Entertain me

Carter surged through space at full speed, pushing his gravity control and astro movement to their limits. But even at his fastest, he knew he couldn't reach his main body in time. "Guess it's time to test this out," he muttered, closing his eyes to shift his consciousness.

In an instant, his mind anchored back to his main body, while his god form continued racing toward it autonomously. "Awaken," he thought, and the familiar sensation of becoming a planet washed over him. "Been a while since I felt like this… but now's not the time for nostalgia."

His Zone Vision flared, and the thousands of X3X invading fleets loomed at the edges, just minutes away.

"You bastards have been following me for years; guess it's time to repay the favor," Carter thought, his planetary form radiating quiet menace. An idea sparked in his mind—a way to truly test the full scope of his abilities.

"Oh, it's about time I try out that equation," he thought. "System, create ten Shadrax beings, but don't give them any memories. Just make them stupid and loyal."

[System]

900 million celestial energy is needed to create 10 fully grown Shadrax.

"Do it."

Energy began to churn around Carter, swirling into ten distinct areas. From each pool of energy, a massive Shadrax emerged, but these were unlike the one he'd encountered before. Each creature was over 9 kilometers in mass, their shadowy skin rippling with raw, overbearing power. Their tentacles, darker and more menacing than ever, seemed to suck in the light around them. Their single, enormous red eyes glowed with an eerie intensity, and rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth gleamed in their cavernous mouths.

"System, what's going on? These guys seem way stronger than the one I fought back then."

[System]

When the host specifically creates a race without recreating them from memory, they are manifested in their most powerful form. These Shadrax are in their absolute forms.

"Ah, I see. Makes sense. When I made Ralak, I did it based on his own memory of himself. This is... well, this reminds me of a cartoon from my previous life, though I can't put my finger on it." Carter smirked, shaking off the memory. "Anyway…"

The ten Shadrax floated before him, their silent stares fixed on him, awaiting his command.

"Go," Carter commanded, his voice filled with quiet fury, "give our friends some entertainment."

The Shadrax shot forward, moving at ten times the speed of light, dark blurs streaking through the void with a purpose. Carter grinned, sending a fragment of his consciousness into the eye of one of the colossal creatures. Now, he'd have a front-row seat to the chaos about to unfold.

"Only one about to be entertained… is me."

Back on the command ship leading the fleet

Commander Jzon moved briskly through the ship's steel corridors, the dim lights casting long shadows as he approached a heavily secured chamber at the end of the hall. The door scanned his retinas, permitting only him entry. With a quiet hiss, it slid open to reveal the ship's most peculiar—and infuriating—asset.

Inside, a figure lay sprawled on a floating platform, arms behind his head, staring lazily at the ceiling. His yellow skin had an almost metallic sheen, and two extra arms protruded from his back, casually holding a spear that glinted in the low light. His eyes flicked over to Jzon, but the faintest smirk didn't leave his face.

"So, what brings you here, Jzon?" Fury drawled, then added, "Or should I say, commander?" His tone was mocking, with a hint of amusement.

Jzon held back his irritation, keeping his voice as steady as possible. "Are you planning on assisting us in subjugating this star-eatin creature? Your support could turn the tide."

Fury leaned back, one of his spare arms adjusting his spear. "Why rush? It's just one creature. Surely you and your fleet can handle it. Or have your skills dulled, Jzon?"

Jzon's jaw tightened, but he pressed on. "This isn't just another mission. The power levels are off the charts—there's a reason we're tracking it as closely as we are."

Fury, or "Heaven" as he insisted on being called, yawned, clearly unbothered. "Charts, power levels, all of this feels so… ordinary. If the 'great' Commander Jzon and his fleet can't handle it, maybe it's time to hang up the title."

Jzon's internal frustration boiled. He envisioned himself launching Fury out of an airlock but kept his expression composed. "Underestimating this could be a mistake," he managed through gritted teeth.

Fury simply chuckled, spinning his spear lazily with one of his back arms. "Then, by all means, prove me wrong. But do try not to bore me with more requests. I'm far too important to be wasted on such trivialities."

With a final nod, Jzon turned and left, his mind racing as he clenched his fists. Fury's arrogance was a constant thorn, but he'd have to handle this without him—for now.