Abyssal Sovereign: The Demon's Dominion-Chapter 181 - 180: New multi universe

The massive army vanished into the multiverse, marking the official beginning of its destruction.

Void appeared, six humans standing behind him.

"Hey! You're under arrest. You're not authorized to fly in Empire airspace!" a voice shouted, just as a gigantic army of soldiers appeared. Most were on foot, but some flew in aircraft radiating immense energy.

"Futuristic empire... this universe is futuristic?" Void wondered as he observed their advanced technology.

Even those on the ground wore strange armor. It looked heavy, yet it clung to the body tightly and appeared light.

They held guns that could severely injure Rank 0 beings.

All wore masks, but their humanoid features were clear—hands, posture, proportions. Everything pointed to one fact: they were human.

"Humanity truly is monstrous. They're everywhere—and more often than not, they're the ones in charge. The human race... it might be more terrifying than the demons. Perhaps you're the real demons—so populous, and always pursuing destruction," Void thought coldly.

He and his generals hovered in the sky as another voice rang out.

"Surrender, you outlaws!" the leader ordered, pointing his weapon at Void and the others. If they didn't comply, they'd be shot without hesitation.

"Should I go the dark route?" Void mused with a grin. He waved his hand—and then…

The soldiers' eyes lost focus. Slowly, they removed their masks, revealing their human faces.

"Alayot, scan the surroundings and teleport us to a secure location. The rest of you—your faces must remain hidden.

Linkir, get me detailed information about this multiverse within a day.

Nix, gather intel on the strongest beings and organizations here.

Sword Demon, create an organization—you know what to do. Junnie, help him.

Our objective is to build a powerhouse faction in this multiverse. Once we're set, we sow chaos. Then we begin our conquest. But first, we need allies—strong ones. Nephem, Junnie, that's your job," Void commanded.

The six nodded firmly.

Void appeared on a gigantic planet, vast enough to span an entire solar system. Around it were constellations and colossal celestial bodies.

In essence, the place was a galaxy in itself.

"This seems like a good location, Master," Sword Demon said, and Void nodded.

The planet was stunning, teeming with powerful creatures at Rank 1, and even some Quasi-Rank 2 monsters. This galaxy was rich in resources.

"Good. Build us a base," Void ordered, and Sword Demon began his task.

Meanwhile, Linkir and Nix set off. Alayot assisted Sword Demon, while Junnie and Nephem departed the galaxy for their assignments.

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Outside the galaxy…

Huge space fleets drifted in the void. A few beings hovered in space—galaxy-level entities.

In this multiverse, power ranks were:

Evolved

Legendary

Planetary

Galaxy

Universe

Multiverse

Most people never advanced beyond the Legendary Rank, but once one achieved the Planetary Rank, they officially became a powerhouse. From then on they can survive in space.

Each rank was further divided into nine levels, from one to nine.

Everyone in space now was a Galaxy-level being, a rare sight—except for moments like this.

"Let's just fight for it. Winner takes all," a massive human with one eye growled. His aura was immense, his build terrifying—he was powerful, and it showed.

"Idiot. I knew these bandits groups had no brains—just muscle," a more refined man replied, his physique akin to a Greek god. His aura, calm but deadly, ranked among the strongest present.

"I'll be honest—the Mercenary King No. 9 sent me here. All of you should leave," a third voice cut in, silencing the tension between the two.

The gathered warriors froze.

The other galaxy-level beings were lone warriors from different planets—unaffiliated.

But everyone knew of Mercenary King No. 9.

In this multiverse, there were three feared powers, well four with the last being the wild shade group but they aren't

part of humanity (terrorist and betrayals of the human race):

The Federation's military

The Night Blood Clan (a bandits group)

The Mercenary Group

The Mercenary Group had ten kings, second only to the Mercenary God.

Each king was among the strongest Universe-level beings, ranked in the top 100 on the Tidal Ranking.

That meant… out of tens of thousands of Universe-level beings, these ten stood at the very peak.

To be in the top 100 was to have power over universes—they could shape destinies, destroy realities, and alter laws of existence.

Time, space, reality—nothing was fixed in their presence. Their lifespans were infinite, their presence ancient.

At Planetary Rank, your lifespan reached tens of thousands of years.

At Galaxy Rank, beings were at least tens of thousands of years old.

But Universe-level beings? Who could say how long they had existed?

And Multiverse-level beings? Even more terrifying.

It was widely rumored that one resided in the Federation, another possibly in the Night Blood Clan, and the Mercenary God might be one as well.

Regardless, the Mercenary Group had influence—and they were in alliance with the Federation.

"Rin," the one-eyed man muttered.

Though he had just argued with the other man, this was something even he couldn't ignore.

He was weaker than the Greek-looking warrior, but if he could take this galaxy, he was confident he'd break through to the Peak of Galaxy Rank, maybe even reach Universe Level.

Who didn't dream of power?

"Wacko, leave. Not just you—everyone. This galaxy now belongs to the Mercenaries. Anyone who stays will face me in a life-or-death battle," Rin declared coldly.

"Huh? Wait, what?!"

"Just like that?!"

"The Mercenary Group is too much. How can they do this…?"

Though the other galaxy-level beings complained, they all backed off.

They boarded their ships and drifted away, none daring to challenge the order.

Though they didn't leave entirely, they created distance. Rin didn't mind.

Her mission was almost complete… except for Wacko and Jofin, who remained.

One was a member of a bandits group that plagued nations. The other was likely from the Federation.

As mercenaries, they were like soldiers who took assignments from the Federation but remained independent.

Even so, facing them both wasn't wise—but Rin had to grit her teeth.

She was just relieved the bandits group wasn't here in full strength, or she would be overwhelmed.

The Mercenary Group was powerful—but even they couldn't face three major forces at once.

In the end, it was all about background.

The one with the boldest heart—and the biggest backing—would claim the prize.

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