Fated to Die to the Player, I'll Live Freely with My SSS-Class Ship!-Chapter 94: Fall of a Depraved King (5)

The artificial gravity, which had been holding everyone firmly against the floor, suddenly vanished. However, nobody—except King Meyers—showed any signs of surprise at this sudden turn of events.

In a split second, his sharp eyes scanned his surroundings.

The brainwashed soldiers? They didn't care. They continued their relentless barrage as if nothing had changed.

Cassandra? She kept her mocking smile, watching King Meyers with an expression that bordered on amusement.

Eva? She stood beside Cassandra, her fighting spirit burning brighter than ever.

Arthur?

Nowhere within sight.

King Meyers immediately suspected him as the culprit behind the anomaly—but before he could fully process the situation, reality struck.

*ZIIN!*

*SLASH!*

He had to keep defending against the incoming projectiles, but without gravity stabilizing him, the reaction changed.

"UGH!"

Every time he neutralized a laser attack, his body was sent flying, tumbling through the air in a disorienting spin.

No matter how absurdly powerful his ability was, it still obeyed the laws of physics—specifically, the law of action and reaction.

The force lost by the incoming projectiles was transferred to his body, albeit reduced by a great margin.

Before, with his feet planted on solid ground, he had been an immovable wall.

But now, with zero gravity, he had turned into a super ball—bouncing uncontrollably.

The lasers struck the edges of his cutting field, sending him spinning and rolling through the air like a ragdoll in a hurricane.

Despite their target's erratic movements, the soldiers never missed a single shot.

The result?

*BAM!*

Within moments, King Meyers slammed into the farthest wall from the entrance.

His body pressed against it, battered by the tiny but constant forces returned to him by his own ability.

Still, it was more than enough to keep him pinned down.

"D-DAMN...!"

His concentration wavered, his mind struggling to cope with the dizzying effects of the ride.

Even so, his mastery of his ability was so refined, he blocked every attack, no matter how chaotic his situation was.

Now that he was immobilized against the bridge's steel wall, Eva made her move. She grabbed what looked like a large rocket launcher—but it wasn't a conventional weapon.

It was an Electromagnetic Pulse Cannon—a weapon that was said to be the antithesis of all electronic devices and systems.

"Say your prayers, bastard!" Eva sneered, pulling the trigger.

The next instant—

An invisible pulse swept across the bridge.

All electronics failed instantly—including their suit thrusters, life support systems, and weapons. Even the bridge's control systems were disrupted, causing the lights to flicker wildly.

"...!"

But that brief moment of disruption created a golden opportunity—for King Meyers.

The endless barrage that had kept him locked in place halted.

A split-second opening—and he didn't waste it.

"DIE!"

Using his second ability, he swung his sword, sweeping it across the battlefield.

Everything within 100 meters of him was cut cleanly in half—including soldiers, their powered suits, and all.

A single, brutal attack took hundreds of lives instantly. Still, more than half of the soldiers remained.

And Cassandra? She was beyond his reach—roughly 200 meters away.

If he wanted to strike her down, he needed to cover the distance himself while also fending off the remaining forces.

It was a tall order—especially since the ECC modules of their weapons had just activated, bringing their systems back online.

But despite the odds, as long as he reached Cassandra, victory was his.

King Meyers moved.

He bent his body, pressing his feet against the wall, preparing for a powerful leap. His mind shifted into hyperfocus—the world around him slowed to a crawl.

His eyes flicked across the battlefield, tracking every single weapon muzzle locking onto him.

If he jumped now, he could reach an optimal position, clear out the remaining soldiers in 1.5 seconds, and have Cassandra within range half a second after that.

A berserk grin stretched across his face. Victory was almost within his grasp.

But then, his bloodshot eyes locked onto his primary target—

And his expression fell.

Cassandra was standing there, holding the prismatic key in her hands.

But—

Half of the shaft was missing.

It was as if the tip of the key had been embedded into the empty space before her.

Her mocking smile remained—the kind of smile that made it painfully clear that his efforts were meaningless.

"...!"

In that instant, King Meyers' instincts screamed.

Something was wrong.

Really wrong.

His back turned ice-cold—as if Death itself had just slung an arm over his shoulder, grinning at him. A paralyzing sense of dread overtook him.

His head snapped upward.

And in that moment—

The world flashed white.

A prismatic beam of pure destruction descended from the heavens—

Like divine punishment itself.

**A few seconds before divine punishment**

Right after Cassandra laid out her plan, the three of us moved.

To put it simply, our goal was to wipe King Meyers off the face of the universe in one clean blast.

But to pull it off, we each had to execute our tasks perfectly.

Eva's job? The simplest—she just had to fire the EMP Cannon on cue.

My job?

I had two tasks.

One—disable the artificial gravity module aboard the Eclipse Sovereign. Without that, King Meyers could escape what's coming next.

And two—control the Range Falcon the moment Cassandra opened the rift.

The plan had multiple prerequisites, but if executed flawlessly, it would be the cleanest kill possible.

We didn't waste time.

I moved fast—jumping to the side of the wall and leaning against it.

With a flick of my remaining hand, I materialized a virtual keyboard, tapping commands at blinding speed.

Nanobots, already dispersed through the bridge, infiltrated the ship's security systems.

I broke through multiple layers of encryption—one-handed.

It wasn't particularly difficult—after all, I was used to typing with just one hand.

…Don't ask how I got used to it.

I'm not telling.

Anyway, I matched the timing after Cassandra finished her provocation and shut off the gravity.

Still, she's... acting, right? It's not like she's actually showing her crazy side now, right...? For some reason, her current demeanor was 100% identical to the Crazy Princess I knew.

*BOOM!*

Almost the very instant the gravity module was disabled, King Meyers slammed into the far wall of the bridge.

Seeing how the solid metal panels bent upon impact, that had to hurt—even with his uniform-like powered suit absorbing some of the force.

"Eva, now!"

Cassandra's low whisper made Eva spring into action.

She quickly shouldered an EMP Cannon—an equipment salvaged from one of the brainwashed soldiers—and aimed.

Her lips curled into a fierce grin as she growled, "Say your prayers, bastard!"

The moment she pulled the trigger, a powerful directional electromagnetic pulse swept across the entire bridge.

Even my terminal flickered, despite me being outside the range—a testament to just how powerful the EMP was.

Inside, all electronics instantly failed.

With this, King Meyers lost his ability to maneuver—his powered suit's thrusters should've been fried, making any mid-air corrections impossible.

At the same time, the EMP disabled the weapons of the brainwashed soldiers.

That part was intentional—a crucial step in Cassandra's plan.

With their weapons offline, King Meyers would prioritize eliminating the soldiers first.

Because if they managed to recover, they would simply resume their relentless barrage, locking him in a semi-perpetual beating.

His head must be spinning right now, his vision narrowing, his focus slipping.

Thus, he failed to notice Cassandra's movements—

—how she quietly turned the prismatic key.

With a single, fluid motion, she twisted the key, opening a large portal above the Eclipse Sovereign.

It wasn't big enough to let the Falcon through, but it was big enough for the Brionac to fit.

My only remaining hand moved swiftly, sending a compressed command to Percy. At the same time, I received feedback—a direct view from the Range Falcon's cockpit.

The ship shifted from its standby position, its nose pushing through the narrow opening—

—shoving the Brionac's barrel through the portal.

The cameras on the Brionac came online, giving me a clear, unfiltered view of the Eclipse Sovereign's spherical hull.

I didn't waste a single second.

As the weapon's targeting system locked on, I began charging the shot.

Saturation levels rose—reaching critical within moments.

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But time was not on our side.

We could only afford a two-second charge before King Meyers would reach Cassandra.

Cassandra's expression remained in her "Crazy Princess" mode, but up close, I could see it—the sweat dripping down her face.

Despite how well things were going, she was nervous.

But it didn't matter.

The target had already entered the death circle.

Without hesitation, I pressed the button.

The Brionac fired.

A prismatic beam, charged at 50% concentration, rained down—a pillar of pure destruction and light.

Though the charge was low, it was still enough.

Like its namesake, the Brionac's beam pierced through the Eclipse Sovereign's thick hull, reaching the bridge in an instant.

A beam of energy, over a hundred meters in diameter, erased everything in its path—

—including most of the brainwashed soldiers.

A "necessary" sacrifice.

There was no escape.

Even King Meyers, with all his abilities, couldn't disperse such a concentrated blast.

And even if he somehow did—

—the sheer heat from the energy transfer would melt him to the bone within moments.

The powerful beam lasted several seconds before fading.

Despite the display of overwhelming force, the beam failed to punch through the ship's other side. 50% just wasn't enough for full penetration.

"...!"

But that wasn't the end.

The moment the hull was breached, the vacuum of space did its work—

A violent decompression ripped through the bridge, trying to suck everything out into the void.

Eva reacted instantly—grabbing Cassandra and anchoring themselves to the wall.

I did the same, while also maneuvering the Range Falcon back, retreating it into dimensional concealment.

Some of the soldiers weren't as lucky.

They were dragged into space, disappearing as if they'd been flushed down a drain.

After about a minute, the pressure inside and outside the ship equalized, and the pulling force stopped.

{... Is it over?}

Cassandra's voice came through—hesitant, almost uncertain.

The bridge was in complete darkness, the only light coming from the flickering sparks of exposed wires.

The few remaining soldiers quickly regrouped, forming a protective circle around Cassandra.

As we scanned the aftermath, something became clear—

King Meyers was gone.

Completely.

There was no trace of his body.

Only a single golden crown remained, floating in place.

It was a strange sight.

A trinket that should have been pulled into space, yet somehow remained inside the ship.

A symbol of something.

"...He's dead."

I muttered, keeping my tone solemn.

Then, I raised my fist—

And shouted for all to hear—

"King Meyers is dead! This war is Princess Cassandra's, our, win!!!"