Interstellar Beast World: All My Husbands Are Powerful and Rich!-Chapter 113: No purpose

The ground-level complex ceased to exist within the span of a single breath.

What had once been layered stone, reinforced alloy, and ceremonial architecture imploded inward with a deafening roar. Walls buckled. Pillars snapped. Entire sections folded into themselves as if crushed by an invisible fist, collapsing until nothing remained but smoking rubble and jagged, fractured earth.

Shockwaves tore outward across the plains, shattering nearby structures and sending slabs of debris skidding and tumbling in every direction.

Ethan Gabriel and Matt Slade did not slow.

They advanced like twin calamities given form, their movements relentless and precise, clearing a brutal path forward for Rory. Wherever they passed, the land was left scorched, frozen, or pulverized beyond recognition. There was no resistance—only obliteration, swift and absolute.

Rory’s Gravicar hovered at a measured distance behind them, steady and silent against the violent upheaval below. From her seat, she watched the devastation unfold through a live surveillance feed projected by Nix, the images flickering sharply across the display.

The screen was chaos incarnate.

Violet Obsidian Clan therians scattered in every direction—some screaming as they fled, others shifting forms mid-run in desperate panic. Rank meant nothing now. Discipline disintegrated instantly. Pride evaporated as survival took precedence, and more than a few abandoned all dignity as they ran.

Rory had been explicit in her orders.

Destroy infrastructure.Break morale.Do not slaughter.

The survivors would be rounded up soon enough, drafted to the outer battlefield as expendable labor against the Chitinids. Killing them here would serve no purpose—only waste potential resources.

This wasn’t a massacre.

It was a dismantling.

Across the feed, one serpent after another emerged—sleek, massive bodies slithering frantically toward the clan’s inner compound. The sheer number of ophidian forms made Rory’s skin prickle uneasily.

Then—

A sharp, unnatural hiss sliced through the chaos.

A colossal serpent surged skyward, its immense body easily stretching beyond three hundred feet as it tore free of the ground. Violent arcs of lightning crawled across its scales, crackling and snapping in white-blue flashes that illuminated its twisted features in harsh, strobing light.

The aura rolling off the creature was suffocating—dense, oppressive, crushing against the senses like a physical weight.

Jasper’s expression hardened the instant it appeared, his jaw tightening.

"Xavier," he said tightly, gritting his teeth. "Why is he here?"

Rory didn’t recognize the name, but she felt the enormous pressure even through the Gravicar’s reinforced shields, her breath catching despite herself.

"That thing..." she said slowly. "It’s Rank Ten, isn’t it?"

Yuel’s voice cut in, cool and edged with contempt. "An artificially accelerated Rank Ten," he corrected. "The same type as the one we encountered at the Interstellar Hunter Alliance."

He let out a quiet, humorless laugh.

"I should have known," Yuel continued. "The Violet Obsidians were never content with failure. When they couldn’t reclaim their former glory, they turned their cruelty inward."

On the screen, Xavier’s movements were chaotic and uneven—his gaze unfocused, his posture unstable, as though his own body no longer fully obeyed him. Lightning flared wildly as he hurled himself toward Matt Slade with reckless, near-suicidal force, power tearing at him from the inside even as he charged.

There was no strategy. No caution. Only madness.

"There’s something wrong with him," Rory murmured.

The moment Xavier struck, Matt answered with a single, contemptuous swipe.

The impact detonated.

A thunderous boom echoed across the battlefield as Xavier’s body was smashed into the ground, carving a vast crater and sending shockwaves rippling outward.

Yuel didn’t even flinch.

"His mental power has already collapsed," he said calmly. "He’s on the verge of self-destruction."

Jasper’s jaw clenched.

"He’s a failed experiment. I saw Xavier two months ago on Duskora. He was only Rank 7 then."

Nix’s expression tightened.

"They forced a Rank 7 to ascend to Rank 10?" His voice sharpened. "The clan leaders have truly lost their sanity."

Rory frowned, struggling to piece it together.

"What does artificially accelerated actually mean?"

Yuel stepped closer, gently nudging Burnt Dumpling aside before crouching next to her. His tone softened—not patronizing, but deliberate.

"It began with the Chitinids," he explained. "They discovered a way to forcibly trigger evolution on the outer battlefield. When therians learned of it, some tried to replicate the process out of desperation."

He paused, eyes dark.

"It allows rapid rank ascension—but the backlash is catastrophic. Most subjects can’t withstand it. Their mental power collapses, and they detonate on the spot."

"And the survivors?" Rory asked quietly.

"They’re broken," Yuel replied. "They can never advance again. The strength they gain is unstable—borrowed, not earned. Against a true Rank 10, they’re crushed instantly."

Nix nodded grimly.

"The method spread briefly through the Empire. Then entire clans were erased because of it. The cost was too high."

Yuel’s lips curled faintly.

"The Astrium Empire intervened. Clans experimenting on others were wiped out without mercy. After that, no one dared."

He looked back at the screen.

"So they adapted. When they couldn’t use outsiders... they turned on their own."

Rory felt a chill creep down her spine.

Jasper stared at the smoking crater where Xavier had ceased to exist.

"The Violet Obsidians never stopped," he said bitterly. "Their fertility made them reckless. They always believed they had bodies to spare."

He didn’t tell Rory that he had fled the clan because he’d nearly become one of their test subjects.

Yuel let out a soft, cold chuckle and pointed at the display.

"And who said there were only two?"

More figures were emerging—massive shapes writhing out of the compound, lightning and unstable energy flaring erratically around them.

Rory’s stomach twisted.

"What a waste," Yuel added almost casually. "If their mental powers hadn’t collapsed, they could’ve been deployed to the battlefield instead."

Beside him, Burnt Dumpling bobbed his head in solemn agreement.

Even weakened artificial Rank 10s, when detonating, could annihilate entire swarms of Rank 7 and Rank 8 Chitinids.

Dying here—consumed by madness and greed—served no purpose at all.

It was destruction without meaning.

And that, more than anything, disgusted Rory.