Super God Academy: Kabuto

The mottled blue galaxy, Water Ripples. This planet was once one of the most important outposts of the Void Sea Clan on the edge of the known universe. Its surface is covered with perpetual, eerie blue storms, which are not meteorological phenomena, but rather the "breathing" produced by the friction between void energy and the material world. Each surge of the storm releases a signal into deep space that only the Sea Clan can decipher.

But at this moment, the planet Shuilan has been quiet for far too long.

Since the Triangulation broke away from the Void Sea Clan and developed independently, this planet has become a forgotten island. No sea clan fleets visit, no royal envoys descend, only the Triangulation individuals left behind here, waiting day after day on this desolate and cold land—waiting for a summons that may never come.

Until now.

The conference room was located inside a bio-structure in the core region of the planet Waterwave. The walls of this structure were composed of living tissue, covered by a constantly flowing dark blue membrane. Each pulsation released a faint spiritual resonance that only the Triangulation could perceive. It was a technological legacy left by the Void Sea Clan, and the last link between the Triangulation and their mother race.

Lanxing floated above the main seat in the conference room.

His form was distinctly different from the other triangular bodies—not the bulky, deep-sea monster-like combat entities, but a slender, almost ethereal silhouette. His body was a translucent, ghostly blue, with countless fine, hair-like veins of light flowing within, like some kind of incredibly precise biological circuitry. Most striking was his head—three pairs of compound eyes evenly distributed on either side of his skull, now slowly rotating, each reflecting a different image: star maps, data streams, energy ripples, and some deeper information beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

He is the current patriarch of the Triangular Body Clan, and also the last pawn left behind by the Void Sea Clan in this universe.

The conference room door—if that writhing biofilm could be called a door—silently cracked open. Lan and Lancang walked in from outside.

Lan's gait was light and elegant. His body possessed a translucent quality similar to Lan Xing's, but it was more solid and closer to a physical entity. His three pairs of compound eyes lacked the constantly shifting data light of Lan Xing's eyes, instead displaying a deep, almost solidified dark blue. He was the strategist of the Triangle Matrix and Lan Xing's most trusted deputy—at least on the surface.

Lan Cang, on the other hand, was entirely different. His body was massive and heavy, covered in dark blue-black scales, each scale swirling with intricate energy patterns. His three pairs of compound eyes were a murky orange-yellow, like phosphorescence in the deep sea, exuding a savage and direct fighting spirit. He was the combat commander of the Triangle, and the only one of the three who had ever directly confronted the known universe—though that confrontation ended with him being pierced through the core by Tsukasa Kadoya's sword.

"Why are you here?"

Lan Xing spoke. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a strange penetrating power, resonating directly deep within Lan and Lan Cang's consciousness. It was a unique form of spiritual communication among the Void Sea Clan, requiring neither vocal cords nor air, only the resonance of will.

Lan Cang took a step forward, his massive body casting a shadow on the ground. His compound eyes flickered, a hint of urgency shining through their murky orange-yellow light.

"Clan leader, what did the royal family say? What should we do?"

His voice was deep and resonant, like the undercurrents of the deep sea. Ever since being severely injured by Tsukasa Kadoya in Frazier, Lancang's temperament had become more impatient, and he was even more eager to prove his worth through action. That defeat was like a thorn stuck in his heart, preventing him from finding peace.

Lan Xing did not answer immediately. One of his compound eyes turned slightly, landing on Lan Cang, as if scrutinizing something. That gaze was devoid of any emotion, yet it sent an instinctive shiver down Lan Cang's spine—a deep-seated awe of a higher being.

"I'm still waiting for news from over there," Lan Xing finally spoke, her voice still calm as still water. "No rush."

Not urgent?

Lancang's compound eyes flickered, as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately held back. He didn't understand. The void rift had already opened, the main force of the royal family was pouring in, and the entire known universe was preparing for the impending war—yet their patriarch said, "No rush?"

But he didn't press further. In the triangular hierarchy, the patriarch's will is the highest law. To question the patriarch is to question the order itself.

However, there were others who couldn't resist even more than him.

Lan stepped forward. His movements remained elegant, but something flickered slightly in his dark blue compound eyes.

"Chieftain." His voice was low and cautious, each word carefully chosen. "Wouldn't this be inappropriate? After all... we've been separated from the Void Sea Clan for far too long. We don't yet know how the royal family views us."

His words were euphemistic, but the meaning was clear: the Triangular Bodies were the abandoned children of the Void Sea Clan. Forsaken in this universe for tens of thousands of years, they survived alone, evolved alone, and faced the civilizations of the known universe alone. Now that their mother race has returned, how will they view these "lost brethren"? Will they accept them, exploit them, or... purge them?

Lanxing's compound eyes stopped rotating.

The three pairs of compound eyes focused on Lan at the same time, and the dark blue light suddenly became deep and sharp, like six invisible blades, piercing straight into the depths of Lan's consciousness.

"I have my own plans."

Lanxing's voice remained calm, but beneath that calm, something was slowly surging—like an undercurrent beneath the ice, unseen yet deadly.

"You may leave."

This is not a discussion, it is an order.

Lan Cang instinctively took a step back. He could feel the invisible pressure in the air rising, a mental pressure from a high-level triangular entity, enough to make a low-level individual instantly lose consciousness. Even someone as powerful as him felt an overwhelming dizziness.

But Lan did not back down.

He stood there, his dark blue compound eyes staring directly at Lanxing, his gaze filled with hesitation, struggle, and a hint of... resentment.

"Chieftain..." he spoke again, his voice even lower than before, "We—"

Are you questioning me?

Lan Xing's voice suddenly turned cold. It wasn't anger, but a more terrifying, icy chill, like absolute zero. His three pairs of compound eyes began to spin simultaneously, the speed of the spin increasing rapidly until it transformed into six eerie blue halos, enveloping the entire conference room in a strange light.

Lan's body stiffened slightly.

He could feel Lanxing's mental power crushing down on him, the power like the pressure of deep sea water, squeezing his consciousness from all sides, trying to invade the core of his mind, searching for his memories, his thoughts, his... fears.

This is the Void Sea Clan's oldest and most brutal method of rule—spiritual suppression. It's not about destroying with force, but about crushing with will, forcing the rebels to submit from the depths of their souls.

Lan lowered her head.

"I wouldn't dare."

His voice was very soft, as soft as a feather falling on the water.

The six pale blue halos slowly stopped rotating, transforming back into three pairs of calm compound eyes. The pressure in the conference room suddenly dissipated, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.

"Go." Lanxing's voice returned to calm, even carrying a hint of gentleness. "I will inform you when news from the royal family arrives."

Lan didn't say anything more. He turned around and walked towards the door. Lan Cang was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed.

The two figures disappeared into the gaps in the biofilm.

Silence fell over the conference room once more. Lanxing hovered above the main seat, its three pairs of compound eyes slowly rotating, resuming their reception of the information streams from the depths of the void.

Outside.

Lan and Lancang walked side by side down the dark blue corridor. The walls of the corridor continued to pulsate slowly, emitting a faint, heartbeat-like light. That light reflected on Lan's face, making his expression appear to flicker between light and shadow.

"The clan leader has changed," Lan suddenly said, her voice very soft.

Lan Cang was taken aback, his massive body pausing slightly: "What's changed? Isn't it pretty much the same as before? Still acting all mysterious."

Lan glanced at Lancang. This honest and simple combat commander only ever knew how to charge into battle, never seeing the undercurrents hidden beneath the calm surface.

"Never mind," Lan shook her head. "Let's go."

He quickened his pace, leaving Lancang behind. Something flickered slightly in those dark blue compound eyes—not data, not information, but some more complex emotion that even he himself could not fully comprehend.

Lan Cang stood there, watching Lan's departing figure, a hint of confusion flashing in his cloudy compound eyes. He didn't understand what Lan was saying, nor did he understand what had changed about the clan leader. He only knew that war was coming, and the Triangle Group had to make a choice.

Little did he know, this choice might no longer be in their hands.

In the conference room, Lanxing hovered above the main seat, its three pairs of compound eyes slowly rotating, refocusing on the star map before it. This star map was unlike any other—it wasn't composed of points of light, but rather woven from countless fine, hair-like threads of consciousness. Each thread connected to the consciousness of a triangular entity, from the most powerful combat units to the smallest reconnaissance spores, all occupying a node within this vast network.

This is the last legacy left by the Void Sea Clan, and also Lan Xing's greatest trump card—the Mental Resonance Network. Through this network, he can simultaneously perceive the position, state, and even thought fluctuations of every triangle. No one can hide any secret from him.

At this moment, his attention is focused on a particular node in the network.

Lan.

"We need to increase the dosage."

Lan Xing murmured to himself, his voice echoing in the empty conference room, carrying a hint of cold resolve. His three pairs of compound eyes stopped rotating, and all six eyes focused simultaneously on the node representing "Lan" on the star chart, where something was slowly burning within the dark blue light.

Lan must be brought under control.

It wasn't because he would rebel, but because... he knew too much.

Lan Xing knew very well that Lan had always been suspicious. He suspected the royal family's intentions, the Triangle's situation, and every decision he made as the clan leader. Those suspicions were like seeds buried deep in Lan's consciousness, and if they weren't eradicated in time, they would one day take root, sprout, and grow into a towering tree capable of overturning everything.

But he cannot let that day come.

The plan cannot be changed.

"Yes."

From the darkness, a voice rang out. The voice had no source, no direction, as if it had appeared directly from the void. It was Lan Xing's "Shadow"—an existence that had never revealed itself to anyone, an absolutely loyal assassin who belonged only to him.

"Increase the frequency of the mental resonance." Lan Xing's voice was as cold as frost. "We don't need to completely control him, we just need to... make him forget what he should suspect."

"clear."

The sound vanished, just as silently as it had arrived.

Lan Xing turned her gaze back to the star map. In that enormous network woven from countless threads of spirit, the node representing "Lan" was flickering slightly, the rhythm of which perfectly matched the fading footsteps in the corridor.

Outside the window, the eerie blue storm of Watery Star continued its relentless roar. The sound of the storm penetrated the building's walls, entered the conference room, and reached Watery Star's senses, like an ancient, desolate, and mournful elegy.

And deep within that storm, in the oldest, forgotten corner of that planet, something is slowly awakening.

It was not a triangle, not a void sea creature, not even any known existence.

That was the final secret, sealed away here for tens of thousands of years, concerning the first war between the void and the known universe...

Lanxing sensed its pulse.

His compound eyes began to spin again, the speed of which increased until they eventually transformed into six blurry halos.

"It'll be soon," he whispered, his voice carrying an almost devout anticipation that even he himself couldn't comprehend. "Everything will be soon."

The storm is still howling.

And amidst that roar, the fate of the triangular prism is being slowly written.