Global Descent: I Alone Can See Hidden Evolution Paths

The grand starlight lounge of the Aethel-Prime was currently bathed in the warm, savory aroma of roasted celestial pheasant and spiced dragon-fruit wine. Lin Miao sat cross-legged on a plush velvet sofa, nervously nibbling on a pastry while her nine fluffy white tails twitched restlessly behind her.

Surrounding her were Min-jae and his ten queens, who were listening with intense, alternating expressions of amusement, disbelief, and outright boredom.

"Let me get this straight," Yoo Ji-a said, resting her chin in her hand as she leaned forward on the armrest, her violet eyes glinting with mischief. "You stole the most sacred ancestral artifact of the Celestial Dragon Syndicate—the glowing pearl of eternal sovereignty—not to overthrow an empire, not to start a revolution, but specifically because your arrogant, reptile-headed fiancé humiliated you at a public banquet by saying foxes make terrible wives?"

Lin Miao flushed a brilliant, burning crimson, pulling the edge of her tattered crimson tunic over her face. "He said fox-cultivators were lazy tail-waggers who only knew how to look pretty! So I stole his family’s most prized possession, replaced it with a magically carved rock that looks exactly like it, and ran for my life across three star systems!"

Liu Xiao burst into a soft, melodic laugh, raising her goblet of wine in a mock toast. "Honestly? As far as petty revenge goes, that is a magnificent level of commitment. I completely respect it."

"It’s not just petty!" Miao protested, her sapphire eyes flashing as she lowered the blanket, her fluffy ears flattening against her silver-blonde hair. "That bastard Prince Ignis is forcing me into a political marriage to annex my clan’s territory. If I go back, I’m essentially livestock. But now that his executioner dragon is space dust, he’s probably tracking my spiritual signature right this second..."

Right on cue, the ship’s automated defense alarms didn’t just ring—they wailed with a deafening, reality-tearing shriek.

[ Warning! Emergency proximity alert!]

[ Massive warp signatures detected across all sector quadrants!]

[ Target locked: Three hundred dreadnought-class war carriers of the Celestial Dragon Syndicate!]

The panoramic crystal windows of the lounge suddenly flashed a brilliant, blinding crimson as the velvet-dark expanse of space was ripped open by hundreds of colossal, jagged war-galleys. Emblazoned with the terrifying golden scales of the dragon syndicate, the massive fleet formed an inescapable iron blockade around the Aethel-Prime.

A heavy, low-frequency transmission cut straight through the ship’s communication array, vibrating through the floorboards:

"Attention, unidentified vessel! You are harboring a high-value fugitive and thief of the Celestial Dragon Syndicate! Surrender Lin Miao and the Ancestral Pearl immediately, or your ship will be atomized down to its subatomic components!"

Lin Miao went completely pale, trembling as she gripped the edges of the sofa. "That’s... that’s Prince Ignis’s flagship voice. There are three hundred dreadnoughts out there... how did they track us so fast?!"

Min-jae didn’t even flinch. He slowly set down his crystal goblet of wine, stood up from his central throne-couch, and stretched his arms lazily over his head. A faint, golden halo of True God authority flickered into existence around his shoulders.

"They tracked you because you forgot to wipe your spiritual signature off the stolen pearl, sweetheart, " Min-jae said smoothly, casting a teasing glance down at the terrified fox girl. "And as for their fleet..." Min-jae smirked, looking toward his wives. "Looks like our dinner is going to be interrupted by some angry lizards."

"Oh, good," Major General Ye-rin sighed, cracking her knuckles with a lethal, combat-ready smile. "I was worried we wouldn’t get any target practice in today."

"No need to dirty your boots, Ye-rin," Min-jae chuckled, walking toward the massive floor-to-ceiling observation window. "Watch and learn how a True God clears out pest control."

Min-jae raised his right hand right through the reinforced starlight glass—which parted effortlessly around his divine aura—and stepped out onto the outer hull of the ship into the freezing, empty vacuum of space.

He didn’t wear armor. He didn’t summon a sword. He stood there in his loose black silk shirt and trousers, his hair fluttering in the solar wind, looking out at the terrifying, multi-mile-long iron armada of the Celestial Dragon Syndicate that stretched across the horizon.

From the command deck of the enemy flagship, a projection of Prince Ignis—a tall, arrogant humanoid with glowing golden scales lining his cheeks and sharp, reptilian eyes—scowled down through the comm-links.

"You arrogant fool! You dare defy the Syndicate? Prepare to be erased from the cosmos—!"

Min-jae didn’t even let the prince finish his sentence. He simply snapped his fingers.

[ True God Authority: Absolute Reality Erasure.]

A wave of blinding, pure golden starlight rippled outward from Min-jae’s fingertips at a speed millions of times faster than light. It swept across the entire sector in less than a microsecond.

There were no explosions. There was no fiery wreckage.

In a single, terrifying blink of an eye, all three hundred dreadnought-class war carriers, their weapons systems, their shield generators, and the entire digital network of the Celestial Dragon Syndicate simply ceased to exist. The massive ships dissolved smoothly into harmless particles of glittering golden starlight dust, scattering across the solar winds like glittering snow.

Back in the lounge, Lin Miao stared out the viewport with her jaw practically unhinged, her eyes wide as saucers, her nine tails frozen straight up in pure, unadulterated shock.

"They... they’re gone..." Miao whispered, her voice trembling. "Three hundred dreadnoughts... an entire planetary fleet... vaporized in a single snap?!"

Min-jae teleported back into the lounge in a flash of golden light, casually dusting off his sleeves as if he had just swatted away a particularly annoying fly. He looked down at the stunned fox girl with a warm, confident grin.

"Pests removed," Min-jae said lightly, walking over and patting her frozen white fox ear. "Now, you mentioned something about an arrogant fiancé and a forced political marriage?"

Miao blinked rapidly, snapping out of her trance. She looked from Min-jae to his ten breathtaking, fiercely powerful wives, who were all smiling at her with amused, welcoming expressions.

A sudden, fierce spark of determination lit up Miao’s sapphire eyes. She scrambled off the sofa, dropping gracefully to one knee before Min-jae, her hands clutched tightly over her chest.

"My lord... your power is... it’s beyond anything I could have ever imagined," Miao breathed heavily, her cheeks flushed with a mix of awe and desperate hope. "If you can snap your fingers and erase the entire Syndicate fleet... then you can do anything."

She looked up at him, a wicked, beautiful, pleading smile spreading across her lips.

"Forget hiding! Let’s take your ship straight to the heart of the Dragon Empire’s capital world! Let’s crash their grand wedding ceremony, shatter their political alliance, smash my ex-fiancé’s pride into dust, and please break my marriage contract once and for all!"

Yoo Ji-a let out a bright, thrilling laugh, clapping her hands together. "Oh, I like her! She has actual fire!"

Liu Xiao smiled, stepping forward to rest a hand on Miao’s shoulder. "An intergalactic wedding-crasher expedition? Count me in. It’s been far too long since we ruined a noble family’s social standing."

Min-jae looked around the room at his ten wives, and then down at the fierce, beautiful fox girl kneeling at his feet. A slow, dominant smirk curved his lips as his eyes flashed with golden divine light.

"Well," Min-jae murmured, pulling Miao gently back to her feet by her hand, "ruining a wedding and putting an arrogant dragon prince in his place sounds like a fantastic way to spend the afternoon."

Min-jae turned toward the grand navigation console, his voice ringing with absolute, sovereign authority across the entire ship.

"Set coordinates for the Dragon Empire Capital. Full speed ahead. Let’s go break some hearts—and some bones."

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