Semua Bab THE ALPHA'S LOST HEIR: Bab 161 - Bab 170

★𝕬𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖆The launch platform at the Inter-Dimensional Gateway was no longer merely a conduit; it was the launching pad for infinity. After decades of careful, negotiated expansion, the Alliance was ready to step beyond diplomatic contact and into pure exploration.My mission as Grand Regulator had transitioned fully. My core was no longer tuned for defensive harmony, but for unforeseen opportunity.The Infinite Fleet was the single most technologically and elementally complex project in Alliance history. Each exploration vessel the Vigilance, the Resilience, and the flagship, the Harmony had to be an encapsulated, self-sustaining microcosm of the entire Alliance.Propulsion, Derived from stabilized Water Weaver kinetic energy, guided by Aero-Shifter lightning tech Tempest Core Accord.Defense, Protected by the new, dual-phase Ice Shield Lyra's geometry against abstract frequencies and anchored by a pocket Earth Anchor Drax's stabilization against kinetic shock.Comms, Managed by fi

★𝕽𝖎𝖝Stepping onto the crystalline floor of the City of Glass was an exercise in absolute control. The entire environment was built on a geometry so flawless, so precise, that my own Ice-Discipline, which I prided myself on, felt rudimentary and rough by comparison.The Luminar communicated with geometric probes beams of pure, focused light that mapped every element, every memory, and every thought for imperfections. They were not hostile, they were simply seeking absolute data."Rix, you are the most geometrically precise mind we have," Mela projected over the secured comms. "You must lead the data exchange. They want to know how our instability led to our harmony."My heart rate, though controlled, spiked. My greatest fear was not chaotic sound or physical danger, but mathematical error. The Luminar's scrutiny felt like a perpetual test of elemental perfection, and I was terrified of exposing the flaws the compromises, the desperate moments that defined our history.I met the pri

★𝕽𝖎𝖝The Temporal Core pulsed before us a massive, shimmering, crystalline globe the heart of linear time. The temporal fracture was not a crack of fire or a surge of water; it was a pure geometric distortion, a point where the fundamental mathematics of existence had broken down."Commander Zeva, hold us steady! If the ship shifts by a millimeter, the repair geometry will fail!" I projected, my hands already moving across the complex holographic interface.Zeva responded with immediate, absolute stillness, using her entire Sky-Claw core to lock the Vigilance into a fixed position against the swirling chaos of the Temporal Eddy.The repair required the synthesis of the Alliance’s deepest knowledge.Lyra's Ice-Discipline, To create the absolute, unmoving foundation of the repair matrix.Luminar Light-Folding,To apply the geometry with impossible precision across multiple temporal wavelengths.Aelia's Harmonic Anchor, To provide the fixed point in time, ensuring the repair didn't sli

★𝕽𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖓I stood on the highest peak above the Silvermoon Nexus, my Fire Core burning with the disciplined intensity I hadn't needed since the Shadow Wars. Beside me, Drax was already sinking into the earth, his immense Earth Core prepared for a task that risked geological cataclysm.The countdown to the Chronos Collective's attack was T-minus 10 minutes."Aelia and Lyra's Geometric Shield is ready," I projected to Drax, feeling the deep, geological response of his core. "But the shield is abstract. We need to provide the physical anchor."Drax’s mission was the most critical, to use the Earth Anchor not just for geological stability, but for temporal stillness.The Chronos Collective attacks by offering the continent infinite possibilities a chaotic fracturing of time. Drax had to impose absolute singularity.Drax plunged his elemental will into the deep crust. He channeled his entire being the weight of millennia, the silence of the stone into forcing the entire landmass to exist

★𝕷𝖎𝖆𝖒The silence that followed the collapse of the Chronos Collective was the most profound peace I had ever experienced. The entire Nexus hummed with stable, absolute linearity. The chaotic temporal fluctuations that had plagued our sensors for days were gone.My primary task, however, was not celebration it was exploitation. The retaliatory attack had flooded our systems with the Collective's residual Temporal Data, and more importantly, the strategic knowledge gained from the stable Temporal Core.The most potent data was the Predictive Market Index. The Chronos Collective had maintained economic control over their sector by accurately calculating the future value of elemental resources. We now possessed their entire index."We have the precise future value of Aetheric Sentinels' Logic-Core fuel for the next thirty years," I projected to my core financial team. "The exact supply and demand curve for Aquatic Nexus water-purification crystals. And the precise moment of scarcity