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Chapter 1864 Hero

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When Hedrick heard the news, he let out an enraged, guttural scream that echoed through every corridor around him. No one could tell whether that scream burst out because of the devastating news itself, or because of the relentless bodily curse tearing his insides apart day and night.

But deep within, beneath all the anger and pain, Hedrick saw the fragile structure of his dreams collapsing like a dying star.

It had been obvious from the very beginning that the Galaxy of the Cursed Behemoth and the Galaxy of the Savage Behemoth had only been waiting - patiently, hungrily- for any excuse that would allow them to increase their involvement in Middle Sector 101.

When Hedrick found the seed, that was the spark they had been waiting for. They immediately used their immense influence, pushing vast political weight behind Zaryon and providing him with an overwhelming coalition of allies. With this manufactured force, they enabled him to spark what seemed to be a purely personal war between the son of Zavaros and the son of Helmor-two heirs bound by an ancient and venomous feud that stretched across generations. These were allies Zaryon, on his own, could never have dreamed of gathering. Through that single calculated maneuver, they funnels six thousand fleets - yes, six thousand- from multiple sectors directly toward Middle Sector 101. The fleets marched in openly, boldly, with no attempt at subtlety. And technically, nothing about their entry broke any explicit agreement; it was something "acceptable" under the circumstances.

The Bright Galaxy was supposed to react immediately, even if the conflict was framed as a personal matter.

After all, who in their right mind would allow a crowd of strangers from dozens of distant lands to march into the village he governs, torch a house within it, and simply stand there in silence?

Especially when that house was the wealthiest, largest, and most influential house in the entire village. What would the rest of the villagers think of their ruler's silence?

But the galaxy said nothing, remained frozen... and so he was the one who fought.

With the invaluable aid of the Shadow Swords, he shattered their scheme and brought the invasion to a grinding halt.

When the war reached a suffocating dead end and Hedrick finally began regaining his balance, the two galaxies struck again. They dispatched a new wave of reinforcements-this time a thousand joint fleets led by two Monarchs and two Guardians. Unlike before, they were forced to act officially, no longer able to hide behind Zaryon's personal grudges. They stepped forward as galaxies, yet still offered no remotely reasonable justification for their actions. Hedrick knew perfectly well that after the arrival of the Note Gen-4 armada, the galaxies would absolutely find another route to send more support. They would continue pouring resources into the conflict endlessly, refusing to stop until they achieved whatever secret objective had drawn them here-whatever

it was.

If their aim had been the destruction of Verillion alone, they would have targeted it directly.

They would have thrown the thousand fleets and the four Law Domination experts straight at Verillion, and the matter would have ended swiftly, especially since Hedrick would have been occupied elsewhere.

That was why-even after he regained the upper hand thanks to the Note Gen-4 armada-he knew it was temporary, a fleeting moment of balance. They would return to Middle Sector 101 without a shred of doubt.

So he made a decision as bold as it was reckless... and annihilated an entire armada, killing a Guardian in the process.

If they were coming anyway, why not reduce the number of competitors beforehand?

But what he had never accounted for was that the Cursed Behemoth and the Savage Behemoth themselves would intervene directly-deploying more than half of their armies and sending most of their descendants in one enormous

wave.

Whatever they were plotting in Middle Sector 101, it was beyond obvious they would not retreat from it.

And it was equally clear that Hedrick was not part of their plan-meaning they intended to remove him from the board by any means necessary.

That realization alone made Hedrick feel that everything that had happened so far-all the battles, sacrifices, and victories-had been nothing but a colossal waste of precious time.

Would his ambitions, his vengeance, everything he had clawed for, truly come to a halt simply because two entities who had nothing to do with anything suddenly decided that interfering in Middle Sector 101 was a brilliant idea?

...In that bleak, agonizing state of mind, Hedrick withdrew completely from the world. For three long months he isolated himself, refusing to meet anyone. All offensive operations against the three remaining armadas ceased entirely during that period, as if the battlefield itself had fallen asleep.

As for the three armadas of the allies, they stopped searching for Hedrick and his men once they heard that reinforcements were approaching. Instead, they descended upon random small planetary empires where they ate the citizens' food, drank their drinks, and violated their women. They behaved like a pack of seasoned bandits who had decided to take a break from raiding, a spectacle that made countless people's blood boil.

Aside from that shameful chaos, everything else fell silent... all wars froze in place, as if the entire sector was holding its breath, waiting for the next catastrophe to begin.

Everything fell quiet-quiet in the same haunting way the world stills before a colossal storm tears the sky apart.

And those who finally spoke, who erupted in outrage after weeks of suffocating silence, were the Millennial Empires of Middle Sector 101-the very empires that had flourished for ages under the firm, orderly governance of the Bright Galaxy, which had long enforced harsh, uncompromising policies forbidding the destruction of other empires. They were the ones who moved first!

All of them began pressuring the Bright Galaxy relentlessly, urging it to find a solution, to intervene, to regain some shred of dignity after the Galaxy of the Cursed Behemoth and the Galaxy of the Savage Behemoth stomped all over them without hesitation. Their desperation reached the point that they even offered to mobilize under Bright Galaxy's banner, ready to march and defend the sector in its name if that would restore their honor.

But instead of a strong, decisive answer... they were simply told that Lord Orion

and his siblings had departed to negotiate.

A vague excuse, a distant promise, nothing more.

Drained of hope, frustrated and ashamed, the Millennial Empires began meeting secretly, whispering behind closed doors and sealed channels. They attempted to contact Draice, Hejra, and other influential pillars of the Crumbled Dreams Empire once it became widely known that Hedrick had been

gravely wounded. They were scrambling for any support, any intervention, anything that might prevent a sector-wide catastrophe.

... By the end of the third month following the great battle and the Behemoths'

official declaration, Theo entered Hedrick's chamber without knocking, without hesitation. His face was expressionless.

He placed beside Hedrick a curse-antidote-an extremely rare compound

purchased from the Spell Galaxy through the Soul Society for one hundred eighty million Pearls, and next to it he placed a single sealed message.

Then, without uttering even a single word, he trned and walked out.

Two full days passed before Hedrick finally stirred. He reached for the message, broke the seal, and found only four simple words inside-four words

that hit him harder than any weapon:

"You have not lost yet."

...Three additional months crawled by before Hedrick emerged once more. This

time he walked out completely healed, his body restored, his curse eradicated -and on his face burned a severe, furious expression, an expression

overflowing with barely controlled wrath.

That very same day, he coordinated with Alexander and Tharn, meticulously

aligning their forces, then personally led two armadas at the front. On that day, he descended like a blade of judgment upon one of the three remaining enemy armadas -the armada of Guardian Skorvian- and repeated the massacre that had shaken the sector months before.

Skorvian managed to escape again, but not unscathed as he had the first time.

This time Hedrick tore a massive portion of his abdomen along with his entire right shoulder, sending Crumbling energy spiraling violently into his insides, chewing through his organs slowly, painfully, mercilessly.

Skorvian succeeded in fleeing only by executing a precise, brilliantly calculated escape plan while sacrificing multiple fleets in the process. But after he vanished into the void, no one could confirm whether he was alive or dead after sustaining such a monstrous injury. What was certain, beyond all doubt, was that he would not appear again for an extremely long time-if he ever

returned at all.

As for the armada trapped between Hedrick's two massive forces... unlike their commander, they had no path to escape.

This time Hedrick issued a ruthless, absolute order: eliminate every last one of

them, no matter the price.

And the price was steep-uncomfortably steep.

Ten additional fleets from the Note armada were obliterated, while nearly fifty fleets from Marshal Tharn's forces were lost in the brutal fighting.

But in exchange, Skorvian's entire armada was shattered completely-reduced to drifting wreckage and ruin. Only a handful of smaller battleships managed to

slip away from the annihilation.

This became the largest direct space battle in the last several million years - without any competitor- and unquestionably the most devastating, with over 350 fleets destroyed from all sides.

There are young Millennial Empires that have not managed to gather such a massive force even over the span of countless ages!

The sudden, thunderous return of Lord Hedrick rippled across the entire

sector like a shockwave. Reactions exploded everywhere, spreading from empire to empire.

But one reaction rose above all others, becoming the most widespread, the

most heartfelt, the most repeated:

For the first time... everyone in the entire sector began to look upon Lord Hedrick as a true, undeniable hero.

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