The coronation of Mira as the "Queen of the People" was not a celebration; it was a funeral for an entire planet. As she stood on the balcony of the Lia Estate, overlooking billions of cheering citizens via global broadcast, she felt a cold, indigo thread wrapping around her heart.
In the planetary core, Yuan sat in the center of a massive Causality Array. His silver hair defied gravity, and his eyes had become two swirling vortices of absolute nothingness.
"The stage is set," Yuan whispered. "Lia... come to me."
Lia, the Rank 4 puppet, descended into the core. She stood before the boy who had once been her lover, then her victim, and now her absolute master. Yuan didn't look at her with affection. To him, she was no longer a woman; she was a Rank 4 Energy-Battery that had reached its peak charge.
"Master... I... exist to serve," Lia's programmed voice flickered, a final spark of her original consciousness struggling against the Null-Logic.
"Then serve your final purpose," Yuan said, his voice cold as the Void.
He didn't use a blade. He activated the Abyssal Consumption Protocol. Yuan's chest tore open, revealing not a heart, but a Singularity Gate. Thousands of indigo tendrils erupted, piercing Lia's translucent porcelain skin.
She didn't scream. She began to dissolve. Her Rank 4 Dimension Walker essence—the power to fold realities—was being violently sucked into Yuan's Rank 2 frame.
[SYSTEM ALERT: CRITICAL ENERGY INTAKE...]
[ABSORBING RANK 4 CORE: LIA_VANCE]
[EVOLVING: SPACE-TIME WEAVER -> GALACTIC OVERLORD (98%)]
As Lia's body turned into stardust and vanished into Yuan's chest, the planet itself began to groan. The Global Mana-Grid, which Ethan Vance had spent 50 years building, was now connected directly to Yuan's soul.
"Mira," Yuan's voice echoed in the Queen's mind. "Activate the Aegis-Final protocol. Now."
On the balcony, Mira's eyes turned indigo. Under Yuan's total mental override, she pressed the golden seal.
Suddenly, the "Miracle" the people were waiting for happened—but in reverse. Every mana-implant in every human being on Earth began to glow. It wasn't giving them power; it was draining it. The life-force of billions, the heat of the core, and the very atmosphere of the planet began to be pulled toward the Lia Estate.
"What are you doing?!" Ethan Vance's digital scream echoed through the speakers, his holographic form flickering in terror. "You're killing the world, Fang Yuan! You're erasing everything we built!"
"I am not erasing it, Ethan," Yuan replied, his small body growing, his skin turning into a dark, starlit obsidian. "I am compressing it. You built a cradle for humanity. I am turning that cradle into my Throne of Stars."
The Earth began to shrink. The sky turned black as the atmosphere was sucked into the singularity at the core. Oceans evaporated into pure energy. In the center of this cosmic apocalypse, Fang Yuan stood tall, his presence now dictating the gravity of the entire solar system.
He had bypassed the Rank 3 limit. He was no longer just a "Weaver." He was a Galactic Overlord.