The Wanderers' Library feels alive around me.
Endless shelves stretch outward, stacked with grimoires bound in dragonhide, tablets etched with the names of dead gods, and scrolls that hum faintly with sealed power. This time, there is no division, no rival claimants, no fractured control. Every tome, every cursed manuscript, every forbidden ritual belongs to the Foundation. Belongs to me and mine.
I sit at a long obsidian table, arcane circles rotating slowly beneath my hands as I study elemental magic. Lightning first—raw, violent, obedient when handled correctly. Fire next, refined into annihilation rather than spectacle. Ice, earth, void. Destruction balanced carefully with defense: layered barriers, adaptive wards, reactive counter-spells. Magic that does not merely survive an attack, but learns from it.
With my talent, the knowledge comes frighteningly fast.
A projection flickers to life beside me—Julius. Calm, analytical, as always. World War One has already ignited across the globe. Trenches. Artillery. Millions marching toward death.
War is chaos.
Chaos is opportunity.
We discuss it at length. Resources. Influence. The shaping of history from the shadows. Wartime allows movements that would otherwise be impossible—facilities built unnoticed, populations displaced without questions, technologies tested under the cover of desperation. By the time the war ends, the world will not resemble what it was before. And that suits me perfectly.
Then the system interrupts.
A new entry appears in the system store.
Imperial Technology — Complete Knowledge Package (Star Wars Universe)
For a fraction of a second, I hesitate.
Then I purchase it.
Instantly, agony explodes through my skull.
It feels as if molten iron is being poured directly into my brain—schematics, formulas, manufacturing processes, energy systems, weapons physics, hyperdrive theory, shield harmonics. I grit my teeth and force myself to remain conscious as an impossible amount of information floods my mind.
Star Destroyers.Imperial Light Cruisers.Lambda-class T-4a Shuttles.Sentinel-class Landing Craft.Imperial Interdictors.Resurgent-class Star Destroyers.Mandator IV-class Siege Dreadnoughts.Gozanti-class Cruisers.
Ground assets unfold next:
AT-AT Walkers.AT-ST Walkers.UA-TT Transports.AT-M6 Walkers.
Starfighters follow in overwhelming detail:
TIE Fighters.TIE Interceptors.TIE Bombers.TIE Defenders—shielded, heavily armed, efficient. Perfect for mass production.TIE Advanced.TIE Advanced v1.TIE Reapers.TIE/SA Bombers.
Weapons systems layer over one another:
E-11 Blaster Rifles.DC-15A Blaster Rifles.DC-15S Carbines.Imperial Sentry Droids.Viper Probe Droids.
And then—
The Death Star.
The knowledge of how to construct a planet-killing superweapon settles into my mind as if it belongs there.
By the time the pain fades, my system points have collapsed from hundreds of thousands to 800.
Worth it.
I spend hours—then days—writing everything down. Blueprints. Manufacturing chains. Resource requirements. Energy equations. Entire databanks worth of information translated into physical and digital form. Massive imperial vessels reduced to precise, buildable steps.
These files are transmitted directly to O5-13 — The Collector, head of the scientific division.
The response is immediate.
Awe. Interest. Agreement.
Earth is vulnerable. Too many alien empires exist. Too many cosmic threats loom just beyond the atmosphere. A planetary defense fleet is no longer optional—it is necessary.
Communication continues for days. Refinements. Feasibility. Adaptation to Earth-based industry and vibranium integration. Eventually, a short O5 Council meeting is convened.
The vote is unanimous.
The Foundation will develop imperial technology.
Not for conquest—yet—but for defense. For deterrence. For dominance of the sky, space, and everything beyond it.
As the meeting concludes, I lean back in my chair within the Wanderers' Library, arcane symbols still rotating beneath my hands, starship schematics hovering in layered holograms above the table.
Magic in one hand.Imperial firepower in the other.
Earth will never be helpless again.
And this is only the beginning.