My boot came down with the crushing weight of a collapsing star.CRUNCH.Vael-Kor, the Celestial Executioner, with its indestructible skull and dark matter, was crushed like a hollow tin can. The impact created a localized earthquake in the Tier-8 Dreadnought, shattering the floor of the throne room and hurling huge chunks of alien metal into the zero-gravity space outside the damaged hull.Vael-Kor's huge, 12-foot-tall frame shook once, and then it was completely paralyzed. The most dreaded predator in the galaxy had been slain, and his fortress lay in ruins.But I didn't have time for my celebration.The Overdrive Protocol was driving me crazy. My eyes went crazy; they would flash red and then black. I felt my brain being grated like cheese. In my head, the system alarms went on and on.CRITICAL WARNING: Overdrive capacity exceeded. Neural degradation at 89%. Host sanity fracturing. Immediate stabilization required.]I dropped to my knee, spitting up a concoction of human blood and

When you reach the top of the universe, you usually find that the so-called gods are just old men hiding behind expensive toys.I entered the Star-Fortress private airlock, the vacuum of space roaring past the thick glass. The High Council Flagship was in orbit a hundred miles away, surrounded by the swarming armada of ten thousand Architect warships. It was a large, pure white pyramid that exuded pure arrogant authority.I didn't have to travel by ship to get there. I didn't have to take a plane!I raised my hand, and unleashed the Tier-8 stellar fire and my Dark Matter Manipulation. I sliced my crackling black longsword right down the middle of the airlock, making a jagged, bleeding wormhole in the fabric of space.I didn't turn around, "Hold the throne, Maya.I passed through the cosmic rift, and I found myself, in a blink of an eye, a hundred miles away from the absolute war and right on the outside hull of the High Council Flagship.The battle had come to them, on the bridge of t

You cannot shoot a concept. You cannot punch a mathematical equation. When you step into the realm of the creators, the rules of violence completely change.The Chimera Star-Fortress was immediately engulfed by the blinding white vortex of the Stargate. Our planet-sized ship ought to have vaporized instantly as we crossed the dimensional boundary, but Maya stood at the front of the bridge, her ancient Phantom Ice-Blades crossed tightly over her chest.Our black fortress was surrounded by a huge glowing white shield of absolute zero, shattering the dimensional heat before it could melt our hull.The change was sudden, tumultuous and silent.As the blinding light subsided we were no longer in outer space.I gazed out of the huge windows of the command bridge. No stars were present. No planets, no nebulae, and no space vacuum. We were floating in an endless ever-changing sea of glowing golden-white data streams. In the distance, there were massive, impossible geometric shapes, rotating s

A god does not rebuild from the ashes. He simply rewrites the code.I was sitting on the command throne of the Chimera Star-Fortress, surrounded by a sleek and weightless aura of pure white-gold energy, which was the aura I gained when I reached Tier-9. With the absolute power of creation in my blood, my basic facial shape was still absolutely and stubbornly intact. The universe had bent to my will, and I had refused to let it change who I was. I was Kaelen Vance, the boy from the cold slums, and I'm now the architect of reality.The bridge's huge windows let the frozen, lifeless marble of Earth glide silently in the dark.Maya said softly, standing by my throne, "Kaelen. The Architects are dead, the Prime Founder is erased. How can we use the Earth?I gazed at the two-mile-thick ice caps and the destroyed and buried cities of my past."No, we don't thaw it out," I said, my golden-blue eyes blazing with full command. "We upgrade it."I lifted my right hand and clapped my fingers.Tier

A closed door is just a challenge to something hungry.The glow of the escape pod had been shattered, and its hull was torn open by the massive tractor beams of the Chimera Star-Fortress, which dragged the wreckage out of the cosmic ash and dropped it with a thud onto the floor of the lower hangar. The alien metal hissed as it released gasses of unknown color and neon green in the sterile air.Jax and his fifty-two silver-skinned, Tier-4 infantry immediately surrounded the pod, their heavy weapons locked and loaded.I exited the elevator with Maya and Nova on my left and right sides onto the hangar deck. The white-gold aura of my Tier-9 energy blazed over the big bay, casting long shadows against the walls. But, despite the raw power of the universe that flowed through my blood, my basic facial structure was still as perfect and as stubborn as ever. I was still Kaelen Vance. No matter how many dimensions I crossed, my identity was absolute.The metal composition is totally unknown," N