First Intergalactic Emperor: Starting With The Ancient Goddess

The elevator doors slid open on the 27th floor with a soft chime. The hallway was narrow, lined with clean panels and dim strip lights that buzzed faintly. Xavier stepped out first, silent, scanning the corridor like a hunter tracing scent. Ryn followed, pulling the hood of his coat a little lower, eyes glinting beneath.

They stopped outside Apartment LE-054. Mira’s parents’ names were etched there in cursive. Xavier stared at it for a second, then pressed the bell and backed away into the blind corner beside the door.

A moment later, the door cracked open.

A man in his late forties leaned out, cautious, wearing a loose silk shirt and the kind of face that pretended to be tired but was just hiding comfort.

”Yes?” he asked.

Ryn smiled politely, voice calm. ”Evening, sir. Quick building inspection—water pressure check. Won’t take a minute.”

The man blinked. ”At this hour?”

Ryn shrugged. ”Management orders. We’re just ticking boxes. Won’t bother you long.”

The man hesitated, but before he could think twice, Ryn stepped closer, foot in the door—and Xavier appeared behind him like a shadow slipping out of the wall. The man barely had time to gasp before Xavier pushed the door open and slipped inside.

Ryn followed, turning the lock with a quiet click.

”What the hell is this?!” the man barked, voice already cracking. His wife appeared from the other room—done up like she was hosting a party, with perfect curls and a pearl necklace that gleamed under the light.

”What’s going on, dear?” she asked sharply, then froze when she saw a bloodstain on Ryn’s clothes.

”Who are you people?! I’ll call the police!” she snapped, snatching at the phone on the counter.

Her husband did the same—but before his fingers could touch the screen, a dagger hissed through the air and buried itself in the wall right beside his hand, pinning the phone in place. The man jumped back with a cry.

”Bad idea,” Ryn said softly. He was hiding another dagger with him.

The woman’s breath hitched. ”Wh—what do you want? Money?”

Xavier didn’t answer. He just looked around the room—new furniture, sleek walls, fake family photos on the shelf. None of it belonged to Mira. None of it remembered her.

He finally turned his gaze on them. ”You lived in the slums before, right?” His voice was quiet, but sharp enough to cut through the air. ”Same place where a girl named Mira was born.”

The woman’s painted smile faltered. The man’s face dropped.

”Why are you talking about her?” the woman said, her tone defensive, not remorseful.

Xavier stepped closer, eyes narrowing. ”You tell me. Why’d you sell your daughter?”

The father flinched like the word itself was a punch. The mother only straightened, crossing her arms.

”You don’t understand how things work down there,” she said coldly. ”We did what we had to. We were dying. And she was—”

”She was your daughter,” Xavier cut in, his tone ice-cold.

The mother scoffed lightly. ”And what was she supposed to do? Starve with us? The people who came for her offered more money than we’d see in a lifetime. It was a chance for all of us to survive. It’s not like they killed her. They just raped her, and she earned more money that she could by working for decades.”

The father’s voice broke. ”Enough, Rina.”

But she didn’t stop. ”You think we’re the only ones who’ve done it? Look around. Everyone sells something in the slums. Some sell scrap, some sell bodies. That’s just how it is.”

Xavier watched her, silent for a long moment. Her face was flawless—surgery, implants, even her hair was thick and golden under the ceiling lights. The man beside her looked older, worn, but guilt still clung to him like rot.

And yet, none of it mattered to Xavier. Not the tears. Not the excuses. Not the fake pain or the cheap guilt.

He wasn’t here for that.

He took one step closer, shadows crawling behind him as Ryn quietly leaned back against the wall, watching.

”Emotions don’t fix what you did,” Xavier said finally. ”And you don’t get to buy your way out of it.”

SIGH~!

They weren’t even worth Xavier’s time.

He turned to Ryn and then asked him, ”Do you want to live peacefully without fear of being hunted?”

Ryn nodded instantly without thinking.

Xavier signaled past his shoulder and said, ”Kill them and the apartment is yours.”

Xavier watched Ryn spring into motion without hesitation. The father barely had time to register the danger before Ryn’s daggers were flashing, slicing through the air with deadly precision. The man screamed, stumbling back and trying to shield himself with his arms, but it was futile—every swing was calculated, every strike landing where it needed to. The sound of metal cutting through flesh echoed sharply against the walls, and the father’s desperate pleas for mercy were swallowed by the cold efficiency of the attack.

The mother tried to hide, screaming, tears streaking her altered face, but Ryn was already past her defenses. He moved like a shadow, swift and merciless, each motion choreographed to end her resistance before she could fully react. Her hands clawed at the air, her voice cracking, begging for a chance. But the answers came in the quiet, sharp bite of the daggers.

Xavier stood back, observing, his expression calm, almost clinical. ”Not too much blood,” he said casually, glancing at Ryn. ”Clean up company charges astronomically for the stains.”

Ryn’s strikes didn’t falter. The parents’ screams, the sudden, harsh shouts of panic, the futile flailing—it all filled the cramped apartment for a few short, horrifying minutes. Then, it ended and silence settled, as though nothing had ever happened there.

Ryn stepped back, wiping his dagger clean on a nearby cloth, while Xavier’s eyes scanned the room, noting every detail. The apartment was Ryn’s now, untarnished, ready for him to move in.

Xavier let out a low chuckle, satisfied, and turned to Ryn. ”This is the life you wanted, without fear. Now you can live it.”

Xavier called the clean up crew and everything was cleaned in a few hours.

He then stared at the system screen in front of his eyes with a quest menu opened.

[Revenge]

All the missions and side quests were completed and checked, and the only one remained was Lucas Blackwood.

Xavier cursed under his breath, ”Where is this son of a bitch hiding? I wanna kill him so badly.”

DING!

[A new quest has been assigned.]

[Quest- Meet Eleanor Von Stein.]