Abyssal Sovereign: The Demon's Dominion

The only thing they could hope for was that their organization would send a stronger being, as the three simultaneously activated a distress signal through the bracelets on their wrists.

Now, all they could do was wait and pray the mentally unstable figure didn't kill them before help arrived.

"You didn't answer?" Junnie grinned, her voice laced with amusement as they spotted her perched atop a spaceship, lounging against it like it was a casual couch. Her figure was highlighted even more under the cosmic glow, drawing everyone's eyes to her.

That body was divine—smooth, flawless skin, curvaceous in all the right places, slender where it mattered.

A masterpiece. Even without seeing her face, they knew—she had to be beautiful. In fact, the most beautiful woman they had ever seen in their lives.

"I..." Wacko was the first to speak, his voice filled with confusion.

"You should honestly leave," the usually silent Nephem finally spoke. Everyone glanced at him… then promptly ignored him.

Was he a fool? If they could leave, they would've. But the way this woman stared at them—it screamed move and die. None of them dared.

Nephem merely shrugged, watching the situation unfold with calm indifference.

They were responsible for recruiting humans into the organization, and this was the best method—shock them, establish prestige. Once they demonstrated overwhelming strength, recruitment became child's play. In that regard, Nephem was fully in line with Junnie's approach.

The three—Rin, Wacko, and Jofin—were terrified, nervously anticipating what Junnie would do next.

The bystanders weren't faring much better. They still remembered the screams of their companion as that spaceship had been reduced to nothingness.

"Well, well. Since you aren't talking, and you don't want to dance... let's play a game. Extinction. I ask a question, you answer. Get it wrong—and you die. Sounds good and clear, right?" Junnie asked, her voice a mockery of sweetness, leaving everyone stunned.

Did she lose a screw in her head? Is she okay?

What kind of creature is this beautiful nightmare?

"I..." Rin stammered, unable to form words.

"She's strong... but what's more terrifying is that she's insane. We're all dead," Rin thought, trembling.

"Is she even human?" Jofin wondered, already planning to report this to the federation—if he survived.

"What... or who is she? She reminds me of... them," Wacko thought, shivering.

The bystanders were frozen. If even Rin, Wacko, and Jofin—three of the strongest present—hadn't moved since her arrival, what hope did they have?

They regretted coming. Worse, they regretted not leaving when Rin suggested it. They'd come for a show… and had become the show.

And now, their lives hung by a thread—or worse, maybe even death was guaranteed.

"You, who am I ?," Junnie suddenly pointed to a random spaceship. The being inside was so terrified he fell onto his butt.

What does she mean? How would I know?! I can't read minds! Fuck—this is a trap I can't escape no matter what I do!

"B-Beautiful... beautiful female," he stammered, and everyone shook their heads.

So stupid—but they couldn't blame him. In his shoes, none of them would've done better. Everyone was silently praying they wouldn't be chosen next.

"Wrong. Hahaha. I'm just a general—and one of the weakest in my master's army. Extinction, then." Junnie grinned, and a bloodcurdling scream echoed from the ship's communicator.

No one wanted to know what had happened inside. The sound was enough.

"You. What's the name of our organization?" Junnie pointed to another ship. The previous one was now just an empty husk, drifting aimlessly in space. Its owner was dead.

"I'm… th-the… Wild Shade Group," the being stammered, and everyone's eyes widened in horror.

It might be true. Members of that group were notorious—crazy, powerful, and fanatically devoted to a god they knew nothing about. But the power they received from him was real. Their minds, however, were clearly missing a few screws.

"Hahaha. Correct." Junnie smirked. The chosen being let out a sigh of relief—and so did the others. At least now they knew who she was. That gave them a chance to answer properly.

"So that's it…" Jofin clenched his fists in silent rage. This terrorist group had killed countless humans each year, sacrificing them to their god.

The Federation had tried countless methods to stop them—all in vain. Their hideouts were always hidden. The members were insane, refusing to speak even under the harshest torture, dying rather than betraying anything.

And now… a universal-level being from this group had shown up?

That meant their power level far surpassed the Federation's worst fears. Worse yet, this being was already encroaching into human territory.

"Hahaha, so wrong. What a fool." Junnie chuckled again. Everyone's eyes shrank in horror.

A massive explosion followed. The targeted spaceship vanished—swallowed into nothingness.

The sight sent a shockwave of fear through the onlookers. Some were horrified by the power of the Wild Shade Group. Others were confused.

If she's not from them… then what group does she belong to?

Only Jofin was truly horrified. He remembered what she said—about her master. And how she was only one of the weakest generals.

Weakest? She was a universal-level threat, maybe even more. There was nothing weak about her. But he could tell—she wasn't lying. That awe and reverence when she mentioned her master...

That raised the biggest, most terrifying question of all:

Who is this master she speaks of?

What organization is this?

Is it new and unknown… or an ancient group lost to time?

Or worse—was it one of the old monsters hiding within the Federation itself, finally making their move? Jofin racked his brain in fear, trying to figure it out.

Junnie continued her twisted quiz, each wrong answer bringing death. More and more died. Screams of agony became a background noise—one everyone was numb to. Grief filled the air, yet no one dared to resist.

Finally, Junnie yawned.

"Boring," she muttered, her eyes locking onto the three strongest—Wacko, Jofin, and Rin.

"Let's have fun with you three," Junnie said, flashing a smile that sent chills down their spines.

Terror surged in their hearts.

That "fun" she mentioned?

It was death.

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