Chapter 185: ​The open vacuum of deep space did not present a silent, sterile void; it roared with a terrifying, non-linear distortion field that actively tore at the structural boundaries of reality. Floating thousands of miles above Earth's newly welded cybernetic sky, the white-gold [Null-Space Liquidation Beams] descended from the moon’s fractured orbit like planet-cracking lances of absolute erasure, cutting through the void at a text-defying Mach 200. ​Mark Shola blurred directly through the trajectory of the oncoming execution blast. He did not call upon a system-coded barrier loop or attempt to deploy an automated energy shield. ​HUMMMMMMMM— ​By forcefully activating his newly unlocked active modifier—[The Blood-Chrono Sync]—Mark synchronized his own biological muscle fibers with the raw, out-system time-vectors of the sector. The effect completely shattered the thermodynamic and physical laws of the grayed-out universe. The planet-killing white-gold lances violently stutt

Chapter 187: ​The colossal star-core diamond furnace sitting at the absolute center of the Valerion’s engineering bay groaned with a universe-rending, pressurized friction that caused the massive titanium floorboards to violently hum. Rivers of glowing white-gold liquid bronze and siphoned star-core matrix code, harvested straight from the shattered fragments of the out-system vanguard, were forcefully siphoned through the flagship's main processing lines. The standard silver-circuit boards of the baseline system remained completely dead and dark across Mark Shola’s vision, yet the raw, non-framework structural data vibrated with an explosive kinetic resonance that buckled the artificial gravity fields within the sector.​Mark Shola stood perfectly upright on the primary forge platform, his hands casually buried deep inside his combat jacket pockets. His vertical green pupils narrowed into sharp, predatory slashes as he tracked the massive rows of gold-bordered program

Chapter 189: ​The catastrophic shockwave of Sly’s fully unleashed mecha-dragon roar tore through the liquid diamond nebula of the supreme courtroom, completely fracturing the structural logic lines of the remaining [High Judges of the Final Core]. The massive, reality-erasing null lances that had previously threatened to un-write Mark Shola’s armada back into flat data segments froze completely solid mid-vacuum, entirely paralyzed by the sheer gravimetric weight of an active, real-world 7,000 CP Primordial Abyssal World-Devourer Dragon.​ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!​Sly’s five-mile-long cybernetic frame coiled majestically across the upper stratosphere of the unmapped final dimension. His non-reflective titanium dragon wings, crackling with an unyielding layer of toxic-green plasma acid arches, slammed forward with a thunderous kinetic force that threw the surrounding orbital coordinates into zero-gravity. Opening his colossal, machine-spiked jaws, he activ