Infinite Wealth System: Crazy Tasks, Insane Rewards!-Chapter 232: Real Sovereign War (XII)

High above the fractured skies of Earth, far beyond the reach of human satellites and invisible to every radar system still functioning, Nexus floated in silent dominion.

It was not merely a planet. It was a monument of top extraordinary power, suspended within a field of cosmic distortion that bent light and space around it. Its surface shimmered with cities built from crystalline alloys that pulsed faintly with energy drawn from the core beneath, like always.

The ever towering towers spiraled upward like spears aimed at the heavens, each crowned with glowing sigils that symbolized authority, conquest, and survival.

At the center of it all stood the capital building, a structure so vast that it dwarfed every other monument across the planet. Its walls were forged from vibrant, polished tech veined with radiant currents of the Absolute.

Massive archways opened into chambers where power was not merely studied, but commanded.

Within the highest observatory chamber of the Citadel, the Grandmaster stood before a colossal viewing array that hovered in mid air like a living window into another world.

Earth burned beneath his gaze.

The projection stretched wide across the chamber, displaying the ongoing invasion in striking detail. Fleets of Sovereign Protocol aircraft pierced through clouds and skyscrapers alike. Ground units advanced in coordinated formations. Explosions rippled across continents.

And yet, amid the calculated devastation, resistance had risen.

The Grandmaster’s long robes flowed lightly behind him as he stepped closer to the projection. His expression, usually composed and unreadable, now bore traces of tension that he did not bother concealing before the commanders gathered behind him.

"They have grown more organized," one of the commanders said carefully. "The forces under Royce have disrupted three sectors already."

The Grandmaster’s eyes narrowed.

"Yes," he replied. "I see that."

The image shifted slightly, focusing on a region of Nortasia. There, one figure moved with impossible speed and strength, dismantling Sovereign aircraft as though they were fragile toys.

The Grandmaster’s jaw tightened.

"That one," he said quietly.

The projection zoomed in further, capturing the moment Jayden tore through another aircraft mid air, flames erupting behind him.

"Extraordinary Leader of Earth," another commander muttered. "He has exceeded prior estimations."

"He was not meant to accelerate this quickly," the Grandmaster replied.

There was impatience in his voice now.

For centuries, Nexus had endured through dominance and control. The Grandmaster had calculated every major move in this invasion with precision. Earth was to be subdued, harvested, restructured to serve as a stabilizing extension of Nexus. It was not supposed to resist at this level.

Yet not only were Earth’s defenders pushing back, but a faction born under his own territory had turned against him.

Royce.

The betrayal still simmered.

"A group formed within our jurisdiction now fights against us," the Grandmaster said, turning slightly toward his commanders. "That failure rests upon you."

The commanders lowered their heads in silence.

"We monitored him," one began cautiously. "His loyalty appeared intact until the final hours."

"Appeared," the Grandmaster repeated coldly.

His gaze returned to the projection.

Jayden landed amid collapsing buildings and rose again through smoke like an embodied storm.

The Grandmaster’s fingers tightened subtly behind his back.

If that man fully unlocked the potential seeded within him, the outcome of this invasion would become unpredictable.

The thought irritated him.

"I do not tolerate unpredictability," he said quietly.

Another commander stepped forward.

"Shall we deploy the second wave from the western armada?"

The Grandmaster hesitated.

He was not afraid of Earth.

He was not afraid of resistance.

But something about the acceleration of events unsettled him in a way he did not voice.

Before he could respond, a soft tone resonated throughout the chamber.

It was not the standard communication frequency of Nexus.

It was foreign.

Every commander stiffened instantly.

The projection flickered slightly as a new symbol appeared at the edge of the viewing array, glowing faintly in unfamiliar script.

An inter planetary call.

Unknown origin.

The Grandmaster’s eyes sharpened.

"Trace it," he ordered.

One of the technical officers moved quickly to the side console, hands gliding across luminous panels.

"It bypassed our outer defense frequencies," the officer said, confusion evident in his voice. "There is no recorded signature."

Silence filled the chamber.

The Grandmaster stared at the floating contact symbol.

Unknown.

Uninvited.

Persistent.

He raised a hand slightly.

"Leave," he said calmly to the commanders.

They hesitated.

"Grandmaster..."

"Leave," he repeated, this time without raising his voice.

One by one, the commanders bowed and exited the chamber, the massive doors sealing behind them with a deep echo.

The chamber grew still.

Only the faint hum of Nexus’s energy core pulsed beneath the floor.

The Grandmaster extended his hand toward the projection.

"Accept."

The symbol expanded, reshaping into a column of swirling light that condensed into a humanoid silhouette. The figure was not fully visible, obscured by distortion, yet there was an undeniable presence emanating from it.

When the voice spoke, it did not echo.

It resonated.

It was calm, refined, and carried a weight that felt ancient.

"Grandmaster of Nexus," the voice said. "I have been observing."

The Grandmaster’s expression remained controlled.

"You bypassed my defenses," he replied evenly. "That is not easily done."

"Nothing of consequence is easily done," the voice responded.

There was no hostility in the tone. Only quiet authority.

"Identify yourself," the Grandmaster demanded.

A faint pause followed, almost deliberate.

"I represent Naraka."

The name hung in the air.

The Grandmaster’s eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly.

"Naraka," he repeated.

"Yes," the voice confirmed. "A domain beyond your current borders."

"I have no dealings with Naraka," the Grandmaster replied sharply.

"Not yet," the voice said.

Silence stretched between them.

"You are watching Earth," the voice continued. "You are investing significant resources in its subjugation. I find your strategy... ambitious."

"My strategies require no external evaluation," the Grandmaster replied.

"Of course," the voice said lightly. "But I believe we share a common objective."

The Grandmaster’s gaze hardened.

"I do not share objectives," he said. "I conquer."

A faint sound that almost resembled amusement echoed through the projection.

"Your goal is expansion," the voice said. "Stability through dominance. Preservation of Nexus through acquisition."

The Grandmaster did not respond.

"Our goal," the voice continued, "is far broader. We intend to take control of the entire universe in which Earth resides."

The words were spoken without arrogance. Without exaggeration.

Simply as fact.

The Grandmaster’s lips curved slightly in disdain.

"You overestimate your reach," he said. "And you overestimate your relevance to my campaign."

"You object to alliance," the voice observed.

"I object to interference," the Grandmaster corrected. "I require no assistance. I will revive Nexus through my own conquest. I will restore what has weakened. I will reshape what has decayed."

The projection flickered subtly, as though the entity on the other side leaned forward.

"You should stop deceiving yourself," the voice said quietly.

The temperature in the chamber seemed to drop.

"You presume much," the Grandmaster said coldly.

"We both understand what this is truly about," the voice replied.

A heavy silence followed.

The voice continued.

"You seek Earth not merely for expansion."

The Grandmaster’s gaze sharpened dangerously.

"You seek it because Nexus is dying."

The words struck like a blade.

For the first time since the call began, something shifted in the Grandmaster’s expression.

"How," he said slowly, "would you know that."

The voice did not answer immediately.

"Nexus’s core has been destabilizing for centuries," it said calmly. "The Absolute resonance within your planet weakens year by year. Your harvests from neighboring systems are no longer sufficient. Your people decline in vitality. Your structures fracture beneath unseen strain."

The Grandmaster’s hands tightened behind his back.

"Enough," he said.

"You require a world rich in potential," the voice continued as though uninterrupted. "Earth contains dormant energies unlike any you have encountered. You believe that by conquering it, you can redirect its life force into Nexus and restore balance."

Silence.

The Grandmaster’s mind raced.

The knowledge being displayed was not surface level.

It was intimate.

Dangerously so.

"You are mistaken," he said finally, though the firmness in his voice carried a faint edge.

"Am I," the voice asked gently.

The projection shifted slightly, revealing distant images of Earth’s battlefield once more.

"Your forces are strong," the voice continued. "But they are encountering variables beyond projection."

The image of Jayden tearing through aircraft reappeared briefly.

"That man," the voice said. "If he unlocks the entirety of his potential, your victory probability decreases significantly."

The Grandmaster’s eyes followed the image.

"My soldiers are likely to win," he said evenly.

"And equally likely to lose," the voice replied.

The bluntness of the statement echoed heavily.

"You presume to predict my outcomes," the Grandmaster said.

"I observe patterns," the voice corrected. "And I recognize catalysts when I see them."

Another silence passed.

"Naraka does not require your immediate alliance," the voice continued. "But we recognize opportunity."

The Grandmaster said nothing.

"If your campaign fails," the voice said calmly, "we will remain open to negotiation."

"I do not fail," the Grandmaster replied sharply.

"Every empire says that," the voice answered.

The Grandmaster stepped closer to the projection, his presence radiating controlled fury.

"I will take Earth," he said firmly. "I will stabilize Nexus. I will do so without bowing to any external dominion."

The projection shimmered faintly.

"We do not ask you to bow," the voice replied. "Only to consider reality."

"And what is your reality," the Grandmaster demanded.

"That the universe is shifting," the voice said. "Powers are awakening. Old systems fracture. New forces rise. Naraka intends to guide that transition."

The Grandmaster’s eyes narrowed further.

"And if I refuse even the possibility of your involvement."

"Then you proceed alone," the voice said calmly. "As you prefer."

Another pause.

"But when the time comes," the voice added softly, "remember that we spoke."

The projection began to dim slightly.

"You may contact us at any point," the voice concluded. "Should you reconsider."

The Grandmaster’s expression returned to cold composure.

"I will not," he said.

"Good luck, Grandmaster," the voice replied.

The connection terminated.

The chamber fell completely silent.

The projection returned fully to Earth’s battlefield, but the Grandmaster did not immediately look at it.

He remained standing where he was, staring at the empty space where the unknown contact had hovered moments before.

Nexus is dying.

The words echoed in his mind.

He had never spoken those fears aloud.

He had never allowed his commanders to voice them openly.

Yet they were true.

The planetary core had weakened.

The Absolute resonance had grown unstable.

The ancient pillars that sustained Nexus’s longevity were eroding.

Earth was not merely conquest.

It was survival.

Slowly, the Grandmaster turned back toward the projection.

Watching the indication of the main man carrying the battle against his soldiers on his shoulders.

The Grandmaster’s eyes darkened.

"If you unlock everything," he murmured quietly to the distant image, "you will become a greater threat than I anticipated."

He lifted his hand, and new tactical overlays appeared across the projection.

Reinforcement routes.

Hidden reserves.

Strategic adjustments.

He would not fail...

He could not.

He wouldn’t afford to...

After all the heavy preparations?

But somewhere deep within his thoughts, beneath layers of pride and control, a new presence lingered.

Naraka.

Watching.

Waiting.

The Grandmaster stood alone in his vast chamber, surrounded by cosmic silence and distant war.

And for the first time in a very long time, uncertainty brushed against him like a shadow he could not immediately dispel.