Building Interstellar Empire With Universal Synthesis

Noir seethed in anger. "Do you want to die?"

​Neo was much calmer. "State your purpose and leave."

​The leader of the trio, who had tightly styled blonde hair, cocked her nose to show her superiority.

"Arrogance is a quick way to get snuffed out in this galaxy, young man. I am Director Sharon of the Byzon Company’s Territorial Division. We are not here to bargain with a rogue warlord."

​She gestured toward the sky, where their massive corporate dreadnought loomed like a second moon.

​"Our ship is fully loaded with planet-cracking anti-matter cannons. You have disrupted our commercial operations, terrified our high-paying tourists, and illegally occupied a registered corporate asset. The Board of Directors has authorized a single, non-negotiable ultimatum."

​Sharon crossed her arms haughtily. "Surrender your command, hand over your Titan-class ship as compensation for our financial losses, and sign a lifetime labor contract under the Byzon Company. Do this, and we will allow you to live as a high-ranking security asset."

​Noir let out a melodic, sultry laugh. "Hahaha..."

​"Did you hear that, darling? They want to make you a corporate slave. How adorable. Can I please turn them into ash now? Their souls look so incredibly ugly. I think they would burn beautifully under my hellfire."

​Neo did not break eye contact with Sharon. Their absurd demand almost made him laugh. These people truly believed that a corporate title and a massive warship could protect them from a Dominator.

​"You come onto my world completely unarmed, yet you dare speak of ultimatums..."

​He took a single, casual step forward, and...

​Boom!

​The ground beneath the three women’s feet violently exploded, sending them tumbling backward.

​There was no Cosmic Force involved. It was only the raw physical power of his Voidium Star Body.

​The three women lay in the dirt, their faces completely drained of color. Humiliation burned hotter than any flame.

​The Director managed to stand up, but Neo’s void-like eyes stared deep into her soul.

​"Let me correct you on two things, Director. First, this planet belongs entirely to the Zenith Empire now. Second, if your ship up there fires a single cannon, it will be the absolute last thing the Byzon Company ever owns."

​It did not take them long to realize that he was far, far stronger than all of them combined. They thought their Type 7 Superhuman power allowed them to act arrogantly against a newborn Dominator, but they were completely wrong. He could kill them ten times over if they ever dared to strike.

Sharon and the other two decided to retreat.

​"We are leaving, Zenith. But remember, they will not let you off this easily," Sharon threatened.

​Neo waved them goodbye with a faint smile. "Thank you for the warning."

​As the shadow of the Byzon transport disappeared, Neo became contemplative. He pulled up the Universal Network through his watch and began to look into the Byzon Company seriously.

When he decided to take over this world, he already knew he would eventually have to face this problem.

​The Byzon Company had originated from Sol III, standing at a staggering valuation of 500 trillion dollars and ranking as a Fortune 100 company in the United Federation.

They mainly dealt in magical gadgets and space mining, with their branches spreading into neighboring solar sectors.

Technically, a corporation should not possess major military power, but since they were closely connected to the Rothschild family, they naturally managed to secure some lethal perks.

​Neo began searching the black market networks to uncover some confidential information.

According to the leaks, the Byzon Company had only one Titan-class ship in this sector, named the Bonnel 2.0, which carried ten thousand crew members. However, only 300 of them were Beyonders. Most of those Beyonders were merely Type 7 or Type 8, while the commander overseeing the vessel was a Type 6.

​Noir peered at the glowing holographic text.

Her lips curved after she finished reading.

"Humans are quite something. They truly love to fight among themselves, don’t they?"

​Neo looked over at her. "Demons do not fight among themselves?"

​"A little," she answered, sitting back down on a nearby bench. "But most of the time, lower demons are completely subservient to the high bloodlines. And if that demon happens to be a Primordial, few would ever dare to even lift their heads."

​Neo stood quietly for a moment, looking up at the sky where the Bonnel 2.0 had just disappeared into orbit.

​"What do you think about hijacking that ship, Noir?" he suggested with a faint smile.

​She instantly stood up gracefully and cracked her knuckles in excitement.

"I was waiting for you to say that, darling. Let us move!"

​Boom!

​Neo cast one last glance at his working subordinates before launching into the sky like a supersonic rocket, while Noir unfurled her dark angelic wings and followed right behind him.

​The Bonnel 2.0 was a magnificent piece of engineering. It stretched for hundreds miles, bristling with heavy anti-matter cannons and thick, glowing energy shields.

To a normal Type 6 Beyonder, infiltrating such a heavily armed fortress would be pure suicide. But to a ancient demoness like Noir, it was merely an oversized toy box.

​"How do you want to enter, darling? Should I melt a hole through their primary reactor shielding?"

Neo replied calmly,

​"No need to damage the reactor. We need this ship intact. Target the main cargo hangar, the energy barrier signature there is the most flexible."

​Finished saying, with a sharp burst of supersonic speed, Neo shot forward like a dark meteor.

He completely ignored the defensive laser grid that automatically locked onto his approach.

His skin was struck by the glowing red beams, but they immediately dispersed harmlessly, unable to even scorch his clothes thanks to his Void Assimilation trait.

​He reached the massive, reinforced steel doors of the cargo bay. Instead of looking for a control panel or an access port, Neo simply pulled his right fist back.

The absolute radiation of cosmic force around his arm visibly distorted the space around his knuckles.

​Boom!