Hye didn’t forget his own growth, either. He diverted a massive portion of the highest-grade crystals into his own Crystal Heart, fueling the engine of his personal power for the trials ahead.
Across his territory, Hye’s friends were being bombarded by notifications. One by one, they opened their inventories to find not just the items they had dread of, but a hoard of resources that defied all reason.
The shock was absolute. They had expected a few shipnts; Hye had sent them the contents of an empire’s warehouse.
The ssage was clear: The period of preparation was over. The age of expansion had begun.
As the final data packets and inventory transfers cleared his system, Hye’s private comms channels erupted with a flurry of activity.
His friends and generals, overwheld by the sheer scale of the resources he had dropped into their laps, realised they couldn’t process this alone.
They imdiately convened an ergency high-level summit—excluding Hye. They needed ti to digest the implications of their new wealth, to categorise the "junk" that turned out to be treasure, and to form a cohesive front before their Lord returned to demand results.
Hye didn’t mind the exclusion. When they ssaged him for clarification, he simply inford them that he would remain in seclusion at the palace for a few days.
This wasn’t a vacation; it was a deep-dive into the chanics of his new empire. He needed to draft a blueprint for the next era, knowing that his impending departure for the Outer Battlefield would leave a power vacuum if he wasn’t ticulous.
He anticipated the Outer Battlefield with a mixture of cold pragmatism and burning ambition. It was a gamble of the highest order.
Those who survived that theatre of war would return with the seal of Level 2 unlocked—a transformation that would elevate his military might from planetary defenders to cosmic conquerors.
The dilemma gnawed at him: who to take, and who to leave? If he took his best generals and most elite veterans, he ensured success in the Outer Battlefield but left his ho territory vulnerable to the jealous eyes of the Toranks or the remnants of the traitors.
If he left his best behind, he risked his own life and the future of his kingdom on the front lines.
This was the most severe decision he faced, and he needed a general layout of his "Order of Battle" before he sat down with Lily, Legend, and the others.
"Now," Hye whispered, his eyes narrowing as he turned his attention to the most mysterious part of the trade. "Let’s see what’s so ’useless’ about these thousands of races."
He pulled a single token from his inventory. It was fundantally different from the warrior tokens he was used to. It was larger, cast in a heavy, resonance-conducting alloy, and pulsed with a faint, dormant heartbeat.
The tokens were colour-coded in a hierarchy that mimicked the system’s rarity tiers: white, green, blue, gold, black, and a haunting, vibrant red.
Hye picked up a golden token and focused his spiritual sense on it. As the system interface flickered to life, he found himself sitting bolt upright on his throne, his eyes shining with a fierce, predatory light.
[Roranto Race Token]
[Grade: Gold]
[Status: Lost Race of a Failed Apocalypse]
[Details: This is a summoning token for a civilisation that lost its standing in the universe. During their own apocalypse, they refused to submit to the higher rulers as slaves. Instead, they chose to seal their entire species into a state of stasis within these tokens, waiting for a Lord who could et their price.]
[Allegiance Condition: Drop a single drop of blood and fulfil the specific Trial of Will set by the race’s elders.]
[Unsealing Condition: Provide U.stat crystals to initiate the awakening, enough to reach one tenth of level one for every mber of the race.]
[Result of Unsealing: Gaining 100,000,000,000 (one hundred billion) mbers of the race.]
[System Remarks: It is advised to unseal this race over a territory consisting of at least ten large planets or thirty small ones to accommodate the imdiate population explosion.]
[Special Note: The Roranto were legendary warmongers. While they lack high-level industrial intelligence, their innate magical affinity is terrifying. With proper training and support, they are easily ranked within the Top 100 strongest Mage Races in the known universe.]
"Impressive doesn’t even begin to cover it," Hye muttered, his voice raspy with shock. He reread the ssage three tis to ensure he hadn’t hallucinated the zeros.
For a bulk paynt of U.stat crystals—sothing he now had in abundance—he could instantly spawn an army of a hundred billion mages who were sworn to his blood.
His current military was heavily weighted toward physical combatants and shield-bearers. He had always lacked a dedicated, mass-scale magical artillery corps. The Roranto didn’t just fill a gap; they created an entirely new dinsion of power for his kingdom.
He looked down at the mountain of tokens remaining in his inventory. If a Gold-grade token provided a hundred billion mages, what did the Black-grade tokens hold? And the Red ones—the ones that pulsed with a colour that looked like fresh blood?
He checked a Black-grade token next. It contained a race of master architects and void-smiths, capable of building star-fortresses out of raw asteroids. He checked a Red-grade token and found a "Guardian Race" whose individual power floors started at the cap of Level 1.
The Hescos had considered these "useless" because the cost of unsealing them—the millions of U.stat crystals and the massive planetary real estate required—was a logistical burden they didn’t want to carry for "failed" species.
To an established empire, a hundred billion hungry mages was a famine. To Hye, who had just bought tens of thousands of artificial planets and possessed a bottomless vault of crystals, they were the legions of a god.
Hye threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing through the cold, empty halls of the palace. The "junk" he had bought was an instant empire, waiting to be born.
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