Varik's gaze moved to the prototype formation etched into the floor.

Not just multiple concept attacks, it also somehow carried the entire Origin Net.

He doubted even Lexaria's galactic net worked like this. Their Nodes connected to distributed servers across thousands of worlds, not a single formation.

"How is this… how is this even stable?"

Adrian didn't answer immediately. He simply watched the golden-white interface flickering in Varik's Node.

"Prepare the mana ink," Adrian said. "Enough for planetary-scale formations. And gather the mana crystals for it. The prototype is ready. Now we build for real."

Varik's eyes widened. "Planetary-scale? My lord, that's—"

Adrian handed him a parchment. Lines of runes covered its surface, describing how to modify Nodes with the Origin Net's signature.

"Train every inscriber who can etch this," Adrian added. "They'll need precision. Even a single wrong symbol and the Node won't connect."

Varik took the parchment with trembling hands. "Understood."

He bowed low, already barking orders before he left the chamber.

...

Days passed.

The entire Origin Capital system buzzed with preparation.

Barrels upon barrels of mana ink were delivered to the Origin Construct every day. Thousands of them.

Crates of mana crystals followed, carted through anti-gravity rails into vast vaults deep beneath the construct.

Adrian personally infused each one with the Source. One by one, the pure mana crystals transformed into Source essence crystals, glowing faintly white-grey.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Origin Capital's construction continued.

Across the capital, everyone had their roles.

Aurelia managed the defense fleets and spacelanes, coordinating patrol routes and docking schedules.

Elara and Thomas oversaw trade networks, negotiating contracts with merchants from every clan and empire.

Kael and Draven drilled new recruits, turning former slaves and volunteers into disciplined soldiers.

Selena and Septimus trained inscribers, teaching them precision and discipline in runic work.

Cassian and Lucian oversaw the production of Knowledge Spheres, ensuring quality and distribution.

Every day, Origin Capital grew. Step by step.

And every day, Draven grumbled.

He stood on a landing platform, watching another ship unload barrels of ink. More caravans of mana crystals rumbled past.

"At this rate, half our income's drowning in ink and crystals!" he muttered.

Septimus smacked his shoulder with his staff. "Better drown in ink than blood. It's for the planetary defenses."

Draven scowled. "Hah. Defenses? That much ink could paint the entire Origin Capital blue!"

Cassian walked past, arms crossed. "Let him work. Adrian knows what he's doing."

"Does he?" Draven shot back.

Lucian didn't speak, but his gaze followed the barrels being unloaded. His expression was thoughtful.

...

Days turned into weeks.

The vaults beneath the Origin Construct filled with Source-infused crystals. Thousands of them, glowing softly in the dark.

Adrian stood among them, hands glowing faintly as he infused the last batch.

His essence flowed into each crystal, converting pure mana into Source. The process was slow, draining, but necessary.

Finally, the last crystal pulsed white-grey.

Adrian exhaled slowly. He rose to his feet, looking at the sea of glowing crystals around him.

"It's time."

Later, Adrian stood atop the highest balcony of the Origin Construct.

He looked across the void, at the seventy planets orbiting in synchronized patterns. At the moons, the suns, the vast emptiness between them.

He rose into the void.

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All across the capital, people felt the surge of his presence.

The void itself shimmered with pale white-grey light as his Source essence unfurled, expanding like a sea.

Workers on construction platforms froze. Soldiers on patrol ships turned toward the Origin Construct.

Below him, every sealed container of mana ink exploded open.

Not in chaos, but in harmony.

Millions of liters of glowing ink burst free, coiling and weaving through the void, following invisible threads of will.

It formed rivers of light that swirled around him, encircling entire planets.

Across every world, ships halted mid-dock. Work crews looked up from towers.

Even deep in the mines, people paused as the void above shimmered with unnatural light.

Billions looked skyward.

...

Varik stood on the command balcony of the Origin Construct.

He froze in place. He recognized that pulse of mana.

"…Lord's starting."

...

Even Azrael, on his planet, felt the tremor ripple through the atmosphere.

He looked up into the void, his black wings unfolding instinctively.

"What is that human doing?" he murmured.

...

Confusion spread among those who saw the spectacle.

"Why's he using it all at once?" one inscriber whispered.

"Isn't he building separate formations for every planet?" another asked.

Draven's voice crackled over comms, loud as ever. "Tell me he's not pouring a planet's worth of ink into space. Is he insane?"

Before anyone could speak again, the answer revealed itself.

Adrian's essence guided every droplet of ink.

He etched runes directly into the fabric of the void itself.

The ink solidified mid-void, burning into reality as permanent symbols.

Adrian hovered at the heart of the formation zone.

The void above the system was illuminated only by the swirling lattice of symbols taking shape across the stars.

One by one, the glowing lines connected. Forming circles upon circles that stretched beyond planetary orbits.

Wrapping around suns and moons alike.

A colossal formation began to take shape.

A star-system-scale formation.

Wrapping every planet, moon, and sun within the Origin Capital.

The first of its kind in galactic history.

...

From the surface, it looked like the heavens themselves were being rewritten.

"By the gods…" Varik whispered, watching from the balcony.

His hands trembled.

Aurelia stood beside him, her space domain resonating faintly. She could feel the structure taking form above.

"That's not a planetary formation…" she murmured. "That's something much, much larger."

Selena's golden tattoos flickered, reacting to the runic density above. "Is he insane? He's turning the entire star system into one big rune!"

Septimus said nothing. He simply stared, staff gripped tight in his hands.

Even Draven had gone silent.

...

Azrael rose into the void, wings unfurling.

He stared at the spectacle. The web of light spanning planets like veins of a living being.

"Impossible," he whispered. "No one… no one could inscribe a formation that large alone."

"Not even Lexaria attempted this."

...

Adrian floated at the heart of the massive formation.

The Source pulsed through him, each beat guiding his hands.

Every rune aligned. Every concept locked into place.

The final symbol burned into existence, a closing bracket to contain the system itself.

When the last stroke solidified, millions of Source-infused crystals rose from their vaults far below.

They drifted upward through the void, trailing faint white-grey.

The crystals gathered before Adrian, clustering together into a single radiant mass that hovered like a miniature sun.

He extended his hand. His fingers brushed the core socket of the formation, a hollow space at the very center.

The cluster slid into place.

Contact.

The formation awakened.

A pulse of white-grey brilliance erupted outward, cascading through the void in rippling waves.

It washed over planets, moons, stations, every celestial body within the Origin Capital system.

The entire system glowed as if reborn, bathed in soft, radiant light.

From below, people stared upward.

No one spoke.

No one moved.

Adrian descended slowly, his form outlined against the glowing formation above. He landed atop the Origin Construct.

Before him stood everyone who mattered.

Aurelia, Elara, Thomas, Septimus, Selena, Kael, Draven, Cassian, Lucian, and Varik.

Their faces reflected the glow still shimmering in the sky.

Adrian turned first to Varik. "Did you finish training the inscribers?"

Varik opened his mouth, but Septimus stepped forward first.

"We took care of it," Septimus said, staff tapping the ground once. "Not many could handle the precision you asked for. Etching into a Node isn't simple."

Selena crossed her arms, golden tattoos flickering faintly. "But we finished modifying the Nodes of all core members."

She tilted her head. "I still don't understand why you wanted it done. What's the point of this?"

She assumed it was just a technical tweak Adrian did and followed it.

Adrian smiled faintly. "You'll see soon enough."

He folded his hands behind his back. "Activate your Nodes, think of switching networks, and choose Origin Net."

They exchanged glances.

Elara frowned slightly. Thomas raised an eyebrow. Draven grunted but complied.

One by one, Nodes flickered to life.

Blue holograms shimmered before each of them, familiar Lexarian interfaces. Then the blue wavered and shifted.

Golden-white light replaced the cold azure glow.

Text appeared across every display,

› Origin Net: Connection Established

› Registering mana signature…

› Registration Successful.

Silence.

Absolute silence.

Everyone stared at their displays, eyes wide.

Selena's voice came out in a whisper. "He's… created another Net."

Draven blinked at the hologram, shaking his head slowly. "Madman. He's tearing down another monopoly."

Elara's hand rose to her mouth, her voice soft with disbelief. "You built a new Galactic Net…?"

Thomas chuckled under his breath, pride and awe mingling in his tone. "Haha, that's my son!"

Kael said nothing, but his jaw tightened. His gaze flicked between Adrian and the glowing formation above.

Septimus finally looked up from his Node. "How…? How did you even do this?"

Adrian raised his hand and pointed toward the void.

High above, the glowing formation still shimmered faintly, an endless web of light encompassing the entire Origin Capital.

"In that formation," he said quietly, "lies the core of the Origin Net."

He lowered his hand. "And it does far more than connect."

Aurelia's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

Adrian looked at them, "When danger comes, you'll see for yourselves what it can do."

No one spoke for a long moment.

Then Adrian straightened, his voice ringing clear across the platform.

"We've built this for months. It's time to open the Origin Capital."

They have been building the capital for nearly 2 months now since the banquet.

He turned toward Varik, "Announce the opening of the Origin Capital. Invite everyone. Let the galaxy see what we've built."

Varik's eyes widened briefly, then he bowed deeply. "At once, my lord."

He turned and began transmitting orders to every communication relay across the system.

Messages rippled outward, carried through the void toward every empire, every clan, every corner of the galaxy.

Cassian's eyes glowed faintly, his voice soft but resonant. "This is the dawn of something greater. The galaxy will never be the same again."

Lucian stood beside him, silent as always, but his gaze lifted toward the formation above.

Everyone fell silent.

Their eyes turned upward, to the vast, glowing formation that now wrapped their skies like a celestial halo.