Building Interstellar Empire With Universal Synthesis

"Brother, you’re here! Thank God!" Nina cried, shedding tears of relief. "These people are so bad, brother. They made us starve."

​Neo hurriedly stepped forward, shattering their glowing restraints with pure brute force.

​They were shocked by his immense strength, but that surprise was quickly overshadowed by the profound joy of their reunion. Neo gently embraced his mother first, speaking with heavy emotion.

​"I am so sorry, Mother. This was all my fault. I should have known things rarely go as planned. But do not worry. From today onward, I will never let anyone touch you ever again."

​Those words were spoken with the unbreakable conviction of steel, bringing immense comfort to the mother and daughter.

​Suddenly, a massive virtual display sprang to life from the wall behind them.

​Neo turned around, only to be greeted by the cold, corporate calmness of the President of the Byzon Company.

​"Honestly, your power shocked me, Neo Godson. You are far more powerful than other Beyonders of the same tier. And that makes you a terrifying foe," he stated seriously.

​"For this reason, I have disclosed all the information about you to the public and the Federation. Try to stay alive, Neo Godson. A Dominator’s Core is extremely valuable, after all."

​The holographic feed abruptly cut out, leaving Neo furious beyond belief.

​Now, it was not just the Byzon Company, the entire world knew he was a Dominator. This terrifying revelation instantly made him a prime target for the Federation, greedy syndicates, and countless other dark forces lurking across the galaxy.

​He clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles turned stark white, the ambient mana trembling around his knuckles.

​"That swine... I will obliterate his body into atomic pieces."

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As the unmarked anti-gravity car pierced through the exosphere, shedding the burning friction of Earth’s atmosphere, the deafening silence of space offered no true comfort. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Neo sat behind the controls, his expression carved from ice, while his mother and sister held each other in the backseat, still trembling from their ordeal.

​Suddenly, the vehicle’s central holographic console came to life, automatically overriding its encrypted frequency to broadcast a planetary emergency alert.

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​Then, a crimson "BREAKING NEWS" banner flashed across the screen, followed by the neatly dressed figure of Cassandra Wane, the chief anchor for the Central Federation News Network.

​"Citizens of the Federation, we interrupt your scheduled programming to bring you an Omega-Level planetary alert. The Central Government has officially designated the individual known as Neo Godson as a Supreme-Class Terrorist."

​The screen changed, displaying high-definition drone footage of the absolute carnage Neo and his group had left behind. It showed the ruined grand hall of the Byzon gala, the slaughtered elite Special Forces, and the massive, smoking crater in the Middle Eastern desert where the Rothschilds’ transit hub once stood.

​"Less than an hour ago, Neo Godson orchestrated a series of unprovoked, barbaric attacks against corporate executives and Federation outposts. However, the true danger lies in his genetic classification. By order of the Byzon Corporation and Federation High Command, classified intel has been declassified for public safety: Neo Godson is not a Beyonder. He is a Dominator."

​"He is an archaic, cosmic tyrant, possessing the power to subjugate planetary systems. Do not approach. Do not engage. The Federation has placed a historic bounty of Ten Trillion dollars and full systemic immunity for the retrieval of his body, and his Dominator Core."

​Across the globe, the broadcast sent shockwaves through every layer of society. The carefully constructed peace of the modern era had been shattered in an instant.

​In the neon-lit streets of Chronopolis, massive crowds gathered under towering holographic billboards.

Everyone panicked and overly curious.

Mothers clutched their children, terrified that an ancient, mythical monster was walking among them.

In the smoky, illicit taverns of Sector 4, seasoned bounty hunters and Type-5 rogue Beyonders stared at the ten-trillion-dollars bounty.

Greed flashed in theur eyes.

To a mercenary, a Dominator Core meant infinite energy, immortality, and wealth beyond human comprehension.

Weapons were loaded; ships were prepped.

​And the hidden sects of ancient worshippers fell to their knees in the dark alleys, crying tears of fanatic joy.

To them, the return of a Dominator meant the cleansing of the corrupt corporate galaxy.

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​Meanwhile, far above Earth in the colossal, floating fortress known as the Apex Zeltagon, the true rulers of the Sol-III convened in the utmost secrecy.

​Director Sterling stood at the end of a long wooden table, projecting the live telemetry of Neo’s anti-gravity car leaving Earth’s atmosphere.

Sitting around the table were the Supreme Chancellors and the shadow-backers of the major mega-corporations.

​"The Byzon President played his hand. By leaking his identity, he has turned the entire galaxy into our hunting dogs. Godson cannot hide. Every mercenary, assassin, and corporate army will be after his head."

​The particularly towering man cloaked in a pristine white military uniform leaned forward from the shadows.

It was the Grand Marshal of the Federation Fleet.

​"Let the scavengers tire him up. A Dominator’s power scales with his will and his subordinates. If he fully established, standard fleets will be entirely useless against him. We need cunning minds, and overwhelming force."

​"And what of his family?" a corporate backer asked coldly. "They are with him now."

​"They will become collateral damage. The objective is the Dominator Core. Whoever claims that core will control the next evolutionary leap of the entire galaxy. We cannot let it fall into the hands of Byzon, nor can we allow it to escape into deep space."

​The Grand Marshal stood up, his medals clinking against his chest.

​"Then deploy the Orbital Blockade. Authorize the use of the Planetary Annihilation Cannons. And tell the ’Aegis’ to intercept them in orbit. That Dominator must die before he breaches the asteroid belt."

The real war was only beginning.

History called war a disaster, philosophers called it humanity’s greatest failure, and survivors called it hell.

Neo called it opportunity.

For only under relentless pressure does steel reveal its true edge, and only by walking through endless carnage could he forge himself into the Ultimate Weapon.