Building Interstellar Empire With Universal Synthesis

General Index:

​[ Name: Neo Godson ]

​[ Age: 20 ]

​[ Race: Human ]

​[ Species: Hellfire Eragon (Variant) ]

​[ Lifespan: 250 ]

​[ Affiliation: Zenith Empire, Sol-III ]

​[ Biological Modifications: Spirit-Iron + Mystic Wolf + Titanium + Slime + Undead + Merfolk ]

​[ Wealth: $1,410,600,200 FD (Federal Dollars) | 3,000 UC (Universal Credits) ]

​Physical Index:

​[ Strength: 80 ]

​[ Agility: 75 ]

​[ Vitality: 76 (Health: 100%) ]

​[ Endurance: 76 ]

​[ Reaction Speed: 59 ]

​[ Recovery Rate: 55 ]

​Magical Index:

​[ Physiques: Titanium Tempest Body (D), Primordial Demon Physique (D) ]

​[ Cosmic Force: 6,355 ]

​[ Nether Force: 390 ]

​[ Skills: Vellsing Transformation (D), Water Breathing (E), Spirit Eyes (D), Hydro Manipulation (D) ]

​[ Unique Talents: Universal Synthesis (Supreme), Godsmith (Legendary), Necromancy (Legendary) ]

​From his stats, Neo was nowhere near the rank of a Type 6 Beyonder.

​He was at Type 7 (Peak) at best.

​The gap may seem little, but it is a chasm in reality.

​A Metahuman’s cosmic force and abilities are far stronger than a Superhuman’s.

​For example, Metahumans can fly, but superhumans cannot.

​Despite knowing all the facts, Neo did not retreat.

​Because he wanted to test his limits. He wanted to face a real opponent.

​One could say he was mad and risking his life unnecessarily.

​But Neo learned the truth: Only through knowing one’s strengths and weaknesses can a Beyonder learn and grow better.

​And in his case, he was a Dominator. Cowering away was not an option.

​So with mad, unwavering determination in his heart, Neo extended his demonic claws, which were stronger than dark Adamantite, as he poured nether energy into them.

​And his massive legs dug two feet into the ground, his arms swelling and revealing explosive muscles that would fail even the toughest bodybuilders.

​And his dark, void-like eyes were seeing only the incoming Sword Arc with the assistance of Spirit Eyes.

​The Sword Slash of Heaven’s Eclipse loomed just right before his raised claws.

​Against its terrifying power, his claws looked feebly weak.

​It was as if an ant was trying to defy the Heavens. But this ant did not know only destruction awaited him.

​However, when the sword strike collided with the set of claws, a different scene played out.

​Hummmm!

​Those elongated demonic claws coated with demonic energy resisted the attack perfectly, reflecting its destructive rays onto the surrounding environment.

​Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

​Wherever a scattered ray struck, it created a burning crater 10 meters deep with nothing remaining except ashes and burnt soil.

​"Impossible!"

​"H-he deflected the Heaven’s Eclipse strike! How is this possible! It is one of the most powerful Spells in Saint Land."

​"Does this mean the demons are going to rise once more?"

As the dust and ashes parted, it revealed a haggardly breathing Zephys. His arms trembled uncontrollably, but he was alive.

​The Inquisitor had to rub his eyes to make sure he was not seeing an illusion.

​But the reality could not be denied. The demon was still standing, alive and well.

​At that moment, a rumbling voice echoed from the stratosphere, "Capture him, Raegon! Do not let him escape!"

​The voice came from the Solar Saint himself, and the Inquisitor could perfectly understand the intent behind it.

​Zephys needed to be investigated thoroughly.

​However, when he turned around, he saw the place where Zephys had stood was entirely empty.

​Demon Zephys had escaped.

​"Search for him! The Solar Saint wants him alive!" the Inquisitor relayed the command before heading in a random direction himself.

​Meanwhile, Neo had already crossed several miles, calmly reverting back to his human form.

​He paused to rest under the soothing shade of a tree. However, not long after, the Inquisitor coincidentally flew right over his head.

​The Inquisitor glanced at him, but taking him for an insignificant human, he left.

​Neo exhaled a breath of relief. Looking at the flying Metahuman, he clenched his fist hard. "It seems I am still not strong enough to challenge a Metahuman to a fair fight."

​"No matter... Once I find some suitable vessels to synthesize with, I can become a Metahuman easily. For now, let me find out how the elves are doing."

After a brief moment to catch his breath, Neo pushed off the ground, his enhanced legs propelling him forward as he resumed his sprint through the marshland.

​Just as his figure disappeared into the distance, the shadows beneath a twisted tree rippled like dark liquid silk.

A figure of a woman stepped through.

She was a vision of absolute, intoxicating beauty. Her skin was a flawless, milky white, looking as smooth and soft as porcelain under the filtered light. She possessed an exquisite, striking hourglass figure, with a dangerously narrow waist that flared out into lush, swaying hips, perfectly accentuated by her elegant yet revealing noble attire.

From her upper back, two magnificent, feathery midnight-black wings unfurled, rustling softly with every breathtaking step she took.

​Her face was a masterpiece of temptation.

Embedded perfectly in the center of her smooth forehead was a drop-of-blood red pearl that pulsed with a hypnotic crimson glow.

Her gaze locked onto the distant path Neo had taken, her full, juicy red lips parting into a mesmerizing wicked smile that could easily drive a man to madness.

Every movement she made was a masterclass in feline grace, carrying an undeniable aura of both supreme royalty and primal demonic danger.

​She lightly traced her plump lower lip with a slender, manicured finger

Her voice echoed like sweet honey as she whispered into the empty air. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

​"Father, it seems I have finally found the one you spoke of. The Demonic Empire will rise once again."

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After 20 minutes of high-speed travel, Neo finally crossed the marshland.

He landed smoothly on a high rocky outcropping that offered a perfect, unobstructed view of the massive valley below.

​What he saw immediately brought a sharp, calculating smile to his face.

​The valley was completely consumed by a chaotic battlefield.

On the northern front, a terrifying tide of dwarven riders charged forward. There were at least 50 thousand of them. They rode atop massive, steel-plated battle boars that snorted thick plumes of dark smoke. The dwarves wore heavy runic armor and wielded gigantic war hammers crackling with earth magic.

Their brutal charge created a localized earthquake, threatening to trample everything in their path into bloody paste.

​However, the Elven Army standing on the southern ridge did not show a single ounce of fear.