Abyssal Sovereign: The Demon's Dominion-Chapter 185 - 184: After math

Drezan single-handedly entered the main cave of the mutant rock rabbit, destroyed the treasure, and eliminated the peak Universal-level being. The shockwave of his actions rippled across the battlefield. When he returned, humanity's morale surged to its peak, and they pushed back the other races—an event that became a turning point in their future victory.

"Drezan? And who are you...?" he asked calmly. He knew every Universal-level being—they were all registered in the Federation, even those sycophants from the Wild Shade Group. But the woman before him? He couldn't place her. She wasn't on the list.

Did she come from outside the multiverse? Another race? Another human faction? Drezan wondered as he waited for her answer.

"Junnie, a general under my master," she replied,drezan

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nodding slightly.

Definitely not from this multiverse.

"Who's your master?" Drezan asked. Maybe he was wrong—maybe those old foxes in the Federation were making a move. But hurting one of their own?

Drezan was filled with doubt, but he waited for her response.

"You are not worthy of knowing," Junnie said indifferently.

Gasps escaped from the surrounding crowd.

How dare she say that to General Drezan? Does she not know who he is?

"I guess I'll have to convince you," Drezan said calmly as he moved.

Just one punch.

Boom...

Junnie and Nephem were launched into the sky, vanishing from sight.

"Is she that weak?" someone said joyfully through the communicator.

"I knew it! The General is strong. Who does that bitch think she is? She's not even close to his level," another said, rejoicing.

"Hm," a cold hum silenced them all. Junnie reappeared in front of Drezan, while Nephem was flung several light-years away.

Unscathed, she grinned slightly. "Is that all?" she asked.

Drezan chuckled. "Far from it."

The two smiled, and in that instant, space ruptured, time distorted, and a forbidden zone formed around them.

With a wave of Drezan's hand, all spectators vanished. They reappeared in another galaxy—Wacko, Rin, and Jofin among them.

Drezan had removed them from the battlefield.

A true general of humanity—one who cared for his people.

Boom...

A thunderous sound echoed as multiple layers of space, up to the third layer, cracked. Junnie smiled faintly at Drezan, then her expression darkened as she prepared to strike.

"Thank your lucky stars," she said indifferently. Then she and Nephem turned and vanished into the new galaxy.

Drezan smiled wearily as a trace of blood trickled down his lips.

"She's strong... The Federation will be shaken by her. And she's only a general under her master," Drezan thought. "He might have more... possibly even stronger ones. Her master must be a multi-universe-level being."

She wasn't part of the Federation. Her strength was approaching mid-Universe level, but her body... her body rivaled the peak of Universe level. Terrifying.

Taking one last glance at the galaxy, Drezan disappeared.

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Inside the new galaxy, as they neared their base, Junnie suddenly stopped and coughed up blood before losing consciousness.

"Junnie!" Nephem called, catching her quickly.

Frowning, he flew towards their base—a massive solar planet already built by Sword Demon. He entered swiftly and found Sword Demon waiting.

"Master wants to see us all. Linkir is back. Wait... what happened to Junnie?" Sword Demon asked as he walked over.

He was slightly taller than Nephem. He, Nephem, and Alayot were all tall—ranging from 1.9 to 2.3 meters—each handsome in his own right, only their hair differentiating them.

Sword Demon exuded an immortal aura and peerless elegance. Nephem, with his white hair, had a chill, comfortable vibe. He wore a long, black high-collar coat that brushed his ankles, silver-lined edges catching the light with each step. A deep V-neck black shirt hugged his frame, paired with slim-fit tactical pants adorned with subtle silver straps. Polished black leather boots grounded his stride. A single obsidian-studded ring and a silver chain bracelet accented his look. Black gloves completed it—his presence whispered danger, elegance, and dominance.

The two entered, with Nephem carrying Junnie.

Of course, her soft body pressed against him—his eyes twitched slightly.

She really is beautiful, he thought as they reached a door.

Their expressions turned serious as they stepped inside.

It was a grand hall, with a massive throne and many seats below it. Inside sat Linkir, Nix, and Alayot—and on the throne, a slightly dark-skinned human.

"Master," both Nephem and Sword Demon said, kneeling.

Void waved his hand, and they stood, taking their seats. Junnie was placed gently on a bed in the corner.

Void glanced at her and grinned.

"I see now," he said with a slight smile.

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Meanwhile, in a distant galaxy...

Drezan appeared and scanned the survivors. He knew that for such a special galaxy, at least two hundred rogue galaxy-level beings should've been there—yet only a dozen survived.

That Junnie… she's something else, he thought.

He looked at the three prodigies from the major organizations—each destined to become Universal-level beings in the future. If any of them had died, humanity would've been shaken. Thankfully, all were safe.

As Drezan approached their spaceship, he felt something… off. He looked toward the direction of the galaxy.

"What was that…?" Drezan whispered, shocked.

He felt someone watching him—through time. No, more like someone was observing his past. Time itself felt turbulent, and a gaze pierced him from all directions.

"Definitely… multi-universe-level," Drezan muttered with a frown.

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"Well, it seems this multiverse is special," Void commented as his generals looked at him.

"Well then, Linkir, you may begin since everyone is here," Void said as Linkir nodded and stepped forward. Her voice was calm and composed, yet carried a natural authority—a tough woman backed by immense personal power.

Even among Void's generals, she was deeply respected.

When Nix first arrived, she despised her. But Linkir quickly proved why she was the first to serve under Void . Her strength stood just beneath Void's, and her leadership, strength, and wisdom were truly commendable.

"Master, I searched and infiltrated the organizations. I discovered that this universe was originally meant for humanity alone. But as they entered the interstellar age, they began enhancing themselves through genetics. They integrated the abilities of powerful races into their DNA—strength from the Dragon Race, speed from the Space Eagle Beasts, and so on. Humans abducted powerful creatures across their universe, experimenting on them to harvest their genetic traits, making themselves stronger and stronger."

"Eventually, they became the dominant force in their universe. Then they encountered stronger races beyond, but rather than submit, they fought—and when victorious, they captured and experimented on them too. It became a danger for all other species, so a large-scale, multiversal law was enforced against them. But it was too late. Humanity already had beings at the universal and even multiversal levels—and they won."

"In that war, a few beings stood out—one of them being General Drezan in his beast form..." Linkir mentioned a few others as the generals nodded, taking note of the universal-level threats.

"As for the multiversal-level beings, no information exists. They're completely unknown," Linkir added, and Void nodded.

"As expected," Void thought.

"With those beings, humanity conquered everything, enslaving others and becoming the leading force of the multiverse. Then, four factions rose from humanity's dominance. The first was The Federation—the largest power, containing some multiversal-level beings. Although the royal family leads it, the real decisions come from a council of five powerful aristocratic families with the royal family. The Federation also commands the strongest military, where figures like General Drezan reside."

"The second faction is the Mercenary Group, followed by the Night Blood Clan—a chaotic mix of thieves, pirates, and criminals. But the fourth faction is the most terrifying..."

"The Wild Shade Group," she said darkly. "A terrorist organization opposing humanity, intent on their destruction. They've remained silent for some time now. They worship an unknown god, which the Federation believes to be a higher-level Chaos Beast. It grants them power, and their faith is utterly fanatical."

Linkir finished as everyone digested her report.

"For a functioning civilization, there must always be a balance between good and evil," Void mused internally. He wasn't surprised.

A civilization without a dark side would eventually crumble. Good and evil must coexist—balancing one another.

"Generals," Void spoke coldly, "the four factions of humanity will soon become five."

He turned to one of his generals. "Sword Demon—seek out Drezan in the Federation's headquarters. Injure him. Let our organization make a name for itself. Then, recruit from within."

Sword Demon nodded, already eager to battle the being who had seriously injured Junnie.

"As for the name of our organization... well, it will be—"

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