My Taming System Makes Me Overpowered

The celestial-jade citadel glided through the infinite, starless expanse of the Outer Abyss like a phantom leviathan. Behind them, the shattered remnants of the Void Arbiter’s command node dissolved into grey cosmic dust, leaving nothing in their wake but absolute silence.

Yet, Elena’s golden eyes remained locked on her administrative slate, her fingers flying across the data-streams with heightened urgency.

"Energy signatures shifting ahead," Elena announced, her crisp voice cutting through the quiet hum of the bridge. "Residual telemetry from the Arbiter’s core didn’t just die—it transmitted a final trigger sequence. A localized spatial collapse is forming directly in our flight path."

Vetra crossed her arms, her crimson dragon-eyes narrowing as she stared out the massive forward viewport into the churning grey void. "Another trap? Those Progenitor freaks really don’t know when to stay down."

"It’s not just a standard trap," Lyrielle murmured, her violet eyes reflecting the faint warning glyphs flashing across the console. She drew her elder-wood bow instinctively, the wood humming with soft divine light. "The very fabric of space is folding inward. Whatever they left behind, it’s designed to swallow this entire sector."

Before anyone else could speak, the grey void ahead violently fractured.

RUMBLE—

A deep, bone-rattling vibration surged through the citadel’s hull. In the center of the viewport, a colossal, pitch-black sphere materialized out of nowhere—a Class-Zero Void-Singularity. It possessed no light, no warmth, and no physical mass, only an infinite, terrifying gravitational pull that instantly locked onto the celestial-jade citadel, dragging the massive jade vessel toward its event horizon.

The automated warning alarms shrieked across the bridge. Protective barriers flared in brilliant, strained sheets of violet light as the spatial pressure threatened to crush the hull like tin foil.

"Gravitational shear at four hundred percent," Elena reported calmly, though a bead of sweat traced the side of her temple. "Citadel thrusters are locked. We cannot outrun the pull of the singularity."

Solaria stepped forward, her golden aura flaring defensively as she summoned her solar blade. "Should I deploy the secondary barrier arrays to stabilize the hull?"

"No," a deep, velvet voice commanded.

Vince remained seated upon his obsidian throne, his dark amethyst eyes fixed entirely on the swirling black sphere of pure destruction. There was no panic in his posture, only a cold, calculating curiosity. He didn’t see a threat; he saw an unmined resource.

Beside him, Barnaby wasn’t looking at the warning alarms or the crushing gravity well. Her wide, translucent golden eyes were fixed on the singularity with an expression of intense, almost hungry fascination.

The 100% bloomed Lotus Core resting over her chest began to throb. It didn’t hum with its usual gentle, purring warmth; it pulsed with a deep, rhythmic, vibrating resonance that matched the exact frequency of the void-singularity itself.

"Vince..." Barnaby whispered, her voice uncharacteristically small yet laced with a strange, undeniable certainty. "It’s... it’s calling to me."

Vince turned his head, his dark gaze shifting down to the elven-lotus girl. He recognized that look. The ancient, primordial laws encoded within Barnaby’s origin matrix weren’t frightened of the void—they recognized it as fuel.

"Go on, then," Vince permitted softly, his hand resting gently on her head, fingers tangling in her silver hair. "Show it what happens when it tries to swallow my domain."

Barnaby let out a soft, excited breath. She didn’t hesitate. With a bright, musical giggle, she stepped away from the protection of the throne, floated effortlessly off the obsidian floor, and drifted straight through the translucent barrier of the forward command glass—passing through the ship’s shields as if they were made of morning mist.

"Barnaby!" Solaria gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in shock.

"Watch," Vetra grinned, her sharp-fanged smile returning as she crossed her arms. "The little lotus knows exactly what she’s doing."

Outside the citadel, suspended in the freezing, crushing vacuum of the Outer Abyss, Barnaby floated alone against the backdrop of the colossal void-singularity.

The singularity’s gravitational pull was strong enough to crush a pantheon of gods into subatomic dust, yet as it washed over Barnaby, her golden-translucent body merely glowed brighter. The lotus mark on her chest expanded rapidly, blooming outward until shimmering, crystalline petals of pure light enveloped her from head to toe.

Then, the evolution began.

The soft gold of her aura suddenly shifted—deepening, darkening, and burning with a brilliant, terrifying twilight-amethyst hue that matched the absolute domain of her sovereign. The chaotic, destructive grey entropy of the singularity didn’t tear her apart; instead, it began to stream toward her in massive, swirling rivers of raw energy, pouring directly into her blooming Lotus Core.

HUMMMMM—

A shockwave of pure, refined divine authority blasted outward through the Outer Abyss, rattling the stars and turning the surrounding grey void into a brilliant canvas of violet-gold fire.

Inside the citadel, Elena watched her data-streams go completely wild, her golden eyes widening as the impossible numbers registered on her screen. "Her origin matrix... it’s not resisting the entropy. She’s metabolizing it."

"She isn’t just surviving the singularity," Lyrielle whispered in awe, her violet eyes wide as she watched the glowing lotus figure outside. "She’s devouring it."

Out in the void, Barnaby threw her arms wide, her silver hair whipping wildly around her face as she drew the final, massive core of the singularity straight into her chest. The black sphere shivered, lost its gravitational cohesion, and collapsed inward with a blinding flash of silent light.

In less than ten seconds, a Class-Zero cosmic anomaly—a weapon designed by the Progenitor Council to erase entire worlds—was completely eaten.

When the flash faded, the singularity was gone. In its place floated a single, perfect crystal of condensed, multi-colored void energy, pulsing with soft, rhythmic heartbeats.

Barnaby exhaled a long, shuddering breath, her aura settling back into a warm, radiant glow. She reached out, caught the floating crystal in her pale palm, and turned back toward the citadel.

A moment later, she phased effortlessly back through the forward glass, landing lightly on the bridge. She swayed slightly on her feet, the sudden influx of refined energy making her slightly dizzy, but her golden eyes sparkled with immense triumph.

Before she could even take a step, a large, warm arm wrapped securely around her waist, lifting her effortlessly against a solid, familiar chest.

Vince pulled her close, his other hand rising to gently cup the back of her head as he pressed a deep, possessive kiss into her silver hair. "Magnificent," he murmured, his deep voice vibrating against her skin. "You turned their entire weapon into your own nourishment."

Barnaby let out a happy, contented purr, pressing her face into Vince’s neck as she held out the glowing crystal like a prized trophy. "I told you I could do it, Vince! And look—it left a pretty rock for you!"

Vetra let out a roaring laugh, clapping her hands together. "That’s our little lotus! You just ate a Progenitor super-weapon for breakfast!"

Solaria let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, a profound sense of awe washing over her. Every member of Vince’s harem wasn’t just a partner; they were walking natural disasters in their own right, elevated and perfected by the absolute domain of their sovereign.

Elena tapped her slate, the golden data-streams stabilizing instantly as she verified the surrounding sector status. "The spatial path is completely clear. Furthermore, the residual energy Barnaby absorbed has significantly reinforced the citadel’s dimensional shields. We are operating at peak efficiency."

Vince accepted the glowing void-crystal from Barnaby’s hand, his dark amethyst eyes inspecting the faceted stone before his absolute domain absorbed its raw energy directly into the ship’s core. He looked back up, his gaze sweeping over the Harem before locking once more on the infinite expanse of the dark ahead.

"The Progenitor Council sent a singularity to erase us," Vince said, his voice carrying a dark, velvet promise that echoed through the entire vessel. "Instead, we just fed on it."

He tightened his arm around Barnaby, holding her close against his side as he issued his next command.

"Elena, set a direct course for the first Progenitor Archive. Let’s go collect the rest of their treasures."