Abyssal Sovereign: The Demon's Dominion

On the fourth layer of space, a lonely island drifted quietly. It wasn't too big—just a few meters wide. At its center stood a solitary figure. He had slightly dark skin and maintained a strange posture. His entire body was suspended in the air, balanced only by a single fingernail—yes, not a thumb, but his fingernail.

His upper body was ripped—sleek, lean, and explosively built. This was Void. And he was being watched by Linkir, who had just appeared.

"Void," Linkir called softly as Void's closed eyes opened and locked onto her.

He slowly shifted, rising from the precarious posture to stand upright. He gazed at her.

"Is the trial over?" Void asked with a smile as a throne made of bones materialized behind him. He sat down, bare-chested, as Linkir responded.

"Yes," she replied.

"How many survivors?" Void asked calmly.

"For those between the Planetary Realm and the Evolved Realm, there are one thousand in total. We also have ten Galaxy-level beings," Linkir answered.

"I was expecting only a hundred... but whatever. Tell me, how strong are they?" Void asked.

"They're about 1/20th as strong as Aerons with Primordial Demon blood like us," Linkir responded.

Void laughed. "Perfect then. You're the ones leading this organization. Do as you see fit."

He waved his hand dismissively. But Linkir's gaze turned slightly colder.

"And you?" she asked.

Void stepped closer, until they were eye-level. His blazing red eyes met hers.

"And since when do I tell you where I go?" he said, his tone turning cold, voice sharp.

"Where are you going?" Linkir asked, her tone calm, unfazed.

"Haha... fine, fine, you win. Always trying to gauge me. Like trying to enslave beings like you," Void said indifferently.

Then—silence. A terrifying aura descended, shaking the fourth layer of space. Void's body creaked as his knees wobbled. Space-time laws wrapped around them, and timelines flashed by. Neither of them truly existed in space or time—they were Fifth Dimensional beings.

"Hahahahaha... If not for the fact that I still have use for you, you'd be dead," Void said flatly.

Linkir smiled, and her aura vanished.

"Master, you'll be leaving soon. You know that, right?" she asked.

Void sighed and looked off into the distance.

"Yes… after all, they're getting restless. Four multi-universal level beings in one foreign organization? That's too much," Void said with a grin.

He already knew what was coming. But for events to proceed as they should, the Dreadborne Organization needed to make a move—and he needed to cooperate. Of course, he could refuse, and an all-out war would begin. But honestly, he was bored. He wanted to see what they would do.

When they learned about Void, that old man and his guardian became cautious. Now with Alayot, Linkir, and Nix… three more powerhouses—it was too much. They had two choices: fight, or incapacitate the most dangerous one—Void.

"Well, you should leave. Make sure nothing happens to the Dreadborne Organization. Or else... Abyssal Demons will pour in from the abyss, and this place will descend into chaos. Remember, we're starting our organization from here," Void instructed.

"I oblige, my lord," Linkir replied, bowing on one knee before vanishing.

Watching her leave, Void chuckled.

"You're already at Rank 3... So, you wanted to test how strong I am? To see when you'd strike in the future? Too bad. You can't even comprehend the massive difference between Rank 3 beings, let alone what I've become," Void mused.

He clenched his fist, and cracks spread through the fourth layer of space—but they healed immediately.

Inside, his blood surged violently. A terrifying force coursed through him. Outwardly, he looked the same. But inside, he was something else entirely. Before, he was just a Primordial Demon at Rank 3. But now... he had unlocked his body's full potential. With this, he could challenge even stronger beings without his body collapsing.

"System, do you know the realms of those who are coming?" Void asked.

(Finally, the host is using the system. Five beings are coming—three from the Federation and Military, and two from the Mercenary Guild and Nightblood Organization. All of them are at early Rank 3.)

"How thoughtful of them. And this… this was bound to happen, wasn't it?" Void asked calmly.

From the start, he'd treated this system as an auxiliary. He became a demon thanks to the sacrifice and plans of his former universe. The system was a method of control. But the universe miscalculated. Their strength and evolution—and the shift from their original souls to new bodies—meant many had two forms. The system no longer worked as intended for most. Many had abandoned it.

In essence, the system lacked full control over them—unlike other systems.

(Yes, host... I have failed as a newborn system.)

"Hmm. So, are you ready to tell me where you're from? What you really are? Even now, as a Rank 3 being, I still can't see through you," Void asked with a small laugh.

(No, host. It goes against our guidelines. If I tried, I'd be destroyed immediately. But don't worry—I exist only to serve you. Everything is good.)

"Yes... it is," Void replied with a faint smile.

But deep down, he knew it wasn't.

"Is this a trap laid by a higher being?" Void muttered. "Think about it… Most sons of planes are blessed with something—usually a system. Just like how I was. The system was meant to control me. Even if I grow stronger, I'll still be influenced by it. Missions, restrictions... searching for my former universe's consciousness. So that means others with systems are the same. Basically, all systems are tools created by stronger beings to mold powerful soldiers under them."

He grinned darkly.

"Maybe I should make my own."

He remained calm. After all, this system couldn't do anything to him. It could only perform its designated tasks—and that was it.

Just as Void was contemplating the idea, five powerful auras appeared in the fourth layer of space.

Five beings—four male, one female—emerged, their terrifying pressure directed squarely at Void.

Void raised his head to face them. They had just broken through to Rank 3, but their auras were stable. Clearly not a forced breakthrough.

Currently, in his human form, Void was at early Rank 3. But in his demon form, he was already at quasi-middle Rank 3.

"Is this the being we were sent to subdue?" an arrogant voice rang out.

A man with a sharp face and elegant attire stepped forward. He was clearly one of the three from the Federation—likely from an aristocratic family. Arrogant, entitled, and unafraid, he spoke his mind without hesitation.

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