirits around them. "You? You have actual, physical undead warriors. Do you know how much effort it takes to manifest a Force Phantom? And you want to learn my techniques when you can just raise an army by standing still?"
Jin-Woo's blue eyes remained unblinking. ""Teach me your Force abilities. How to use them your way. Not like other Sith."
Vectivus let out a sharp, amused exhale. "Someone who's better at controlling the dead than me asking for my expertise?" He smirked. "That's a very stupid situation. But I'm intrigued."
The ghostly Sith Lord folded his arms, his gaze turning skeptical. "Use the Force in my way? You mean the boring way of living? Because I hope you realize, the great legend of Darth Vectivus is that I was just a Sith Lord who also happened to be a businessman." He raised an eyebrow. "You still want the boring way? Not like any of the others? Not like Bane? Not like the ones who destroyed and rebuilt the Sith over and over again?"
Jin-Woo didn't hesitate. "Of all the Sith, you're the only one who broke the system."
Vectivus narrowed his hollow, ghostly eyes.
Jin-Woo continued, his voice calm, indifferent, but absolute. "You're the only Sith who died in the loving arms of your family and friends." His blue eyes locked onto the Sith Lord. "As far as I know."
For the first time, Vectivus went silent.
He regarded Jin-Woo with new eyes, the usual arrogance fading slightly.
"First off..." He exhaled, rubbing his temples again. "What are you? I can tell you don't use the Force, but you probably could fight a high-end Sith Lord if you wanted. And I've never heard of anything like you. Not once in my entire life."
Jin-Woo's voice remained flat. "I'm not from here."
Vectivus tilted his head in confused .
"I mean," Jin-Woo clarified, "not from this galaxy."
The Sith Lord froze. For a moment, the room felt even colder than the void outside.
"...Huh?" Vectivus blinked, his spectral form flickering slightly. His voice carried genuine disbelief. "What?"
Jin-Woo, as always, remained unfazed. He spoke, his voice calm and direct. He come from a world where two opposing forces—the Rulers and the Monarchs—waged an endless war. Each side had enough power to destroy entire planets in a single blow , and their battles shaped the fate of existence itself. The Rulers sought to bring order, while the Monarchs existed to bring absolute destruction. For eons, they clashed, wiping out entire civilizations in the process. And he was one of them.
Vectivus stared at him, completely still. Then, he exhaled sharply and ran a ghostly hand down his face.
"That's crazy. That's insane. And I say that as a Sith." He pointed at Jin-Woo. "So let me guess. Judging by your power, you were the Monarch of the Dead."
Jin-Woo neither confirmed nor denied it, but his silence was answer enough.
Vectivus huffed. "Well, damn. Not gonna lie, that explains a lot. But I'm not an idiot, so I'm asking you again. Be honest."
His ghostly eyes narrowed. "First: Why do you need to learn from me?"
Jin-Woo didn't hesitate. "I have a problem anchoring myself to this galaxy."
Vectivus nodded slowly. "...Huh. That actually makes sense. And the second?" His voice sharpened. "Can you banish the undead from the living world?"
Jin-Woo's expression remained unreadable. "I can banish the dead. Completely. Erase them from the living."
Vectivus suddenly looked much more interested. "Now that," he said, rubbing his chin, "is something worth talking about." He crossed his arms, pacing slightly before looking back at Jin-Woo. "Fine. I'll teach you."
Jin-Woo gave him a small nod. "I assume you want something in return."
Vectivus smirked. "Of course. I wouldn't be a Sith if I didn't."
Jin-Woo's blue eyes locked onto him. "Revenge against your apprentice?"
Vectivus let out a sharp laugh. "Hah! No. All you Sith think the same way, huh?" He grinned. "I'll have you know, my apprentice waited for me to die in bed and did nothing. Which, I respect."
Jin-Woo blinked. That was... unexpected.
Vectivus chuckled, shaking his head. "Unlike most Sith, he didn't betray me, didn't stab me in the back, didn't try to claim my power. He just let me die. Honestly? That's probably the most Sith thing anyone has ever done."
Jin-Woo remained silent, waiting. Vectivus' grin faded slightly. His voice turned more solemn. "What I want... is simple."
He gestured to himself, to his ghostly form trapped in the remnants of his old lair. "Banish me. Let me join with the Force."
Jin-Woo tilted his head slightly. "Don't tell me the Dark Side of the Force is fickle and refuses to let you go… just because you used ghosts to pickaxe rocks."
Vectivus snorted. "One of the reasons, ." He folded his arms. "But mostly, it's because my apprentice forgot to destroy my holocron." He sighed, rubbing his forehead like an exhausted businessman. "Whether he admired my way or hated it, I don't know. But what's done is done."
He smirked slightly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Now, I'm going to teach you the boring way of the Sith… and how to get rich while doing it."
Jin-Woo said nothing, simply nodding as he listened.
For hours, he sat in silence, absorbing everything Vectivus taught him. Unlike the other Sith Lords who twisted the Dark Side into an instrument of rage, passion, and destruction, Vectivus explained that the key to bypassing the Dark Side's restrictions was far simpler.
"Forget blind anger," Vectivus said, pacing in front of Jin-Woo. "The real secret to power is ambition and proving superiority. That's it. You don't need to be a mindless berserker like Darth Bane or some unstable lunatic obsessed with betrayal. The Dark Side rewards control, strategy, and execution. It's about taking what you want without being some raging idiot."
Jin-Woo absorbed every word.
Finally, Vectivus clapped his hands together. "Alright. Enough of the philosophy. Time for something practical." He raised a ghostly hand. "We'll start with Telekinesis."
The moment he said it, the walls around them shuddered. The abandoned asteroid base groaned under an unseen force as debris floated into the air.
"Telekinesis is the foundation of everything," Vectivus continued. "It includes simple techniques like Force Push and Force Barrier. Without it, you're just a guy waving his hands around looking stupid." He gestured toward a pile of rusted mining equipment. "Your turn. Move it."
Jin-Woo closed his eyes for a moment, then reached out.
The air shifted. The dark energy around him flexed, and in an instant, the debris lifted off the ground. He focused, and with a mere thought, he sent it crashing against the wall with a violent thud.
Vectivus raised an eyebrow. "...Huh."
Jin-Woo exhaled slightly, lowering his hand.
Vectivus chuckled. "You're pretty fast for an alien in our galaxy."
Jin-Woo's blue eyes met his. "I'm very teachable."
Vectivus let out a satisfied sigh and clapped his ghostly hands together. "No point wasting time.
With that, he went all in, dumping centuries of Sith knowledge into Jin-Woo's mind at an absurd pace. Telekinesis, Force Lightning, Force Phantoms, and the elusive technique of creating a Force Ghost—Vectivus left nothing out.
He didn't teach like a traditional Sith Lord, no dramatic monologues about the Dark Side's philosophy—just raw knowledge, tested and refined. Jin-Woo, with his unnatural ability to adapt, absorbed it all like a machine.
After hours of relentless training, Vectivus finally took a step back, looking at Jin-Woo with something between exhaustion and amusement.
"Alright, alright," Vectivus waved his hands, as if signaling a break.
"Show me your results. But before that—what's your name?"
Jin-Woo stood still for a moment before answering. "Sung Jin-Woo."
Vectivus smirked. "Right. Sung Jin-Woo. Now, show me your Dark Side of the Force in a form that every Sith can recognize."
Jin-Woo lifted his hand. The air around him crackled. The abandoned mining base shuddered as an unnatural energy surged through it. Then—lightning erupted from his fingertips.
But it was not blue. It was black.
The dark lightning arced through the air, twisting like a living entity, tendrils of abyssal energy flickering with unnatural motion as they struck against the cold, lifeless walls. The entire structure groaned under the pressure, the sheer force of the attack distorting the very atmosphere around them.
Vectivus' ghostly eyes widened.
"Wait—why isn't it blue?!" His expression shifted from intrigue to pure confusion. "Why the hell is your lightning black?"
Jin-Woo remained silent.
Vectivus stared for a few seconds, then sighed, shaking his head. "Not my problem anyway."
With a flick of his ghostly hand, he used Telekinesis to move two objects toward Jin-Woo—a lightsaber and a thick stack of credit cards. The lightsaber was old, elegant, yet simple in design, clearly a relic from Vectivus' era.
"Now you are officially my second apprentice." Vectivus smirked. "That's my lightsaber. I hope it serves you well."
Jin-Woo caught it effortlessly, his blue eyes scanning the weapon.
"...It's empty," he said flatly. "The kyber crystal isn't there."
Vectivus blinked. Then, his face twisted in irritation as he snatched the hilt back and inspected it.
"That little bastard really did hate me." He groaned, shaking his head. "At least let me know you hate me, you thieving bastard!" He huffed before tossing the empty lightsaber back to Jin-Woo. "Guess you'll have to get your own crystal. Consider it a Sith tradition."
Jin-Woo caught it again without reaction.
Vectivus exhaled, rubbing his temples. "Anyway, if you're serious about this whole getting rich while mastering the Dark Side thing, then you should know—a lot of my treasures are still scattered across the galaxy."
"In one of my safes, there's a map that'll lead you to them. If you ever need it."
Jin-Woo tilted his head slightly. "You sure you want to leave the living world? Since you're a Sith, I don't know where you'll end up. Jedi join the Force when they die. Sith? They just... vanish."
Vectivus chuckled. "Yeah, well—better than being stuck here for another century." He gave a smirk, then sighed, looking up as if sensing time itself. "Besides, I already calculated it's 13,956 GRS (Galactic Republic Standard)." He let out a small laugh. "It's been way too long."
Jin-Woo's blue eyes flickered with thought.
Twelve years before the Phantom Menace.I still have time to prepare.
Vectivus turned back to him with a smirk. "Now . My reward—set me free from this prison."
Jin-Woo lifted a hand. "Cancel the dead."
The moment the words left his mouth, Vectivus' form began to dissolve.
Like sand being swept away by the wind, the Sith Lord's essence faded, unraveling into nothing.
Vectivus let out a satisfied sigh, his voice echoing as he vanished.
"Get rich, Jin-Woo. I don't want my apprentice to be poor."
And with that, Darth Vectivus disappeared forever.
Jin-Woo stood alone in the abandoned mining facility, the eerie silence of the asteroid surrounding him. The shadows flickered at his feet, restless, as if sensing a shift in reality itself.
Then, it happened. A faint humming sound, mechanical yet almost imperceptible, resonated in the air. A notification screen materialized before his eyes, glowing softly with an unnatural presence.
[Notification: Star Wars Player System has been activated.]
Jin-Woo's blue eyes sharpened. He had expected something—this galaxy had been rejecting him the moment he entered it, and to counter that, he had sealed half of his power. But now, his guess had been proven correct.
This universe had adjusted to his presence, forming a system that attempted to categorize him.
His smirk deepened.
In every world, in every system, leveling is the simplest way to regain power.
If I use my sealed 50% as a foundation and modify the Force to suit my needs…
Then this is extremely beneficial to me.
The notification expanded, showing detailed information about his current status.
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Status
Name: Sung Jin-Woo
Age: Unknown
Level: 15 (Low-Level Jedi Knight / Low-Level Sith Warrior)
EXP: Still Counting
Occupation: Unknown
Midichlorian Count: 25,000
Money: 1,000,000 Credits
Force Abilities:
[Force Ghost][Force Phantom][Force Jump][Force Pull/Push][Midi-chlorian Manipulation] (Locked – Midi-chlorian count not sufficient)[Force Lightning][Force Throw][Force Telekinesis][Mind Control/Manipulation][Force Choke]
Skills & Abilities:
[Master Swordsmanship][Expert Marksmanship][Basic Telekinetic Lightsaber Combat]
Note: Imperfect system detected. Additional anchor required to integrate into this galaxy's system properly.
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Jin-Woo's smirk didn't fade. The system wants to use me?
His blue eyes gleamed coldly. "Then I'll make it mine."
Suddenly, the notification screen flickered violently, the glowing text glitching and distorting as if struggling to process his existence.
[Notification: ERROR. ERROR. Unable to detect original power.]
[Notification: ERROR. ERROR. Unable to recognize Shadow Monarch abilities.]
[Notification: SYSTEM FAILURE—CRITICAL DATA MISSING.]
Jin-Woo remained still, watching the system struggle.
I see.the system is too weak to handle my full existence.
It had tried to categorize him as a Force user—tried to fit him into the galaxy's rules—but his original power was beyond its comprehension. The Shadow Monarch's authority and his sealed divinity didn't register within this framework.
Jin-Woo exhaled lightly.
"Looks like I need a bigger anchor to perfect the system. This will take a lot of my time."
Suddenly, the screen flickered again. A new notification popped up, its text glowing more aggressively than before.
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[Notification: Sudden Quest]
Quest Title: Reawaken the Anchor
Description: : Collect as much money or expensive items as needed to establish your dominance in the galaxy.
Current Progress: 1,000,000 / 10,000,000 Credits
Reward: Another piece of the anchor to stabilize the system.
Defeat Condition: Banishment from the galaxy.
Time Limit: 48 Hours
Hidden Objectives: Unknown
Hidden Rewards: Unknown
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Jin-Woo read the notification, then let out a short sigh.
"I miss the Architect. At least he wasn't this pushy."