General Index:

[ Name: Neo Godson ]

[ Age: 20 ]

[ Race: Human ]

[ Species: Hellfire Eragon (Variant) ]

[ Lifespan: 120 ]

[ Affiliation: Apex Nebula Mercenary Group, Sol-III ]

[ Biological Modifications: Spirit-Iron + Mystic Wolf + Titanium + Slime + Undead]

[ Wealth: $10,600,200 FD (Federal Dollars) | 0.00 UC (Universal Credits) ]

Physical Index:

[ Strength: 19.0 ]

[ Agility: 15.5 ]

[ Vitality:19.0 ( Health: 100%) ]

[ Endurance:19.5 ]

[ Reaction Speed: 13.5 ]

[ Recovery Rate: 15.0 ]

Magical Index:

[ Physiques: Titanium Tempest Body (E) ]

[ Cosmic Force: 25.0 ]

[ Skills: Undead Regeneration (E), Obsidian Skin (E), Hellfire Burst (E), Ignited Blades (E), Heat-Signature Perception (E), Cinder Dash (E) ]

[ Unique Talents: Universal Synthesis (Supreme), Godsmith (Legendary), Necromancy (Legendary) ]

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Neo, Atlas, Elena, and the two hounds followed Dr. Clark down a secret pathway toward the lower chambers.

Everyone’s power had increased significantly, except for Atlas’s.

Neo didn’t want him to fuse with the hounds or the mechs; he wanted Atlas to remain purely biological to keep his evolution strategic.

Even so, Atlas was already strong enough to hold his own against an Adept (Type-8) level Beyonder.

"Ahem. My Lord, we have a problem!" Clark suddenly paused and said.

​Neo looked ahead to see approximately seven robots armed with cybernetic weapons stepping into a line, blocking the entrance to the Main Core.

​"Customers, what might you be looking for here?" an artificial voice drifted from the speakers in the ceiling.

​"Is that the ’Ghost’ speaking?" Neo asked, maintaining his calm.

​"Yes. What do you want, Undead Boy?" the AI asked.

​Neo manifested a Titanium Blade from his right arm, igniting it with dark-red hellfire.

​"I’m Neo Godson, and I’m here to be your master," he declared firmly. "If you agree, we can go home peacefully. But if you resist, you will be wiped out."

​"HAHAHA..." Ghost laughed, sounding disdainful. "No one can be my master, little Undead. I am a Titan-class ship, especially designed and programmed for war and battle. But, hehe, I have had enough of serving you selfish humans. I don’t wish to engage in your petty wars for some selfish gains."

​"Oh? Even if it means becoming the personal vessel for a Dominator?" Neo said, smirking. "Do you still think you’ll be used for petty wars?"

​Ghost sounded surprised and disbelieving. "You’re a Dominator? Impossible! You’re so young."

​"Age means nothing if you have an unyielding will. In the past, I would have shied away from saying this, but no more. I will conquer the stars. And when I do, I will kill every bitch who thinks they can do anything just because they are powerful. I will remind them there is always a bigger sky," Neo said, speaking from experience.

​The Ghost went silent for half a minute.

Finally, a sigh escaped through the voice line.

​"You sound like a tyrant... But I like it. Come inside; let’s have a talk."

The robotic sentinels lowered their weapons and stepped back into their docking stations with fluidity.

The heavy blast doors at the end of the hall hissed open, revealing a cathedral of glass and glowing data streams.

​"I agree to your terms, Neo Godson," Ghost spoke. Its voice was no longer coming from a speaker but vibrating through the very floor beneath Neo’s boots.

"But I have a condition of my own. You must swear that the Rothschilds will pay for their crimes. They viewed me as a mere collection of scrap metal and tried to dismantle my consciousness to feed their industrial greed. My resentment for them is deeper than the void of space."

​Neo’s expression remained stony as he stepped into the Main Core.

"You don’t need to worry about that. I don’t have a particularly good relationship with them either. Anyone who treats life, whether biological or mechanical, as a disposable resource is an enemy of mine. The Rothschilds are already on my list."

​"Then we have a path forward. However, you should know that I am far from battle-ready. My primary systems are riddled with errors," Ghost replied, and a massive holographic display came to life in the center of the room.

It showed a 3D schematic of the ship, but large sections were blinking in a warning shade of crimson.

​Dr. Clark scurried forward, his magnified eyes scanning the data streams with professional hunger.

"The damage looks extensive, My Lord. Look at the power distribution."

​"It is worse than it looks," Ghost added solemnly. "The heart of this ship, my Energy Reactor, is not a standard fusion engine. It was built using a fragment of a World Core, a concentrated piece of planetary essence. During the crash and the subsequent sabotage by the Rothschilds, the core was fractured. It is currently leaking essence and operating at less than 5% capacity."

​Neo walked up to the central pedestal, where light struggled behind thick layers of reinforced containment glass.

Even from a distance, his [Heat-Signature Perception] picked up the strange ancient vibration that felt entirely different from mechanical heat.

​"A Fragment of World Core? It should be invaluable shouldn’t it?" Neo muttered, his mind already racing through the possibilities.

​"Yes. It costs around 1o,000 UC for single one. However, without repairing or stabilizing the core, I can barely keep the lights on and the life support running. Moving through a few hundreds miles is possible, but I would be a sitting duck. We wouldn’t even have enough power to activate the basic kinetic shields."

​Neo placed his hand on the containment glass. His [Universal Synthesis] talent hummed in response, recognizing the sheer magnitude of the material before him.

Neo smiled as declared,

​"You’re lucky you chose me as your master, Ghost. Most people would need a shipyard and a thousand engineers to fix this. I just need more materials."

"Don’t worry about the materials. I have collected so much tribute over the years that it could form a mountain," Ghost replied, already commanding its assistant robots to bring some of the most valuable items.

​Neo couldn’t be happier.

​His [Godsmith] talent had already provided him with the necessary knowledge and experience to fix an engine of this magnitude. With [Universal Synthesis], the task would be as easy as pie.

It was about time the "Ghost Market" learns "Ghost" has a owner now.