The World's most Overpowered Side-Character

"Sol Vestic, such a weird name, I have never heard anything like it before,"

Fuhua mused, looking at the sword at her feet and then at Sol again.

"Master Vestic," She lowered her head slightly. "What does that mean?"

"You called this place the Everstorm glades, right?" Sol leaned on the wall and slid to the ground, ignoring her question. "Summarise whatever answer you think of, I might not act it but I am in an urgent situation, my patience is limited.

"Yes," She acknowledged his request and then slowly sat on the ground daintily covering herself and resting her hands in her lap.

"The Everstorm Glade, is not an actual glade, we are... we were, a small world with only a few million people."

"Your clan had over a million people?" Sol raised a brow teying to ge some perspective of what that meant. "Isn't that a lot?"

"Not at all Master, sir," Fuhua shook her head. "We were one of the smallest and weakest clans of the Drifting Heavens Sect; our mother sect." She expleined, looking at Jena in the corner and then Sol again.

"Drifting Heavens..." Sol looked outside of the cave at the light rainfall. "What is this Collective called, and do you know how many branch sectors are in it, also what star is this and how far away from the nexus are we?"

"What is a collective?" Fuhua leaned her head in confusion, and Sol gasped almost choking on the air he was breathing, aside from him Jena also paused with an expression of shock. "What are sectors, and a nexux, are these places you have visited in the past, Master?" Fuhua asked once more and the man slapped his forehead and began chuckling with himself.

"Uncle, this might be another case like Arkadia, they might have been unaware of the collective, living ignorantly..." Jena suggested and then looked at the woman who was watching the man supposedly in a hurry laugh as if he had all the time in the world.

"Miss Fuhua," She drew her attention politely. "A collective is a body of universes held together by a central universe, we refer to the universes as sectors, and inside of those sectors you will find billions to trillions of lives orbiting suns scattered all across, the nexus is the centre of each sector as and the Central Sector with the supermassive cosmic anomaly is the nexus for the Collective." She gave her the base information as bluntly as she could compose it.

"So... you mean the worlds and the Seven thousand Gates...?" Fuhua smacked hern/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Sevenn thousand?"

"Yes, there are seven thousand main Gates that lead to the seven thousand different worlds that have been discovered thus far; this may be what you call a sector. What you call a nexus might be what we refer to as the grand or central gates of which there are about five thousand last confirmed, and the collective being everything and everywhere encompassing all of the gates is called the birthplace of light, we all exist within Source..."

"They named their collective [Source]," Sol mused with an incredulous huff. "This is bizarre, I haven't heard mention of the birthplace of either light or dark before in the Grand, but it seems like a common teaching here," He looked at Jena and she shrugged, unable to make tails of anything.

"I am looking for the most powerful being amongst the inhabitants of your gate, I may have already sensed them but I need to approach them gradually and without suspicion," Sol stood when Jena approached and dropped the dress she had been messing with from the corner in Fuhua's lap. "I need an audience with the Primordial Deity of the Drifting Heavens."

"I mended the tears, get dressed and come out quickly," Jena smiled at her and ran over to Sol, taking his hand while he walked out into the rain and left her in privacy to change.

"Primordial Deity... does he mean the Grand Ancestor of the Drifting Heaven Sect?" Fuhua quickly undressed, blushing when she realised that she had indeed been wrapped before, he had seen her entirely naked. "This man..." She quietly observed herself from shoulder to toe. "I am the most beautiful maiden of the Everstorm Glade, how dare he call me flat and unattractive?" She pouted.

[Stop wasting time and come out quickly]. She heard Sol's voice in her head and swung her fists, almost tripping when her hand passed through the emptiness she thought would have been Sol sbeaking a peek. [Hurry it up.]

"Y-yes!" Fuhua quickly dressed herself and caught her hair in a ponytail using the pendant her senior brother had given to her and then ran outm thinking there would be rain but finding clear blue skies and no sign of the everstorm.

"What happened to the Everstorm-"

"That bastard?" So gestured to the dead plainsn the storm had occupied for thousands of years with a jerk of his thumb. "Killed it, the freaky bastard wanted to possess me." He huffed and then looked at her from head to toe. "Hey, Jena, how is assimilation going?"

"I am at 2%, uncle, the composition of mana is very different from what we know, the laws of this collective are strange and seemingly unique to it alone." The system groaned in annoyance. "It will take some time, I wish mom was here to do this."

"Alpha is needed back home, don't worry, it was the same for her when she was exposed to the Grand for the first time, back then it took her two months, so I think you're doing a good job." Sol complimented her, gesturing to his shoulders.

"Also..." Jena leaped high in the air shocking Fuhua when she descended at the speed of a feather, sitting on Sol's shoulder while he stared at the skies, across the veil of blue and toward the closest neighbouring star where there was another small world like this one.

"Also?"

"I have not been able to connect with any form of technology, there are no waves being transmitted through the air, it is clean here, even more than Arkadia is." Jena swung around and sat on both his shoulders while he held her feet.

"Is it primitive?" Sol asked, but then taking another glance at Fuhua he rejected that idea.

Her clothes were finely made, with patterns that couldn't have been made using primitive technology, despite being dirty from nearly dying before she still held a dignified air to her person; definitely not primitive.

"From interacting with this one woman, I would be led to believe that they are in an era technologically similar to the Zhou dynasty of earth's eastern continents."

"That's a Nine-Hundred year difference, almost a millenium." Sol stared at Fuhua. "I suppose if earth had mana from back then, technology would have developed far slower, what need is there for conventional weaponry when the avreage man can level a mountain with his bare fists and the swing of a sword?"

"Precisely," Jena smiled when Sol began walking.

"Master Vestic?" Fuhua instinctively followed him. "We are stranded here-"

"We are going to pay respect to the dead," Sol answered her sharply. "I don't know what happened, when I arrived you were nearly dead and there were a bunch of corpses, I originally thought you were the one who did it but I think I accidentally killed some kind of beast upon arrival, that damned storm..." He growled.

"You killed the Direfreak?" Fuhua seemed even more shocked. She had already been reeling from the inertia of merely thinking that he was powerful enough to destroy the ancient malevolent storm, but now he was casually saying he killed the Direfreak by accident, she was sure that this man before her was nothing normal.

"Golden blood with healing properties, no knowledge of Source, a stranger of unknown origins..." She mused aloud, gaining Sol's mute attention as he watched her from his peripheral rubbing her chin like an old man with an expression of total concentration.

"Master Vestic," She looked up at him, eyes wide in wonder.

"Mm?"

"You are not from this... collective, are you?" She asked and Jena clapped.

"She is at least not a total idiot," The girl chuckled while Sol remained quiet.

"Master is from a place far away from here, on an epic mission for-"

"Jena." Sol warned her, and she cleared her throat awkwardly, looking at Fuhua who had gone slack-jawed at the small revelation that there were places beyond Source.

"As I said, I seek an audience with the strongest," Sol calmly explained. "If you want to know more than that then you are going to have to make a heart oath against your collective, swearing loyalty to me and devoting your soul to my cause alone." He gave her the most grim choice he could think of on the spot. "Do that, and I will tell you everything you wish to know."

"No, thank you, I will make do with the little information I can figure out on my own, Master." Fuhua shook her head with her eyes wide in horror.

"Fine," Sol gestured to a mountain ahead. "Beyond that ridge were bones as far as I could see on a plain, I buried all of them and made a shrine to pay respects." He gestured, but before the second half of his explanation was through the woman had already sprinted off, leaving small craters as she jumped across the hills towards the ridge.

"Master..."

"It's okay," Sol tapped Jena's knee. "I'll take her to the next star and leave her there to start a new life, this place is barren now, this small world is nothing but a site of mass slaughter." Sol could relate somewhat to how the woman was feeling.

"It's nothing but a graveyard."