My Taming System Makes Me Overpowered

The shockwave of Barnaby’s consumption of the void-singularity didn’t just clear the immediate sector; it violently disrupted the quantum entanglement network connecting the entire Purgation Fleet.

Across the infinite grey expanse of the Outer Abyss, the thousands of remaining obsidian tetrahedrons flickered once, their crimson energy webs stuttering before fading into total darkness. Deprived of their central singularity anchor, the automated Vanguard units simply drifted dead in space, their purgation protocols permanently severed.

Elena’s fingers flew across the central console, her golden eyes reviewing the cascading streams of decrypted telemetry data.

"Fleet network completely collapsed," Elena announced, a rare note of satisfaction edging into her crisp voice. "All remaining Class-Zero Purgation units have suffered catastrophic system failures. We have achieved total supremacy over the outer sector."

Vetra let out a sharp, triumphant whistle, leaning back against the command railing with her arms crossed over her broad chest. "That was almost too easy. One minute they’re threatening to ’purge’ us, and the next they’re serving as snacks for our resident lotus."

Barnaby beamed brightly, leaning comfortably against Vince’s side while he still kept his arm securely around her waist. Her skin glowed with a warm, healthy radiance, completely recharged by the massive influx of refined void energy. "I told you! The big black ball tasted like spicy star-nectar!"

Solaria watched them with a soft, breathless smile, the lingering awe of the past hour still warming her chest. When she first arrived in Vince’s domain, she had viewed the outer cosmos as an insurmountable wall ruled by untouchable ancient gods. Now, watching her sovereign effortlessly dismantle their greatest weapons, she realized that the cosmos wasn’t a wall at all—it was simply an empire waiting to be claimed.

"The fleet is gone, Vince," Lyrielle noted, her violet eyes shifting from the viewing glass back to the throne. "But look at what the singularity left behind."

On the forward tactical display, as the grey dust clouds of the destroyed vanguard cleared away, a colossal structure loomed into view.

It wasn’t a ship, nor was it a weapon. It was an ancient, monumental ring of stellar architecture that spanned millions of miles across the void. Composed of dark, star-metal inlaid with glowing golden runes, the ring spun slowly in the absolute dark, holding open a massive, shimmering gateway of pure, liquid light.

It was the Progenitor Gate—the primary threshold leading from the outer quarantine zone directly into the sacred, hidden realms of the creator deities themselves.

As the celestial-jade citadel approached the massive structure, a deep, resonant hum echoed through the hull, carrying a psychic broadcast from the gate’s automated defense matrix.

"WARNING. UNAVAILABLE ACCESS CODE. PROGENITOR DOMAIN IS RESTRICTED TO CERTIFIED ARCHITECTS ONLY. INITIATING TOTAL REALM QUARANTINE."

Across the shimmering surface of the gate, thousands of golden defensive turrets materialized, locking onto the citadel and charging with blinding beams of divine condemnation energy.

"They’re locking the door," Vetra grinned, unhooking her dark-iron broadsword from her back with a metallic ring. "Shall I go open it with a hammer?"

"No need," Vince spoke smoothly.

He rose slowly from his obsidian throne. The moment his feet touched the deck, the absolute domain radiating from his body expanded with terrifying force. The dark amethyst twilight washed over the bridge, instantly drowning out the ship’s automated lighting and turning the entire vessel into the epicenter of a cosmic singularity.

"Elena, hold the citadel steady," Vince commanded, his voice a deep, absolute baritone that vibrated through every soul present. "Let’s see how their sacred gate handles my seal."

Vince stepped forward, passing effortlessly through the forward command glass as if it were nothing more than morning mist, floating out into the freezing, crushing vacuum of the Outer Abyss completely unshielded.

The moment he appeared outside, the Progenitor Gate’s defensive turrets opened fire. Thousands of blinding golden beams converged on his lone figure, promising to incinerate him down to his soul.

Solaria’s breath caught in her throat, her hand flying instinctively toward her chest where Vince’s mark glowed. "Vince—!"

She didn’t need to worry.

Vince didn’t dodge. He didn’t even raise a weapon. He simply raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

CRACK—

The sound echoed not through the air, but through the fundamental fabric of reality itself.

When the thousands of golden condemnation beams struck Vince’s absolute domain, they didn’t even scratch his skin. Instead, the golden energy instantly fractured, reversed direction, and whipped back along its own trajectory with ten times the force, obliterating every single turret on the Progenitor Gate in a simultaneous chain of golden fire.

BOOM— BOOM— BOOM—

The colossal ring of star-metal shuddered violently. The automated restriction protocols shrieked and sparked as Vince’s twilight authority forced its way directly into the gate’s administrative root.

The glowing golden runes along the ring’s surface flickered, turned a deep, royal amethyst, and locked into place. The shimmering gate of liquid light didn’t just open—it bowed, stabilizing into a vast, welcoming highway of absolute twilight power.

Back on the bridge, Vetra laughed out loud, shaking her head in sheer disbelief. "He didn’t even break a sweat. He just bullied a Progenitor gate into submission."

"That is our sovereign," Lyrielle said softly, her violet eyes shining with deep, unwavering devotion as she looked out at Vince’s floating silhouette.

Elena tapped her slate, logging the new spatial coordinates with calm precision. "The gateway is fully integrated into our regional network. The path into the Progenitor realms is wide open."

Out in the void, Vince turned slowly, his dark amethyst eyes locking onto the citadel through the forward glass. With a subtle wave of his hand, he phased back onto the bridge, his dark velvet cloak settling quietly around his shoulders as he resumed his place upon his throne.

Barnaby immediately scrambled back into his lap, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing a happy kiss to his cheek. "You showed that big shiny ring who’s boss, Vince!"

Vince caught her easily, a dark, velvet chuckle rumbling in his chest as his gaze swept over the bridge, resting on the devoted women who stood beside him.

"The gate is open," Vince announced, his voice carrying an unyielding promise. "Elena, set course for the Progenitor realms. We’re going to collect our tribute from the creators of the universe."

As the celestial-jade citadel surged forward through the shimmering Progenitor Gate, leaving the Outer Abyss behind, the final Chapter of Act I closed. Ahead of them lay the true seat of the ancient cosmos—and Vince was ready to claim every throne within it.