Faced with Kaido's seemingly provocative tone, Roya responded with complete composure.
From the moment he first truly laid eyes on the Seventh Overlord, Roya already understood: he must adopt an utterly transcendent posture in dealing with the entire pirate world.
To contend with a civilization like the Fearless Dynasty, one must first elevate one's perspective to a galactic stage.
The pirate world was nothing more than one of the countless small worlds scattered throughout the galaxy.
The Fearless Dynasty—and even the Seventh Overlord himself, who governed this sector of space—did not appear to take this world seriously at all. If Roya limited himself to the confines of the pirate world, how could he possibly confront such enemies?
Without a word, Roya rose into the air and seated himself upon the Throne of the Void.
Im trembled violently, the blue particles flickering within his eyes suddenly surging. At his side, the Star Spirit's entire form shone with prismatic brilliance, the two of them unable to conceal their shock.
For they both knew too well what it meant to sit upon that throne.
It was not a symbol of kingship, but rather a dreadful burden and curse.
To sit upon the Throne of the Void was, in a sense, to connect directly with the Pyramid Ship—to engage in direct psychic communion with the Seventh Overlord himself!
"Lord Roya! This is an enormous risk—you are maintaining surveillance of the enemy's position, so that we will not be caught off guard by the enemy's true main force!"
Imu, the Star Spirit, Kuma, and Vegapunk—all four of them, who had deeper knowledge of the throne and its beacon—immediately grasped Roya's intent.
But beyond this reason, Roya's true purpose was to deliver the Seventh Overlord a small counterblow—using the throne's properties to accelerate the refinement of his remaining attribute points!
As Roya had anticipated, the moment he sat upon the Void Throne, he clearly sensed the familiar psychic fluctuations of the Seventh Overlord. This confirmed that the other end of this imitation antenna was indeed connected to the Overlord himself.
Seated within the command throne of his Pyramid Ship, the Seventh Overlord instantly perceived Roya's psychic presence as well.
Already seething with rage, he now grew even more furious.
An endless torrent of psychic energy surged across the tenuous link between the two thrones, crashing down upon Roya without restraint!
Though the tenuousness of the link caused more than ninety percent of the force to dissipate, the Seventh Overlord did not care.
His Pyramid Ship contained over ten billion tons of stored life matter, an almost inexhaustible reservoir to replenish his psychic reserves. Such expenditure was not even a drop in the ocean!
And he knew full well why Roya risked sitting on the Throne: to track the location of the Pyramid Ship.
But if, during this long interstellar voyage, he could entangle and even suppress Roya, then no matter how much psychic energy it cost, it would be worth it a thousandfold!
"Insignificant insect—you have succeeded in drawing my attention! I will utterly subjugate you, and make you my thirty-six thousandth slave knight. You will continue to guard this pitiful world at my command!"
The Seventh Overlord's sinister voice carried through the connection of the two thrones, piercing into Roya's consciousness.
This was not all—he harbored an even more venomous design. For he knew very well that he was still under the watchful gaze of the Four Gods of Chaos.
Under such scrutiny, this psychic communion with Roya might transmit that very attention onto Roya as well!
The Seventh Overlord firmly believed that with Roya's potential, once he entered the vision of the Chaos Gods, he would begin at least as a chosen Champion of Chaos. Passing their trials, he could ascend to a Lord of Chaos, and in time, even be exalted as a Daemon Prince of Chaos itself!
The Chaos Gods might even dispatch other Champions to preside over the sacrifice of this planet—so as to catalyze Roya's apotheosis.
And indeed, in terms of life hierarchy, to ascend to Daemon Princehood would mean that a fragile mortal had profited immeasurably.
Yet the cost to mortals was one almost none would willingly bear.
Eternal life, yes—but forever shackled beneath the shadow of the Chaos Gods, their very soul reduced to a mere plaything!
This was why the Seventh Overlord regarded the attention of the Chaos Gods as a calamity beyond measure. The Fearless Dynasty's unwavering choice of the path of mechanical ascension owed much to the looming threat of the Chaos Gods.
Yet what the Overlord did not know was that Roya, drawing on his prior experience with the Throne of the Void, had long since steeled his heart.
His psyche was honed to a razor's edge, leaving only the faintest thread to remotely track the position of the Pyramid Ship.
Thus, the Overlord's unending psychic onslaught was entirely wasted. Instead, it only served to hasten Roya's refinement of attribute points, to no other effect.
As for the supposed attention of the Chaos Gods—the Overlord was overthinking it. Each of the Four reveled in their own dazzling diversions; none had the time to waste on such trifles.
Indeed, to the Chaos Gods, the undead starfarers of the Fearless Dynasty—save for their leader, the Silent King—were as worthless as refuse, entirely unworthy of notice.
Beneath the Silent King, all their so-called consciousness was no more than the programming of machines. To the Chaos Gods, they had no value.
The only reason they were permitted to range unchecked across the galaxy was because their harvesting of planets for resources happened to serve the interests of the Chaos Gods.
After all, at least four Champions of Chaos had been birthed upon those very resource worlds!
Unaware of any of this, Roya focused wholly on refining the last of his attribute points, stacking them unceasingly upon his psychic sense.
His brief clash with the Seventh Overlord had already taught him one truth: at the galactic battlefield, psychic power would be the primary weapon of offense and defense alike.
Before long, all the remaining attribute points had been refined into psychic sense.
And as if crossing a hidden threshold, Roya felt the system itself complete an upgrade!
The former attributes, tailored only to the pirate world, had now been consolidated into three grand attributes:
Fortitude: 2000 (encompassing vitality, physical strength, martial skill—purely physical offense and defense)
Psionics: 4000 (encompassing all Haki and other mental energies, channeled through psychic sense as magical offense and defense)
Potential: 2000 (latent capacity to be gradually invested into the other two attributes through combat or cultivation)
Simple, yet applicable in nearly every situation.
And under the Seventh Overlord's psychic onslaught, Roya found his Potential was still growing—at the rate of one point per second!
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