Reborn With A Technology System In A Fantasy World-Chapter 289: Against The Concordat (3)

The reactor went critical as a miniature sun blossomed in the darkness, vaporizing the Cruisers and sending a shockwave of debris rippling outward.

Adrian stabilized himself in the void, his Power Suit engaging instantly. He floated amidst the wreckage, a speck of dust against the backdrop of the armada.

The explosion cleared but the damage done was minimal. The sensors of the 7th Erasure Fleet swiveled.

Thousands of guns locked onto the lone human figure floating in the dark.

From the flagship World-Breaker, Arbiter Valdis watched the screen. He saw the boy floating there, unshielded by a ship, exposed to the vacuum. "Persistent," Valdis murmured. "All batteries. Fire."

The void lit up.

Beams of plasma, lasers, and kinetic rounds converged on Adrian from every direction. It was enough firepower to glass planets.

Adrian didn’t dodge. He didn’t run either.

He opened his arms.

[Trait Activated: Energy Assimilation]

[Tech Core: Overclock] 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

The barrage was endless, a river of coherent light meant to turn a moon into dust. But amidst the blinding white, a new phenomenon emerged.

It was a trait Adrian had unlocked and the second was a skill. Until this moment, he hadn’t found a source powerful enough to test it against.

A few stray blaster bolts or environmental radiation were like drops of water to a sponge. But this? This was a tsunami and it was more than worthy for a test.

His body began to glow a bright, iridescent blue, a beacon so intense it washed out the targeting sensors of the nearby frigates. The optical scanners on the fighters glitched, unable to process a biological heat signature that rivaled a star.

Many lasers missed, streaking past him into the void because the targeting computers couldn’t lock onto a singularity of light. But a negligible amount missed compared to the thousands that found their mark.

~WHOOOOM!~

The combined fire of the fleet struck him. The silence of space was replaced by a psychic scream of energy displacement.

The intensity of the light coating him kept increasing, turning from blue to a blinding white that made it impossible to look directly at him without shielding.

The state lasted for ten agonizing seconds. On the bridges of the Concordat ships, captains and crews held their breath, watching the telemetry, waiting for the signal to flatline. They wondered if that was the end for the arrogant human.

But then, the light didn’t fade; it was inhaled.

The plasma didn’t burn him. It washed over his suit, seeping into the nanite weave, and instead of destroying the material, the Void energy within Adrian’s cells grabbed the thermal and kinetic potential and devoured it.

He drank the heat. He swallowed the radiation. He converted the lethal intent of an entire fleet into raw, unadulterated power.

The glow vanished, revealing Adrian’s figure floating there, unharmed, and his suit thrumming with so much excess energy that arcs of blue lightning were jumping off his shoulders.

Adrian roared. The sound of his outcry was lost in the vacuum, but the intent was felt in the ether. He pulled back his right fist and punched the empty space in front of him.

~CRAACKK!~

He didn’t hit matter; he hit the kinetic potential of the vacuum itself.

A shockwave of pure, distorted force exploded outward from his fist in a cone of destruction. It wasn’t air moving; it was gravity recoiling. The shockwave traveled faster than sound, slamming into the swarm of fighter drones.

Glass shattered. Metal crumpled.

The cockpits of thousands of fighter drones didn’t just crack; they disintegrated under the pressure wave. The pilots inside were liquidated instantly.

The shockwave continued, slamming into the nearby frigates. Their heavy armor plating buckled inward as if squeezed by a giant, invisible hand, crushing the vessels like soda cans before their reactor cores detonated in sympathy.

Adrian didn’t stop. He was a blur of violence. He kicked off the fabric of space itself, treating the void like a solid floor.

He launched himself like a missile, landing on the hull of a Destroyer-class ship with enough force to dent the tritanium plating.

He summoned his Mana Gun from his inventory. The weapon whined in protest as he funneled the excess energy he had just absorbed into its capacitor, overloading it well past its safety limits.

"Get off my lawn," he muttered coldly as he fired point-blank into the ship’s bridge.

The beam wasn’t a laser; it was a torrent of destruction. It punched through the Void-shielding, melted through three meters of composite armor, and pierced the heart of the ship. It didn’t stop there.

The beam traveled down the length of the vessel, detonating the ammunition stores inside.

The Destroyer broke in half, its spine severed, spilling crew and atmosphere into the dark.

For a moment, it seemed impossible. The tactical display on the flagship showed red dots vanishing by the dozen. One man was dismantling a fleet.

On the bridge of the World-Breaker, the crew was silent. The air was thick with the smell of ozone and fear. They were trained to fight armies, to bombard planets. They were not trained to fight a god.

"Sir," an officer stammered, his face pale as he looked at the readings. "Target’s energy levels are rising. He... he’s feeding on the attacks. Our standard weaponry is just recharging him."

Arbiter Valdis stood by the viewport, his hands clasped behind his back. His expression hardened, the nebula in his eyes swirling with cold calculation.

"He is a Void-User," Valdis stated, his voice devoid of surprise. "Standard energy is food to him. He metabolizes entropy. Very well. If he wants energy, let us give him more than he can swallow."

Valdis raised a hand. "Primary Cannons. Dreadnoughts Indomitable and Silencer. Target the anomaly. Maximum yield. Star-Fire Protocol."

The crew hesitated. The Star-Fire Protocol was a forbidden level of output, reserved for destroying moons or cracking planetary crusts.

"Sir? That level of output will destroy the surrounding asteroid field. The collateral damage to our own fighters..."

"Fire," Valdis commanded.