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blood from his nose
Author: ajengfelix
last update2026-01-04 17:58:21

—A shriek tore through the auxiliary’s confines, not from Anton, but from the massive slab of slag. Jean Valéry's vision swam. He expected total cessation, dissolution into non-existence. Instead, the blinding white alien beam struck his Anti-Transmutation Coral Battleship, its force ripping through his very being, not in destruction, but in a profound *reversal*. His Calcination Elixir, surging to finish its work, met an elemental null, and both fought for dominance within his failing core. It wasn't death. It was a shattering rebirth.

“Gaaah!” Jean roared, a primal sound of agonizing metamorphosis. His body seized. The alchemy-pure blood from his nose solidified mid-air, crystallizing into minuscule, rainbow-hued dust. His vision exploded, not with blinding light, but with an incomprehensible flood of raw, unmediated data. He saw the world, the universe, not as elements or matter, but as interconnected, vibrating *frequencies*. The alien craft above was not metal; it was a complex s
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  • raise the hull now

    The single shout, laced with the bitter residue of stolen primordial energy, sliced through the air, but Anton’s confidence was a cheap veneer barely concealing the sheer, undiluted fear in his eyes. Gaston, clutching the rough, volcanic stone mahkota, met the challenge with the unyielding stoicism of a newly forged sentinel. The crystalline aura of his complete Tidal Transmutation glowed intensely, amplified by the silent, powerful psychic transmission now emanating from the figure in the clear water below him: Jean Valéry, the living, petrified core of the entire operation."You are no king, Anton," Gaston rumbled, his voice low, filled with a resonant power that chilled the nearby spectators. He did not retreat. He stepped forward onto the podium. "You are merely the residue of filth that Jean discarded. Our duel is over. You will be a sample for his new alchemy."Anton shrieked, firing his Transmuted Obsidium wire straight at Gaston’s chest, aimi

  • reading the secret message Jean sent

    The Envoy read, his eyes wide with shock. He turned toward Gaston."I am summoning the Envoy immediately. The Salt Throne demands clarity. Gaston. I will conquer the world. Not as the Criminal King, but as your Secret Protector. The Salt Throne must be recognized on the global stage."Jean Valéry channeled his last energy and ordered the Envoy to head to the American Navy port. They would negotiate now.The Envoy staggered, turning to Gaston. He smiled, not with contempt, but with absolute, cold certainty. "Congratulations, Criminal King. The Salt Throne must come to the Atlantic Alliance. I must deliver this to your submarine. Preparations are complete. The Italian Navy and the Cartel Fleet have been totally neutralized."Gaston grabbed the Envoy's parchment. Inside, Jean Valéry saw it. The Salt Crown had been globally recognized. Jean Valéry, backed by the Destiny of the Sea Protector, was now the True King, ready to fight on the wo

  • Toward the Atlantic Alliance

    “—I will take what is mine! Surrender your crown! Captain Neptune watches! The Final Transmutation Duel is now!”The single shout, laced with the bitter residue of stolen primordial energy, sliced through the air, but Anton’s confidence was a cheap veneer barely concealing the sheer, undiluted fear in his eyes. Gaston, clutching the rough, volcanic stone crown, met the challenge with the unyielding stoicism of a newly forged sentinel. The crystalline aura of his complete Tidal Transmutation glowed intensely, amplified by the silent, powerful psychic transmission now emanating from the figure in the clear water below him: Jean Valéry, the living, petrified core of the entire operation."You are no king, Anton," Gaston rumbled, his voice low, filled with a resonant power that chilled the nearby spectators. He did not retreat. He stepped forward onto the podium. "You are merely the residue of the filth Jean cast aside. Our duel is over. You will

  • You are not the King, Gaston

    —And he must secure all his forces. Gaston’s Crown is merely a defensive tool, but Captain Neptune and the Italian Navy are preparing. The US submarine *Ohio* is still patrolling, ready to seize the Throne. Now, he must go—The pure sapphire-blue water of the harbor, restored to its primordial state, surged violently as the small, battered Auxiliary vessel slammed its Transmuted hull to a halt at the edge of the Vieux-Port main maritime plaza. The engine, Transmuted by Jean for final bursts of speed, whined, settling into silence. The silence of absolute triumph and absolute exhaustion.Gaston immediately executed Jean’s final psychic command, though he was shaking with exhaustion. He knew every passing minute was a wasted tactical opportunity as the global powers watched. “GET OUT! NOW!” Gaston bellowed, leaping from the auxiliary's bow, his silver eyes blazing with the forced intensity of his new reign.Lucie, Bastien, and the sev

  • they are attacking the Throne

    The lead battlecruiser stopped dead in the clear, pristine water, its Captain on the deck staring in disbelief at the perfect clarity beneath the keel. A massive silhouette was already visible in the astonishing depths: the restored, magnificent Kraken, circling its silent, stony master.The silence that enveloped the harbor was broken only by the rhythmic thrum of the French Naval vessel’s conventional engine, its sound unnaturally loud against the sudden, profound stillness of the purified sea. The pristine waters—deep blue, almost black in their perfection—reflected the midday sun with blinding intensity. The air itself smelled of absolute, elemental cleanliness: ozone mixed with pure, primordial salt.On the deck of the battered Auxiliary vessel, now heavily listing from the repeated Transmutation assaults, Jean Valéry lay utterly motionless. His body, completely sheathed in its agonizing casing of hardening, smooth volcanic stone, was bein

  • stony master

    Jean Valéry leaped onto the Kraken, ready to purify his final ally, proving himself the Servant of the Sea.The sensation that slammed into Jean was not the crushing agony of the anti-matter spear, nor the chilling nullification of the alien void. It was an oceanic surge of absolute, primordial *grief*—Kraken's final, desperate psychic broadcast ripping through the psychic bond as the entity's magnificent body dissolved under the Void-Torpedos' insidious, universal dissolver. Jean’s own Transmuted body, his Gold-layered skin, hit the creature’s immense, flaccid hide with a splash, immediately absorbing the surrounding toxic, null-zone-infused water.“Jean!” Lucie shrieked, her voice filled with despair and profound terror. “Don't! That water! The Void will erase you!”Gaston immediately ordered the small Auxiliary vessel to halt, but its movement was already paralyzed, the inert energy of the Void field around Kra

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