Invincible's Dimensional Billionaire Chapter 6.

Chapter 6: The Celestial Valor.

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The green portal I opened shimmered like liquid emerald, expanding until it swallowed us whole. A moment later, the rippling veil spat us out into the void of space — right inside a massive spaceship suspended among the stars.

Calling it a ship would be an insult. It was a floating city. A metallic world of its own.

From an audience vantage point, the vessel stretched endlessly, its underbelly glowing with billions of lights and thrumming energy conduits that pulsed like veins. It wasn’t just a mode of travel — it was civilization wrapped in steel. Towers, plazas, and endless domes shimmered beneath protective glass, each one a different world bustling with alien life. Malls, restaurants, neon streets, and marketplaces filled the surface like arteries of light.

The ship bore the name The Celestial Valor, its emblem—a single blazing eye—etched across the metallic hull like a warning.

The one who ruled this mobile empire was known as the Mono-Eyed King, an enigmatic being who saw everything within his domain. Every drone, every flicker of life on this ship pulsed beneath his watchful gaze.

Me, my assistant Robot, and Battle Beast emerged near a docking platform. The air hummed with mechanical chatter as lines of travelers, smugglers, and interstellar citizens passed through checkpoints guarded by floating drones. Their eyes glowed cold blue, scanning every soul that entered.

“Your identity cards, please,” one of the drones intoned in a flat, metallic voice.

Without hesitation, Robot produced three identifications from a concealed compartment in his chest. The drones scanned them with beams of light that passed over our bodies. After a brief pause, a mechanical chime sounded.

Access granted.

The drones drifted aside, their lenses shifting focus elsewhere. We stepped through.

Battle Beast, towering and impatient, scowled as we passed the threshold. His nise flicked in irritation, claws tapping from his paws. “Couldn’t you have just opened the portal inside the damn city?” he growled, his voice carrying that barely restrained hunger for conflict.

“Sorry, buddy,” I replied, smirking. “Can’t risk it. The Mono-Eyed King’s systems are advanced — anything unidentified gets vaporized instantly. My powers don’t function properly here anyway. But don’t worry…” I turned to Robot, who was already adjusting his visor. “…I’ve got something better lined up.”

“Sir,” Robot responded crisply, “I’ve contacted the hotel staff. They’ll pick us up in one minute.”

“Good,” I said, stretching my arms. “I need to get out of these tattered clothes and take a proper shower.”

Even as we waited, alien gazes turned toward us — curious, judging, some amused. My attire was clearly out of place in this luxurious floating metropolis. One alien — a fashion designer, judging by the vibrant fabrics woven into his skin — approached, tilting his head.

“Is that the latest design trend from your planet?” he asked with glittering eyes.

I laughed lightly and gave him a few tips about human aesthetics. He actually paid me for it. Typical.

Just as the crowd began to thin, a golden blur descended from above.

A sleek electric vertical takeoff and landing craft (a flying car ) slowed to a graceful stop in front of us. Its gold-plated hull gleamed under radiancw, light running along its aerodynamic edges.

It was the newest model — one of mine.

A proud creation of my company, the Ad Adams Motor Corporation. Fast, efficient, and immensely profitable.

The AI pilot greeted us in a calm tone as Robot immediately interfaced with the system, taking over the controls. The doors opened upward with a smooth hiss.

“Get in,” I told Battle Beast, who still eyed the car suspiciously. “You won’t need to pay. Yourfare is already taken care of.”

With a grunt, he finally climbed in beside me. The doors sealed shut, and the hum of energy built as the car rose into the sky.

Inside, the cabin was lined with transparent walls, offering an unhindered view of the city below. The car soared through layers of air traffic as Robot activated the navigation grid — neon flight lanes glowing showimg the right safe route to take to the destination.

From above, the Celestial Valor city was breathtaking. Futuristic skyscrapers stretched high, their tips disappearing into holographic clouds. Neon advertisements flickered across the sky, painting colors onto our reflections. Hundreds of not millions of flying cars zipped through the lanes, forming rivers of light. Massive holographic billboards pulsed around us, casting shimmering illusions across the skyline. It was a cyberpunk paradise in motion.

After several minutes of flight, we descended before a towering skyscraper adorned with the glowing insignia of the Ad Adams Corporation — my mark. The structure dwarfed the others, a symbol of my success even here.

As the doors opened, a red carpet extended before me. Dozens of staff members of various species stood in perfect formation, all dressed in my chosen color — crimson. They bowed their heads slightly as I stepped out. It was the sort of reception reserved for kings.

A Thraxan woman — tall, elegant, with glowing blue skin and eyes that shimmered like plasma — approached at the front of the line. Her name echoed in my memory.

“Welcome, sir. We’ve been expecting you.”

“Lysera,” I greeted, offering a rare smile. “It’s good to see you. How long has it been?”

“Two weeks, three days, twenty-eight hours, three hundred and twelve minutes, and seventy-five seconds,” she replied, voice smooth as circuitry.

I chuckled. “Not too long, then.”

Thraxans were known for their precision — minds like machines. But for me, time was a flexible thing. When you crossed dimensions, days could become centuries and centuries mere moments.

“How are the wristbands?” I asked as we walked.

“Perfectly stable, sir,” she answered. “Thank you for your generous gift.”

I nodded, glancing at the sleek silver bands on her wrist. I had designed them myself to slow the accelerated aging of her species. Many of my Flaxan and Thraxan employees wore them — a small miracle of science, soon to become a massive deal across the galaxy once I finalized negotiations with the Flaxan Empire even the Thraxans were up for it.

Lysera led us inside. Battle Beast followed close behind, his eyes scanning the alien architecture with disinterest. Robot, however, excused himself to handle some “business matters,” vanishing into the crowd of alien staff.

Every corridor we passed was lavishly decorated, alive with alien elegance. The staff bowed as I walked — crimson uniforms, shining eyes, perfectly in sync.

“Mmmm, that one looks delicious,” Battle Beast muttered under his breath, eyeing one of the staff members.

I gave him a sharp look. “They’re employees, not snacks. If it’s food you want, Lysera will handle it. For now, I need a shower.”

I turned to leave, but a massive hand clamped down on my shoulder. His grip was strong, but I didn’t flinch.

“This isn’t what you promised,” he growled. “I didn’t come here for comfort. I came for a fight.”

I met his glare with calm defiance. “You think I don’t know that? The only reason I stopped here was because of you. I took a detour from my plans for your sake. Be patient.”

For a moment, tension hung in the air — then, slowly, Battle Beast withdrew his hand.

“Relax,” I said. “Take a shower. You stink. Lysera will see to your clothes. Try not to embarrass me in front of my guest,we will have an appointment at a later hour with a special person.” I remarked.

Then I left him there, my footsteps echoing across the marble floor as a staff member approached to guide me to my suite.

“Mr. Dornian, if you’ll follow me, sir,” Lysera said, turning to Battle Beast.

“Don’t call me Dornian,” he grunted. “Just Thokk.”

“Of course, sir Thokk,” Lysera replied, bowing slightly before leading him away.

When they reached his quarters, the doors opened to a lavish chamber gleaming with gold light. Three Dornian women awaited him inside, their forms poised and graceful.

Lysera gestured elegantly. “These will be your attendants for the evening, sir Thokk.”

She motioned toward them one by one. “Xenara. Velanthis. Nuvira.” Each of them bowed deeply as their names were called. “Since they share your heritage, we’ve chosen the finest among our Dornian staff. They will cater to all your needs…” Her lips curved faintly. “…and I do mean all your needs.”

Battle Beast’s eyes gleamed with curiosity, his eyes gleamed with confusion but also excitement.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Lysera said smoothly, turning toward the door as it sealed behind her.

And just like that, Battle beast was left to his own given harem.