First Intergalactic Emperor: Starting With The Ancient Goddess

The university came into view as Xavier swung the bike into the side lane, cutting past a line of hover-shuttles dropping off morning students. Lyra tapped his shoulder once they were close.

”Here,” she said. ”This is the main gate.”

He slowed the bike only long enough for the guards to recognize him—then they immediately waved him through like they were welcoming the president. Xavier didn’t bother acknowledging. He rolled in, stopped near the central courtyard, and killed the engine.

Lyra slid off first, scoping the area like she expected the professor to jump out from behind a tree. Xavier took off his helmet, shook his hair out of his eyes, and started walking toward the main buildings.

That’s when it happened.

A girl near the fountain turned her head. Her eyes widened. Her mouth dropped open.

”Oh my god— is that Xavier—?”

The moment she said his name, five more students snapped their heads toward him. One guy tripped over his own feet. A girl dropped her tablet. Someone screamed. And then like a spark hitting dry grass, the excitement spread through the courtyard in seconds.

Students poured out of doorways, balconies, hallways. People left mid-lecture, sprinting from classrooms. Cameras and phones rose instantly.

A wave of bodies gathered around them so fast it was almost comical.

And the noise—

”My god it’s actually him!”

”Xavier I’m your biggest fan—!”

”Please impregnate me—!”

”Take a picture with me—!”

”I LOVE YOU!!”

”XAVIER PLEASE STEP ON ME—”

”HE’S EVEN MORE ATTRACTIVE IN PERSON—”

Dozens became hundreds. And hundreds became a crowd thick enough to clog the entire courtyard.

Girls pushed to the front, flicking their hair, trying to stand taller, touching their lips, twisting their hips like they suddenly wanted to get cast in a movie. They crowded so close that Lyra had to step in front of Xavier once or twice, ears pinning back, tails stiff, her expression one twitch away from snarling.

But Xavier didn’t say anything. He just adjusted his jacket and kept walking, letting the crowd flow around him like a living tide.

People were already live-streaming.

”Xavier!! Why are you here!?”

”Are you shooting something!?”

”Are you transferring to our university?”

”Did someone call you?”

”WILL YOU DATE A FAN??”

”CAN YOU FUCK MY—”

”SIGN MY CHEST— PLEASE—”

Lyra growled softly under her breath, ”Disgusting.”

Xavier ignored them. He wasn’t here to entertain anyone.

He raised his voice only once: ”I’m here for a professor. Arin Velmore.”

The crowd fell quiet for a second—genuinely confused.

Someone near the front said, ”Professor Velmore? He teaches Quantum Social Studies. Isn’t he... you know... nice?”

Another girl nodded. ”He’s very polite. Easygoing. I’ve never seen him raise his voice.”

”Super friendly,” someone else said.

Xavier didn’t slow. ”I don’t care what any of you think.”

That shut the group up instantly.

He kept moving through the hall as if he owned the place. Lyra walked beside him, tail curled tightly around her leg like she was restraining herself from slicing through the crowd.

Security spotted the commotion and rushed over, but instead of controlling the students, they ended up escorting Xavier forward, clearing the path all the way to the administrative building.

When they reached the staff area, Xavier entered without knocking, heading straight down the long hallway lined with office doors. Professors peeked out from behind them, stunned, confused, whispering his name under their breath.

He opened the first office door. ”Is that him?”

Lyra shook her head. ”No.”

He closed it and moved to the next.

And the next.

And the next.

Half the professors nearly fainted seeing him. A few asked for pictures. While, one old man asked if Xavier was the ”VR kid the internet never shuts up about.”

Lyra shook her head at each one.

Until they reached the last hallway—quiet, slightly dimmer than the rest. Only one door at the end.

A man inside, sitting behind his desk, typing something, unaware they were approaching.

Lyra froze.

”That’s him.”

Xavier didn’t waste a second.

He pushed the door open. Arin Velmore looked up, startled—polite smile forming automatically, probably expecting a student with a question.

But when he saw Lyra, the color drained from his face.

Arin Velmore stumbled back a step as Xavier entered, but the man still tried to recover the polite-professor mask. He adjusted his glasses, straightened his tie, and forced a smile that cracked almost immediately.

”Is... is there something I can help you with?” he asked.

Lyra’s ears twitched back, ready to pounce.

Xavier grabbed the professor by his collar and dragged him out of the office, bringing out the gasps and whispers building down the hall. The corridor was filling fast—students, teachers, even a few deans peeking from around corners, trying to understand why the galaxy’s biggest celebrity was in one of their staff rooms with a look sharp enough to cut through bone.

”Professor Arin Velmore,” Xavier said, voice low. ”I heard you’ve been bothering Lilia.”

”I—what?” The man blinked, confused panic flickering in his eyes. ”I don’t... I haven’t done anything inappropriate.”

Lyra stepped closer, tail flicking like a blade. ”Stop lying.”

”I—I would never—”

Xavier didn’t let him finish. He reached into his pocket, pulled out Lilia’s phone, and tossed it onto the professor’s face. The logs glowed bright on the screen.

Dozens of missed calls. Nearly a hundred messages. Repeated, obsessive texts. Last night. This morning. Hours apart. Minutes apart.

The crowd around them had grown thick enough that some students were leaning in, phones raised, recording everything.

Arin paled. ”T-That’s not my number. Call it, then. Right now.”

Xavier watched the confidence fall into place—because a man only asked someone to ”call back and confirm” when he already had a plan in place.

A backup phone and a plan to walk out clean in case a student complained about it.

Then, suddenly—

Every holoscreen in the office flickered. Every digital projector in the hallway blinked twice. Every student’s AR lens glitched. Even the wall-mounted academy displays stuttered.

And then they lit up. One by one. Clips. Real footage.

The first clip showed Arin cornering a girl in an empty lecture hall, brushing her shoulder, leaning too close.

The second clip showed him touching another student in the hallway, fingers sliding where they shouldn’t be.

A third clip showed Lilia—standing near the campus garden, trying to escape while the same professor followed behind her with an expression that turned Xavier’s stomach into something cold.

More clips poured in. From classrooms. From staff corridors. From the professor’s own apartment cameras—god knows how those were accessed.

Female students arriving late at night, leaving early. Some of them uncomfortable. Some of them scared.

A wave of disgust rippled through the entire corridor.

Students screamed. The professors gasped. Someone cursed loudly in the hallway. One of the deans covered her mouth, horrified.

Arin stepped back so fast he hit the wall, shaking his head violently, voice cracking. ”No—no, that’s fake—someone—someone hacked—this is manipulated—this is—”

The screens kept playing. Clip after clip. Proof after proof. Every lie he tried to tell was crushed under the weight of what was right in front of everyone’s eyes.

Xavier hadn’t done any of this. Even he was surprised.

Lyra looked stunned for a second, then smirked, satisfied, a predator seeing justice unfold without lifting a claw.

Students outside the door exploded.

”That bastard—!”

”I KNEW he was creepy!”

”Disgusting!”

”Throw him out—!”

”Call the police!”

Arin Velmore tried to bolt.

He shoved his students aside and lunged toward the side exit, panic finally taking over.

But Xavier was faster.

He kicked the trash bin, and the professor hit his foot, and fell down.

Xaveir grabbed the professor from the back of his coat and raised him up like trash.

”Where do you think you’re going?” Xavier asked quietly.