Reborn With A Technology System In A Fantasy World-Chapter 302: Great Cleansing

The merged major rift swelled for a moment, pulsating like a infected heart, before it seemed to stop entirely.

Then, a sound, like the cracking of a billion bones, echoed in the void.

"He comes," the Queen breathed as she dropped to her knees. "The Lord of Darkness comes."

The rift above the corrupted Galactic Core shattered and a hand composed entirely of dark energy reached through the tear.

It hand alone, was the size of a star. It grasped the edges of the rift and pulled.

From the abyss beyond the known Galaxy, it emerged.

It had no true face, only a shifting mask of void-vapor that swirled endlessly around a central, burning eye of violet.

Sol-Prime, the fallen Galactic Emperor, watched from the rubble of the tunnel floor. Even at his lowest, the Queen of Silence couldn’t destroy him. But watching the entity within view, it became clear his strongest form couldn’t hold a candle to what he was witnessing.

"Beautiful," Zero wept with his mouth clutched. "It is the end of all things."

This was the culmination of the Shadow Collective’s existence. For eons, they had drifted in the dark, believing that this universe of light and matter was a mistake that needed to be corrected.

They weren’t invaders; in their minds, they were janitors. They had finally contacted their Ancestor to commit the Great Cleansing, a holy act that would return the universe to the purity of the Void.

The Lord of Darkness, as the being was dubbed in the terrified minds of those who beheld it, looked down.

His violet eye swept over the tiny specks of the Queen and Zero. It didn’t acknowledge them. Instead, looking past and turning his gaze toward the galaxy it was going to consume.

It raised a hand.

A ripple of grey energy began to spread outward from the palm. It wasn’t a beam or a blast; it was a wave of conceptual erasure that, that was going to wipe out everything that had life in it.

While the darkness sought to consume, a different kind of flood was washing over the galaxy.

Nyra’s gamble had paid off. The hijacked transit network had worked with impossible efficiency, turning the sophisticated logistics of the Concordat into a delivery system for survival. Across thousands of sectors, on millions of worlds, blue lights were flickering to life.

On the agri-world of Ceres, a farmer named Jorel was cowering in his cellar, listening to the screams of his neighbors as Shadow creatures tore through the village. Suddenly, the air in his living room shimmered. A heavy crate materialized with a thud.

Jorel pried it open to see a Sparkborn Mana Rifle and a Universal Cell. He didn’t know how to use magic. But as his hand brushed the stock of the rifle, the weapon came to life, and he didn’t waste time to put it to use.

On the trade-station of Station-X, a group of hardened mercenaries were backed into a corner. Their standard-issue Concordat mana-shields had failed hours ago.

"We’re dead!" one screamed as a Void Stalker battered the airlock door.

Suddenly, a massive core teleported onto the docking bay floor. Without thinking, the captain slammed the Universal Cell into the slot of their generator.

A dome of impenetrable blue hard-light sprang up just as the door gave way. The Shadow beast lunged, hitting the blue barrier. Instead of breaking through, the beast screeched as its essence sizzled and burned.

"It works!" a merc shouted. "The blue stuff burns them!"

It was happening everywhere. From the slums of the Outer Rim to the high towers of the Core Worlds, the Sparkborn technology was being integrated. It was a chaotic, desperate armament, but it was effective.

And with every device that was activated, a connection was made.

Then, the wave hit.

The ripple of grey energy released by the Lord of Darkness washed over the galaxy at superluminal speeds.

On a planet in the Zygnus sector that didn’t have Transit Hubs, the population had managed to fend off a few Shadow creatures using conventional explosives. They were celebrating their survival when the grey wave passed over them.

There was no sound nor pain. In one second, the planet was there. In the next, the star system was empty. The, the animals, all dissolved into nothing.

Billions died in a heartbeat.

But not everyone was affected.

On a moon in the Nebula Rim, a squad of alien militia was firing wildly at the darkness with Sparkborn rifles. They saw the grey wave coming, but as it hit them, nothing happened. .

Instead, the Sparkborn rifles in their hands began to scream. The Universal Cells glowed with blinding intensity. The tech didn’t just resist the entropy; it ate it. The grey energy was sucked greedily into the crystals within the weapons.

"Fire!" the squad leader screamed, feeling the weapon vibrating with overload.

He pulled the trigger. The blast that came out was a beam of pure annihilation that vaporized a line of Shadow beasts stretching for three miles.

Similar scenes happened across the Galaxy, as those with Sparkborn Tech thrived, while others died.

And back in the Space Tunnel, the Lord of Darkness watched the results of his first attack.

His violet eye narrowed slightly. He could feel it. The tapestry of the universe had been torn, yes. After all, nearly 60% of all living signatures had been erased in that single pulse. But there were holes in his work. Pinpricks of stubborn blue light that had absorbed his cleansing wave.

It was annoying.

He stood rooted to the spot, his colossal form dominating the dimension. He didn’t change his expression. He simply raised his hand again.

He didn’t send one wave.

He sent ten.

One after another, pulses of concentrated grey death rippled out in turns, expanding in concentric rings of doom.

The second wave hit the galaxy.

On the moon in the Nebula Rim, the militia squad cheered as their weapons charged up again. But this time, the energy was too much.

"It’s getting too hot!" the leader yelled, dropping his rifle.

The Universal Cell turned white and exploded, vaporizing the squad instantly.

Across the galaxy, the limitations of the mass-produced tech began to show. The batteries could absorb entropy, yes, but they weren’t infinite. They were overflowing. Shields shattered under the strain. Generators melted down, taking city blocks with them.

The third wave hit. Entire fleets that had survived the first wave couldn’t contain it anymore.

By the fourth wave, the silence in the galaxy was deafening; only regions with a large volume of Sparkborn Tech made it through, while the unlucky ones took their last breath.

***

"We are down to 25%," Charles reported in the former Council Room to the other Vassals. "If this continues... there won’t be anyone left..."

The Fifth wave had come as he finished his words. Everyone close to them survived because of how much they had in their possession. But they still had the fear it won’t last for long.

Nyra shaked her head. "It’s not stopping. They’re going to try wiping us all."

"But why are they doing this? It doesn’t make sense... Can we even stop them?" Serena was very stressed as she asked a question that bothered them.

Up till now, they had all identified the massive entity, but were unable to take action. Now though, the stakes were different. And Nyra understood that just as much.

"We have to go to them. That’s the only way."