2026-09-21 19:23:10The sterile smell of antiseptic and copper hung heavy in the cold vacuum of space, anchored by the surreal hospital room suspended within the temporal illusion.
Austin stood on empty air, his simple black tunic unruffled as he stared at the sickly forty-year-old man sitting on the steel hospital bed. The figure was the exact reflection of his previous life—emaciated, hollow-cheeked, and broken by a lifetime of quiet, agonizing betrayal. "You built a kingdom amon
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Chapter 290: The Quiet Moments of Fatherhood
The midnight hour over Vance Manor was hushed, serene, and still. High above Earth, the floating estate drifted through the upper atmosphere like a silent, white-stone sanctuary anchored in a sea of stars. Down below, the distant lights of Manhattan and the quiet coastlines flickered peacefully beneath a clear, night sky, wrapped in the impenetrable, invisible protection of the imperial perimeter array.Inside the royal nursery, the ambient lighting had automatically dimmed to a warm, candle-lit glow.The soft, therapeutic melodies of the Lullaby Array played at a barely audible frequency, filling the room with gentle, rhythmic acoustic waves that mimicked the quiet murmur of a mountain stream. The air was warm, fresh, and faintly scented with white lotus blossom and star-cedar.Sitting in a wide, plush velvet rocking chair near the tall bay window was Empress Clara. She wore a loose, soft nightgown of cream silk, her long silver hair falling over one shoulder.
Chapter 289: The Annual State of Peace
The Grand Square of the Central Realm Imperial Palace was a sprawling expanse of white star-marble, framed by tall alabaster pillars and flowing gardens of eternal lotus blossoms. On this bright, golden afternoon, the square was filled to capacity. Scholars in dark blue robes, lower-realm farmers in rustic tunics, trade delegates in tailored suits, and martial artists from distant star sectors stood shoulder to shoulder in absolute, harmonious stillness.Above the central plaza, towering multi-dimensional projection screens hovered in the clear sky, broadcasting the event across ten thousand star systems, Earth’s continental hubs, and countless lower-dimensional worlds.There were no rows of heavy artillery, no displays of terrifying divine energy, and no armored honor guards lining the pathways. The atmosphere was calm, dignified, and filled with a quiet, expectant reverence.Step by step, two figures walked out onto the elevated marble balcony overlooking the
Chapter 288: The Family Picnic on Vance Peak
The afternoon sun over the ancestral grounds of the Vance estate cast a warm, brilliant golden light across the highest summit of Vance Peak. Perched high above the clouds, the emerald meadow blossomed with rare star-lotus flowers, their subtle fragrance wafting on a soft, refreshing mountain breeze. Below, the sprawling valleys and floating lakes of the estate stretched toward the horizon in serene, unbroken harmony.Spreading across the thick, soft grass was a massive woven picnic blanket of cream-colored star-silk, laden with an abundant spread of home-cooked delicacies.At the head of the blanket, Lord Arthur sat in a comfortable linen shirt, sipping iced berry tea while chatting animatedly with Lord Aston. Aston had shed his rigid military posture for the day, sitting back in relaxed grey trousers as he carved slices of roasted mountain fowl onto porcelain plates. Nearby, Lady Katherine sat beside Amelia, helping her arrange fresh pastry baskets while exc
Chapter 287: Olivia’s First Array Firm
The morning sun over the newly developed tech-district of Neo-Manhattan reflected off the sleek, glass-and-white-stone facade of a modest five-story building. Unlike the towering, imposing skyscrapers of imperial megacorporations, this building felt welcoming, modern, and grounded. Mounted beside the polished glass entrance was a clean, brushed-gold plaque that read: Vance Spatial Architecture & Design Labs.Inside the third-floor open-plan office, sunlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating rows of drafting desks, floating holographic blueprint nodes, and stacks of spatial calculations.Olivia Vance stood in the center of the bustling room, wearing a sharp charcoal-grey blazer over a white blouse, her dark hair pulled back into a neat, professional ponytail. Her cheeks held a rosy, energetic flush, and her brown eyes sparkled with clear, unshakeable determination."The resonance frequency on the second node is still drifting by zero-point-
Chapter 286: The Office Life of a Trade Governor
The central headquarters of the High Imperial Galactic Trade Bureau rose majestically over the Central Realm’s prime administrative sector, its polished white-stone towers wrapped in flowing spatial transit tubes. Inside the top-floor executive suite, high-resolution holographic ledgers drifted across the air in organized streams of blue and gold, tracking logistics data across ten thousand star sectors.Sitting behind a massive desk carved from solid star-walnut was Ethan Vance, High Imperial Governor of Trade.Having recently returned from his time-dilated honeymoon pocket dimension with Princess Amelia, Ethan looked refreshed, sharp, and thoroughly energized. He wore a crisp, tailored navy suit with an open collar, his hair neatly styled, his fingers tapping lazily against a glowing crystal stylus as he reviewed quarterly revenue projections.Beside his desk stood his senior executive secretary, Master Corvin—a veteran scholar with thick glasses who had
Chapter 285: Cultivation in the New Era
The early morning mist over the central plaza of the Vance Imperial Academy drifted lazily through towering white-arch gateways. Thousands of students, local Earth workers, and lower-realm scholars sat cross-legged on the soft, green grass lawns. Unlike the tense, competitive atmosphere of ancient cultivation sects—where disciples fought viciously over scarce spirit herbs and bloodline elixirs—the air here was filled with a tranquil, refreshing stillness. Floating in high orbit above Earth, inside the quiet study of Vance Manor, Austin Vance sat at his mahogany desk. He wore his simple black scholar’s tunic, unbuttoned slightly at the collar, resting comfortably in his high-backed chair. His dark-brown eyes, carrying the quiet, rotating galaxies of his Multiverse Creator status, observed a sleek, gold-embossed crystal scroll hovering before him. With a gentle, micro-precise gesture of his stylus, Austin finalized the last line of t
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