The overthrow of the Republic is complete. The Separatist forces have been smashed, the Jedi Council nearly dominated, and the rest of the Jedi Order all but destroyed. Now absolute power rests in the iron fist of Darth Sidious - the cunning Sith Lord better known as the former Senator, now Emperor Palpatine. But more remains to be done. Pockets of Resistance in the galaxy must still be defeated and missing Jedi accounted for... and dealt with. These crucial tasks fall to Darth Vader. In turn, the Dark Lord has groomed a female lethal apprentice entrusted with a top secret mission to comb the galaxy and dispatch the last of her's Master's enemies, thereby punctuating the dark sides victory with the Jedis doom.

Several years before Star Wars. The Rise of Skywalker, Rey traveled across the galaxy to find the next generation of Jedi. Cale Lestin aka Star Dust and five other children have been chosen to learn the ways of the Force. Cale will have to prove himself to everyone that he has what it takes to eventually become Rey's apprentice. Does he have what it takes?

Several years before Star Wars. The Rise of Skywalker, Rey traveled across the galaxy to find the next generation of Jedi. Cale Lestin and five other children have been chosen to learn the ways of the Force. Cale will have to prove himself to everyone that he has what it takes to eventually become Rey's apprentice. Does he have what it takes?

Caleb is a Star Wars fan who died in his sleep. But while he thought to reach heaven or hell, a message appears before his eyes.


[System Activation: Star Wars Universe]

[Create your new body!]


* The main character is based on Khal Drogo (not GOT's one) https://swfanon.fandom.com/wiki/Khal_Drogo, I do not own the rights to the thumbnail image.


** I do not own any intellectual property in Star Wars.

**La version française se trouve ici : https://www.webnovel.com/book/star-wars-redone-(fr)_18653377205460005

Ok. I got really inspired by a certain Story (https://www.webnovel.com/book/15750285505831005/Star-Wars-New-Order) which has brought my Star Wars NUT back. whelp, get ready for some more bull shit.

Our MC Kylo Ray is a hardcore Star Wars Fan who was on his way home from a Star Wars meet up and died from a heat stroke being overweight and the sweltering summers heat.

Join Kylo as he journeys through the Star Wars Universe and becomes either the hope of all life throughout the Galaxy, or the one to bring it's downfall.

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Star Wars Franchise and all rights go to their respective owners. The only thing I own from this fanfic is my character and the creativity put into his Journey... Please support the Official Release of the actual Star Wars Movies

With Klein finishing his final stroke, the lights in Billiard Room 3 dimmed.
On the dainty makeup mirror, aqueous patterns rippled out before turning into a dark scene.
Immediately, one bloody word after another appeared: 
"Raise your questions."
This scene was filled with a sense of supernatural horror. Even though standing there was a Wraith and a Zombie, they couldn't help but feel overwhelmed as they momentarily didn't dare say a word.
Only Klein continued wearing a smile as though he was accustomed to all of this.
He had previously exhorted Arrodes to not raise questions that were too difficult or private, and also to not act like a servant. If it wasn't because Sharron and Maric could ask much more targeted questions as a result of understanding the situation better, Klein was more inclined to handling it himself and not exposing the reality of having such a "helper."
After a few seconds of silence, Maric took two steps forward, came to the billiard table, and opened his mouth.
At this moment, Sharron gentle but emotionless voice sounded:
"I'll ask the questions."
Without waiting for Maric to answer, she floated up into a standing position and looked at the mirror.
"Is the Tutanssess II mummy a trap that the Loen military set up to target the Rose School of Thought?" 
The mirror's blood-red words melted away and slid down, dragging away the stains, barely leaving two words behind which wriggled to form: 
"That's right."
It is indeed a trap the Loen military set up for the Rose School of Thought. We can preliminary eliminate the situation that it's a plot the Rose School of Thought has to target Miss Sharron and Maric. After all, the risk involved exceeds the value of a Sequence 5 and 6 combined. Even if the Rose School of Thought can't curb their desire for revenge, they wouldn't be this crazy; unless, they were already planning on dealing with the Loen military and decided to involve this matter as well. If that's the case, the best place to have such a matter unfold would be in the Southern Continent or at sea, and not somewhere in the vicinity of Backlund. Who knows what kind of terrifying fellows are hidden here… Amidst his thoughts, Klein saw the surface of the mirror turn dark again as new blood-colored words appeared: 
"Based on the principle of reciprocity, it's my turn to ask a question.
"If you answer wrong or lie, you will be punished."
Rather obedient. He didn't make the request of doing artistic actions… Looking at the billiard table, Klein nodded indiscernibly.
At this moment, the words from before slowly vanished, presenting new words: 
"You…"
As the bloody word froze for a full three seconds, it followed up: 
"…are to answer with the relationship between the Chained God and the Mother Tree of Desire."
For some reason, Klein felt that the remaining parts of the sentence had its blood-colored text darken significantly. Thankfully, the question wasn't too out of place, and it was something he would like to know.
Sharron looked at the mirror and replied in a deadpan manner, "Since the Fifth Epoch, after the perishing of Death, the Eggers family gradually lost control over the Star Highlands and Paz Valley, allowing those places to have their own Beyonder organization, the Rose School of Thought.
"In the beginning, there wasn't the Mother Tree of Desire, only the Chained God. The Rose School of Thought advocated temperance and established a religious ritual system, including laws. Formal members led ascetic lives to deal with the repercussions of receiving powers.
"One day, a divine revelation added terms about indulgence. Many people slowly changed and restored ancient but bloody primitive sacrificial traditions. Later, the School of Thought's upper echelons began secretly calling the Chained God the manifestation of the Mother Tree of Desire."
By the sound of it, the Chained God was corrupted by the Mother Tree of Desire bit by bit or replaced… If this entity was once a Sequence 0, then the Mother Tree of Desire is truly terrifying. It's no wonder it's viewed as an enemy by all the other deities… However, the Chained God might not be a Sequence 0. There's a small possibility of being a Uniqueness that has fully come to life, or a King of Angels with two Sequence 1 characteristics, or even someone weaker. There's currently not enough information to verify the matter… Klein frowned slightly as he began thinking about the matters regarding the Mother Tree of Desire.
At this moment, Sharron had switched to asking, "What problems does the Tutanssess II mummy possess?"
On the mirror's surface, the blood-red text squirmed and changed into a complete sentence: 
"It's filled with hexes, a manifestation of hexes. It has the possibility of automatically becoming a Zombie."
This mummy is comprised of hexes? As expected of a corpse left behind by a High-Sequence Beyonder… How should this be resolved? Klein turned to look at Sharron and Maric and discovered that they were sufficiently calm without any hint of surprise, as though they already knew that. And this also meant that they had the means to resolve the matter. Of course, Sharron didn't have much of an expression regardless of the matter. She was as calm as she always was.
After Arrodes answered, it followed the principle of reciprocity and raised its question: 
"You…"
"…have been trying hard to increase your Sequence. Why do you do so?"
This time, it had used the same bloody text as the opening, but the words that followed after a few seconds didn't appear that bright.
Does this mean that Arrodes is hesitating and struggling, resisting its own urges? On the one hand, it finds it difficult to curb its wishes to raise difficult-to-answer questions, but on the other hand, it's taking my instructions into considerations and thus holding back? Klein thought in amusement.
Sharron stood there in silence before gently moving her lips.
"In the beginning, it was to not be bullied by others. Now, it's to have the strength to protect myself and my companions, and revenge, as well as spread the principle of temperance… If everyone can temper their desires, to not have wars and killing, there will be less misery."
Klein was surprised by what he heard. His impression of Sharron was that she was a woman of few words.
It wasn't that she couldn't say that many words, but that even if she had much to say, she held back greatly and didn't provide any additional descriptions. For example, in her answer to the first question, she had simply recounted the situation, and although she appeared to say a lot, she hadn't said one word more or anything subjective. The words she added towards the end was a relatively talkative act based on her character.
This is something that's been on her mind, a point of view that she has been repressing for a very long time? Klein suddenly imagined the chaotic reality of the wars in the Southern Continent.
They were lands with plenty of slavery. There were batches of people from the lower class who died of hunger and sickness. There were constant wars and live sacrifices.
If I were born in the Southern Continent and could live to this point, I'll definitely wish for world peace and happiness to the people… Speaking of which, Miss Sharron and Maric do not look like they are of Southern Continent descent. That's right, before Death perished, passage between the Northern and Southern Continent was allowed… Also, Sharron mentioned revenge. That word was said without conviction, as though she doesn't hold out hope for it. Or does she not have that strong of a desire for it? Klein sighed silently as he watched Sharron raise detail after detail and answer question after question.
After learning of the situation regarding the Tutanssess II mummy, Sharron asked again, "Apart from Mahmosi, who are the High-Sequence Beyonders that will appear in this trap?"
The mirror surface's aqueous wave rippled and formed a bright light, one that enveloped everything. Nothing else could be seen.
With Arrodes's powers, it likely involves an angel or Grade 0 Sealed Artifact. That's why it wasn't able to provide an accurate answer… Klein retracted his gaze and said to Sharron and Maric with a smile, "From the looks of it, it's as I guessed. The Loen military has prepared plenty of redundancies."
Sharron nodded slightly as she continued staring at the mirror, awaiting the secret existence to raise "His" question.
The blood-colored text squirmed and no longer paused like before. Everything appeared at once.
"What are your thoughts regarding your teacher?"
Teacher? Miss Sharron has a teacher… That's right, as part of the temperance faction, to not be influenced by the Rose School of Thought which had changed internally, and to keep to her original path, someone must've provided her with help… This is also one of the reasons why she and Maric could escape? Enlightened, Klein anticipated Sharron's answer.
Sharron pursed her lips.
"I respect 'Her'."
…She used 'Her'? Klein nearly couldn't maintain his smile from the shock.
Including the orthodox Churches and the various major Beyonder organizations, Grounded Angels were very rare. There might only be one or two. He originally imagined that Sharron's teacher was a Sequence 4 or 3 saint with a peak strength equivalent to Sea King Jahn Kottman. To his surprise, she had used "Her" as a pronoun. In Loen, ancient Feysac, and even Jotun and Elvish, this pronoun was very different from his, her, its!
After his shock, Klein suddenly sighed deeply. Miss Sharron's current situation largely implies that her teacher is probably not around. She and Maric escaped perhaps due to the final struggle of the temperance faction within the Rose School of Thought. And to the Mother Tree of Desire, either it's corruption or decimation to create a Sealed Artifact. There will not be any other choices.
The mirror turned dark again as the bright red text vanished.
After a while, new words appeared again.
"Continue."
"I no longer have any questions. Thank you for your help," Sharron curtsied as she said slowly.
With her saying that, the mirror returned to normal. The lighting in the billiard room wasn't dim any longer.
Sharron looked at Klein and said in a tone without any abnormalities, "We shall forgo this matter."
Clearly, she also understood the meaning behind the blast of light that appeared during the hidden existence's final answer. 
Klein shook his head and smiled.
"There's no need to rush into a decision. Let me ask you a few more things. Perhaps there might still be a chance that doesn't require us to take too much of a risk."
At least my divination results say that it's possible! he added silently.
"What is it?" Maric couldn't help but ask.


With the rising tide of steam power and machinery, who can come close to being a Beyonder? Shrouded in the fog of history and darkness, who or what is the lurking evil that murmurs into our ears?

Waking up to be faced with a string of mysteries, Zhou Mingrui finds himself reincarnated as Klein Moretti in an alternate Victorian era world where he sees a world filled with machinery, cannons, dreadnoughts, airships, difference machines, as well as Potions, Divination, Hexes, Tarot Cards, Sealed Artifacts… 

The Light continues to shine but mystery has never gone far. Follow Klein as he finds himself entangled with the Churches of the world—both orthodox and unorthodox—while he slowly develops newfound powers thanks to the Beyonder potions.

Like the corresponding tarot card, The Fool, which is numbered 0—a number of unlimited potential—this is the legend of "The Fool."

He came into consciousness into a lush, beautiful green jungle planet, 70 yards from a massive ziggurat-like structure. There were a few options for what this planet could be, but he figured he hit the mark.

"Tython, how about that."

If this was Tython, the structure in front of him was likely the first temple of the jed'aii, the predecessor to the Sith and Jedi orders. He approached the temple and found an old-looking stone entrance. He stared at the once beautiful stone, carved into stories of the Jedi's past. He entered further into the temple and found the word he was looking for...that he could read....why could he read an ancient language never documented within the lore? He had been expecting years of study and work to even begin decrypting the ancient texts, but he could read them off the bat, nice. The word above him read "Archive".

The room before him was a nerd paradise. Thousands of texts, datapads, Artifacts, and Holocrons were here, but this couldn't be, right? The temple's contents were moved back to Coruscant when the order left Tython....so this wasn't the original archive. Then it hit him, he knew all the books and games for legends in his head, but he had little knowledge about vast amounts of time, so this was probably the created history within the universe, so far, all in one place. 

He walked to a shelf with a terminal and brushed off the old screen, activating it. The terminal flickered to life after a few seconds, along with all the others.

> Starting boot sequence...

> Anomaly detected, generation failure...

> Generators compromised

> Initiating contingency sequence...

> Please manually engage emergency generators

A map popped up with red lines directing me to a flashing dot, presumably the generators. 

He started to follow the path but saw a datapad on a table that was also turned on a remote panel. He took the panel and followed it to the generator room. The room was in bad shape, but the generator looked undamaged. He searched for the manual ignition and found a red lever handle. He turned the lever 90° counter-clockwise and pushed the ignition switch on the side of the generator, and the whole place came alive with calm, electronic buzzing.

> booting sequence successful...

> Running diagnostic...

> Capable of running at minimum capacity for 17 days at current level, please repair main generators immediately.

Well shit. The map reappeared, this time much clearer and with actual information, and directed him to maintenance. When he got there, an alert filled the screen. "DO NOT ATTEMPT REPAIRS WITHOUT REQUIRED EDUCATION. IF A SPECIALIST IS UNAVAILABLE OR AN EMERGENCY SITUATION HAS ARISEN, PLEASE USE THE BASIC KIT STORED IN THE MAINTENANCE OFFICE LABELED 'EMERGENCY REPAIR KIT' AND READ ALL INCLUDED INFORMATION"

I think the hint was...clear. After reading the information *carefully*, let's not die today, he managed to get the primary generator....working. The generator looked like it might explode at the wrong moment, but he would make do. 

A new pop up appeared on the screen.

> Insert Name

"I.....Wait, how the... what's my name? Jesus, Astra called me chosen, but that feels..... pretentious...fuck it, let's mix names, what sounds like a force user name? Elven names are usually 'elegent'? Ali...no, Malekith, Malek is similar to existing names in Star Wars. Malekith." The name sounded weird on his lips, but also....right. 

He inserted Malekith into the pad and it directed him to a sort of profile sheet. He put in his biometrics and DNA scan, courtesy of the pad, and it directed him to a virtual filing system. 

"Let us begin."

A soul is chosen to serve a purpose.

A man from the realm of creation to change a universe that the imagination of millions has made into a reality.

In the reality, he must find a way to sustain it without interrupting the laws that keep it in check, he must save a galaxy that a thought failed to correct.

Another long-fur black cat squatted in front of the white cat and said, "Lord Magis, all units on Tumen Planet have initiated the self-destruct sequence and all the cat slaves have perished." 
The white cat Magis nodded. "They've done well. Those primitives of the Short Fur Tribe will definitely be infuriated. Hahahaha, I get so happy thinking of how angry they are!" 
The white cat smiled and revealed his fangs that glinted coldly. "Are the next batch of cloned cat slaves ready?"
"Prepare them for battle. Since the Short Fur Tribe's here, they'll not give up. The Delin Star Cluster will be their graveyard." 
…
In Grayley's dreamscape, numerous supercats were infuriated.
The cat slave casualties were astonishing and a lot of them were their subordinates.
"In this battle, the casualties exceeded… three million cat slaves…" Fei Fei looked grave as he said, "Not a single enemy's weapon was left behind…"
Grayley said angrily, "Didn't I let them escape? Why did so many of them die?"
"According to some escaping cat slaves, unknown weapons prevented them from Dimension Travel and caused the high casualties. Only 50 000 cat slaves returned. I had sent men to continue rescue operations."
Grayley said, "Put all efforts into the rescue operations! Send more cat slaves from our reserves."
Zhao Yao listened to the battle situation and the astonishing casualty figures flashed through his mind. He sighed in his heart.
Casualties from galactic wars were much larger than wars within the planet's atmosphere. The cat slaves were the frontline soldiers and cannon fodders, hence the high casualties. 
Zhao Yao frowned at the current situation.
The status of the cat slaves was very low in the eyes of the supercats.
Zhao Yao thought, "Those silly cats. Why did they go to war? Once I subdue all the Long Fur, Short Fur, Furless Tribes, then there will be no more war."
The Short Fur Tribe's supercats were not willing to let it go. Large numbers of cat slaves were sent over for war. Basically, only the cat slaves go to war.
Every supercat was precious, had high potential, and a bright future.
Those that fought were cat slaves that borrowed superpowers from the supercats while the supercats hid in the Awareness Dimension and watched the battle from a safe distance.
Grayley was assigned to this combat sector called Delin Star Cluster, which was made up of hundreds of stars. The cluster had glorious civilizations that gathered countless humans and supercats. 
After the war among the Short Fur, Long Fur, and Furless Tribe, the Delin Star Cluster became the hotbed of contention. The wars made the place desolate. 
The flames of war re-ignited and billions of cat slaves were thrown into battle. Their lives were sacrificed on the planets.
Because of Zhao Yao's high potential, he was not sent to battle. Instead, he was sent to a planet behind the frontline to learn and practise his skills.
He was not able to practise his skills completely in the dreamscape as the final testing had to be done in the material realm.
…
On the Golden Star, Zhao Yao stood on a green plain as his Level 60 awareness power transformed into invisible tentacles and contacted Wheatley's awareness two hundred meters away.
Wheatley's body trembled and said red-faced, "Guang Yu! Pull it out! It's uncomfortable."
"I understand." Zhao Yao resisted his temptation and retracted his awareness from her body.
"The transmission distance of the power of awareness reaches more than two hundred meters. This dark skill, Unparalleled, is very effective."
The dark skill, Unparalleled, was the first skill from Grayley that Zhao Yao had to master. Though it did not have active effects, the passive effect was to increase the effective radius of the awareness power.
Previously, Zhao Yao had to increase his power of awareness to passively increase his effective radius.
Zhao Yao thought that Grayley could control millions of cat slaves in a moment, his effective radius of the power of awareness was an important factor.
Wheatley ran over unhappily. After covering 50 meters, she discovered her power of awareness had knocked into Zhao Yao's body.
Zhao Yao felt a cold tentacle touching his body and shouted to Wheatley, "Good, you've made progress."
"Your radius is much larger than mine." Wheatley said unhappily, "Why is your progress that fast?"
Zhao Yao smiled and said, "Perhaps, I'm more intelligent. Do you still want to practise?"
Wheatley shook her head and said, "I'm dead beat. Don't you know my grandfather's not around today? I'm resting…"
"Oh? Grayley's not here?
Wheatley said, "I heard the Furless Tribe's units were arriving. My grandfather wanted to coordinate with them and attack the Long Fur Tribe's battle group. Guang Yu! Shall we go and play?"
"No, I need more practice."
After getting rid of Wheatley, Zhao Yao ensured there were no one around. He activated the Cat Prince Costume's Time Freeze, opened the Dimension Portal and returned to Earth.
"Finally, I'm back…" Zhao Yao laid on the sofa as he heaved in relief. He had been staying at the Short Fur Tribe's location and was constantly monitored and trained by Grayley so he did not have time to return to Earth. He did not have the chance to use his Book or upgrade Closers World.
During Grayley's supervision, Zhao Yao secretly completed the analysis of Giggle's Awareness Country.
Unfortunately, Giggle's knowledge of the Awareness Country was incomplete as he only had Spiritual Energy. The other four missing components were Dreamscape Proliferation, Dimension Conversion, Virtual Reality Mirroring and Thought Regulation. 
"It's a pity. According to my partial knowledge, I'm only able to increase the upper limit of the awareness country to one billion people."
Zhao Yao recalled Grayley's semi-everlasting dreamscape and guessed that he could create an awareness country because of his complete understanding of it.
He had no time to think about this. He had to increase the upper limit of the awareness country and upgrade Dust Ball to Level 25 to unlock the supercats' level cap in Book.
As he had sizable experience points and diamonds, he wanted to use the diamond hall to improve his equipment and strengthen himself. 
As Zhao Yao thought about his plan, he stood up and walked out of his room. "I've been away for a few days. I wonder if my silly cats miss me."


"Let go of that kitty cat!"

A shooting star whizzed through the sky, causing countless super powers to appear on Earth.

However, the main characters that awaken during this phenomenon aren't humans, but cats...

During this event, this same thought appeared in the minds of countless cats: "Am I a god?"

Zhao Yao, an ordinary human, is the only person that can control these super cats.

Zhao Yao: "Am I a god?"

………………

TL's Intro：

Zhao Yao, the protagonist of the story, is the most ordinary man you could possibly imagine. Since graduating from college, he had been engulfed by his bureaucratic workplace and its toxic environment. To make things worse, he has neither a car, money nor a girlfriend. The only silver lining was his fat and lazy cat, Matcha, which provided a semblance of company and friendship.

However, things were about to change drastically for Zhao Yao and Matcha. One shooting star will transform their lives into anything but ordinary.

[Name: Red Thorn
Type: Lightsaber
Color: Red
Core: Neutron Blood Star
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Rank: Ascension 
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Uniqueness: Growth]

In the standards of the World of Almeria, the lightsaber Red Thorn was already an Ascension-ranked artifact, which was considered as very good. Also, it was possible of growth by absorbing special energies so the core could rank up and produce and more dangerous laser blade.

=============================================

On the border between [Anarchic Demonic Lands] and [Holy Kingdom of Arsia]

The border between these two subjects could be classified only as outskirt or wastelands. It was empty, nothing was here and the whole place seemed to be devastated by war. Not even animals lived here, besides some powerfull magical beasts, as this place was war zone between humans from [Holy Kingdom of Arsia] and their enemies, such as demons, vampires and other non-humans.

As Vitiate look around himself and saw the state of the [Anarchic Demonic Lands], he wasn't surprised that the demons and other non-human races always tried to conquer the territory of the human kingdoms which were under the protection of their gods and churches.

Of course, the result would be different, if true non-human powerhouses participated in the wars, they would be probably able to conquer one or two countries and destroy at least one church.

Vitiate was clothed in the pitch-black Darksteel Sith Armor and his entire person was covered in a cloak. He also wore a Sith mask, to prevent people from recognizing his face. It was something that he picked up as Counter Guardian.

=============================================

Before the unknown cave, [Anarchic Demonic Lands]

"Hero-sama, the demons have barricaded themselves in the cave and resistance is heavy. Fortunately, with blessings from God of Light, we will win."

Said scout to the man in white armor.

"Send more soldiers and knights in. Those filthy non-humans must be disposed of as soon as possible. If we are able to eliminate them, we could push on the borders with demon nations nearby."

Answered the Hero to his subordinate, who then turned around and then he left to tell another message. The moment one scout left another one came. 

The scout that came now, was panting heavily, probably from the fact he was running here from the long distance.

"Reporting. To the place we are located, an unidentified person is on his way. He is clothed in weird black armor and wearing a mask and black cloak. We can't say if it is human or demon, but we have confirmed that he is leaking weird dark aura."

"Send there 15 soldiers of the Human Level to know who is the intruder. If it is human then capture him and if a demon or other race then kill immediately."

"Yes, sir!"

Saluted the scout as he turned around to deliver the order.

=============================================

"Those should be subordinates of that person called Hero. Hmm, so Jedi-like. Pathetic weaklings."

It was an only small-scaled group of fifteen soldiers, while they were rather good armed, they were only Sequence 8 and one of them was Sequence 7, which was nothing to Vitiate as he could equally fight and even kill Sequence 6 thanks to his rich combat experiences and abilities.

After several minutes, all soldiers arrived before Vitiate and completely surrounded him. One of them stepped forward, it was the Sequence 7 and yelled at Vitiate.

"Immediately prove yourself or you will be killed for heresy under the name of the God of Light."

Vitiate looked at the soldier with [Eyes of Akasha] and noticed that it was Sequence 7 of Paladin Path of Holy Light. Nothing too serious, even though he was Archdemon, it would require someone at Ascension Level to produce Holy Light to be able to endanger him mortally.

He then took out his lightsaber, Red Thorn, and crimson red plasma blade appeared, giving out ominous and dangerous aura. Before the soldiers could even know what happened, Vitiate used his superior speed and appeared before the Sequence 7 soldiers and severed his head and one swing of the lightsaber.

With the usage of Jyuo which was considered as most aggressive form of lightsaber combat and combined with his superior speed, he was killing one soldier after another. After killing all fifteen them in a few minutes, he noticed that all of them were very weak and their Pathways must be those of ordinary quality.

Some of the Beyonder Pathways were called common ones, meaning that their strengthening effects were very weak, but in exchange, it was very easy to reach the Sequences. People following these paths were often used as cannon fodders and nothing more.

Vitiate then searched the surrounding if someone was left alive, and noticed that one of the soldiers was still alive, what a surprise. Apparently, he only had severed legs, so he could live for an additional several hours, but would still eventually die.

As the man was still alive, Vitiate used the [Knowledge Drain] on him to get some information from his head. The man started screaming from the pain, but soon, he turned silent as the continued use of the [Knowledge Drain] destroyed his brain and he was nothing more than a living puppet.

"Hmm... so he is so close to my position? What interesting."

Muttered Vitiate as he slashed his lightsaber, severing the man head. Then he turned off his lightsaber and continued to the place where the Hero was located. Now Vitiate wanted to kill a man even more, as he was resembling the Jedi too much. 

Their hypocrisy and their faith in that they are doing is the best disgusted him, but these followers of God of Light were even worse than that. Apparently, in the sieged cave, there were a few demons or vampires that were hiding in the human territory and were uncovered, after a huge battle most of them were heavily injured, but they still managed to kill several powerhouses of humans. 

Now only one of the powerhouses of non-humans of that group was alive, but he was severely injured and would die anytime, because of that only newly summoned hero of Sequence 6 was sent after them.

Everyone is always trying to reach the Root. Many are seeking knowledge, power or glory.
Regents of Root, protectors of the Akasha and equilibrium in the universe.
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Story of Regent of Root on his journey to experience Records of Myriads worlds and dimensions while building the Imperium of Dungeon.

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