Floating Island - Triple S Talent - Chapter 535

Chapter 535: 3 Days
Inside a dome-shaped chamber surrounded by a transparent barrier, Lein sat cross-legged at its center. His hands tightly gripped two white essences, which appeared calm and unchanging to the eyes of an ordinary person.

But from the skies above the zone, Dragnar watched closely. His glowing blue eyes saw what others could not—waves of Law energy slowly flowing into Lein’s body, merging perfectly with his spiritual and physical essence.

“Incredible… he’s managed to advance his Law Seed this far in just a few days,” Dragnar murmured, his voice tinged with awe.

In the past, Dragnar had harbored hatred toward Lein—more precisely, toward all humans who had enslaved him and his race for thousands of years. But his recent interactions with Lein had begun to shake that belief. Especially after they stabilized a rare and volatile Law manifestation zone together.

At that moment, Dragnar had seen another side of the young man: diligence, intelligence, and hidden strength. Not just raw potential, but also a calmness that suggested Lein knew exactly which path he was walking.

“I can’t afford to waste this chance,” he continued, his gravelly voice barely louder than a whispered prayer.

With slow, steady wingbeats, Dragnar continued releasing his dragonheart resonance—a form of pure spiritual emission possessed only by high-class dragons. The wave spread outward, stabilizing the Law essence flow throughout the zone, keeping it in harmonious balance during the fusion process.

Suddenly, Lein opened his eyes. His gaze was calm, but there was a sharp glint in them—like a drawn blade.

“Dragnar, that’s enough for today,” Lein said firmly, his voice echoing softly inside the barrier.

Dragnar descended slowly, halting his spiritual resonance and landing at the edge of the zone. Meanwhile, Lein stood and stretched out his arms. A new sensation coursed through his body—as if thousands of foreign energy seeds had fused into his system, reinforcing his cells from the ground up.

“Is this Law essence… altering my body?” he muttered softly, a hint of concern in his tone. He clenched his fists and examined his skin closely, as though searching for any abnormal physical changes.

Three days had passed since he began absorbing Law essence within the manifestation zone. Now, his progress had reached a notable milestone. His internal system automatically displayed the data of his current Law development:

Space Law: 1623 (16%) / 10,000

Gravity Law: 0 (0%) / 10,000

Energy Law: 0 (0%) / 10,000

“Damn… still a long way to go,” Lein sighed, his breath drifting out like a cold breeze.

Yet despite the complaint, a faint smile appeared on his face—a hidden pride. He knew that such rapid advancement was unprecedented in the history of Law Seed formation.

At the beginning of his trials, it had taken him fifteen minutes to absorb a single unit of Law essence. If that rate remained consistent, reaching the full 10,000 for Space Law alone would take at least sixteen full days. And that didn’t even include the other two Laws he had yet to touch.

But Lein knew when to stop. Not everything could be achieved at once. He took a deep breath, calming his thoughts, and slowly rose to his feet.

Today, there was a more pressing matter—an important transaction with Veyron to obtain the Cosmic Core, the final component he needed before leaving the Nova Consortium Dominion. After that, there would be no reason to remain in this territory. His next destination awaited: returning to the Celestial Sky Realm.

But before that, there was one more thing. He needed to visit a Five-Star Merchant Chamber—a place where he could purchase a storage artifact, a special item capable of holding both a Law manifestation zone and the Law Seeds he had formed. Without it, all his progress would be at risk once he left the zone.

Without wasting time, Lein exited Zone 43. The energy around him gently rippled as the zone’s protective barrier faded, then sealed itself again after his departure.

His figure shot toward the sect’s main gate, then directly to the central portal in Solareon City—a massive gateway connecting to various interdimensional regions.

***

Imperial Palace – Celestial Sky Realm

In the midst of a wide and serene courtyard, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of towering sky trees. Golden light from the sacred heavens shimmered softly across the surface of a long table beneath a majestic pavilion.

Several individuals were seated around the table, conversing casually but with an air of reverence.

One of the chairs on the right side was occupied by Nita. A queenly gown of silver and violet hugged her graceful figure, reflecting the light with a calm and regal aura. She raised a star-etched teacup and took a slow, elegant sip.

Slurp…

The fragrant aroma of spiritual tea leaves filled her nose. A warm, slightly sweet taste spread down her throat, bringing with it a unique tranquility.

“Grace, the tea smells wonderful… and tastes even better,” Nita said with a gentle smile, glancing at a fair-skinned woman not far from her. The woman was pouring hot water into other cups with graceful and attentive movements.

Grace smiled faintly at the compliment. “It’s a family recipe, Sister Nita. But I added a few special herbs from the spiritual garden up north. It made the flavor… more balanced,” she explained softly, her voice flowing like a clear river stream.

Grace’s words caught the attention of someone sitting near the corner of the table. Bagus raised an eyebrow in curiosity, his eyes widening as if a realization had just struck him.

“Sister Grace, you’ve got to tell us more about your family after you arrived in the Celestial Sky Realm,” he said, his tone filled with sincere interest. The look in his eyes made it clear he wasn’t just making small talk—he genuinely wanted to know.

In previous gatherings, Grace had briefly mentioned her origins. She came from a noble English family—a background that sounded impressive to most ears, though she never emphasized it much.

“There’s nothing particularly interesting,” Grace replied humbly, her voice calm and flat. “Just the same as anyone else.”

Her tone made it clear she wasn’t keen on flaunting her family roots. Deep down, she knew that compared to Bagus—who had no natural combat talent—her life had been far easier. Grace respected the way Bagus carved his own path, relying on hard work rather than inherited fortune.

Almost as if on cue, Elen cut through the atmosphere with her distinct, slightly high-pitched voice—surprisingly clear for someone whose petite frame barely rose above the table.

“Bagus, you used to be so full of yourself! You charged a hundred crystals just to make a single level-5 weapon,” she complained, folding her arms with a pout. Her cheeks puffed out slightly in frustration, like a child sulking over being denied candy.

Bagus scratched the back of his head, laughing awkwardly. “Ahahaha, sorry, Princess Elen… but I was really short on crystals back then, I swear.”

His laugh was lighthearted, but the look on his face showed genuine embarrassment at the memory. Elen simply rolled her eyes and twisted her lips, still annoyed—but not entirely serious. She clearly hadn’t forgotten the little incident—and didn’t seem ready to forgive him just yet.

The conversation soon shifted. Bagus, as if suddenly remembering something, leaned forward slightly.

“By the way, what’s the latest on the pirate investigation, Sister Hana?” he asked abruptly. His tone grew serious, and all heads turned toward Hana and Takulani.

Hana remained calm and composed. The fitted military uniform she wore, complete with a crisp white cap framing her hair, radiated an air of discipline. Her gaze drifted into the distance, as if contemplating something no one else could see.

“The investigation is still ongoing,” she replied curtly, her voice low but firm. “According to his confession, he’s a member of the Cosmos Caravan.”

The room instantly fell silent. The name was unfamiliar yet impactful—suggesting something massive in scale.

Cosmos Caravan. Even just from the name, it was clear this wasn’t some ordinary group—but a colossal organization operating on an intergalactic level.

“This was supported by a bronze badge we found in the pirate leader’s spatial ring,” Hana continued. Her gaze swept across the faces at the table. “But it also implies that their position is still low within the organization’s hierarchy. Hopefully, the higher-ups in the Caravan won’t see this as a serious issue.”

A few core members could only nod slowly, trying to calm their nerves. All of them silently hoped that the Cosmos Caravan wouldn’t decide to escalate the matter.

Suddenly, a soft voice filled with emotion came from Elen’s direction. “I miss Brother Lein…” she murmured, a worried expression on her face.

She lowered her gaze, gently rubbing her teacup without realizing it. The worry she had kept buried in her heart finally surfaced. In her mind, she couldn’t shake the image of the Celestial Sky Realm being destroyed before Lein could return. That fear felt more real with each passing threat.

“Don’t worry, Princess Elen,” Arya responded firmly. He looked at her with conviction, his chest puffed out. “I’ll protect the Celestial Sky Realm… even if it costs me my life!”

His spirit blazed—reflected clearly in his patriotic eyes. His words weren’t just a promise; they were a vow forged deep within his heart.

The conversation flowed on, touching on topics only understood by those who had shared countless battles and deep bonds. From investigations to old funny stories, from gripes to playful teasing, it all wove together into a warm and lively atmosphere.

Nita watched it all from the end of the table, her gaze slowly sweeping across the familiar faces. She smiled gently.

Despite her title as queen, Nita never felt separated from them. Aside from Lein—her dearly beloved brother—the core members around her were her closest family in the Celestial Sky Realm. They weren’t just colleagues or commanders. They were comrades in the struggle, and companions in the silence.

Her heart felt warm. Amid the chaos that constantly threatened their world, moments like this were what made everything truly meaningful.