Abyssal Sovereign: The Demon's Dominion-Chapter 186 - 185: report

"Dreadborne..." Void said after a short silence. Although he merely spoke without exerting any strength, those present felt a slight shift in space. A tremble coursed through reality, and the river of time became turbulent.

The name Dreadborne existed outside of time itself.

"Alright, now that the name is decided... Sword Demon, off you go." Void waved his hand as his figure disappeared.

Appearing outside the galaxy, Sword Demon smiled. With a flick of his wrist, a creature surged from his sleeve, expanding rapidly.

A giant beast spanning light-years in size emerged. Its familiar head and massive wings revealed its identity—a dragon. Four-limbed and majestic, its golden body shimmered with mystery and power. Its scales gleamed with courage, magnificence, and unshakable strength.

"Yo, reduce it a bit—we might scare them." Sword Demon chuckled just as a terrifying roar escaped the dragon's mouth.

"ROAR!!!"

Space ruptured as the sound echoed across galaxies.

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At the Federation, Drezan arrived with others, carrying Jofin. Two mysterious beings with veiled faces awaited them.

Drezan nodded and handed Rin and Wacko to them. They were from the Night Blood Clan and the Mercenary Group.

Without delay, they left with Rin and Wacko, while Jofin was taken for immediate treatment. His injuries were severe.

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Drezan was relieved Junnie hadn't used her law—otherwise, Jofin might have already died.

"Now, time to report to the big wigs," Drezan muttered with a sigh.

Around him, a beautiful city pulsed with life—flying spacecraft, artifact-crafted homes, and a clean, vibrant environment. People moved about, trading and chatting in the bustling atmosphere.

With two steps, Drezan arrived in a stricter, more militarized zone. Beings in futuristic armor patrolled everywhere, and in the center stood a massive parliament building.

Sighing, Drezan walked forward and entered. Guards saluted him, and he nodded in return.

He moved through a grand hall lined with relics of warfare—from ancient spears and swords to nuclear warheads and even dimensional reduction weapons.

Eventually, he reached a separate room. Even outside, he could feel the pressure—heavy and immense.

The military had clearly been expecting him.

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Inside, Drezan saw many familiar faces. Generals of equal rank sat around, but on the main seat sat a man wearing a lion mask.

This was the Marshal—the supreme commander of the military. The Federation's military was led by a multi-universe-level being, and this was the man.

"I greet the Marshal," Drezan said respectfully.

"At ease. Take a seat," the Marshal replied.

Drezan sat as the others nodded in greeting, awaiting his report.

"Well, everyone… I reached the galaxy. It's special—overflowing with resources. Possibly even more than a universe. Maybe it's a ruin. More importantly, Jofin is severely injured—same with Wacko and Rin."

Gasps filled the room.

"Is he?" one general asked, stunned.

"Yes. He's at the medical center. He'll recover, thankfully." Drezan's words drew sighs of relief. If anything happened to Jofin, they'd lose a potential future universal-level powerhouse.

"Same with Wacko and Rin. As for the one who did it—it appeared human, or at least took a human form. Its strength? Around universal level 5 or 6… but its physical power was at level 9."

His words sent shockwaves across the room.

"Impossible. Each level is a massive chasm! How?" a general exclaimed.

"Are you certain, Drezan?" another questioned.

"If that's true… she's terrifying," a third murmured.

"It is true. And yes—she's terrifying. From what I gathered, she's merely a general in some unknown organization."

The room went silent, expressions grim.

"You didn't follow her?" someone asked.

"I didn't dare. There was someone else… someone whose aura mirrored yours, Marshal," Drezan said gravely.

A heavy silence followed.

That meant a multi-universe-level being.

"Drezan, are you certain?" one general asked.

"Who else could make me afraid?" Drezan countered, silencing the room.

He was right—Drezan was already at the peak of the universal level. Only the opportunity to break through to multi-universe level remained.

"Could it be one of the parliament members? Or royalty?" the Marshal asked. It wasn't far-fetched—several multi-universe beings existed among the royal families and aristocrats. Even the military had a few.

But the military was never stronger than them, especially since some of those same multi-universe beings were part of it.

"I doubt it. They'd never attack knowing the consequences. Besides, what's the motive?" Drezan said, still puzzled.

"We never truly understand their thoughts," the Marshal replied.

"Still, from your account, it sounds like a new force. Possibly even one from outside..."

That thought darkened the room.

If it came from outside their multi-universe region... that was dangerous.

Beings at the multi-universe level couldn't die. Destroy their body and soul, and they'd return—stronger. The only option was to trap them.

If they attacked now and failed to trap this being, the consequences could be catastrophic.

The being could wage a ceaseless war of revenge capable of shattering humanity and the Federation.

In truth, the aristocrats and officials would likely welcome such a being. One more ally at that level was valuable.

Instead of an enemy, they'd make a friend. Then they'd quietly plant spies and take control from the inside.

If that failed—then they'd tear the organization apart and trap the multi-universe being forever.

"Thank you for your service, Drezan," the Marshal finally said.

"It's my pleasure."

Just as Drezan spoke, a roar echoed—reverberating through time itself.

Everyone turned toward the source.

"Drezan..." a voice called.

He glanced at the Marshal, who nodded.

Drezan vanished, reappearing beside Sword Demon.

The Federation panicked from the roar, but officials quickly moved to calm the people.

Elsewhere, in a grand palace, an old man with a white beard leaned on a crooked staff, speaking weakly.

"Hmm… another entertaining event," he said, relaxing on a lavish couch.

Behind him stood a man in a black mask, his gaze locked on a distant galaxy. It passed Sword Demon and locked directly onto Void.

"Should I kill him?" the masked man asked.

"Hahaha, no... don't. I haven't been entertained in years," the old man chuckled.

Then—

"Oh… hello," a deep, chilling voice whispered.

The masked man's fingers twitched.

CRACK.

Third space shattered. The fourth layer of space appeared—and it, too, began to break.

Such a reaction… just from a finger twitch.

"Hello, kid," the old man with gray hair laughed.

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Back in the galaxy, the connection was severed.

Void frowned.

"Rank 4..."

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