Volume One, Chapter 20: The Seven Demon Blades—The Seven-Star Sword

The three were stunned, exchanging bewildered glances. This Ultra Warrior didn't know about the Soul of Plasma?

Though puzzled, Magna still respectfully explained, "Great Ultra Warrior, the Soul of Plasma is a unique energy crystal found only in our Plasma Universe. It catalyzes evolution; when monsters consume it, they transform into Plasma Monsters."

Torekia nodded slowly, continuing his inquiry, "Did you yourselves evolve thanks to the Soul of Plasma?"

These three, hailing from different races, were not only imposing in appearance but also formidable in strength. Especially the one from the Baltan clan, whose power level reached the ninth tier, planetary scale. Such strength was enough to dominate any planet.

"Reporting, sir," Barelu dared not conceal anything, answering truthfully, "I mutated under the nuclear radiation that destroyed my planet, not because of the Soul of Plasma."

The destruction of Baltan planet due to nuclear testing was known throughout the universe. Torekia frowned, turning to the other two. "And what about you?"

He knew well, as a scientist, that nuclear radiation could indeed cause mutations. But would both of them have similar explanations?

Galum replied, "Sir, when I was young, I was injected with a certain compound, which caused my evolution."

Magna said, "I survived an accidental blast from a powerful member of your Ultra clan, and that's how I became as I am now."

Torekia’s gaze sharpened, staring into Magna’s eyes for several seconds before a slight nod. Without another word, he turned and departed.

The three cosmic beings were left bewildered. Was it really that simple?

Galum watched Torekia’s receding figure, uncertain. "Do you feel as though we've seen this Ultra Warrior somewhere before?"

Hearing this, the other two scrutinized Torekia, then their faces changed with shock, voices overlapping, "It's Torekia of the Dark Galaxy!"

For over twenty years, the universe had been abuzz with the name of the Fifth King of the Dark Galaxy, the evil god—Torekia. Though his reputation was legendary, none had seen him in person, which explained their initial failure to recognize him.

Their expressions darkened. The appearance of a King in the Plasma Galaxy was ominous news. Could it be that His Majesty the Emperor was preparing to invade the Plasma Galaxy?

At that thought, their breaths grew rapid, cold sweat soaking their backs.

Durex, aboard the cosmic fleet, had the same realization. As the branch president of the Galactic Guild for this star sector, he knew that if the Emperor truly planned to attack the Plasma Galaxy, it would be a battle of epic proportions.

No, he must inform the president at once!

Durex grabbed the interstellar phone, frantically dialing the Galactic Guild’s president, Jeston.

"What’s the matter?" came a steady voice on the other end.

"Presi... President!" Durex could barely speak, trembling, "Dark... the Dark Galaxy... is about to attack our Plasma Galaxy!"

There was a pause, then a furious outburst, "Nonsense! The Emperor is surrounded on Earth by the Land of Light. I even dispatched Nakina of the Zamsha clan for support. Now you tell me the Emperor is attacking the Plasma Galaxy!"

"But... but President, I saw the King!"

"What? The King?!"

In a certain star sector, an elderly cosmic being with graying hair tumbled from his chair aboard a battleship.

He was certain the Emperor was on Earth. But how could the King appear in the Plasma Galaxy? Something was amiss!

After composing himself, the old cosmic being snatched his phone, urgently asked, "Which of the Demon Blade inheritors is currently in the Plasma Galaxy?"

The Plasma Galaxy was notoriously weak overall, but it was famous for being guarded by seven legendary heroes. All seven were stellar-level warriors, each wielding a Demon Blade passed down through generations. Harnessing the power of their blades, each could rival cosmic-level strength.

When all seven Demon Blades were combined, they formed the fabled Seven-Star Sword, unleashing power that surpassed the stellar threshold and realized true cosmic might.

"Reporting, President, only the owner of the Nameless Demon Blade is present," Durex replied honestly.

"Good!" The old cosmic being ordered immediately, "Send him! Tell him to take down that damned King for me!"

"Yes!" Durex dared not delay, quickly producing another phone and contacting the Demon Blade wielder—Noden Zamsha.

——

Torekia left the Ghost Comet, officially setting out for Borges.

Having unexpectedly obtained the Lightning Element, his desire to seek out the remaining elements had been ignited.

Yet, merely acquiring the elements was not enough; the most crucial thing was the Power of Chaos.

For the elements clashed intensely—like fire and water, or... light and darkness. Only by regaining the Power of Chaos could he perfectly fuse the elements and truly wield the mighty force of creation.

Just as Torekia advanced, he suddenly frowned and twisted aside swiftly.

At that instant, an invisible wave brushed closely past his back, slicing the meteor behind him in two. The cut was smooth and flawless, showing not the slightest imperfection.

A master!

Torekia’s pupils contracted sharply as he turned his gaze to the cosmic being who was gently drifting atop the meteor.

At the same time, this cosmic being sheathed his blade.

"The Demon Blade—Nameless!" Torekia exclaimed, his face filled with astonishment.

During his time in the Land of Light, he had heard tales of the Seven-Star Sword... No, the legend permeated the entire universe.

According to lore, when the universe was newly born, the star systems were in chaos, with countless powers vying to rule. At that time, Noah was busy dealing with Zaki and unable to intervene in the upheaval wrought by these cosmic beings.

It was in that backdrop that seven legendary heroes arose. Some hailed from the Zamsha clan, others from the Babar clan. Using their unique methods and wielding their seven mysterious weapons—the Seven Demon Blades—they quelled the wars.

Afterward, the seven heroes vanished. But their weapons remained, entrusted to the newly formed Galactic Guild’s branches.

Thus, the legend spread across star systems.

Some claimed that whoever obtained a Demon Blade would gain unrivaled power. Others warned that the blades harbored the lingering resentments of the seven heroes, capable of eroding life force and posing great danger.

Despite the many rumors, countless cosmic beings racked their brains to obtain the seven Demon Blades.

With no alternatives, the Galactic Guild chose inheritors from the same clans as the legendary heroes to guard the blades.