Building My SSS-Rank Universal Empire: From Trash to Cosmic Overlord Chapter 307: Anything could go wrong

But Slya was frowning at the two discs. "Why do you make two then?"

Vale placed his hand on the blue disc. "This will be for the Captain of the Bind Knight. But this black one is for , and it can override the blue one."

Slya and Tiber nodded at that.

Vale continued. "But that’s not why I called you in here. Slya, as the more combative one, you will be the captain of the Bind Knight. The captain of the one hundred."

Slya stiffened, her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth without speaking. She looked from Tiber to Vale and then again, as if she couldn’t trust what she was hearing. "What?"

"You will be the Captain of the Bind Sky," Vale replied firmly.

Slya blinked several tis. "You trust enough for that?"

Vale had to smile. "I trust that you will give my interest your best. And I know you’ve been itching for fighting, but you have stuck to my side. Well, not that you still won’t be stuck to my side, but at least now you’ll have so people to boss around."

Slya smiled at that. "You know too well."

Vale turned to Tiber. "No position for you, you’re still my special advisor. But right now, the two of you have a problem that we must solve."

Tiber nodded. "Errant Knights."

"Right," Vale nodded. "You need to make Errant before the war. I know you have been trying, but this ti I’m going to help you. I already have a thod at hand. Since you can’t absorb a monster’s core whole as a construct user, I will act as the core for you two."

Tiber and Slya swallowed. It was sothing they had been dreaming of since when Vale reached the Errant Rank in the Borderland.

It had made them beco a burden, and even though Vale didn’t complain, they weren’t comfortable with it, and that was why they were doing everything else to help him.

But then, there’s no Errant Knight that could compare to Vale Athrimir, Slya thought silently to herself.

Vale t their eyes. "It’s going to be difficult. Extre. And either of you could die. Are you going to do it?"

They didn’t even think about it twice. "Yes, we will."

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Again, Vale handed over the day-to-day ruling to the Administration while he entered the Enchanted Association building once again.

The project he gave to the Chairman was in two parts, and it had been completed. The only part that Vale was making use of now was a room.

The room was empty but for the formation that had been drawn on the ground.

The formation was that of three circles connecting to each other. Two of the circles connected to a bigger one.

Vale sat cross-legged on the bigger formation and brought out a small box from his spatial ring.

Slya and Tiber also chose a circle and sat cross-legged, their backs toward him.

"I have co up with a solution. Since you don’t have a core of your own or a physical construct to work with, then you will have to build an imaginary one," Vale said. "Well, not imaginary since you will be using it like a physical thing. But well."

"Imagine an image of , anyone, and then hold it like the formation. Already there should be one, since I am your construct. Now you will have to make the image as firm as you can in your mind. When you are ready, let know."

Vale sat there in silence. The formation he was sitting on was connected to the central formation that gathered essence, so he had a lot of it to play with.

After about thirty minutes, Tiber announced that he had the image already, and Vale wasn’t surprised to hear that. Tiber deals in the mind, after all; it would be even more unusual if he didn’t get to it first.

One hour and ten minutes later, Slya was done as well. She was comfortable with the image she created.

"Now cos the difficult part. The image you hold will have to stay put in your mind while you fill it with essence. The essence is directly from a monster. You must keep it contained while you fill all the essence from the monster in."

They nodded, and Vale began. He took a deep breath and held the two cores. "Get ready!"

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Two days later, they were still in the room.

The formation beneath Vale was lit up in blue light, each word glowing individually, and he himself was covered in a blue sheen as the core he was holding seed to lt in his hand.

The essence he was getting ran down the formation and the lines that connected it with the other two and into their formations.

It didn’t directly enter their bodies. Instead, it was scattered into them, slowly soaking into their bodies like cotton soaking in water.

But even with that thod, they still felt pain. It was as if each and every cell in their body was getting shredded and then filled out.

Because they had no core, they could only draw the energy from the monster’s core through their bodies. That was why Vale first destabilized the energy.

Tiber grunted. All the veins in his body stood out sharply against his skin, and he seed to have lost weight. The space around him seed to warp and twist, and different illusionary images flickered within, as if he was projecting his dreamscape.

Slya seed to be calm. In fact, it was as if she was not showing any signs and was calmly asleep. But above her, gently spinning, was a sword. A black sword that was ten ters big. The sword had been forged using her powers, as if she was projecting her powers into it.

Vale, for his part, sat calmly. He was feeling pain, but it was sothing he was used to. He continued to drag the power from the core into the formation. But his face was tense, because anything could go wrong at any ti.