Lian lay suspended in the glass tube, his body floating weightlessly in the warm, slightly viscous liquid. The thin filaments and wires connected to his skin pulsed faintly with energy, feeding data back to the ship’s systems. He could feel the gentle hum of the chamber around him, the soft glow of monitors casting blue and white light across the walls. His muscles still ached from the repeated deaths, a phantom pain that lingered in his nerves even though his body was physically whole again. The trauma of dying over and over had left a deep scar on his mind, one that refused to fade quickly.
Lirien stood outside the tube, her small hands clasped in front of her. Her silver-white hair fell gently around her doll-like face, and her violet eyes watched him with calm patience. She looked every bit the innocent child, but Lian knew better now. She was something far older, far more advanced — an ancient creation that had slept for a thousand years.
“Where is Elara?” Lian asked, his voice hoarse. “I haven’t seen or heard her.”
“She is safe,” Lirien replied softly. “I moved her to the observation deck when the Death Protocol began. She was... distressed. She wanted to stop it, but I explained that it was necessary. She is waiting for you now.”
Lian closed his eyes for a moment, the memories of the repeated deaths flashing through his mind again. The pain. The fear. The helplessness. It had been hell. But he understood why she had done it. To make him stronger. To strip away the fear that could get him killed in the real world.
The liquid in the tube began to drain slowly, the level dropping as the chamber prepared to release him. The wires and filaments detached one by one, retracting into the walls with soft clicks. When the liquid was gone, the front of the tube opened with a quiet hiss. Lian stepped out on shaky legs, his body still adjusting to movement after being suspended for so long. He was naked except for the storage rings on his fingers and the bracelet on his wrist. He reached for his clothes, which had been neatly folded on a nearby console, and dressed quickly.
Lirien watched him without a word, her small figure standing perfectly still.
Once dressed, Lian looked at her. “Is the system okay? Bro, move — we have a lot ahead of us.”
“The ship is yours, Master,” she said. “I have full control. We can leave this planet whenever you wish. The systems are stable enough for travel, though some repairs will be needed for full functionality.”
Lian nodded. He could feel the power of the vessel around him — the hum of engines, the faint energy of dormant weapons, the vast storage bays filled with unknown treasures. This ship was a prize beyond anything they had expected to find.
Elara was waiting for them in the observation deck. When Lian walked in, she turned immediately, her eyes scanning him for injuries. She crossed the room quickly and pulled him into a tight hug, her alloy arms surprisingly gentle.
“You’re okay,” she whispered, relief clear in her voice. “I thought... I thought I was going to lose you.”
Lian returned the hug briefly, then stepped back. “I’m fine. It was necessary.”
Elara looked at Lirien, her expression a mix of wariness and curiosity. The little girl stood quietly beside them, her hands clasped, waiting for commands.
The three of them stood together in the observation deck, the need to leave, the planet was a shattered world now, but they had survived it. And they had gained far more than they had lost.
Lian looked at Lirien.
Lirien quickly typed on a nearby holographic screen with her small fingers. From the right side of the room, a section of the wall opened smoothly. Twenty robots marched out in perfect formation. They were sleek, humanoid machines with matte black plating and glowing blue joints. Their heads were smooth, featureless domes with sensor arrays that scanned the room constantly. Each one moved with mechanical precision, their footsteps synchronized and heavy on the metal floor. Some carried tool arms, others had weapon mounts folded against their backs. They were clearly combat-ready, yet designed for maintenance and repair.
Lian and Elara both looked shocked. Lian could feel their power — each robot was stronger than him, their energy signatures clear and formidable. They were not simple machines. They were advanced, ancient constructs built for war and service.
The robots immediately dispersed to different posts. Some moved toward the engines, running diagnostics and repairing damaged components with precise tool arms. Others checked weapon arrays, shield generators, and life support systems. A few began clearing debris and reinforcing weakened sections of the hull. The ship hummed with renewed activity as the robots worked in silent efficiency.
Power Scale / Cultivation Realms (Quick Reminder)
Foundation Realm (Layers 1–9): Body forging, no external Qi.
Circuit Awakening Realm (Early–Peak): First Qi loop, internal bursts.
Core Condensation Realm (Early–Peak): External Qi release, short flight.
Stellar Circuit Realm (1–9 Stars): True flight, Qi armor, energy projection.
Nebula Dominion Realm and higher: Domain control, galaxy-level power, etc
Power Scale Reminder
Lian Yu: Stellar Circuit Star 1.
Elara Voss: Core Condensation Middle
Keep it as reminders
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