My Taming System Makes Me Overpowered

The central vacuum of the Astral Convergence roared with the unnatural fury of three dying solar systems.

A colossal, triangular cosmic array—the Grand Firmament Seal—spanned tens of thousands of miles across the void, anchored by three massive capital dreadnoughts representing the Solari Dominion, the Starlight Hegemony, and the Obsidian Astral Pantheon. Bleeding streams of stolen divine vitality and dark shadow energy coursed through the array’s glowing runes, converging into a singular, crushing singularity aimed directly at the spatial tear where Vince’s vessel was emerging.

At the epicenter of the array stood the three Star-Emperors.

To the left was Emperor Helios of the Solari Dominion, his body fused with jagged obsidian spikes, his once-pure golden aura corrupted into a sickening dark-amber flame. To the right was Empress Astraea of the Starlight Hegemony, wrapped in shifting constellations of icy cosmic steel. At the center stood the towering, faceless spectral manifestation of the Supreme Shadow Monarch, the ultimate progenitor of the Obsidian Seat.

”It is emerging!” Empress Astraea’s voice echoed across the vacuum, laced with cold, panicked sharp resonance. ”Focus the entire yield of the Grand Seal! Collapse their spatial coordinates before their domain boundary can expand!”

”Drown them in the origin of a thousand sacrificed worlds!” Emperor Helios roared, his corrupted golden eyes burning with mad, frantic desperation.

The triangular array flashed with blinding, catastrophic brilliance. A concentrated beam of absolute void-collapse energy—a force designed to tear down divine pantheons and permanently erase entire lower realms—was unleashed, hurtling straight toward the dark silhouette of the celestial-jade citadel.

Standing on the prow of the citadel, Vince did not draw a weapon. He didn’t even shift his stance.

Barnaby stood snugly at his right side, her slender hands wrapped around his arm, her 100% bloomed Lotus Core glowing like a radiant silver star against her chest. Vetra stood on his left, her massive dark-iron broadsword rested on her shoulder as dragon-fire rolled off her scales in waves of pure crimson-gold. Behind them, Lyrielle held her elder-wood bow drawn to its absolute limit, while Elena monitored the structural collapsing matrix from her administrative grid, and Princess Solaria watched in stunned, trembling awe.

”They’ve poured everything into this single array,” Elena noted calmly, her golden eyes scanning the incoming beam. ”If this blast hits a standard realm, it would erase its past, present, and future timelines.”

”It’s a lot of noise,” Vince murmured softly, his dark amethyst eyes flashing with absolute, terrifying supremacy.

He took a single step forward, bringing his left hand out from his pocket and extending his palm toward the approaching beam of total annihilation.

”Inward Absolute Domain: Primordial Rewrite.”

BOOM—

A deep, purple-black twilight expanded instantly from Vince’s palm, spreading across the vast emptiness of the void at impossible speeds. The moment the beam of void-collapse touched the threshold of Vince’s domain, its momentum didn’t just stall—its fundamental laws were completely rewritten.

The catastrophic, world-ending beam was stripped of its destructive malice in a fraction of a second, dissolving into brilliant, harmless cascades of glittering silver star-dust. The raw, concentrated cosmic energy of three sacrificed solar systems was instantly harvested and funneled directly into Barnaby’s Lotus Core.

”Ah...!” Barnaby gasped softly, her eyes flashing with pure, golden radiance as the massive tidal wave of pure energy washed over her soul-tether and straight into Vince’s spiritual sea. ”Vince... it’s so massive! The entire Firmament’s origin array... it’s all ours now!”

The three Star-Emperors froze in absolute horror. Their supreme array, the product of tens of thousands of years of divine dominance, had been turned into a mere nutritional surge for an unranked sovereign’s consort.

”Impossible!” Empress Astraea shrieked, her constellation armor fracturing under the sudden, massive feedback loop. ”Our seal... erased?!”

Before the emperors could process their utter defeat, Vince bypassed the void entirely.

In a single, imperceptible blink, he appeared directly in the middle of the triangular platform, standing between the three rulers of the Firmament. The ambient spatial pressure of his absolute domain slammed onto their shoulders like the falling of a universe.

THUMMM!

Empress Astraea’s ice-steel armor shattered instantly, forcing her to her knees on the cold stone platform. Emperor Helios let out a guttural scream as his corrupted solar wings were snapped like twigs under the invisible weight, pinning him flat against the floor. Even the spectral form of the Supreme Shadow Monarch flickered violently, its dark manifestation compressing into a weak, unstable core.

”Is this the peak of the Primordial Firmament?” Vince asked smoothly, his dark voice resonating through their souls with cold, crushing indifference. ”You built a civilization on the backs of lower realms, pretending to be gods, only to bow like mortals the moment a true apex arrives.”

”Vince... please!” Emperor Helios choked out, blood pouring from his lips as he looked up at his former daughter, Solaria, who now stood on the balcony of the citadel looking down at him without a shred of pity. ”We... we can yield! We will crown you Supreme Sovereign of the Three Seats! You can have the throne of the Firmament!”

Vince looked down at the bleeding emperor with calm, dark amusement.

”I don’t need a throne given by broken gods,” Vince murmured. ”I take what is mine.”

Vince raised his right hand and clenched his fist.

CRACK!

Barnaby’s spectral lotus blossomed across the entire expanse of the Astral Convergence, its massive silver petals closing over the three Star-Emperors and their capital fleets. In a glorious, terrifying display of absolute subjugation, the divine origins of the Solari Dominion, the Starlight Hegemony, and the Obsidian Seat were violently drawn out, purified, and permanently integrated into Vince’s ever-expanding domain.

The dark, oppressive void of the Convergence cleared instantly, replaced by a breathtaking, silver-purple sanctuary sky anchored directly to Vince’s soul. The three Star-Emperors were reduced to empty, powerless shells, falling into total submission beneath the shadow of the jade citadel.

Vetra let out a roaring, triumphant laugh that shook the surrounding space, swinging her broadsword through the air. ”Now that is how you settle a realm!”

Lyrielle lowered her bow, a soft, breathtaking smile gracing her lips as she looked at Vince. ”Phase Four is complete. The entire Primordial Firmament has officially fallen under your absolute rule, Vince.”

Vince turned slowly, walking back toward his obsidian throne as Barnaby glided into his arms, wrapping her slender limbs around him with deep, affectionate purrs. He sat back down upon the throne, looking out across the endless, newly conquered expanse of the Firmament as Elena, Vetra, Lyrielle, and even Solaria gathered around his knees.

Phase Four was over. The gods of the highest sky had been subjugated, their origins devoured, and their ancient seats brought to absolute heel under Vince’s unyielding rule.