Abyssal Sovereign: The Demon's Dominion-Chapter 292 - 291: voices

"Your first mission ,

I need you to gather information on a particular race."

In the throne room of the Wild Shade Organization headquarters, the leader spoke calmly. Standing before him was Darwin , a being reborn, now possessing the might of a Multi-Universal Realm existence.

"At your service, Leader," Darwin replied, bowing his head in respect.

"The race is called Daemon

or Demon in simpler terms. Their origins are unknown, and their only purpose seems to be destruction. Everywhere they go, chaos follows. Yet, they keep a low profile. Their destruction never escalates to the point that the Federation intervenes. I want you to investigate them ,their strengths, their weaknesses, and their intentions," the leader ordered in his composed tone.

"As you command," Darwin said before disappearing into the void.

The leader leaned back on his throne, his eyes gleaming faintly.

"Hmm... they might prove useful in the coming war," he murmured quietly.

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At the others side of the fitel...

Night had fallen. Three men sat around a blazing fire.

"I don't think either of you truly understands the kind of torture she'll endure," Hercules said grimly, his gaze fixed on the flames.

"Desperate times call for desperate measures," Kratos replied, his deep voice calm but resolute.

Hercules sighed, his eyes reflecting the firelight. The words of Kratos echoed in his mind. "I see… you know humans all too well," he muttered. Hercules had seen humanity's nature firsthand — their wildness, their brilliance, and their cruelty.

"Yes, I do," Kratos said. "In a week, we should visit the humans. By then, they'll have gathered information about Rose."

"Agreed," Hercules nodded.

"Wait," Abornim called out, causing both men to turn toward him.

"What is it?" Hercules asked, his tone tinged with annoyance.

"If humans are truly as you describe , greedy and unpredictable

do you think they'll cooperate? Or will they try to capture us?" Abornim asked, his eyes sharp. The question made both powerhouses fall silent.

Seeing he had their attention, Abornim continued coldly, "We must show them we stand as equals if we expect cooperation. And Rose... she can serve as a bargaining chip."

The wind howled, feeding the flames as they roared higher.

"We'll do that," the two men replied almost in unison.

A faint grin crept onto Abornim's face.

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Deep within a secret base on Earth…

Rose hung suspended against a large white wall, bound by cuffs that dug deep into her wrists and ankles. Her body was frail, her skin pale from dehydration. She had lost count of how much blood they had drained from her. Her vision blurred with exhaustion.

The room was blindingly white, illuminated by a light that never went out. The door only opened a few times each day

once to deliver food, tasteless yet sufficient to keep her alive for the next extraction.

Rose felt less than human. Not even a slave.

A lab rat , a tool.

"Let me in… I can end your suffering. I can give you power beyond imagination…" a voice whispered again, its tone smooth yet venomous.

Rose's face twisted in pain. "No… no… leave me! I won't! Kratos and Abornim will come for me!" she shouted, shaking her head violently.

For days, this strange voice had haunted her — offering control, demanding submission. Each time, resisting became harder. And yet, she fought on.

Then came the voice again, darker, heavier.

"Soon, you will see the truth…" 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Its vile aura seeped into the room before fading away, leaving Rose trembling in silence.

"I'm… tired… I want to go home," she whispered, her voice weak as tears rolled down her cheeks.

Her body was covered in scars, her mind fraying at the edges.

"Why… Kratos… Abornim… save me…" she muttered before collapsing into unconsciousness.

On the other side of a transparent glass wall, several scientists observed her every movement.

"Gas inhaled. Subject has fallen asleep," one of them reported.

"Good. Prepare for Experiment X," the lead scientist said coldly, walking out of the chamber.

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At the core of the facility sat General Varkas in his office.

His desk was littered with open documents ,all of them related to Rose.

He took a slow puff from his cigar, gazing out at the clear blue sky and blazing sun.

"We'll bring change to this world," he muttered with a laugh.

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Far beyond the mortal plane — at the Fifth Layer of Space…

Void stood half-straight, half-kneeling, his breath shallow. Across from him, a being knelt — broken, bloodied, yet unyielding. Their battle had transcended worlds, tearing through realities and dimensions alike. Everything had trembled under their clash.

Void could feel those ominous eyes watching him

the Rank 4 beings. Yet he wasn't afraid. In truth, he welcomed their gaze.

Perhaps, one day, they might even be useful to him.

"You fought well," Void said quietly, his gaze falling upon the fallen Death Angel — wings torn, body riddled with unhealed wounds, an arm missing, chest torn open.

The angel looked up, one eye gone, voice faint.

"Go out… with a bang…"

Void paused — then laughed.

"I'll grant you that wish," he said with a grin.

He raised his sword high above his head. A wave of Origin Energy burst outward, so intense that even distant Rank 3 beings felt their bodies burn under the pressure. Those weaker quickly retreated, their instincts screaming of annihilation.

Void opened his Fourth Hole, releasing an infernal heat wave that distorted space itself.

With a single motion, his blade cleaved through the Death Angel.

An explosion of unimaginable magnitude erupted, vaporizing the angel completely.

When the light faded, Void stood amidst the blazing inferno — his back turned toward demons and angels alike.

For a moment, all Rank 3 beings froze.

They saw a vision — a glimpse of a future being whose face could not be seen, only his back, vast and immovable like a mountain. Darkness enveloped him; destruction followed his every step. Where he walked, only death remained.

And that being…

was Void.

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Deep in space, an enormous army moved relentlessly, filling the void with their presence. Planets, galaxies — all were reduced to dust in their wake. Their target? The Multiverse itself — a realm that Void and his followers planned to conquer.

Their advance grew fiercer, sweeping through locations like a raging storm consuming grain.

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