Karness Muur's breathing turned heavy. Impossible.
Even in his own domain, where his power was absolute, where he had manipulated minds, twisted souls, and devoured Force users for millennia—he was the one being crushed. How?
He knew this man was powerful the moment he appeared—but this? This was beyond any Sith or Jedi he had ever encountered.
Celeste Morne stood frozen, staring at the sight before her—the legendary Karness Muur, one of the most feared Sith Lords in history, the man whose name was whispered in dread, the very being that had bound her for thousands of years—
On his knees. Before a man she didn't even know. And Jin-Woo hadn't even moved.
Karness Muur gritted his teeth, rage flickering across his sunken face. Unacceptable. He would not allow this humiliation to stand. His body trembled, not from fear, but from sheer fury as he gathered his power, forcing himself to rise.
"You may have power, but this is my domain!" Muur's voice cracked like thunder, his outstretched hand trembling as the ground beneath them split apart.
From the abyss, countless Rakghouls crawled out, their twisted, grotesque bodies moving with unnatural speed. Thousands of them—screeching, howling, their glowing yellow eyes filled with hunger.
A storm of monsters, endless in number.
Jin-Woo watched without concern. He let Muur bask in the delusion of control, let him speak his empty words, let him summon his horde.
"You are trapped here," Muur declared, his voice filled with arrogance. "No matter how strong you are, you are in my mind, my world. You will never leave."
Jin-Woo let out a breath. A slow, deliberate exhale. His blue eyes burned coldly as he tilted his head ever so slightly.
"No, pathetic cheap necromancer." His tone was almost disappointed. "You're locked in here with me."
Karness Muur froze.
Jin-Woo took a single step forward, and the sky darkened.
A wave of suffocating pressure rolled across the battlefield, swallowing the very light from the world itself. The air trembled as an infinite void stretched across the horizon.
From the endless darkness, countless eyes opened.
Not two. Not hundreds. Millions. A horrifying presence loomed over the battlefield, so vast that even Muur's mental domain—his own world—seemed insignificant before it.
And then, they emerged.
Shadow Soldiers. An unstoppable army, clad in blackened armor, their eyes glowing with eerie blue light.
A force that made Muur's Rakghouls look like mere insects.
The shadows knelt before Jin-Woo, their collective voices ringing out in absolute unity. "My liege, what is your command?"
Before Jin-Woo could say anything,
Beru, as always, spoke up first. "Our liege wants us to clear the path for his glory!"
The moment those words left Beru's mandibles, the shadow army reacted instantly.
"For the Monarchhhhh!" A deafening roar erupted across the battlefield as the shadows surged forward, an unstoppable tide of destruction.
The Rakghouls never stood a chance.
Before they could even react, they were ripped apart.
The shadows descended upon them like executioners, swords cleaving through flesh, claws piercing through bone. The battlefield became a massacre, an overwhelming genocide where nothing of Karness Muur's creations could survive.
The Sith Lord watched in horror. His mental domain, his reality, was being torn apart by an army that should not exist.
Celeste Morne remained silent.
She had seen many wars. Fought many battles. But this?
This was not a battle. This was slaughter.
Jin-Woo, unbothered, turned his gaze toward Bellion and Igris.
The two strongest shadows stood at his side, watching the battlefield unfold.
Slowly, both of them raised their hands—a silent gesture of denial. "We had nothing to do with this."
Jin-Woo sighed. He didn't even have to look at Beru to know exactly whose fault this was.
Meanwhile, Karness Muur remained speechless.
He was one of the most powerful Sith Lords in history. A master of Sith magic, a commander of plagues, a tyrant feared by Jedi and Sith alike.
And yet, he stood paralyzed.
Because the man before him—the one who had barely lifted a finger—was beyond any nightmare he could have ever imagined.
Jin-Woo exhaled, his blue eyes locked onto the trembling Sith Lord.
"Karness Muur. The most powerful Sith, that's what they say." His tone was unreadable, almost indifferent. "However, to me? You're just a commander of overrated zombies who know how to use blasters."
Muur's hollowed eyes twitched with anger.
"I— I have knowledge!" His voice cracked, trying to regain control. "A map! Secrets of the galaxy that even the Sith do not know! Even you do not—"
Jin-Woo stepped forward. Muur immediately froze.
"The only thing you have now," Jin-Woo said, his voice carrying a weight that felt inhuman, "is that overrated amulet."
Then, he unleashed it.
Jin-Woo's true power. Not as the Shadow Monarch. Not as the Heir of Ashborn.
But as the one who had once battled gods themselves.
Saoshyant Aushedar. The air collapsed. A crushing, suffocating force erupted from Jin-Woo's body, an unseen pressure that tore through the very foundation of the Sith Lord's mental domain.
The sky shattered. The ground cracked apart, splitting into endless fissures as an unstoppable wave of killing intent blanketed the entire reality.
The ability was simple. The stronger his killing intent, the stronger he became. And right now—jin woo killing intent was at its peak.
The sheer density of his presence made everyone kneel.
Even his own shadows, despite their loyalty, their unwavering faith, collapsed beneath the pressure.
Beru's mandibles clattered violently as his form trembled, trying desperately to remain upright. Bellion gritted his teeth, his sword arm shaking, while Igris found himself forced onto one knee.
Jin-Woo didn't even glance at them. His gaze remained fixed on Karness Muur.
The Sith Lord's eyes widened in terror. He had seen death countless times, inflicted it upon thousands, but now—he was staring at something beyond death.
He tried to speak, to bargain, to do anything—but Jin-Woo had already decided his fate.
With a single, fluid motion, he slashed.
The black blade of Vectivus' lightsaber cut through Karness Muur like an executioner's judgment. There was no resistance, no final scream—only absolute silence.
The Sith Lord crumbled, his very essence collapsing in on itself.
For the first time in millennia, Karness Muur was dead.
Jin-Woo exhaled softly. Then, without hesitation, he spoke one word.
"Arise."
Darkness rippled outward.
The already shattered reality of Muur's domain twisted and groaned, as if resisting the sheer unnatural force of Jin-Woo's command. And then, from the void—
Karness Muur rose again. Not as a Sith Lord. Not as a specter clinging to cursed relics. But as a Shadow Soldier.
Jin-Woo's blue eyes flickered as he observed the result. A notification appeared in his vision.
[Shadow Extraction: Success.]
[Karness Muur: Elite Knight]
Jin-Woo snorted.
"Truly an overrated Sith."
Without another word, he dismissed him. Karness Muur's newly formed shadow sank into the abyss, retreating into Jin-Woo's domain where all his soldiers awaited their next summons.
Celeste Morne, who had been kneeling , stood completely still.
She hadn't even seen what happened. One moment, Karness Muur had been there—alive. The next, he was gone.
Her body was tense, her breathing shallow. She had spent centuries resisting the corruption of Muur's talisman, believing herself to be strong, to be unbreakable.
Yet now, she realized—she had never even known what true power was.
The man standing before her—this Monarch—was beyond anything she could comprehend.
And now, her life depended on his decision.
Before she could even process what was happening, Celeste Morne sank into the darkness.
Bellion stepped forward, his towering form kneeling slightly. "My liege, I have placed the woman's mind into a forced sleep."
Jin-Woo nodded.
"This is still Karness Muur's domain… impressive, but I need to be two steps ahead of the system."
The thought alone made him smirk. If the system was going to force objectives on him, then he would bend it to his will.
His preparations began immediately.
Using the same ability as Kandiaru, the Architect from his previous world—the one who manipulated an entire world's flow—Jin-Woo restructured reality.
The Muur Talisman—the real one—was still here.
But not for long.
At that moment, a perfect replica materialized, indistinguishable from the original. A creation born from pure shadow, identical in every way.
At the exact moment this reality collapsed and the acceleration of thought ended, the real Muur Talisman would vanish.
Launched to an unknown destination—directly into the core of the Dark Side of the Force itself.
A place where even the Sith feared to tread.
Jin-Woo let out a satisfied breath.
"Thought acceleration is really flexible."
His mind was already racing through possibilities. The hidden quest objectives were unknown, meaning there was room for exploitation.
If he played this right, he wouldn't just complete the quest. He would milk it for every possible reward.
Meanwhile, in the Stark space station — Inside the Defender-class Light Corvette, Jin-Woo activated his next move.
The real Muur Talisman was implanted with a shadow.
[Shadow Promotion: Success.]
[Karness Muur: General]
The former Sith Lord was reborn once again.
Jin-Woo glanced down at the artifact, his voice calm. "Now that I've promoted you, do your thing."
The real Muur Talisman was already gone, and in its place, the fake one now rested—a flawless copy, indistinguishable to anyone.
As Jin-Woo spoke, the true artifact was being launched far beyond reach—to an unknown location deep within the core of the Dark Side itself.
At that exact moment, Celeste Morne's body twitched. Her breathing was sharp and erratic as she returned to consciousness, coughing as she struggled to sit up. Her eyes fluttered open—then widened.
The Muur Talisman lay shattered beneath Jin-Woo's boot, crushed into worthless fragments. She stared, frozen, unable to believe it. Centuries of torment, endless whispers, the slow, maddening decay of her mind—gone. The weight that had clung to her soul for so long had vanished, leaving only silence.
She let out a shaky breath. Relief. That was what she felt. But even as the tension left her shoulders, something colder settled in its place. She looked at Jin-Woo, the man responsible for her freedom, and knew instantly—he was not her ally.
No Jedi. No Sith. Something worse.
His presence didn't feel like a Sith's corruption, born from rage and ambition.. He simply was the darkness itself.
Her fingers twitched toward where her lightsaber should be—only to find it gone. She clenched her jaw. He had taken it without effort, as if disarming her had been nothing more than an afterthought.
She exhaled, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "That thing tormented me for centuries. You don't know what it's like to have your mind constantly poisoned by whispers."
Jin-Woo said nothing.
Celeste swallowed, her grip tightening. "But you…" Her voice was quieter now, more cautious. "You're more dangerous than any Sith I've ever encountered."
She was free from one monster. And now, she was at the mercy of another.
Jin-Woo glanced at his status window.
[ Notification: Quest Completed ]
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Quest Title: The Second Anchor
Description: Find a very durable Sith artifact, Jedi artifact, or any relic of immense power to further anchor yourself within the galaxy.
Choices of Artifacts:
Yavin 4 Temple (Dark Side Nexus)
Muur Talisman (Artifact of the Ancient Sith Lord Karness Muur) (Completed)
Ossus Jedi Holocron Vault (A hidden Jedi archive containing knowledge lost to time)
Reward:
[Hardest Difficulty Awarded: Zeta Halo (Halo Installation 07) Location Teleportation Voucher]
[All Choices Reward: Second Anchor Error: Anchor Already Implanted by the Player via Muur Talisman]
[All Choices Reward Renewed: Gacha Voucher x5]
Jin-Woo smirked.
"Zeta Halo… Now that's an interesting prize."
A Forerunner installation, home to some of the most advanced AI constructs in history. If luck wasn't on his side, he might just end up with Despondent Pyre, a mere caretaker AI.
But if he hit the jackpot…
Offensive Bias. A Forerunner AI designed for war, built to counteract even the most overwhelming threats.
Jin-Woo saw the look in Celeste's eyes—she truly believed he had destroyed the damned talisman.
Then, another notification appeared before him.
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[ Notification: Hidden Quest Completed. ]
Hidden Objectives (Muur Talisman Choice): Celeste Morne believes you destroyed the Muur Talisman, while in truth, you used it to create the Second Anchor.
Hidden Rewards:
-500,000 EXP
-Revan's Armor and Mask
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Before he could even process that, another notification flashed.
[ Notification: Level Up. ]
Jin-Woo opened his status window.
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 Realised )
Money: 5,000,000 Credits (Updated: from Sith Shrine Loot)
Equipment : vectivus lightsaber
Inventory:
[Incomplete Starforge x1]
[Holocrons of Sith Shrine (Still Being Analyzed)]
[Holocron: Ritual of Immortality]
[Blood Kyber Crystals x30]
[Kaibur Crystal Shard (Bound to Jin-Woo)]
[Sith Warblade]
[Sith Alchemy Relics]
[Other Sith Shrine Relics (Still Being Analyzed)]
[5 Gacha Vouchers]
[Zeta Halo Teleportation Voucher]
[Revan's Armor and Mask]
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 & Abilities:
[Master Swordsmanship]
[Expert Marksmanship]
[Basic Telekinetic Lightsaber Combat]
[Sith Alchemy]
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Jin-Woo let out a quiet chuckle as he closed the status window.