Building Interstellar Empire With Universal Synthesis

"A domainless Dominator they said? Arrogant fools!" Neo murmured as the Ghost began to depart through its warp drives.

​"Neo, are you feeling okay?" Elena asked worriedly.

​Sitting on the bridge, Neo flashed a cold smile.

​"Of course I am fine. What could happen to me?"

​Noir appeared inside the deck like a liquid shadow.

​She snorted angrily.

​"I was ready to burn their insignificant world if it had come to that, Neo."

​She looked at him with adoration.

​"And I appreciate it, Noir,’" he replied, looking at the cascading colors through the glass window.

​The ship was crossing distances at millions of miles per second, yet the crew barely felt the change.

​"What is next?" Noir asked, appearing to his left, while Elena occupied his right.

​Neo rested his chin on his hand against the armrest, as if he was deeply contemplative.

​But a blink of an eye later, he smiled. "They said I do not have a domain, did they not? Let us find our own domain then."

​The smile was predatory, promising only destruction.

​Days passed into a blur of space.

​Fifteen days later, the Ghost appeared near a solar sector.

​However, he did not go to the Sol sector, nor did he target any territory of the United Federation.

​Instead, he decided to begin with the very planet where his journey began.

​The Blue Slime Planet.

​The same dough-shaped planet where the Red Slimes and Blue Slimes lived in constant conflict.

​The same place Atlas was born.

​The same place Neo received the mandate of an Emperor.

​At that time, Neo was alone.

​But this time, he had an army of 25,000 warriors, all Type 7 Beyonders.

​It was not large enough to cause an interstellar war, but it was enough to bathe the slimes in a sea of despair.

​The Titan-class ship cast a colossal shadow over the world, and all the slimes and human travelers felt a terrible premonition.

​They looked up at the sky, and their mouths fell open in awe and terror.

​’What is that giant thing blocking the sun?’ a Blue Slime squeaked, its gelatinous body trembling violently.

​’Is it another act of the Red devils? No, the energy feels entirely different... it feels like pure death!’ a veteran Red Slime gurgled in absolute panic, its core vibrating with fear.

​’Look at those auras! They are too strong! Run! Hide in the deep caves! We cannot fight monsters of that caliber!’ another screamed.

​’Forget the Red Slime war! If we do not retreat now, our entire race will be wiped out!’ an elder slime shouted as utter chaos erupted across the dough-shaped terrain.

​The main hull of the ship opened right above their atmosphere, revealing the silhouettes of stellar warriors that had just gone through a hellish trial.

​And commanding them was none other than a young human draped in a dark military suit.

​Not all of them could see the invaders from such a distance, but those who did became scared shitless.

​Neo raised his hand over the planet and said,

​’Attack!’

​Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

​The elven warriors and archers dropped from the sky, deployed rapidly by the carrier ships.

​And at the very front was Atlas, the Undead Titan Slime.

The dough-shaped tourist world instantly transformed into a battlefield.

The invasion did not spark a prolonged war. It was a perfectly executed, one-sided massacre that concluded in a mere 48 hours.

​Atlas, the Undead Titan Slime, served as the vanguard.

Boink!

He crashed into the heart of the Red Slime territories like a meteor composed of pure death and necrotic energy.

His massive dark gelatinous form effortlessly absorbed the explosive elemental attacks of the Red Slime elites.

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Every time a Red Slime attempted to detonate its core in a desperate suicide attack, Atlas simply swallowed them whole, absorbing their violent energy to increase his own immense size.

​Concurrent battles raged across the crimson valleys and doughy plateaus, but the resistance was utterly futile.

The 25,000 Type 7 Elven warriors highly trained commandos. While thr archers’ magical arrows pinned the volatile red slimes to the ground before they could even initiate their defensive formations.

The stellar mages cast wide-area freezing spells, turning the aggressive red warriors into harmless, shattered ice sculptures.

​By the dawn of the second day, the high leaders of the Red Slime faction were thoroughly crushed.

The surviving Red Slime Kings, their bodies shrinking in size due to sheer terror and depleted energy, were dragged in glowing magical chains before Neo.

They bowed their glowing cores to the dirt, offering their unconditional surrender to avoid total extinction.

​Witnessing the terrifying might of the invaders, the Blue Slimes chose a vastly different approach. As known for their slightly more docile and calculating nature, the Blue Slime leadership approached the newly established command camp with the utmost humility.

​Their Grand Elder, who was an azure slime with a highly developed intelligence, jumoed forward and lowered its central core to the ground in a deep bow.

It said respectfully,

​"We welcome the supreme conqueror..We Blue Slimes have absolutely no desire to fight against such divine, unstoppable warriors. We recognize true power. Please, accept our complete and willing surrender. We only ask that you spare our young and allow us to serve your grand vision in peace."

​Neo calmly looked down at the trembling masses of red and blue slimes.

In a deep and domineering voice he declared,

​"Hear me well. The era of mindless, endless conflict on this world is officially over. From this day forward, this planet is no longer a forgotten battlefield. I hereby declare the official establishment of the Zenith Empire!"

​[ System Alert: Planetary Subjugation Complete. ]

​[ Territory Acquired: Blue Slime Planet. ]

​[ Zenith Empire Territory Status: 1. ]

​Far away in the designated neutral zones, hundreds of human travelers, interstellar tourists, and merchants watched the planetary broadcast in shock.

They had come to this world for a simple, exotic vacation or to steal low-level slime cores. But mow, they were trapped under the rule of a mad conqueror.

​"Fuck! Sick! Did he just claim the entire planet for himself? But this is a registered tourist world! The Byzon Company officially owns the commercial harvesting rights here!" a wealthy merchant said in a low tone.

"Are you blind? Did you not see the terryfying combined power of that army? Every single one of those elves is at least a Type 7 Beyonder. But whoever this Emperor Zenith is, he must be completely insane. To dare occupy a tourist planet belonging to the Byzon Company is complete madness."

​"Exactly!" a terrified tourist cried out, hugging her luggage tightly. "The Byzon Company has a massive fleet of heavily armed star cruisers. They hold incredible influence in the United Federation. They will never let a rogue faction just steal their profitable property. Who does this Zenith think he is?"

​"Haha, well said bruh. He is begging for a corporate war."

Is he?