Wrath of a god

The crew froze, fear and disbelief etched on their faces as they processed Carter's chilling words. Carter barely acknowledged them, turning away and drifting slowly through the void. One crew member, arrogance etched into his every move, snatched the comm device in a last-ditch attempt to speak.

"Damn it, WAIT, WE WER—"

Shush.

Carter raised a single thought, triggering his gravity control and compressed the ship, His gravity control compacted the vessel until it was a mere speck, practically nonexistent.

"Loud," he muttered, letting the silence fill the void once more.

Drifting further, he paused, staring into the distant expanse of stars. "How can I ever expect my creations to see me as their god if I can't even protect them?" His voice softened as he continued, almost to himself. "They must have suffered... waiting, praying that their god would save them. And I never even knew about their demise."

In the quiet of space, a system screen appeared, casting a faint glow over his face. Carter read it, his clenched fists loosening slightly as he processed its contents. A glimmer of calm settled over his expression, but his eyes still burned.

"I see… but even so," he said, his voice cold and resolute, "these bastards will not be spared."

Carter moved towards one of the planets, releasing high amounts of his energy on purpose.

The planet ran by the X3X force buzzed with frenzied alarms as the cosmic sensors spiked, blaring warnings across every monitor. Red lights bathed the command centers and streets alike, while citizens looked up, terrified, at the warning image readings displayed on massive public screens, wondering what is happening. In a high-security control room, the planet's leaders gathered around a central holographic projection, their faces pale as they witnessed the sheer scale of the incoming threat. Such power they had never seen before.

"What… what is it?" One of the ministers stammered, gripping the edge of the table.

"It's not just a sensor malfunction, is it?" another demanded, though her voice faltered. The readouts were too consistent, too precise. The gravitational field around their planet was fluctuating wildly, like it was being stretched, strained by an unimaginable force.

Panic rose among the council members as one of the commanders slammed a fist on the console, barking orders. "All hands to defensive positions! Activate every shield, reinforce every energy barrier—this is not a drill!"

Before the terrified leaders could do more, the sky itself seemed to darken as Carter appeared in the planet's atmosphere, his presence casting an eerie shadow across the land. His immense, otherworldly form was visible even from the surface. He extended his hand, the motion slow, deliberate, and then—

Flash.

In an instant, the planet was gone, compressed into a shimmering, tiny sphere that floated e in Carter's hand. His energy hummed around him, the obliterated world a faint glint against the dark backdrop of space. Carter held the compressed planet, studying it for a moment before turning his gaze outward, his golden eyes narrowing as they swept across the distant stars.

"One by one…" Carter murmured, his voice low and edged with cold fury. "I'll pick you bastards off, one by one."

True to his word, he moved slowly, targeting each planet like it was a mere obstacle in his path. The X3X forces, desperate, sent wave after wave of energy-ray-equipped satellites, beams converging on his figure in an attempt to halt his relentless advance. But every ray fizzled into nothing as it made contact, absorbed effortlessly by the aura surrounding him. The destruction continued, slow enough to stoke terror among the remaining planets, a fear that grew with each world's turn.

In mere hours, all five planets had been compressed into dense, marble-like spheres, the energy they once held now trapped within them. Carter, reclined in the vast emptiness of space, spun the spheres idly around his finger, their light casting reflections across his darkened hooded face.

Then something flickered across his awareness.

"Oh." He drifted upright, his eyes narrowing as the realization sank in. "So those bastards are heading for my main body," he muttered, a quiet rage simmering in his voice. Through the zone vision of his primary form, he'd felt the faint but unmistakable presence of the foreign fleet that has been following him for over a century.

Though his connection was faint with his clone planets, the connection to his main body was strong, unwavering, even from the massive distances he moved from during the millennias. The X3X fleet's intent was clear.

A smirk spread across his face as he set his gaze toward the distant zone where his planet resided. "Let's see what these bastards plan to do."