After Sophia calmed down, she continued to experience the ability of her new body, but she regretted that there was no new ability other than those abilities. it might be that other abilities are too well-hidden and have yet to be discovered.
I groaned, and it stretched out my fingers again, pointing to Sophia's forehead.
A large amount of void power was transferred into Sophia's body. It was somewhat different from the void power in reality. In this gray space, the void power seemed even purer.
In the real world, if I instill a large amount of void power into a creature already deeply immersed in the essence of the void, it will usually mutate into a descendant of the Void Dragon.
So, in this gray space?
Under the focused intensity of my draconic gaze, something subtle began to shift within Sophia. Her once-serene expression shimmered with the faintest flicker of change—light, then shadow, then light again—until her lips parted in a silent gasp. A slow, deliberate tremor coursed through her tall, graceful frame. Along the line of her spine, just beneath her skin, a faint swelling emerged.
The bulge grew steadily, pulsing as if stirred by an unseen force. It pushed upward, stretching the flesh beneath her back like a butterfly struggling in its cocoon. The swelling split open with a soft, wet crack, giving way to the birth of a pair of gray-white appendages—small at first, feathered like whispers of smoke.
I narrowed my massive, ancient eyes and channeled more void energy into her. The wings, bathed in this raw, chaotic power, began to grow. Slowly at first, then faster. The feathers thickened and shimmered, each one laced with a soft silver sheen, as if dipped in moonlight.
Two meters. Four meters. Eight meters. The wings surged to a full span of twelve meters, arching high into the void with celestial grandeur. Each beat of growth stirred the air like a divine wind.
Sophia, now standing tall at over four meters in height, looked like a being pulled straight from a divine myth. Her body glowed with residual void essence, illuminating her flawless skin in a cold, unearthly light. The wings—wide and powerful—swept open with majestic grace, resembling an angel's, yet exuding an eerie emptiness that set her apart from heaven's chosen.
"An angel…?" I murmured, pausing the void energy as the transformation settled.
It was true that angels existed across the star realms—creations of the High Gods, born in the celestial realms, sent down as radiant weapons of faith. They radiated sanctity, carried divine law, and inspired awe. Sophia bore their shape, but not their soul. Her aura was not one of mercy or judgment—it was hollow, haunting… divine and damned all at once.
I tilted my head, wondering—if such a transformation occurred here in the void space, would it manifest in the real world as well?
Curious, I extended a thread of void-sight to peer into the real world, into Castle Black Palace.
There, within the vast hall, stood Sophia—still, silent.
A group of newly appointed maids stood in front of her. One dropped the silver tray she was holding, the clatter echoing through the chamber like a warning bell. Their wide eyes reflected confusion, fear, and disbelief as they gazed at Sophia.
"W-What is that?" one of the girls whispered, trembling.
"Should we call someone?" another asked, her voice shaking.
Before anyone could move, it happened.
With a sound like silk tearing under strain, Sophia's garments split down her back. The once-elegant uniform ripped open with an audible snap, unable to withstand the sudden eruption from beneath. Fabric fluttered to the floor in strips, exposing her pale, perfect skin—smooth as marble and glowing faintly in the torchlight.
As the wings continued their rise, the rest of her attire began to fail. The front of her outfit burst apart, unable to contain her now great generous huge breasts. Her full, round breasts bounced free from the tattered remains of her robes, their soft radiance mesmerizing. The maids gasped—some shielding their eyes in shock, others staring frozen, enchanted by the raw beauty and terrifying power now standing before them.
The gray-white wings beat once, then settled, casting long shadows over the room like a cathedral ceiling. A soft, unnatural wind rippled through the chamber, lifting dust and loose threads into the air.
Sophia's eyes—still empty, vacant of thought or emotion—gazed ahead, glowing faintly with void light. Not a trace of embarrassment or recognition stirred within her. Her presence felt not human, not divine—but something in between. Like an abandoned angel, a forgotten weapon of the void, beautiful and terrifying.
The maids stood still, caught between reverence and dread. One girl fell to her knees, whispering a prayer to the great dragon lord. Another reached for the door, only to find her hand frozen in hesitation.
None dared move closer.
They had witnessed something far beyond mortal comprehension.
In the gray space, I took back the outlook. Facts have proved that changes in the gray space can also be brought into the real world.
But now, I also need to understand why Sophia did not become a void descendant, but became an 'Angel'.
"Is this related to my thoughts?" I muttered.
I had instinctively resisted the idea of turning Sophia into a standard descendant of the void, even though that would align with my aesthetic. I didn't want to turn her into another Void Dragon—especially not my beautiful maid.
Therefore, the thought I had at the time seemed to be—let Sophia grow wings.
This way, she would gain the ability to fly. For Sophia, who was not of a legendary rank and previously unable to fly, this transformation would drastically enhance her mobility, this undoubtedly greatly increases her flexibility.
In order to verify whether this transformation has changed with my ideas, I once again brought in a dragon guard who deeply used the power of the void.
To verify whether this transformation was influenced by my thoughts, I summoned a dragon guard who had deeply tapped into the void's power.
"Transform into a tiger."
The thought surged through my mind, and the dragon's towering form began to shift.
His spine arched sharply as bones cracked and reshaped. The black scales along his body rippled, then peeled away like smoke, revealing coarse, gray fur sprouting in their place. His limbs thickened, muscles bulging as claws shortened and reformed into the massive paws of a predator.
His snout shrank, jaw reshaping with a crunch as sharp feline fangs replaced his dragon teeth. His eyes narrowed into golden slits, glowing with fierce, untamed energy.
In mere moments, the transformation completed—a massive gray tiger stood where the dragonborn guard once had, over three meters long, radiating raw power with every breath.
Its fur shimmered faintly with a silvery sheen, and its presence sent a chill down the spine.
A beast of strength, speed, and primal grace.
"Just as I expected," I said.
In the real world, the dragon guard's actual body suddenly transformed into a gray tiger, which startled the fellow dragon guard stationed at the gate. He raised the alarm and called for reinforcements.
Next, I used this ability and drew more than a dozen other dependents into the gray space, transforming them into various organisms.
True dragons, pythons, tigers, angels—all gray.
After several trials, I summarized my findings.
"Compared to the Void Descendants transformed by void power in reality, the gray creatures transformed within the gray space are somewhat inferior."
Gray creatures cannot inherit my talents, while dragon-shaped Void Descendants can randomly inherit one of my abilities.
Although these gray-white creatures possess more void power within their bodies—enough to use in attacks— their overall strength enhancement is still inferior to the Void Descendants endowed with one of my abilities.
This revelation alone unleashed a storm of inspiration within me. My mind, fueled by both imagination and meta-knowledge, ignited with possibility. Concepts surged like tidal waves—one after another, each more audacious than the last. But amidst the flood of ideas, one stood out with brilliant clarity, eclipsing all the rest.
"What if… If my dependents are first transformed into Void Descendants in the real world—tempered by the raw energy of the void—and then brought into the gray space for a second metamorphosis… could I forge something greater?"
The thought hit me like a bolt of divine insight.
"Could I create hybrids—Gray-Void beings—infused with dual-layered void essence and etched with one of my own signature abilities?"
The implications were staggering. A new path was forming.
I suddenly had a few thoughts.
Just do what comes to mind.
There are now several high-end void descendants in the black nest, and I pulled their souls into the gray space.
The void forces instilling gray space entered the bodies of these void descendants.
Soon, in the real world, three advanced Void Descendants had their dark dragon bodies transformed into gray dragon forms—emanating a cold, void-like aura.
The results confirmed that after being mutated by void power in the real world, a second transformation in gray-space using void power here was indeed possible.
Facts have proved that after the power of the void in reality is alienated, it can indeed be alienated a second time using the power of the void in gray-white space.
"So, can I transform a dragon-shaped descendant of the void into a humanoid angel?" This question suddenly entered my mind.
Following the thread of my thoughts, the gray-white dragon—my projection in the gray space—continued to channel the essence of the void into the three dragon-shaped Void Descendants. The flow of power pulsed steadily, like a divine breath reshaping reality within this strange dimension.
Before my eyes, the transformation began.
Their massive, serpentine backs slowly arched and straightened, vertebrae cracking and shifting as their postures turned upright. Thick limbs and clawed talons warped into more refined shapes—arms and legs, complete with fingers and toes, still wrapped in layers of dense, void-forged muscle. Their massive wings, once leathery and draconic, began to molt. Flesh peeled back, revealing brilliant rows of feathers forming with ghostly radiance—each plume glowing faintly with voidlight as their wings evolved from brutal instruments of flight to celestial extensions of will.
By the end, three towering figures stood before me—over three meters tall, their humanoid forms sculpted like divine statues. They retained the majesty of their draconic origins, yet now bore the sacred visage of angels, cloaked in silence and power.
The transformation was both mesmerizing and bizarre—an impossible shift from ten-meter-long dragons to three-meter-tall humanoid angels. It defied logic. Volume had vanished. Mass had been rewritten. The principles of physics bent at the knee to the authority of the void.
And yet, I did not question it.
After all, this was not the first time I had witnessed such an anomaly. When I originally forged the first generation of Void Descendants in the real world, I had already observed this strange reversal—where towering, three-meter-tall beings would expand into dragon-like forms more than ten meters long, as if size itself were merely a suggestion.
Back then, the revelation had stunned me.
Now? I simply accepted it as truth—a truth of the void.
After countless rounds of experimentation and observation, I finally came to a singular conclusion:
This was not an illusion. This was not a trick.
It was an ability—an inherent law—etched into the very fabric of my Void Descendants. A power that defied dimensions. One I could wield and refine.
And it was mine.
First, I can draw the souls of dependents from the real world into the gray space and link them to their gray forms here.
Secondly, I discovered a monumental truth: by channeling the power of the void into the gray-white dependents—those who possess souls—within the gray space, I could directly reshape their bodies in the real world. Their physical forms would morph to mirror the transformations they underwent here in the void, allowing them to manifest and wield the power I had infused into them.
This transformation transcended all natural boundaries.
There was no restriction on the shape they could assume. Whether beast or plant, dragon or angel, or hybrid abomination—all forms were attainable. The void bowed to imagination, and through it, I could sculpt my dependents into living weapons, each tailored for battle, endurance, or dominance.
However, such transformation came with an immutable law: while the new forms granted the dependents enhanced physical prowess—limb structure, wingspan, muscle mass, speed, resilience, and raw might—they did not inherit the innate magical powers, racial talents, or spell-like abilities of the race they now resembled.
In essence, the void granted form, not legacy.
For example, if you are transformed into a gray angel, because it has wings in its form, your dependents can fly, but they cannot possess the abilities of the angel race.
The same goes for dragons; they will have their scale defense, great strength, and huge size, but they lack the dragon breath and dragon's might, which is the basic package that even dragon beasts possess.
Or trolls, they could have giant bodies and strength, but not the regeneration of trolls, so it's better to just create a giant.
This also means that even if the appearance is changed for a creature, it will still have its racial ability. For example, if I transform a troll into a human, it will still have its crazy regeneration, just without the strength and huge body.
In short, the transformation caused by void power in the gray and white space, aside from granting void power, is purely a transformation of physical appearance and does not involve racial bloodline abilities.
Their bodies could be molded into angelic frames, serpentine dragons, or towering beasts—but they would not receive divine blessings, draconic breath, or racial spellcraft unless granted separately through my other abilities. They remained vessels—powerful and obedient—born of my will, shaped by the void, and bound to my command.
Third, the amount of void power in the gray-white space is immense—far greater than the void power I can utilize in the real world.
This is what I value most.
Previously, in the real world, although I could transform my dependents into powerful descendants of the void, I was limited by the amount of void power and its recovery rate, so I couldn't use this ability indefinitely.
In one year, I used the void power to transform dozens of master-level void descendants, which was already nearing the limit of my capabilities.
Moreover, at the beginning, the highest strength of the alienated dependents was the master level. Legendary dependents could not be alienated.
However, at this point, as the number of my feasts increased, the void power in my body also increased. Now, it may be possible to attempt to alienate dependents at the first level of legend.
Therefore, this ability also grants me some powerful and loyal followers. The alienated dependents will be completely loyal to their master—me.
However, after accidentally entering the gray-white space and merging with the gray-white dragon, the void power I can use within this space becomes vast compared to what I possess in the real world.
"This ability... it grants me the power to forge a vast and boundless gray-and-white army—an army unrestricted by shape or origin," I murmured, my eyes gleaming with a dangerous light.
My imagination surged like a wild beast finally unleashed. Limitless possibilities flooded my mind—dragons with angelic wings, beastmen encased in stone flesh, sentient trees clad in armor, even constructs of light and shadow fused into perfect symmetry. No form was too unnatural, no idea too blasphemous.
And more than just creation, this ability gave purpose.
The demons who once consumed the void for their own twisted evolution—those heretics who dared reject the call of Black Wing Lair—could now be reclaimed. Even the feral void beasts and rogue fragments that drifted through starless worlds would no longer be wasted.
Those demons who gained void power, as well as other void creatures not loyal to the Black Wing Lair, finally have a home with the emergence of this ability.
With this power, I could draw any creature—so long as it had been touched deeply by the void—into this transcendent space. Once inside, they would undergo a sacred transformation. Their forms would bend, shift, and shatter under the pressure of void purification. Then they would be reforged—remade in image and intent.
Race became irrelevant. Origin became meaningless.
For in this sacred gray-and-white space, even demons—the most prideful, rebellious beings—could be reshaped, stripped of their madness, and bound to me with chains of absolute, unbreakable loyalty. They would emerge as fanatics, devoted entirely to the will of the Void Sovereign.
A new order was rising—one where loyalty was no longer a matter of choice, but a natural consequence of rebirth.
Originally, my treatment of their outcome was to wait for the right moment, then harvest them all and make them part of my power.
But now, before harvesting, they can be effectively used once in all out wars.
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