The World's most Overpowered Side-Character

It was an average day in the ever warring Diamond Crest realm; but warring as the people of this realm were they still managed to live rather peacefully with each other, simply choosing to fight to the death if they had a quarrel that could not be solved with the simplest of words.

Children, men and women had been killed for far less than one would expect in this strange and lawless, yet uniquely orderly land, and it was here that Sol found himself after waiting for Fuhua to recover from the punishment of using power beyond her limits.

He descended a mountainous peak after entering their realm undetected, finding a large city not too different from the Capital city they had just left behind and staying just on the outskirts, observing the passing merchants and warriors, the way they dressed, the crests that they wore.

And most importantly the currency that they used.

"Uncle-"

"Call me master while we are among these people, Jena," Sol sat by the wayside in a furbished and extravagant carriage surrounded by dozens of holograms in the form of guards causing those who would be tempted to approach to keep their distance.

Like before, he was again dressed like royalty using the same golden sun crest and wearing a fully black robe with golden trims.

"Does this mean I will be interacting with outsiders?" Jena asked, seated next to fuhua with a warm rag, wiping sweat from her forehead while she rested in her lap. "What part will I play, master?"

"You are both my disciples for the time being, I can't make any more rash movements, and you shouldn't be disappearing all the time like you usually do; the lord of this city is a Primordial tiered entity like myself, and they are surrounded by other Primordials," He answered her, slowly eating and looking out the window.

"They have been trying to spy on me since we first arrived through the Acceleration gate a few hours ago, I need to take this slowly or prepare to face them violently, that is counterproductive to my goal," He bit the golden apple from his Great Divine tree, feeding himself rich mana to grow passively.

"Master, do you like these kinds of things?"

"What makes you ask that?" Sol raised his brow at Jena.

"Well..." She turned to Fuhua once more when the woman groaned and shuddered. "You are committing to this role of nobility quite intriguingly, your mannerisms, the way you dress, you seem to effortlessly fit into any society you infiltrate as a lord and never as a commoner.

"Jena,"

"Yes, sir?"

"It seems you are more child than you are system now, I don't mind that I have to remind you, but I am surprised that I need to," He smiled at her and crossed his legs, casting an almost holy appearance through the carriage as the sunlight reflected across the gold he wore and his skin made made him glow, while his usually brown eyes were a constant glowing grey.

"I am Sol Vestic, King of Divines and Lord of the Sol Collective, I am not just some nobility; I am he who is beseeched by gods and devils for guidiance in their time of need."

He declared to her, seeing her eyes sparkle in admiration.

"Of course, how rude of me, Master," Jena lowered her head. "Forgive my rudeness, spending time with you has made me numb to this great truth because of how relaxed and casual you are, please, forgive this humble servant." She apologised.

"There's no need to sing any kind of praises, I prefer to treat and be treated in a normal manner, after all, I am coming from one of the humblest backgrounds, I don't want to constantly be reminded of these titles." He admitted, watching her smile return.

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"Master...?" Fuhua raised her head, there was a cool wind passing through the spacious carriage while it slowly rocked, she could feel the faint warmth of the torches they passed, and hear the idle chatter of people on the outside, mostly wondering who was inside of it.

"I have already asked Jena to adjust the length of that backlash, Twelve hours is too long, we ended up waiting all day for you to recover," Sol smiled at her from the opposite side with the girl in question soundly asleep in his lap.

"I am sorry, had I chosen to ignore Shalba, we would have long been here..." She paused and looked outside. "Where are we?"

"We are in a realm called Diamond Crest, I must ask that you refrain from doing anything rash while we are here, there are multiple masters of my level," Sol responded, guiding his fingers through Jena's hair and looking outside again.

"Also," He spoke up before she did. "If you had found out what that man did to you and chosen to not take revenge I would have considered you useless and taken your discipleship away on the spot." He stared at her coldly.

The same grey eyes that had displayed beauty and warmth in the sun now reflected a cold nature almost alien to his warm personality, but the beauty remained. "Remember Ling Fuhua; an eye for an eye will only leave you blind if you let them poke yours," Sol looked to the side, taking a golden token from his person and raising it for at the window.

"Is that a royal token?" She asked.

"Of course, I can acquire any material thing I want, any currency, any known substance in the universe; they are all useless to me other than to gain me an audience with the one I seek, my aspirations are... much simpler than power." Sol tapped Jena's shoulder. "We are entering now, get ready." He waved his hands, and both her and Fuhua's clothes shimmered, becoming less extravagant variants of his.

"Anyways," Sol hummed, looking to the sides at the many food establishments that greeted visitors when they first entered. "Are you hungry?

"I can manage-" She wanted to be less of a burden after spending an entire day in pain and then passing out, but a loud growl from her stomach was a quick reminder of her mortality.

Unlike Sol and those back in the Grand Collective who could go the rest of their existences absorbing energy in alternate ways, the means by which the Super Collective manipulated mana made eating a must.

"Come," He rested his hand on the carriage, allowing it to turn and stop at the front of one of the largest dining establishments he found. "Let's see what delicasies they can offer our little princess."

"Esteemed Guest!" A young man fitted in uniform greeted them, opening the door and gesturing to the Estate-like complex. "Welcome to Saint Garden Palace," He lowered his head and stepped away while Jena leapt out and stood to the left, and then Fuhua following the girl's example walked out and stood to the right both lowering their heads, causing the gathered crowd to do the same when Sol emerged with his hands tucked into his robe.

"Goodness," Fuhua mused, raising her head and looking around at the crowds. "I have forgotten this feeling after years of fighting."

"Senior Sister," Jena rested her hand on the carriage and the entire construct vanished against her palm. "Come along."

"Yes."

"Welcome, esteemed guest." Sol was greeted with an army of beautiful hostesses lining the walkway on both sides leading up the small staircase after entering the grounds of the palace.

"It seems our arrival was not unnoticed," Sol hummed. "Jena?"

"I am already there, Master," She replied as soon as he mentioned her.

"There?"

"Our goal here this time like the first is gathering information,"

Fuhua heard Sol's voice in her head while they continued to walk.

"Jena's ability to be multiple places at once comes in handy, while we take the rest of the night here, she will learn everything about this star and save it to her databanks, similarly there are several other divided consciousnesses on other stars gathering information."

"Usually it would be instantaneous, but I lack the necessary power and experience that comes from billions of attempts, Mom would have already gathered an entire gate's worth of information."

Jena added.

"Your Mother sounds impressive beyond words, but if I may, how did she birth you if she is also the same System?"

Fuhua kept her gaze agead, using the same method to speak to them.

"Not truly the same, I am a variant of her coding, she is the original; the first, I am a part of her consciousness that was split apart with no intent to return."

"Coding?"

Fuhua hummed.

"I have never heard this word before, Jena, what does it mean?"

"Pay attention, you two," Sol spokee up when they finally made it into a gigantic mansion-like building, decorated in gold and diamonds, with halls od jade floors and pillars made of dragons sculpted with diamond and gold, it had thousands of large rooms for almost a mile in an optical and physical mirage, and each room was hosting an event from what Sol could tell.

"I apologise for not greeting you at the gates your excellency!" An old man quickly approached them with two more hostesses at his sides, bowing.

"No need to apologise, it seems that all of these rooms are occupied by events-"

"Unhand me!"

"Oh?" Sol stopped speaking at the first sign of commotion and turned.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

It was a man being dragged out by several mean-looking security guards while a young woman followed behind him trying to calm him down.

"Master..." Jena's eyes widened in disbelief. "That woman..."

"Yes," Sol hummed. "I considered the possibility, but I never expected to see one of them this soon. Hair of black, ocean eyes, and flawless skin with an ever-changing flux of core energy."

"She is Vatui." Sol frowned.

"More specifically, she is like Ikaris."