Reborn With A Technology System In A Fantasy World-Chapter 296: Sparkborn Influence

The transition into a galactic superpower did not happen overnight, but looking back, it felt like the blink of an eye.

Within mere months, five of them had climbed the ranks of to reach the Diamond League. This paved the way for them to be promoted out of the Slums, after the goddess helped a bit.

Even better was that the other races of the Slums joined them. Being left behind meant them missing out on all they provided, while being a Sparkborn meant protection, purpose, and profit so it was a choice none could refuse.

They flocked to the banner of the blue flame, providing the fledgling empire with a fiercely loyal workforce.

However, as they stepped onto the grand scale of the galaxy, the first true enemy the Sparkborn faced wasn’t the Arbiters or the Void; it was bureaucracy.

The Galactic Concordat was a beast of paperwork, licenses, trade tariffs, and zoning laws designed specifically to filter out the unworthy. It was a glass ceiling made of red tape, meant to keep the Highborns high and the lowborns in the dirt.

But the Sparkborn had a key to the back door.

The Goddess, now known to them as Lady Lunu, was a reclusive Highborn diploma. With her divine charisma and a few well-placed "miracles" of influence, she bypassed centuries of legislative gridlock.

She obtained the holy grail of commerce: a Class-A Trade License for a newly registered entity known as Sparkborn Industries.

Their products took the market like a storm.

They released rovers that could traverse molten rock, transporters, atmospheric coolers that ran on nothing, and personal defense weapons that never jammed. These were things people loved but didn’t realize they needed until they held them.

But the product that stood out the most; the one that would become the cornerstone of their empire was not a shield or a weapon. It was a battery.

The Sparkborn Universal Cell.

It was based on one of the newer blueprints Adrian had left with them. Unlike standard mana-stones which were volatile and expensive, the Universal Cell used a matrix of magic crystals to convert energy into stable mana. It stored it, refined it, and transmitted it with zero loss.

It was a revolution. It meant that a non-mage could power a mage-class device. It democratized magic, opening the market to billions who had previously been excluded.

They didn’t sell it in the Heartland just yet. They went to the Outer Rim; to the miners, the moisture farmers, and the scavengers who lived on the edge of survival.

"It works on ambient entropy?" a rugged freighter captain asked Charles at a dusty outpost in the Zygnus Belt. He turned the small black cube over in his grease-stained hands. "You’re telling me this little box pulls energy from waste heat?"

"It never runs out, Captain," Charles said with a salesman’s smile, tapping the sleek black surface. "And it never breaks. Twenty credits."

The Captain blinked. A standard Concordat core cost five hundred. "Twenty?"

"Twenty."

"I’ll take fifty."

That was the spark.

With time, the Sparkborn Tower had now dominated the skyline of the Transit Hub’s commercial district. It was a spire of black metal and blue glass that pierced the industrial smog, a stark, sleek contrast to the grey decay of the Slums below where they had started.

Inside the boardroom on the 100th floor, the mood was electric.

"Quarterly reports are in," Charles said, walking the length of the room.

He had changed over the decades. He had dyed his white hair white like Adrian’s, and he wore it in a voluminous, chaotic style that gave him the look of a manic genius. He was, after all, the brain behind the logistics.

He projected a holographic map of the galaxy. It was covered in billions of glowing blue dots.

"We have achieved 67% market saturation in the Outer Rim," Charles announced, his voice vibrating with pride. "The Universal Cell is now the standard power source for civilian transport, especially our own transport variants. We are finally moving into infrastructure."

Nyra sat at the head of the table.

She had changed, too. The standard, ragged clothes of the Slums were a distant memory, replaced by a tailored suit of midnight-blue silk woven with defensive enchantments worth more than a planet. Her hair was pulled back behind her pointed ears in an elegant style that accentuated her sharp features. She looked every inch the "Iron Queen" the galactic media had dubbed her.

"The Core Worlds are taking notice," Nyra said, her finger tapping a rhythm on the obsidian table. "The Production Guilds are trying to copy our designs. They are losing their monopoly, and they are angry."

"Let them try," Damien grunted from the end of the table.

The Dwarf looked even healthier and stronger than he had fifty years ago, his cultivation having progressed significantly alongside the growth of the company. His beard was neatly braided, held by rings of blue steel.

"We’ve heard news of death from the self-destruct mechanisms," Damien said with a dark chuckle. "If they don’t learn, it’s on them. Our tech does not yield to thieves."

Down in the training yards, the military arm of the company was in full swing.

Karl was no longer just a boy who liked to fight. He was General Karl, a mountain of muscle and scars clad in custom power armor forged by Damien.

He led the "Sparkborn Private Security Forces," a mercenary army that was better equipped than most planetary governments. They protected Sparkborn trade routes across three sectors, ensuring that no pirate dared to look at a blue-flagged ship.

He still held on to Lark. The spear was now fully sentient, its spirit matured, but Karl kept its true nature hidden from the Galactic Powers, disguising it as high-tier magi-tech.

"The pirates in Sector 9 think our convoys are easy prey!" Karl grinned, his voice booming over a legion of disciplined recruits. "Show them why the Sparkborn don’t need the police!"

A roar went up from the soldiers, a sound that shook the foundations of the training hall. This was the scale the Sparkborns were moving at.

They were making themselves known little by little, infiltrating the galaxy’s bloodstream.

With the help of Lady Lunu, they had even approached areas the Concordat didn’t have much influence in, further increasing their reach and tightening their grip on the galactic economy.

***

On a certain day, Nyra stood on the balcony of the Tower’s penthouse. The view was breathtaking. The Transit Hub had transformed from a dingy station into a gleaming metropolis, fueled largely by the wealth and technology her family had generated.

She looked at her reflection in the glass. She looked more mature, the naivety of youth replaced by the poise of a ruler, but she looked nothing like someone who had seen fifty years go by. If anything, she looked better and stronger.

"I can’t believe all this time has passed," she said lightly to herself.

Despite all the progress, despite the trillions of credits and the armies at her command, she didn’t really feel fulfilled.

Adrian was still absent. They didn’t know how close or far they were to setting Adrian free. The uncertainty was a heavy weight that even success couldn’t lift.

"It is done," Charles interrupted her monologue, walking up behind her. "The Council just ratified the Technological Partnership Act. Sparkborn Industries is now a Minor Partner to the Concordat!"

Nyra turned, a genuine smile touching her lips. "We’re getting there."

Being a Minor Partner meant they had official protection. It meant they had a voice, however small, in the legislation of the galaxy. It was the first step toward the inner circle, toward the influence Adrian had told them to build.

She was about to say something else when her wrist beeped sharply.

She looked down. The interface on her Band flashed with a priority signal. It was Lunu.

Nyra tapped the band. "Lunu. We just heard the news about the Partnership. It’s—"

"Nyra, stay alert," Lunu’s voice cut through urgently. "Something urgent is happening. The High Council is convening for an emergency session. This hasn’t happened in decades so it must be really important. I’ll keep tabs with you when I attend."