Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

As their conversations continued within the grand hall, the entire world of Mythraldor was thrown into chaos.

People felt their planet itself moving at an unfathomable speed. Stars and constellations flashed past like shooting stars, streaking across the sky—though only those with enhanced perception could truly comprehend the spectacle.

Despite moving at speeds far beyond the limits of the known universe, no one was thrown off balance. Some mysterious force held them firmly in place, as if an invisible gravity bound them to their world.

The sensation was both awe-inspiring and terrifying.

The streets erupted into panic.

"We're dead! We're dead!"

"No one can save us now! We're going to be swallowed by the Void!"

"Where is God Ruination? He swore to protect us from extinction!"

An old man fell to his knees, desperately staring up at the sky, where celestial bodies flared and vanished in an endless dance.

Some were breathtaking.

Others were terrifying, their unfathomable presence sending chills down the spines of those who gazed upon them.

For the primals, who had only recently begun to explore the vastness of universe, this was beyond comprehension.

It was too much.

"God, please save us!"

Their voices rose as one, a desperate plea from an entire civilization.

Knees hit the ground.

Heads bowed.

They begged for salvation, hoping their God of Ruination would hear their cries.

Despite their desperate cries and frantic pleas, the world of Mythraldor continued its unstoppable march through the unknown.

But then, a message arrived.

A divine proclamation.

A voice echoed across the kingdoms, cities, and towns, carried by messengers appointed to spread the truth.

"Calm down, everyone!"

"Our God has finally heard our prayers!"

"He is taking us to his side, to show us the worlds beyond—endless civilizations among the stars!"

"From now on, we will fight alongside him, conquering the boundless universe together!"

"This is not a catastrophe—this is a blessing!"

At first, the people hesitated.

Could it be true?

But as the message spread across every kingdom, every city, and every town, doubt turned to understanding.

Understanding turned to excitement.

Excitement turned to celebration.

"We are chosen!"

"Our God has called us!"

"Let's rejoice!"

What was once a world drowning in fear became a world filled with festivity.

The people of Mythraldor embraced their destiny, eager to step into the unknown and carve their names among the stars.

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Time passed.

Deep within the Underground Crafting City of Dual Continent, a wave of excitement and relief washed over the craftsmen.

The Heaven-Class Battleship—the masterpiece forged by their Emperor—was about to come to life.

Aengus stood before it, his hundreds of clones seamlessly merging back into his main body.

With that he let out a long sigh. Fianlly, It was done.

And what a sight it was.

Supernova 1 stood tall and radiant, its brilliant white exterior gleaming under the artificial light.

Its colossal frame, the size of a small planet, loomed over them—a monument to power, precision, and technological mastery.

The sheer scale of its construction had forced them to open the ceiling of the Underground City, allowing the behemoth to take its final form.

Situated within a vast barren desert, the underground city itself was a hidden titan, its massive cavernous structure stretching as wide as a mountain range across the Dual Continent.

Now, standing at its heart, was a war machine that could erase stars with a single strike.

Aengus named it Supernova 1—a name that held profound meaning.

Once it unleashes its might, its attack will erupt like a Supernova, born of two opposing forces.

"RUMBLE!"

"BUZZ, BUZZZZ, BUZZZZZZ!"

As soon as the Battleship came to life with buzzing vibrations, the craftsmen roared in cheers and celebration.

Their Emperor had done the impossible.

"Congratulations!"

"Congratulations, My Emperor!"

Hog's voice boomed with genuine admiration, his face beaming with pride as he gazed at the third Heaven-Class Battleship under the Kievan Empire's banner.

The Supernova stood as a monument of power, marking a new era for their civilization.

But Aengus only smiled, his tone carried mysterious edge.

"This is just the beginning, Elder Hog. Just wait..."

Hog frowned slightly, sensing something unspoken in those words.

"What do you mean by that? What else—"

Suddenly—

"RUMBLE, RUMBLE!!!"

The ground trembled violently, sending shockwaves through the Dual Continent.

Even the giant craftsmen lost their footing, some barely managing to stabilize themselves.

Hog's sharp gaze snapped toward the horizon, searching for the source of the earth-shaking disturbance.

And then he saw it.

At the very end of the Dual Continent, a new planet, significantly smaller in size, descended from the void—merging effortlessly with the land below.

It was as if the fabric of reality itself had shifted, synchronizing the two celestial bodies through some divine intervention.

A miracle.

Hog's breath hitched.

Slowly, he turned to face the only person capable of such a phenomenon: The Emperor.

"Did you... did you do this, Your Majesty?" he asked.

Aengus nodded lightly, as if this was merely a trivial matter.

"Yes, I did."

Then, with a calm but authoritative tone, he added, "Let's go outside. We have some new subjects to introduce to this Empire."

Aengus stepped outside, his presence commanding yet calm, as the vast desert stretched endlessly before him.

Behind him, Hog, Baldor, and the craftsmen stood in disciplined silence.

And further beyond them—

The colossal Heaven-Class Battleship, White Dwarf Star, hovered with an almost sentient curiosity, its glossy white structure gleaming under the sun.

Then—Space rippled.

Like a curtain being pulled back, reality itself trembled—revealing a legion of figures emerging from the distortion.

They came in billions.

Primals.

A civilization of diverse beings, each exuding an aura unlike any species known before.

Their appearances were as varied as the stars—some with beast-like features, others with ethereal, elemental bodies, and some resembling ancient warlords from forgotten ages.

Yet—despite their uniqueness—one thing was certain:

They were weak.

At least, in comparison to the powerhouses of the Kievan Empire.

Some of the Primals stood in awe, their gazes fixated on the Heaven-Class Battleship, their minds struggling to comprehend its sheer size and grandeur.

Others, more cautious, whispered among themselves, trying to grasp what had just occurred.

Hog, however, remained unimpressed.

His sharp eyes scanned the newcomers, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

"What was so important about them?" he wondered.

He glanced sideways at Aengus, his tone bordering on disappointment.

"Who are they, My Emperor? They look certainly unique… but weak."

His voice carried no hostility—just blunt indifference.

To him, strength dictated importance, and at first glance, these beings seemed far beneath their notice.