Elsewhere—hidden deep beneath the upper districts of Coruscant—a chamber flickered in cold darkness. The air trembled with suppressed power.
A holographic display hovered in the center of the stone room. The words of the prophecy looped in eerie stillness across the screen:
He who walks the dark shall break the seal of the Valley of the Dark Lords...
Plagueis tilted his masked head toward it, fingers laced together. "I'm impressed, my apprentice. This flame of war… it wasn't just the Yinchorri. Whoever spread this did more. This will destabilize the Republic entirely."
Sidious stood beside him, arms folded, eyes sharp. "This wasn't my doing. I did sense a figure—cloaked, silent. No name. He passed near me more than once… as if studying. But no malice. Just… observation."
Plagueis was quiet. Then, his head turned slightly—eyes narrowing behind his mask.
"…Does the wall hear our conversation?"
Sidious blinked. "My master?"
Plagueis turned fully, as if the room itself had grown hostile. "I said… I have the distinct sense we are being watched."
Sidious slowly stepped back toward the shadows, letting the Force crawl over the stones. But what they found… was nothing.
Sidious stepped slowly back into the alcove, letting the Force crawl across the ancient stone, probing for any presence, any disturbance.
They felt nothing. But then—a soft flutter.
A single card drifted down from the ceiling, spinning once before landing soundlessly between them. Plagueis's eyes narrowed.
Sidious stepped forward, lifting the card with two fingers. It was matte black. No signature. No seal.
Just four stark words, written in eerie clarity: "Senator Rotunda. Today."
Plagueis stared at it for a long moment. Then finally said, his voice like an ancient wind, "I will focus on the Yinchorri Uprising. I've already begun a meditative link to those systems. You, Sidious… you will investigate this."
He gestured toward the card. "Find out who left this. Trace them. Do not act without certainty. And take your attack dog with you."
Sidious bowed. "I will, Master. I'll make sure Maul hides in the shadows until the strike. If we're being baited… we'll wait for the perfect moment to kill."
Plagueis turned away. But his voice cut back over his shoulder.
"However—if this card was left by Joever Bideney…"
"…the man who can destroy a planet with his Bideney Blast…"
"…you inform me immediately. No delay. If it's him—we evacuate Coruscant by shuttle. We don't fight that."
Sidious's composure broke slightly. He nodded, tight and fast. "I understand, Master. Joever Bideney… is too dangerous."
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In the Jedi High Council chamber, the air was tense—wreathed in uncertainty as the hologram projected the poem once again for all Masters present:
He who walks the dark shall break the seal of the Valley of the Dark Lords.
She who holds the balance shall awaken the gates of vast rich landscapes like heaven.
But all others—who stumble without fate, without worth—
Shall open the sky, and call forth the screaming star.
The Mother waits.
Silence lingered.
Master Ki-Adi-Mundi folded his arms, lips thinning. "This is absurd. The Sith have been extinct for a millennium. Whoever wrote this drivel clearly wants to stir panic. It's a poor joke."
Yoda's eyes narrowed slightly, ears tilting with thought. "Fickle… and cloudy, the dark side is. Certainty, we do not have. Dismiss we must not."
Mace Windu's tone was harder. "It's not just a message. It's a warning. Joever Bideney is behind this—I can feel it. He's trying to incite chaos again. We must be ready. Tonight."
Plo Koon stepped forward, his respirator hissing softly. "Then we need reinforcement. Someone outside the Republic's red tape. Someone who owes us nothing… but can face something like this. What about the armored man?"
Yaddle's expression shifted. "The one who ended the Mandalorian Civil War?"
She nodded slowly. "Nine years ago, he was last seen receiving a share of Mandalore's beskar from Duchess Satine. He vanished after that—took 30% of all their beskar stock, and disappeared from galactic record."
"The armored man," Windu muttered. "Not just a mercenary. He ended a war, crippled an entire faction… and walked away untouched."
Yoda's gaze sharpened. "Dangerous… but needed, he may be."
Windu nodded. "Find him. If Joever Bideney is involved… we're going to need more than lightsabers."
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Inside the Crypter Meeting Chamber of Olympus, the air shimmered with arcane light—each seat occupied by a holographic projection of the Crypters. All but Beryl Gut since he got kicked out of his own lostbelt . .
Pepe broke the silence with a teasing smile. "Kadoc… I didn't expect you of all people to join Jin-Woo's journey. Weren't you the one who said you were afraid to step foot in his galaxy?"
Kadoc gave a quiet sigh, eyes low before lifting to meet the others. "I realized… if I want my Lostbelt to survive—if I want to matter—I need to be strong. I can't keep running."
Kirschtaria nodded approvingly. "Well said, Kadoc. The resolve to face power is the first step to wielding it."
A sudden ripple of energy sparked at the center of the chamber. A silver-edged slipspace opened—and Daybit stepped out, flanked by a shadow and the faint gleam of Tezcatlipoca's divine aura.
Kirschtaria stood from his seat. "Welcome back, Daybit. I assume your ten-day scouting mission was a success?"
Offensive Bias spoke through Daybit mind "Agent Daybit, be advised—the time dilation effect from the small black hole has been terminated. Temporal flow is now synchronized with normal parameters."
Daybit gave a small nod. "Yeah. Mission was a success. But before we move forward—I want to hear it again. Who among you is actually volunteering to go to Jin-Woo's galaxy?"
Ophelia spoke first, her image firm and loyal. "I already said I would go. If Kirschtaria-sama wishes it… I'll follow him into that galaxy."
Hinako Akuta folded her arms. "I'll go. I need to know if this 'Force' of his can truly grant wishes… or if it's just another lie like the gods we once followed."
Pepe beamed. "Daybit, you and I are friends, right? We've done a lot together. Shouldn't friends stick together—especially in a new world?"
Kadoc finally raised his voice. "And I'll go too. I need this. I've been too weak for too long. If there's a chance… I'll take it."
Daybit glanced around the room. "Understood. Add Kadoc to the list."
Kirschtaria's eyes narrowed, tone firm. "Daybit. What is the situation in Jin-Woo's galaxy?"
Daybit replied without hesitation. "Far more advanced than ours. Technologically, logistically… strategically. Though—perhaps still beneath the realm of Offensive Bias. His Zeta Halo… is nothing short of a miracle."
Pepe raised a hand with his usual playful grin. "A miracle, you say? Like my India Lostbelt, Daybit?"
Daybit gave a flat look. "Have you ever seen a ring-shaped structure… floating in space, with full environmental stability, habitable zones, ecosystems? Imagine an artificial planet, but weaponized."
Ophelia blinked, awed. "That's amazing, Daybit."
Daybit nodded slightly, then continued. "Now, to the core of the issue: the galaxy is ruled by two main factions. The Jedi, seen as the guardians of peace—the 'good guys.' And the Sith, dark warriors and manipulators—the 'bad guys.' The power you saw from Jin-Woo earlier—his Force lightning? That's a Sith-based technique. Dark Side, pure and simple."
Kirschtaria tilted his head, voice sharp. "So you're saying… Jin-Woo is a bad person?"
Daybit's tone didn't waver. "No. Not what I meant."
He looked at each of them in turn. "I'm categorizing his powers. That's all. If you put it in their system—he's not just a Sith. He's something beyond them. In his own galaxy… he'd be seen as something worse. A being darker, heavier. His Shadow Monarch powers are steeped in death and command. In Proper Human History, he would be classified as a calamity."
The chamber went quiet for a beat.
Even Kirschtaria seemed briefly contemplative. "...I see."
Kirschtaria leaned forward slightly, fingers steepled. "I have a guess , I assume this Jedi faction won the war, then?"
Daybit gave a single nod. "Correct, Team Leader. Though barely. The Sith were reduced to only three remaining individuals—yet somehow, they still managed to manipulate the galaxy from the shadows. The Jedi… well, they've become sloppy. Overconfident."
There was a flicker of light, and Tezcatlipoca materialized beside Daybit, his form emerging from spirit form into the room. His arms were crossed, expression clearly annoyed.
"They should've just become monks," the Mayan god muttered with contempt. "Shave their damn heads. Sit in silence."
Pepe laughed. "Tezcatlipoca, never thought you'd hate someone that much."
Tezcatlipoca didn't even look his way. "They built their so-called holy Temple on top of a Sith shrine. A graveyard of blood and hatred… and they meditate over it."
He tilted his head back, exhaling like smoke. "This is the first time I've ever seriously considered smacking a religion out of someone."
"They don't even realize their enemy's buried beneath their feet. Literally. They ignore the rot under their foundation. That isn't peace. That's stupidity."
"War is part of being alive. Conflict is sacred. The Jedi pretend otherwise… and for that? Most of them are fools."
Ophelia looked across the holographic chamber, her voice soft but serious. "Do we… truly matter to Jin-Woo? As volunteers?"
Daybit's gaze didn't waver. "Normally, you could sit back. Just observe. But not this time. This mission requires more than just presence—it needs manpower. Each of your Lostbelts will play a part. Bring your Servants. Your armies. If possible, even your Lostbelt Kings. If this succeeds…"
He turned slightly toward the hovering sentinel of Offensive Bias, then back to the group. "...we 'll be granted access to midichlorians. To the Force-based abilities you've seen in action.
Offensive Bias's calm voice filled the air. "Confirmed. Upon approval from Supreme Executor Jin-Woo, all volunteers will be transported to Zeta Halo, where final strategy integration begins."
Kirschtaria raised a brow. "And what of Beryl? Pepe, is he stable? Or at least… not stabbing anything yet?"
Pepe sighed theatrically. "Beryl? Oh, he's fine. Last I checked, he's still in my India Lostbelt. Probably sharpening his knife in the rain. Might even be plotting to kill me—again."
. "But that's why I've got Ashwatthama. One strike to Beryl's ribs, and that sociopath takes a long nap."
Daybit didn't smile. He turned next to Hinako Akuta—his voice more thoughtful now.
"Hinako… No. I'll use your true name—Consort Yu." He met her eyes. "I think I understand your wish. To rejoin your Xiang Yu—not the Lostbelt version alone, but the one from Proper Human History as well. You want to restore him fully. Even give him a human body."
Hinako's expression softened slightly. "That's correct, Daybit. It's all I've ever wanted. If I can meet him again… truly meet him…"
Daybit gave a faint nod. "I've searched. Studied. Maybe—maybe—there's a clue. It's called Force Transfer Essence. I don't know all the details yet, but…"
He glanced back at the others. "Jin-Woo might. Talk to him. If anyone can pull it off—it's him."
Pepe chuckled lightly, his usual flamboyance softening. "I guess Jin-Woo has that kind of effect on people. The 'don't try to understand me, just follow me' type. Strangely… kind of friendly in a terrifying way."
Daybit gave a short nod, his voice firm. "Right now, all I want is for your morale to be at its peak. This might be the most impossible mission I'll ever lead on a different galaxy. The chances of failure? Pretty high."
He looked around the chamber, his tone unwavering. "But that's why I'm here. To make the impossible possible. Get ready. All of you. When the time comes, we'll move as one."
"Offensive Bias. Transport me back to the South America Lostbelt. And once everyone's ready—bring us all to Zeta Halo."
"Affirmative," came the AI's immediate reply.
A ripple of slipspace shimmered, and Daybit vanished—gone in a blink.
—Meanwhile, back on Zeta Halo—
Morgan leaned on the edge of the viewing platform, her gaze distant, thoughtful.
"Jin-Woo," she said, her voice calm but probing. "That entity you mentioned before… the one from the gateway. Can you describe it for me? The one they called 'The Mother.'"
Jin-Woo stood quietly for a moment, then replied with practiced restraint.
"She's called Abeloth. To simplify it... she's like a dark force god . If I had to rank her—she's maybe half a Monarch-tier. Maybe less. Maybe more. It's hard to say. She's unpredictable. But for now—still manageable."
Offensive Bias's sentinel floated forward, glowing softly. "Supreme Executor, I have completed adjustments to each Crypter's Lostbelt. By scanning Queen Morgan's singularity when her Lostbelt was transferred to your World of Eternal Slumber, I replicated the necessary structural independence. Now, even if their Lostbelt Kings leave their respective Lostbelts, the singularities will remain intact and stable."