The air seemed to fracture around Darth Nihilus as he spoke—his voice a broken distortion of ancient Sith language:
"Tsu halyanu anachaa." (Translation: "I will consume you.")
Jin-Woo drew his Vectivus lightsaber with a smooth motion—the blade igniting in a deep, endless black, darker than the shadows surrounding them.
Morgan floated lightly behind him, arms crossed, her tone dry.
"Not going to use the rainbow one again? It seemed more powerful."
Jin-Woo kept his eyes locked on Nihilus, his voice low. "The hilt can't hold the Kaiburr Crystal shard for too long. Might explode my hand instead."
Darth Nihilus suddenly let out a guttural, distorted cry—his voice a twisted weapon of annihilation.
The air trembled. This was Force Draining at its highest form—a corrupt fusion of Force Drain and Force Sever. A single shout from Nihilus could sever life from the Force itself, feeding him through the death he caused. His control over the technique was so overwhelming that, under normal circumstances, it could annihilate planets: volcanic eruptions, collapsing cities, and mass extinction—all consequences of his cursed voice.
However, this was Nathema. A world already dead. There was no life left to steal.
Jin-Woo remained standing, unmoved, as the wave of force washed over him uselessly, disappearing into the hollow sky. He narrowed his eyes, silently judging.
Under normal circumstances, this might still pose some excitement for me, he thought calmly. But here... Nathema makes him weaker than a third-rate Sith.
Darth Nihilus, undeterred, lashed out again. His voice warped, twisting in the dead air as he attempted to forcibly drain Jin-Woo directly.
Jin-Woo felt the tug—brief, desperate.
Without hesitation, he flared his mana outward—pure, royal, suffocating. The mana of the Shadow Monarch exploded into existence, black and endless, swallowing the field.
Nihilus's form jerked violently as the flood of power hit him.
He shrieked—words twisting into a broken scream:
"Toocha mzi! Tuu muchhhhhh!"
(Translation: "Too much! Too muchhhhhh!")
The ancient Sith Lord recoiled, his spectral form flickering wildly, battered by the overwhelming torrent Jin-Woo unleashed, as if even trying to consume him was an unbearable act.
Without giving him a chance to recover, Jin-Woo strode forward—each step heavy, absolute. Shadows rippled outward from his body, tendrils of pure darkness stretching and reaching toward the crumbling form of Darth Nihilus.
With a single, commanding gesture, the darkness engulfed Nihilus whole.
The ancient Sith Lord struggled, writhing against the inevitable, but it was useless. He was dragged, piece by piece, into the World of Eternal Slumber—consumed by the infinite void Jin-Woo commanded.
A chime echoed in Jin-Woo's mind.
[Notification: Force Drain Upgraded → Force Draining (Nihilus Version)]
Jin-Woo exhaled lightly, lowering his hand. "That was easy,"
Morgan floated a little closer, arms folded, a smirk playing at her lips.
"I searched the description with Offensive Bias while you were slumbering for years," she said casually. "That person you just fought… was Darth Nihilus. But I guess everything about him was exaggerated, right? Funny thing, my husband—" she chuckled dryly, "—you also just promoted Nihilus to a man that could consume a planet."
Jin-Woo tilted his head slightly, amused.
"Life force of a planet, consuming it like a Snickers bar... that belongs to cartoons and anime,"
"Reality is harsher. Nihilus was strong, but right now he's living in a place called 'large amount of debuff.'"
Morgan grinned wider, shaking her head. "That sucks. The planet's already dead, so he became useless."
Suddenly, a ripple tore through the still air.
A shimmering figure coalesced a few meters away, cloaked in dark robes and radiating a twisted, ancient arrogance.
Naga Sadow.
He sneered as he fully materialized, arms outstretched arrogantly.
"At least my underlings offered me a body for me to wear—"
Before he could finish the sentence, Jin-Woo was already in motion.
A blur of black light slashed cleanly through the air. His Vectivus lightsaber, dark as a collapsed star, sliced through Naga Sadow's neck without hesitation.
The ancient Sith's last word was a pathetic, confused gasp.
"Ehhh—?"
His body collapsed, dissolving into spectral fragments.
Without ceremony, Jin-Woo extended his hand, the darkness of the Shadow Monarch rippling outward. Naga Sadow's remains were consumed instantly, devoured into the endless abyss of Jin-Woo's World of Eternal Slumber.
Morgan sighed dramatically, floating with arms still folded. "At least give me a spectacle, not just an execution."
Jin-Woo casually deactivated his saber, his expression unreadable.
"There's no nearby star for him to trigger a solar flare," he said bluntly. "And besides, with how dense our mana is right now—rivaling the mass of Jupiter—his projective telepathy would've just sucked his own ass."
A soft chime echoed in his mind.
[Notification: Gained Skill — Energy Manipulation]
Jin-Woo lowered his hand, glancing ahead at the last figures forming through the dying air.
Three opponents now stood before him—each one radiating a heavy, ancient pressure.
Valkorion. Tenebrae. Vitiate.
Tenebrae spoke first, his tone dry and laced with bitterness.
"I must say... not being cramped by another Sith mind is not exactly a pleasant experience."
Morgan floated slightly closer, eyeing the trio with faint disdain.
"I feel like they're all the same person," she muttered.
Jin-Woo gave a slow nod. "Yeah. They are. All of them. Just different faces of the same man—Tenebrae."."
His black Vectivus saber ignited again with a low hum, and he stepped forward, readying himself to unleash Force Draining enhanced by Nihilus's devouring power.
But before he could act, Morgan quickly cut in, raising a hand.
"Wait, wait, my husband—you owe me. You made me watch executions. At least give me one opponent to kill or capture."
Jin-Woo paused for a moment, considering, then answered casually.
"Except for Tenebrae himself—his original body has no feats. He sucks. His strongest forms are as Vitiate or Valkorion."
Morgan nodded silently, accepting it without further comment.
Without hesitation, Morgan opened a swirling pinkish-purple portal directly beneath Tenebrae. Before the Sith Lord could react, he was swallowed whole, captured her Transfiguration magic.
Vitiate immediately stepped forward, his voice sharp with anger. "How dare you capture one of our selves!"
Jin-Woo didn't even flinch. "Dead people need to stay dead," he said coldly,
Without another word, Jin-Woo moved—crossing the distance between them in a blink.
Vitiate raised both hands, channeling dark power. Sith sorcery bled into the air, twisting it into unnatural forms. From the broken ground, monstrous Sith creatures erupted—wraith-like beasts, conjured from the pure hatred of the Dark Side.
Jin-Woo remained unimpressed.
He simply extended his hand, and in an instant, unleashed a devastating wave of [Force Draining], enhanced beyond mortal comprehension. The creatures shriveled into dry husks, their essence torn away, collapsing into ash.
Vitiate recoiled slightly, baring his teeth. "You dare use my own technique against me?!"
Jin-Woo's response was silent. He reached out with [projective telepathy,] smashing past Vitiate's defenses and plunging into the Sith Emperor's mind.
Images flooded into his consciousness—memories Vitiate could not hide.
He saw it. Zildrog. The ancient biotechnological weapon—the tool designed to grant true immortality—was hidden here on Nathema. Alongside it, Holocron: Ritual of Immortality , Is the master key to unlocking Zildrog's .
And more—the backup plan of the ancient Sith Lords of the Old Republic era and by default zildrod himself . Their fallen Copied essence were stored in secret relics across the planet, waiting to be resurrected.
Unfortunately for them, Jin-Woo was here.
And they were all utterly, irrevocably fucked.
Vitiate staggered, clutching his head. "What… what did you do to me?!"
Jin-Woo's expression didn't change. Without hesitation, he lunged forward, grabbed Vitiate's skull with one hand, and crushed it.
The corpse barely had time to fall before Jin-Woo's shadows surged up, devouring the remains, dragging the once-mighty Sith Emperor into the abyss of the World of Eternal Slumber.
[Notification: Upgraded Skill — Sith Alchemy → Sith Sorcery]
Jin-Woo turned calmly, his gaze falling on Morgan.
Beside her, Valkorion's body lay crumpled and lifeless on the cracked soil. In Morgan's hand, a sphere of swirling pinkish-purple energy pulsed gently—the Transfiguration Globe, containing the trapped essence of Valkorion.
Morgan glanced at him, a smirk playing on her lips.
"His first act, was trying to transfer his soul into my body. Which is a stupid move, considering how dense my mana is."
Jin-Woo chuckled lightly under his breath.
"The term here is called 'essence,' but 'soul' is fine too," he said. "Valkorion specializes in Essence Transfer. But unfortunately for them... they met us."
Morgan twirled the globe lazily between her fingers, thoughtful. "So… what should we do with this corpse and the soul trapped inside?"
Jin-Woo shrugged slightly. "You can experiment on it. Set up a section in your Lostbelt England area inside the World of Eternal Slumber."
Morgan's eyes gleamed with anticipation. She extended her hand, and a pinkish-purple portal opened beneath Valkorion's fallen body, swallowing it gently into the swirling vortex. As she worked, she turned her head slightly toward Jin-Woo.
"You don't need to teach me Essence Transfer," she said with a small, confident smile. "I have enough help. I'll learn it myself."
Jin-Woo only smiled faintly, his voice calm and proud. "Go ahead then, Queen Morgan."
Suddenly, A new notification inside Jin-Woo's mind.
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[Notification: Event Quest Triggered]
[Quest Title: The Fourth Anchor]
Description:
The Holocron of Immortality lies within your grasp. However, this trial was never ordinary—and your instincts were right.
You have defeated the Copy of old Republic Sith , lured together and Twisted by Zildrog for one purpose: to find a worthy victor.
Now, Zildrog himself waits for you deep within the sealed vaults of Nathema.
Forge a pact with Zildrog, and claim your Fourth Anchor.
Objective:
Descend into the Nathema Core. Face Zildrog's true form.
Reward:
- Force Thought Bomb (Modified Variant)
- Mastery of Jedi Alchemy
- Sith Emperor's Ritual Knowledge
Hidden Reward:
Unknown
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Jin-Woo read the notification silently, his expression calm and thoughtful.
"Nathema's energy," he murmured, "let me unlock the Holocron: Ritual of Immortality... but the real secret here is Zildrog itself."
Offensive Bias's voice, cold and clinical, spoke directly into his mind.
"Supreme Executor. May I suggest that I smoke out this Zildrog entity from hiding?"
Jin-Woo shook his head slightly, a faint smirk touching his lips.
"No need for that. Instead, I want you to prepare not to erase an AI… but to make it an extension of your will."
Offensive Bias responded without hesitation.
"I intend to do that. It seems this Zildrog is more valuable than the CHALDEAS that Daybit once wished to destroy."
Jin-Woo's eyes gleamed faintly. "It can make people live up to a thousand years if the ritual is correct."
Morgan, floating lightly beside him with a deadpan expression. "I'm more than six thousand years old already, Jin-Woo. That's mediocre."
Before Jin-Woo could respond, movement caught his eye.
One of the Gemini droids—an ancient, battle-scarred model forged during the height of Sith experimentation—approached them. Its mechanical frame hissed softly with every step, its photoreceptors glowing a dull crimson.
The Gemini droid stopped a few meters away, its voice sharp and mechanical.
"The One Who Hungers has sent me. I am tasked to ask: are you the one who completed the trial?"
Jin-Woo remained silent, his expression unchanged.
Morgan, arms still folded across her chest, floated lazily behind him, her deadpan boredom palpable.
The Gemini droid's photoreceptors flickered slightly as it scanned Jin-Woo. Its sensors caught the unmistakable signature of the Holocron: Ritual of Immortality at Jin-Woo's side.
The droid straightened.
"Confirmed. Please follow me."
Without another word, the droid turned and began walking toward the deeper ruins of Nathema, its steps echoing hollowly across the broken earth.
Jin-Woo and Morgan exchanged a brief glance—his calm, hers still utterly disinterested—before following the machine into the depths of the planet.
After a few minutes of silent walking, they finally arrived at what could only be described as a colossal vault. The entrance was embedded deep into the heart of Nathema, surrounded by machinery older than many civilizations, and sealed tight with layered defenses.
The Gemini droid turned and spoke, its voice sharp and mechanical.
"The Holocron, please. The One Who Devours is practically sealed, with no way out otherwise."
Without hesitation, Jin-Woo casually tossed the Holocron: Ritual of Immortality toward the droid.
The Gemini caught it with mechanical precision, inserted it into a slot embedded in the vault's door, and with a low rumbling sound, the massive gate began to unlock.
Beyond the threshold, illuminated in eerie golden light, Zildrog revealed itself.
At the core of the vault, towering mechanical structures jutted upward like obsidian spires. In the center, massive floating hologram heads gold—half-dissolved, half-solid—hovered ominously above a massive circular platform. Energy conduits and pipelines glowed with blue light, feeding the giant machine that housed Zildrog's AI core. The heads flickered and shifted constantly, their features semi-formed and broken. ( img here )