Drake_thedestroyer

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In a universe where starships rule supreme and galactic empires clash for dominance, Kallus, a visionary gamer and strategist, finds himself thrust into an extraordinary reality.
 Awakened aboard the [Obliterator-Class Star Dreadnought], a vessel born from his own imagination but perfected by a Supreme Being, Kallus must rise to command a fleet that could shape the fate of the cosmos.

With a ship forged from mythical adamantium and [mithril alloys], powered by a [Transcendent Dark Matter Engine], and armed with weapons capable of annihilating entire fleets, the Obliterator is more than a warship—it’s a legend incarnate. But Kallus is not alone. Alongside him is the Red Empress, an advanced AI infused with a power of creation and knowledge itself, guiding him with missions that unlock untold power and potential.
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Author's Note

This is my first novel, and I’m still learning the craft of writing. You may notice some repetition or mistakes throughout the story—please understand that they are part of my growth as a creator. I truly appreciate your time and support, and I welcome any constructive feedback to help me improve.

That said… read at your own risk! Don’t point fingers at me for wasting your time or money—you’ve been warned. 

To those who, despite all this, are still reading the book—thank you. I’m truly grateful that you’ve given me and my work a chance. I’ll keep doing my best to improve myself and the story.

Thank you again, from the bottom of my heart.

Legacy of the Void Fleet

The supreme being leaned forward on his throne. His fingers drummed once against the armrest.

With the tapping of his fingers, the Supreme Being stirred. A thought caressed his mind, and the tapping quickened.

Then, he moved—or rather, willed—and reality bent. Countless universes, timelines, and layers of existence slowed, compelled to obey his will.

Meanwhile, aboard the still cloaked Obliterator-class dreadnought, still cloaked and hidden deep within the spatial layer, Kallus watched the battlefield unfold—or more accurately, the slaughter.

As Kallus watched the slaughter unfold, listening to his subordinate through the fleet-wide comms, a strange sensation washed over him.

At first, it was subtle—something he felt, or perhaps perceived, deep within. But the feeling surged before he could even begin to make sense of it.

A ripple—no, a pull—echoed through his very soul.

ch-142 His fingers drummed once against the armrest