"We do nothing."

He replied, sending White into a momentary frozen state.

Llumino noticed his pause from behind, and it made him grin.

"You do nothing?"

White asked.

"As Galaxial Explorer Guards, answering distress signals and resolving them is our only call."

"Unless summoned by the Ultimate Commander Err, we remain and do nothing until we get another distress signal."

Galaxy Altherion replied, and White didn’t like the sound of that one bit.

They had mentioned ruin exploration, the existence of ultra-powerful awakenings, and even Unique Homo Aetherius existences, and now, all he could do was sit down in a jet all day.

"What do you do to have fun?"

He suddenly asked.

"Have fun?"

Galaxy Altherion asked, his eyes still never leaving the holographic display.

"Like live life? Something like bars where you can meet with others, drink, try out new things, etc."

"There are indeed a couple of hangout spots back in the Main Institute, specifically for EGES members."

This time, it was Llumino that replied.

"But a distress signal can come in at any time, and a single second might be the line between life and death for a Galaxial Explorer."

Galaxy Altherion replied.

"I get it... I get it."

White mused beneath his breath, though truthfully, he didn’t get it at all.

"So, how do you grow stronger then? You know, cultivate, train new abilities, if you’re stuck in the jet the majority of the time."

"Firstly, Galaxy-ranked experts don’t get stronger."

He said, and White paused.

"We’re already at the peak of potential. Even if I spent the next decade on the battlefield, fighting endlessly and learning new combat manuals, there’d barely be any effect."

"That is true for me, Llumino, and Snowardo."

"The only ones who need some training are Callisto and Phinx, and they get that back in the EGES Institute. They have instructors that train them... twice a week."

He replied.

"Eating, drinking, trying out new foods, a good bed to sleep in instead of these jet chairs."

White pestered.

"We’re Galaxies. We don’t need food, water, or other mundane stuff like that. As for beds, there are actually rooms on the jet."

He suddenly said, and White paused.

"There are?"

He asked.

"Of course."

Phinx replied.

"You think we just sit on chairs waiting all day? We might not get a new signal for four days from now, you know."

She said, and White watched her rise and press her hand against the end of the cockpit.

Immediately, it lit up. Light coalesced, and suddenly the wall parted, revealing a teleporter.

She stepped into it, giving White a wink before instantly disappearing from the place.

"If being in the jet is what you’re worried about, that’s the solution."

Galaxy Altherion added.

’No, what I want is to meet with others.’

White thought quietly, thinking of a way he could get what he wanted.

"Thinking of going to the bar and having some fun. Wanna come?"

The words echoed in his ear as White felt a hand lazily fall on his shoulder.

He found Llumino looking forward with a grin, and he turned to find Galaxy Altherion looking at them both with furrowed eyes.

"What’s the ba... I mean, of course!"

White said, his eyes lighting up.

"Llumino..."

Galaxy Altherion called.

"Relax, Captain. I’ll bring him back in one piece."

He said, and in the next moment,

CRACKLE!

The sound of lightning crackled as both flashed out of the room, racing into the distant space.

"You seem quite wary of letting him out of your sight."

A tiny voice echoed nearby as one of the aliens, the purple-colored one, appeared beside Galaxy Altherion, carrying a cup on a tray.

He took it, downing it in one gulp and exhaling in relief afterward.

"You were able to get the readings, weren’t you?"

Galaxy Altherion asked as the other blue alien appeared.

"Yes. There’s high energy instability in him, quite an insane level of brute power hidden within that body, and his control over it is far from perfect."

It relayed.

"Also, I can’t sense Essence Energy from him."

The purple-haired one said, and Galaxy Altherion froze.

"What!?"

"Yes."

The alien creature replied.

"He doesn’t use Essence Energy like you. He uses a different energy, one I haven’t seen in almost two hundred years now."

It said.

"And what energy is that, Quffin?"

Galaxy Altherion asked, watching the creature pause before replying.

"He’s using Aether Pulse. And he’s at the Lumen Realm, to be precise."

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"Heeyyy, Lluminooo!"

A surprised yet excited call echoed from behind them as they both turned to find a bulky-looking man walking toward them with both hands outstretched.

"And if it isn’t Fatty Wang!"

Llumino said with a loud laugh as the man grabbed him tightly, and he did the same.

White watched from the side as both men tried to lift the other, and there was a stalemate of about three seconds before Llumino was actually lifted off his feet, then dropped back down.

"Hhahahaha!"

The man laughed boisterously, as Llumino remained crouched on his knee, breathing out heavily.

"You’ve gotta eat more, Llumino."

"And gain some power fat like yours?"

Llumino replied, and the man laughed out loud.

"You know it!"

He said before walking away, the ground thumping slightly with every step he took.

"Yo, be careful, Llumino!"

A shout echoed from the side, and White turned to find a green-haired man walking by.

But he differed from a normal human in one obvious way: he had four arms instead of two.

’Definitely an Homo Aetherius."

"What’s up, Kenx!"

Llumino shouted back.

"Kiara is around the club." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"WHAT!?"

Llumino shouted, and White watched a faint bit of horror overcome the blue-haired Galaxial as he looked around cautiously.

"Stop fucking around with me, Kenx!"

Llumino shouted back, but then,

"Fucking around as you did with me, huh?"

The words echoed behind them both as Llumino froze in shock.

White turned his head, and his jaw almost fell when he saw the figure.