The Strongest Body Customization System
Chapter 63: Unification at the Age of 200

Chapter 63: Unification at the Age of 200

Ian’s testing concluded swiftly. The strike he delivered to the Guild’s marble testing device registered energy levels so immense that the system halted momentarily before rebooting. Calculations based on kinetic force, velocity, impact radius, and elemental augmentation determined a conclusive result: his attack had enough destructive potential to eliminate an entire planet.

The result triggered an automatic override in the ranking system. Without needing to undergo further evaluation, Ian was immediately granted Diamond Rank, a classification reserved only for the most powerful beings recognized by the Adventurer’s Guild across the Curtained Imperium. It was unprecedented for a newcomer to receive such a designation on their first day.

The badge was issued, polished, and handed to Ian within minutes. Crafted from a unique alloy found only in the Outer Nebulae, the diamond-plated emblem symbolized unmatched power and influence. Mikaela, the receptionist who had earlier shown disdain, lowered her head and never spoke again. Jake stood quietly to the side, hands behind his back, nodding with approval.

Ian did not celebrate. He simply accepted the badge and turned to leave.

Jake accompanied them to the exit of the guild hall. He offered a short farewell and reminded Ian that, should he ever return, the guild’s doors would remain open. Ian nodded once. Natasha thanked Jake casually, and with no more words exchanged, the two departed.

Their return to the Blood Empire was swift and unannounced, yet the capital responded instantly. The moment Ian and Natasha crossed the boundary of the palace grounds, a wave of energy passed through the air, signaling the royal presence. Trumpets sounded across the black stone towers, and red banners unfurled from every high point in the city.

When citizens saw the glinting diamond badge pinned to Ian’s cloak, they dropped to their knees and bowed their heads. No commands were given; it was instinctive. The King of the Blood Realm had returned from his hundred-year seclusion, and he had done so with new power recognized beyond their world.

The gates of the palace opened, and Grand Elder, clad in ceremonial robes, stepped forward and bowed. He was the first to speak.

"Your Majesty, welcome home. The Empire has held strong in your absence. There have been no major incursions. The inner court remains loyal. Only minor clan disputes emerged, each swiftly resolved by the Royal Guard. Trade routes remain open and taxation levels stable. Cultivation of the Crimson Fields has increased by 13%."

Ian listened quietly, acknowledging the report with a slight nod. Natasha remained beside him, smirking faintly at the sight of everyone kneeling.

The Grand Elder continued his report with practiced precision, listing each administrative note, logistical update, and ceremonial event that occurred during Ian’s absence. Ian paid attention to every word, even the trivial ones.

Though he had been away from the throne for a century, nothing had changed much.

At the age of 150, Ian entered a long-term execution of his plans designed to test his true power and subjugate every dark race. The conquest had been something he planned during seclusion.

During this period, the System notified Ian that his available biomass totalled two hundred biomass, granting him unprecedented freedom to evolve, absorb, and construct body parts. His first target: the the damned Werewolf Clans near their territory. Although they had won the last war, Ian had long want to destory the shit out of them.

At the age of 151, over these years, Ian launched methodical invasions across the fractured frontiers of the Curtained Imperium. Starting with the werewolf territories of the Feral Wastes, he overwhelmed each warlord, devoured their bodies, and advanced without rest. No expert survived their encounter. His tactics were systematic, surgical, and unstoppable. The System expanded its evolutionary database with every kill, amplifying both its regenerative and destructive potential.

At the age of 158, Ian returned briefly to the Blood Empire. He summoned his inner court, including Elder Alaric and the Grand Elder, and informed them of his intent to dismantle the Curtained Imperium entirely. He gave no timeframes, no speeches, only commands. The Grand Elder, capable of continent-level destruction, voluntarily offered his full support should Ian ever require it. After all, Ian was his power source.

At the age of 172, during this time, Ian progressed deeper into the Imperium, wiping out elites from the Moonblade Witches, Crystal-Born Warlocks, and the infamous Hundred-Legged Cult. The biomass amount increased significantly, almost 400,000 was added. His power efficiency had increased as he designed a suspension system for his exoskeletal armor. No terrain, magic, or military formation could slow him down.

At the age of 173, a distress call came from the Mad Mammoth Race, whose lands bordered the northern arc of the Curtained Imperium. They requested Ian’s help against a dark invader. Ian refused. That same week, the Lich King appeared on a battlefield near the Mammoth frontier. An entire city was frozen in an instant by the Lich King’s necro-cold domain. Ian faced the Lich King alone, tanked every necromantic ability, and emerged without injury. The Lich King was never seen again. The frozen city remained as a permanent monument of that battle.

The Lich race mourned at the death of their king. In the end, Ian went there and soloed their entire and beat the shit out of them using his laser eyes until they submitted. Now, due to his powerful baseform, using the solar laser eyes is no burden.

At the age of 182, Ian shifted to full-scale annihilation. The biomass meter had increased tremendously, but Ian no longer impulsively added body parts. His core body had stabilized into the perfect vessel. He crushed the Doom Priests, eradicated the Titanbone Syndicates, and erased the Clockwork Engine Sect from all records.

At the age of 182, A dimensional pulse that looks like a gap in space was detected somewhere along a volcanic ridge. Records showed it was dismissed as nothing but a crack in space. Ian alone marked it as a future threat. No action was taken by the Imperium. Ian made silent preparations.

At the age of 184, Ian returned to the Blood Empire intermittently, directing planetary-scale infrastructure development and overseeing scientific bloodline evolution protocols. His empire remained untouched by war.

At the age of 192, Sporadic attempts from the remnants of the Curtained Imperium were recorded, but none succeeded in reaching even the borderlands. The System reported that over 92% of the Imperium’s total command structure had been eliminated. Ian initiated dimensional stabilization procedures. The Grand Elder destroyed a rogue continent in the east to suppress political unrest.

Finally, at the age of 200, Ian’s relentless challenges concluded. Ian had fully earned the title of the King of Curtained Imperium. The Curtained Imperium, once divided, had finally become unified!

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