Morgan, her mouth full, mumbled through food, "Hurry and eat. You promised me victory snacks."
Jin-Woo smirked slightly, chewing as his other hand kept the Holocron tight. A quiet chime rang inside his mind—one only he could hear.
[Notification: Level Up ×5 — +5,000,000 EXP received]
[Level 23: Congratulations]
He blinked once. The interface expanded before his eyes like an ancient scroll unfolding:
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[SYSTEM STATUS – SYNCED UPDATE]
Name: Sung Jin-Woo
Alias: The Armored Man, Ashborn, Joever Bideney
Anchor Status: 2/4 (Second Anchor – The Dark Side Anchor)
Age: Unknown
Level: 23 (Jedi Rank: mid-Level Jedi Knight / Sith Rank: mid-Level Sith Warrior)
EXP: 500,000 / 1,100,000
Midichlorian Count: 50,000 (Second Anchor Realized)
Occupation: Unknown
Credits: 5,000,000 (Updated from Sith Shrine Loot)
[Battle Equipment]
• Vectivus' Lightsaber – Black-colored blade (Black Kyber Crystal embedded)
• Proto-Didact Exoframe – Restrains True Power
• Sentinel Beam
• Cindershot
[AI Companions]
• Offensive Bias – War Executor-Class AI
• Despondent Pyre – Secondary Monitor AI
[Inventory]
• Incomplete Starforge ×1
• Holocrons of Sith Shrine (Still Being Analyzed)
• Holocron: Ritual of Immortality
• Blood Kyber Crystals ×27
• Kaiburr Crystal Shard ×2 (Bound to Jin-Woo)
• Sith Warblade
• Sith Alchemy Relics
• Other Sith Shrine Relics (Still Being Analyzed)
• 5× Gacha Vouchers
• Zeta Halo Ownership
• Revan's Armor and Mask
• Companion Voucher ×1
• Mantle's Approach Teleportation Voucher ×1
• Full Kaiburr Crystal ×1 (Bound to Jin-Woo)
• Blackstone Fortress Teleportation Voucher ×1
• Darth Vitiate's Personal Holocron ×1
• Custom Color Kyber Crystal ×1
• Holocron of Nomi Sunrider
• Koyanskaya Heart ×1
• New Republic Era Holocron (Jedi + Sith Knowledge Combined)
• Darth Caedus's Hidden Contingency Protocols & Hidden Keys
• 1× Yuuzhan Vong Fleet Voucher (Includes Baanu Rass – 120km Worldship-Class Vessel)
• Rakatan Holocron Fragment
• Ancient Rakatan Schematics: Star Forge Blueprints
• 5× Gacha Vouchers
[Force Abilities]
• Force Ghost
• Force Phantom
• Force Jump
• Force Push / Pull
• Force Telekinesis
• Force Lightning
• Force Throw
• Force Choke
• Force Drain
• Mind Control / Manipulation
• Mechu-Deru
• Transfer Essence
• Force Healing (Cade Skywalker version – advanced cellular regeneration, revival-grade)
• Force Enrage (Rage-enhanced precision and brute power in 6 minutes)
• Naga Sadow's: Battle Meditation / Projective Telepathy
• Force Cloak / Force Camouflage
• Force Illusion / White Current
• Force Light
• Shatterpoint
• Force Shield / Force Absorb
• Midi-chlorian Manipulation (Locked – Requires 100,000 Midichlorians)
[Skills & Passive Abilities]
• Master Swordsmanship
• Expert Marksmanship
• Adept Telekinetic Lightsaber Combat
• Sith Alchemy
• Skill – Muur Talisman
• Right to Claim Korriban as Throneworld
• Flow Walking
• Sith Battle Coordination
[Titles]
• Sigma – Boosts charisma and aura leadership, especially during crowd speech and political negotiation (Level: Adept)
• Endbringer of the Republic – Only affects Joever Bideney. Passive effect: induces fear across all factions except Abeloth
• I Am Armored Man – When using the exoframe unmasked, seen as a galactic hero. Strong diplomatic leverage with Jedi and Republic Senators (especially Ranulph Tarkin)
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Jin-Woo smiled as he reviewed the stats, fingers drumming lightly on the table.
The system felt more stable now, more real—like the edges of his fragmented legacy were finally locking into place. All while Morgan slurped down her next kebab.
Then—
ALERT .
A sharp alarm pulsed directly into Jin-Woo's mind.
[ALERT: KOROS STROHNA ARRIVAL IMMINENT]
ETA: 30 seconds to Proper Human history reentry—designated coordinates: YOUR LOCATION.
Impact radius projection: 50 kilometers. Estimated casualties: 3.6 million.
Jin-Woo's smile faded.
Tch. So much for calm. It's transporting here—here. If it slams down now, it's going to make a crater bigger than the entire Camden Market. I can't send it to the World of Eternal Slumber… the shadows will attack it the moment they sense unknown life. They'd see it as an intruder before I can explain.
A glowing stopwatch-like projection appeared in his left palm.
30… 29… 28…
The ticking echoed in his mind like a death knell. He looked up.
Morgan had just grabbed another skewer—but she froze mid-bite.
She saw his face. The stillness in his eyes. The way he hadn't moved to say anything.
"…You need something," she said quietly, setting her food down. "I can tell."
The glowing timer continued counting down.
27… 26… 25…
Morgan stood slowly. Her expression wasn't smug, or playful. It was calm. Resigned. She'd seen this look before. Not in him—but in generals who'd lost a route of escape.
She exhaled. "So," she said softly, "this is the first time… you're going to ask for help, huh?"
Jin-Woo looked at her without flinching. "That Water Mirror technique of yours—can it transport something? Something… say, two kilometers up. Above this place. Something the size of a twelve-kilometer bioship."
Morgan blinked. "…I can transport anything, sure. But the great Shadow Monarch asking me for help?"
Her voice lilted with a teasing tone. "I think I misheard that. Maybe I should ask for a fa—"
She stopped. Her smile dropped as the words hit her brain just a second too late.
A twelve-kilometer ship.
Morgan's eyes narrowed. Her voice dropped. "Jin-Woo… you want me to transport that living alien ship into the sky… don't you?"
He didn't answer.
He simply lifted his left hand and showed her the projection in his palm.
20… 19… 18…
Morgan's lips tightened. "You saw it yourself," she said quickly, almost breathless now. "My magecraft couldn't even scratch the damn thing. My blades shattered like glass when they touched its skin. My Water Mirror isn't some unbreakable thing, it'll pop like a balloon if I miscalculate, or if that thing breathes the wrong way…"
Jin-Woo didn't say a word. He just stared at the countdown, still ticking.
17… 16…
Morgan grit her teeth. "Can we just evacuate? I can open a temporary water mirror to my Lostbelt. You can shadow-walk out. We live to fight another day—"
"No," Jin-Woo finally said, quietly but firmly. "Impact radius is fifty kilometers. I can just get out and even direct impact won't even deal smallest damage on me . You can get away too. But I don't like making 'friendly fire' a habit."
He turned to her fully. And gently… placed both hands on her shoulders.
"Can you be my servant, Morgan Le Fay?" he asked. "And be my hero?"
Morgan froze. It hit her like a spell she hadn't cast.
Not a command. Not a manipulation. A request. From him.
Something inside her cracked.
This is the first time… someone's depending on me like this. Not just for battle. Not just for fun. But truly… needing me.At his side.
Her throat tightened.
Tears slipped silently from the corner of her eyes as she whispered, "...I'm needed."
Jin-Woo tilted his head and teased, "The Queen is crying."
Morgan sniffed, wiped her face harshly, and tried to keep her voice from shaking.
"We're about to cause an apocalyptic event, and you're being smug."
But then… she smiled.
And her voice softened. "But I'm glad. I'm glad I finally found someone who needs me. With all his heart."
Jin-Woo's eyes flicked to the projection in his palm.
12 seconds.
He stepped forward, away from the table—away from the kebab stand now frozen in time, as if the very air around it refused to move. The green Sith Holocron nearby crackled with eerie electricity, pulsing harder with each passing tick. Static ran along its edges like a countdown to a rupture.
Morgan fell in step beside him. She kept pace. Her breath calm. Her too casual.
"I saw my proper human history once,"
she said, half-laughing, half-bitter. "My Britain. The real one. It was… beautiful."
"I was jealous," she admitted, like it was the first time she'd ever said it aloud.
"But I never thought i would be the one saving it."
Jin-Woo didn't reply. Just smiled in silence.
And then— Tires screeched. A black sedan rounded the curb like it'd been chasing the pulse. Doors slammed, and a tall man in a coat stepped out, eyes immediately scanning the situation like he'd been given two pages too few in a briefing.
Waver Velvet—Lord El-Melloi II.
He adjusted his scarf, stepped forward, and opened his mouth.
"Are you the one who's called Jin—"
"OYYYYY MAGI SHUT UP!!!" Morgan snapped like lightning.
Waver blinked, visibly recoiling. "I—I was just—"
"I'M STRESSED, YOU PERFUMED TEA-STAINED LECTURER!" she barked, pointing . "DO YOU SEE THE SKY?! DO YOU SEE THAT GREEN-DEATH CHRISTMAS LIGHT OVER THERE?!"
She turned and pointed at the Sith Holocron now pulsing like it wanted to detonate London just to make a point.
"That thing is about to drop a 12-kilometer living spaceship on top of your city and you're out here doing knight impressions?!"
Waver raised both hands slightly in surrender, brow twitching. "...Noted."
Jin-Woo, not missing a beat, muttered, "Shut up, Waver. If we miscalculate, the entire London's going to have a fifty-kilometer crater."
Waver Velvet, Master of the Clock Tower, graduate of the Holy Grail Wars, and lecturer can only silent
Morgan's eyes narrowed. "How long?"
Jin-Woo's eyes didn't leave the sky. "Five… four… three…"
The wind twisted unnaturally. A pressure weighed heavy in the air like the atmosphere was about to collapse. "Two."
Morgan's entire posture stiffened. Her heels dug into the cobbled stone. Every spell circuit in her body hummed.
Waver opened his mouth to ask something—
"One."jin woo said its final count
The green Sith Holocron stopped crackling. And then… The sky fractured.
Space didn't open—it bent. Reality Warped . A green core warped outward from the holocron, collapsing in on itself—and then expanded.
Koros-Strohna, a living ship of the Yuuzhan Vong, bloomed into existence like an eldritch birth. From an object the size of a crystal to twelve kilometers of alien bio-flesh in under a second. The air erupted in soundless pressure, as the entire Camden Market was eclipsed in its shadow.
The beast-ship dropped like a meteor.
Morgan's jaw clenched. Jin-Woo's mana flared—a black and violet aura surged outward, swirling into her body. She felt it instantly: strength, reflexes, resilience. He was lending her power. She didn't ask. He didn't explain.
The ground shattered under the incoming impact.
"Now!" Jin-Woo shouted.
He thrust his hand upward—a geyser of shadows exploded skyward, forming colossal limbs, tendrils, invisible anchors that gripped the falling worldship. It slowed. But the sudden weight… was a bit difficult .
Morgan's hands blurred into formation—Water Mirror. She didn't just summon one—she summoned a dome, layers stacked upon layers, weaving magical tethers into the clouds themselves, trying to cradle the ship's descent like catching a boulder with a spiderweb.
It still hit. Hard. Several buildings crumbled on impact. Cracks split across the market like fault lines. Glass burst. The carousel collapsed into twisted brass and wood.
Morgan staggered, spitting blood. "The Water Mirror is useless! It resists all kinds of magecraft—!!"
"You're God command's !" Jin-Woo's voice boomed across the district, rippling through reality.
"—My servants—activate the dovin basal! Get that thing airborne! Climb up! At least five kilometers! NOW!"
From the bio-hull of Koros-Strohna, hundreds of Yuuzhan Vong emerged from their fleshy pods , their bodies scarred and decorated in living armor. They moved with no hesitation. The dovin basals—gravitic creatures fused to the ship's systems—roared to life, creating spheres of anti-gravity that reversed the descent.
The air imploded upward. ripping the clouds in spiraling vortexes. The sky wept static.
Koros-Strohna's living flesh flexed, its engines pulsing with organic power. Vong crews chanted in tongues, reverent of Jin-Woo, and under his gaze—the worldship rose.
But there was a problem. The dovin basals, though obedient, were still weapons of planetary scale. If they focused on one spot—just one—they could decimate an entire country. Split a moon. Reverse gravity in a kilometer-wide dome. The danger wasn't over.
Jin-Woo turned his gaze, sharp and decisive, toward Morgan.
Then he moved. He grabbed her hand gently, yet with weight—like it carried trust that couldn't be spoken.
And then—he surged his power. Shadow Monarch energy—his true essence—his primary power, , the dominion of shadows themselves—flooded into her body like a roaring tide .