“Shoot... shoot one more bowl for you?!”
Inside the command bridge of the thirty-mile bone-skull flagship, [Half-Step Rank 8 Star-Lord Admiral Black-Skull] popped his unhinged jaw back into place with a trembling hand, his voice rising into a cracked, hysterical shriek!
He looked down at his master fleet console: all nine hundred and ninety-nine of his escort dreadnoughts were flashing red “LOW BATTERY — 12% REACTOR POWER REMAINING” warnings after draining their fuel tanks into that single combined Star-Destroyer Laser shot. That nine-year-old girl in the red-checkered bib had just burped out his entire fleet’s energy as a hundred thousand spirit stones and asked for seconds!
“I am Admiral Black-Skull—a Half-Step Rank 8 Star-Lord who has stepped half a foot into the Solar Furnace Realm!”
Driven into cornered, bloodshot madness by the humiliation of being treated like a noodle vendor on live interplanetary television, Admiral Black-Skull tore open the front of his black naval greatcoat!
Embedded directly in the center of his scarred sternum—connected to the spinning solar eye in his left socket by pulsing veins of liquid gold magma. Was his lifelong cultivation foundation: a fist-sized, miniature stellar core known as the [Half-Step Rank 8 Blood-Sun Star Core]!
“If ship cannons are just snacks to that little glutton, then let’s see if you brats can survive the true stellar law of a Half-Step Star-Lord at point-blank range!” Admiral Black-Skull roared, slamming both armored fists into his own chest to ignite thirty percent of his origin star-core essence!
