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
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AI Helper:
-Offensive Bias
-Despondent Pyre
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[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]
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[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
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[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.)
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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.
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*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 .