Climbing the Tower with Multidimensional Avatars - Chapter 165

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Episode 165. Galaxy Martial God Hall – Elementary School Graduation (1)

The stellar system “Trevier Saber” lay situated between the territories of the Righteous Path and the Heterodox Path.
True to its location Between Righteous and Evil, this realm was dominated by the space mercenary company “Trevier Saber,” a sect that stood neutral between the two factions.
Mercenaries were those who made no distinction between good and evil, who asked no questions of justice, and who took as clients any who needed force.
The harsh cosmos teemed with space pirates and brigands, and the outlying colonies swarmed with lawless scavengers who moved between legality and crime.
On abandoned or neglected planets, all manner of grotesque alien life had either evolved independently or undergone artificial mutation by mad scientists, now baring ferocious fangs.
The space mercenary was a trusted friend overflowing with loyalty, a shield against such threats.
Though they occasionally profited by inserting themselves into sectarian wars, their bread and butter was escorting merchant vessels between star systems, keeping friendly relationships with the galaxy’s recognized megacorporations.
No fool would dare strike the space mercenary company Trevier Saber, backed as it was by formidable martial force and the protection of major enterprises.
Tram Trevier, chairman of Trevier Saber, thought exactly that.
Until just moments ago.
Crash-boom-boom-boom—!!
A barrage of attacks poured down from the heavens, shattering the planetary defense system, and enemies descended across the planet, beginning to slaughter mercenaries where they stood.
“What—what is this?!”
Unable to comprehend the scene before him, he stared blankly out the window.
The executive suite, perched atop the planet’s tallest building, enjoyed an unobstructed view unlike the cramped structures below—and what he saw told him everything about the company’s predicament.
“Why are we under attack with no emergency alert?!”
Tram Trevier’s mind raced through solutions even as he reached for the phone.
Crash!
Then a man burst through the reinforced glass window, shattering it clean.
He brushed glass shards from his clothes and met Tram Trevier’s gaze.
“Tram Trevier. Chairman of the space mercenary company Trevier Saber. That’s right, isn’t it?”
Recognition flickered across Tram Trevier’s face—he knew this man—and his expression hardened.
“Ch-Cheon Gyeong-ho? The Lightning Blade? What are you—why are you attacking us?”
The man who had burst in uninvited was Cheon Gyeong-ho.
An outer lord of the Cheon Family.
Which meant the sudden assault was carried out by elite forces of the Cheon Family.
Cheon Gyeong-ho chuckled at the phone in Tram Trevier’s hand.
“We destroyed the communications hub with the first strike before the main assault. That receiver won’t get you anywhere.”
“But—why are you attacking us? At least tell me the reason before you kill me.”
Cheon Gyeong-ho answered his question as casually as one might remark on the weather.
“The Sura Blood Gate. Does that explanation suffice?”
At those words, Tram Trevier felt a chill race down his spine.
The Sura Blood Gate was a colossal sect classified within the Heterodox Path, and three years prior they had entrusted Trevier Saber with a confidential transport contract—something involving the kidnapping of Cheon Yu from the Cheon Family.
In the galaxy, few organizations could move as discreetly as space mercenaries without suspicion, so accepting such contracts was hardly unusual.
The mercenary code demanded absolute secrecy regarding clients’ information—there was no risk in mere inquiry.
Any mercenary who betrayed a client’s secrets would become the common enemy of all employers; the collective force of offended corporations and sects would reduce the company to cosmic dust.
Secrecy wasn’t a matter of trust—it was survival.
He hadn’t known it was a kidnapping at the time, but honestly, one didn’t need keen senses to guess when infiltration teams were dispatched to locations that were neither military installations nor field trip destinations.
No mercenary company could survive in the galaxy operating with that little awareness.
He should have refused outright.
What was the point of accepting if he didn’t know what retaliation the Cheon Family might exact?
Yet the Sura Blood Gate had offered an enormous fee, and he’d confirmed that prohibition seals had been placed on the operatives themselves.
In the end, Tram Trevier had quietly accepted and helped transport the kidnappers, deceiving the Cheon Family.
In short, he was an accomplice.
“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Tram Trevier kept his composure and turned the question back.
Admitting anything now would reduce not just his life but his entire company to powder.
“Then die not knowing.”
As Cheon Gyeong-ho drew his sword, Tram cried out in panic.
“Wait—wait! I’ll report this to the Martial Alliance! You think they’ll stand idle while this happens?!”
Given the nature of his business, Tram Trevier—though his company stood Between Righteous and Evil—had cultivated sturdy connections with the Martial Alliance, the coalition of Righteous Path sects.
The current Galaxy Martial World was governed by Righteous Path Dominance, after all.
At those words, Cheon Gyeong-ho let out a derisive laugh.
“They’ll stay idle. Otherwise, the Alliance Master would find himself in open hostility, facing the Martial God directly for a private audience.”
Tram Trevier broke into a cold sweat at those words.
An audience with the Martial God in open hostility meant severing at least one limb and surrendering one’s entire technique to the Cheon Family while begging for mercy.
If that wasn’t the case, his life—and everything connected to him—would turn to cosmic dust in the hands of Cheon Yu.
“I’m in a foul mood right now. I should have accompanied Cheon Seung to the Sura Blood Gate, but that damned Law Protector Elder got in my way.”
The Law Protector Elder was Cheon Gyeong-ho’s half-brother and his rival in the competition for the position of minor family head.
Tram Trevier felt his mind reeling at the mention of Cheon Seung.
Cheon Seung was in a state of semi-seclusion, keeping behind closed doors alongside Cheon Yu.
The fact that he had personally gone to strike at the Sura Blood Gate, even bringing the Law Protector Elder with him, meant the Cheon Family’s fury was genuine.
Though the Cheon Family, unlike other major sects, had always remained quiet and withdrawn, no one dared to slight them.
Since Cheon Yu and the Cheon Family had been the architects of the current Righteous Path Dominance, their silence carried the weight of a great mountain—an inescapable presence that could not be hidden.
Should the Cheon Family’s anger shatter that quiet and they stretch their limbs, all would hold their breath and watch for signs, and none would dare speak against them.
To invite a visit from Cheon Yu and Cheon Seung would be unbearable.
Sensing his own death and the annihilation of his sect, Tram Trevier seized his spear from the wall using the Void Grasp.
“You think I’ll just die quietly?! I’m in the Natural Realm now! I can definitely take one of your arms!”
Tram Trevier was famous as a master of the Life-Death Realm.
But recently, after long years of cultivation, he had succeeded in elevating his realm and unifying his Dantian with the Natural Realm.
Even if Cheon Gyeong-ho was a seasoned master of the Natural Realm, facing an opponent at the same stage would demand a fierce battle.
The moment he thought this, Cheon Gyeong-ho released an overwhelming pressure.
“I see. How fortunate—I myself have just recently entered the Saint Realm. Please, don’t die too easily. I need to use all my strength to grow accustomed to this new stage.”
Tram Trevier despaired at the overwhelming difference in power.
That day, the massive mercenary corporation Trevier Saber, boasting centuries of history, was annihilated.
Trevier Saber’s clients, allies, and rival mercenary firms all fell silent before the Cheon Family’s wrath.

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After the school closure ended, I prepared to go to school as usual.
The news was filled with reports of the annihilation of Trevier Saber, the space mercenary corporation classified as a megacorporation, and of the war between the Cheon Family and the Sura Blood Gate.
The Sura Blood Gate, though not among the Thirteen Heterodox Paths, was a colossal sect controlling two star systems.
The Cheon Family had raided Trevier Saber and secured evidence that the Sura Blood Gate had attempted to kidnap the Cheon Family’s children, and immediately launched an attack.
Even in the martial world, it was customary to issue a declaration of war before beginning hostilities, but in this case, the Sura Blood Gate’s attack without declaration was tantamount to an act of war itself, so the gathering of evidence and the counterattack occurred nearly simultaneously.
Experts debated endlessly whether the evidence-gathering process had been lawful and how the connection between the Sura Blood Gate and Trevier Saber had been established.
“Doctor Kim So-yul, our martial strategy expert, how do you assess this war?”
“Well… considering the scale and strength of the Sura Blood Gate, even for the Martial God Cheon Family, I suspect martial law may persist for one or two years.”
“There’s concern that this large-scale attack could escalate into a righteous-versus-evil war. Is there a possibility of that?”
The expert shook his head at the anchor’s question.
“I don’t believe it will escalate that far.”
“May I ask why?”
“The clearest sign of the Martial God Cheon Family’s resolve is that even Cheon Seung, who has been in seclusion, personally led the Military Force Unit into combat. If the Tyrant Path Alliance had any sense, they would understand that were this to escalate into a righteous-versus-evil war, there’s a high likelihood that Cheon Yu himself, who remains in seclusion, would emerge personally. Fortunately, this time he did not, only because the kidnapping attempt on the family’s children failed. Crimes targeting children are what Cheon Yu hates and is angered by most.”
The Tyrant Path Alliance was a confederation formed by those classified as heterodox to protect themselves, as the righteous forces were too vast and powerful.
“Then might the Martial Alliance seize this opportunity to escalate? If Cheon Yu participates, victory would be assured.”
“That’s unlikely. The Martial Alliance would find escalation too burdensome.”
“Why is that?”
“The Martial Alliance has been holding back the Demonic Cult’s sudden invasion, which began fifteen years ago. By now, the front lines have become completely frozen. Expanding the front at this moment would be a significant burden for the Martial Alliance. They could lose their rear guard before gaining any advantage over the heterodox sects.”
As I was leisurely watching the news, Siu stepped in front of me and blocked the screen.
“Young master. Stop watching the news and get ready for school. Put on your socks.”
When Siu pointed this out, I reluctantly put on my socks.
“Ji-woo. Let’s go to school.”
“Brother! Let’s go to school!”
Cheon So-yeon and my younger sister Cheon Ho-yeon, already finished with their preparations, pressed the doorbell and called for me.
I grabbed my bag and went outside with Siu.
We chatted casually as usual on the way to school and headed to our classroom.
The class atmosphere after the school closure was slightly subdued.
After the frightening experience on the field trip, those who hadn’t yet shaken it off mixed with those who already had, creating an awkward atmosphere.
“Hey, all of us—you, Ji-woo, Buhyun, and Gonghu—we all went down to the underground together!”
Cheon Ha-sung, who had always loved to show off, went around boasting about his exploits at the resort, and Teacher Kim Do-hwa cautioned him.
Cheon Ga-ryeong, who had directly witnessed the Vice Principal’s death, still hadn’t fully recovered from the shock and had been absent from school for several days.
According to Cheon Gong-hu, she had mostly recovered, but her parents were worried and recommended more rest, so she was receiving additional psychological counseling.
Psychological issues don’t reveal themselves easily, and there are aspects that even those close to you don’t understand, so taking time for counseling was unavoidable.
Time passed slowly within that slightly subdued atmosphere.

(To be continued in the next chapter)

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