Abyssal Sovereign: The Demon's Dominion

The human race chat group was in turmoil. Seconds after Supremacy Angel's message, chaos erupted.

Croc of Azarel: Wow… Just like that, hell mode switched to nightmare mode.

Big Tiger Fist: What are we supposed to do now?

Lost Boy: Hide. My race excels at hiding I will be fine

Macrueeeeljk: Hide? Let them come. My race is powerful…

Hundreds of Hans poured out their fear, disbelief, and shock, their messages filled with a single, unspoken question:

Who betrayed us?

They all wondered. Who could be the traitor that condemned them to be hunted by the Angel Clan? Their multiverse just evolving was now on the brink of war.

Suddenly, a message silenced the group chat, casting a cold wave of fear through every Hans in the chat:

"Whoever betrayed us… I'll make sure they suffer. Their past and future will be erased from existence."

The sender was unmistakable: Mark, the undisputed Number One. The weight of his words blanketed the chat with a chilling silence.

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On a Low-Level Planet

Supremacy Angel's entire body shivered as he read Mark's message, a profound dread clawing at his chest. This was a quasi-Rank 3 being—a power so great that Supremacy Angel could hardly comprehend its extent.

"I need to survive… No one can know of my treason," he whispered to himself, every word laced with the bitterness of regret.

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Elsewhere, Sun Wukong floated in the cosmos, his golden cudgel resting on his shoulder as he gazed upon a distant universe. Though massive from afar, it seemed shallow to him—a thousand years of mayhem in this universe had made him a peak Rank 2.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"I must admit, your race's approach to power is… unique," his Titan Soul commented, resonating with newfound strength.

"Heh, maybe so. But I'm done here. Time to return to the Abyss," Sun Wukong replied, a grin stretching across his face as a portal opened before him leading to the abyss.

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Meanwhile, beyond the boundaries of universes, a colossal being raced through the cosmos. A single scale on its body dwarfed the size of a universe. This was Leo's father, surging toward the coordinates where his son was last detected—on the world Void occupied.

Across another realm, a female figure appeared, her radiance piercing through the cosmic dust. She was Doria's sister, and her fury echoed across universes. With every movement, cosmic energy fractured and reformed, leaving shockwaves in her wake. Both beings were hurtling toward Void's location, their anger a tangible force.

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On the Desolate Planet

Void watched as his amassed souls steadily climbed over the years, his power surging to new heights. Over time, he had come to understand how demons perceived eternity—years felt like mere moments.

The tree Void nurtured had grown into a towering monolith, bearing dark fruits and thriving in the decay that blanketed the world. It stood as the only sign of life in this vast, forsaken land, untouched by wind or sun, with only the SEIDES, Linkir,Sword Demon and void as living beings in this world apart from it.

After a millennium, his two loyal servants returned, kneeling before him. "Greetings, Master," they said in unison, their voices hollow.

Void smirked, intrigued. "Why the formality?"

Sword Demon spoke first, his gaze steely. "Master, in these thousand years, Linkir and I have… evolved. We've killed endlessly in your name, hardened ourselves beyond what we once were."

Void peered into their eyes and saw a void—an absence of empathy. They had transformed into perfect instruments of war, exactly as he had intended. His only plan wasn't for them to just kill after all as a quasi rank 3 being he can clean this world in less than a day but he wanted them to become this.

To become his "perfect slaves"

Void clapped, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. "Well done, both of you. Rise."

With a single thought, he summoned his system interface:

(Ding)

{Host: Void | Race: Primordial Demon | Rank: Quasi-Rank 3}

{Strength: Quasi-Rank 3 | Speed: Quasi-Rank 3 | Stamina: Quasi-Rank 3}

{Blessing: Son of the Abyss | Souls: 1,034,567/1,000,000 | Half Law: Fire 50%}

A grin stretched across his face as he felt his power swell. He was ready to ascend.

"Linkir, Sword Demon—I will be gone for a while. Return to the Abyss." He gestured toward the portal that had materialized beside him. With a nod, they stepped through, Sword Demon catching his first glimpse of the Abyss's raw, chaotic power, while Linkir entered with the comfort of one returning home.

When they were gone, Void exhaled, savoring the weight of his newfound strength. He glanced around, observing his surroundings with clarity he had never experienced before. It was as if he could perceive the universe on a fundamental level. Reality seemed to bend and warp around him.

He saw it all—space, time, and even the core makeup of the elements. Everywhere he looked, he could glimpse the past of this world—the ancient wars, the SEIDES invasion, and even his arrival.

And then, two colossal figures materialized before him, frozen in a moment of ancient conflict. Rank 3 beings, one from this world, the other from the SEIDES. They were locked in a violent struggle, their gaze fixed intently in his direction.

They were looking directly at him.

Void felt their power reach across the fabric of time, and he hastily closed his eyes, breaking the connection. When he opened them, the world had returned to normal.

"Such strength…" he murmured. "System, prepare the soul-splitting procedure. I want clones before I begin my breakthrough."

(Host's current clone capacity: 2. Recommended to wait until Rank 3 for optimal results)

"Proceed anyway," Void ordered, undeterred.

(Ding)

An intense surge of knowledge flooded his mind, a process more agonizing than anything he had ever experienced.

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In the Depths of a Ruined Universe

In the hollow remains of a dying universe, the Rank 3 SEIDES lay dormant, his vast form shifting in the shadows. A slight frown crossed his face as he sensed something—someone—staring back at him.

"He's about to reach Rank 3…" The SEIDES muttered, his gaze distant. "These primordial demons… their power defies reason."

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