Ultraman: He was bestowed a treasure by the King of Ultra at the start of the game.

Of course, they won't actually lose much more than before. Although some resources will be given to the Empire, their share will still not decrease.

At most, they might exploit the common people even more, so that they can ensure that what they enjoyed before remains unchanged.

They were simply sacrificing the blood and sweat of more civilians to prevent the empire from forcefully occupying the Manchurian Arms.

Most empires would gladly accept anyone who offered their allegiance, as they could conquer a territory without using their armies and then obtain resources from that territory.

Who cares what these nobles think?

But unfortunately, Beria's empire was not that kind of empire; it only needed to conquer a region.

No matter if you're a noble or a commoner, you're all here to become labor! Everyone has to stand up and work; lying down is absolutely out of the question.

Therefore, Centaur Arm refused to negotiate.

Geed had no choice but to send his own men to start the war.

When he saw the vanguard paralyzing the entire city with tranquilizer darts from the command ship, he couldn't even tell what kind of emotions were surging in his chest.

After all, although these nobles are despicable, the common people will still work hard for them.

Because this order has been established for thousands of years, any newly emerging empire will surely break it.

Nobody knows what the new Centaur Arm will look like.

Life fears nothing more than the unknown.

This was the first time that Jied had led a team to participate in a war.

……

In the fifth year of the New Empire Calendar, Belial moved the capital to Zero Death Star in the Central Star Region.

Geed stood on the balcony of the floating palace, looking down at the endless stream of interstellar trains and mechanical guards.

He suddenly thought of cherry blossoms on Earth—those delicate pink petals that probably wouldn't survive even a second in this steel jungle.

"Your Highness, the new batch of cyborgs has completed their testing."

The adjutant presented a data board densely packed with tens of thousands of vital sign curves.

Geed's gaze fell on entry number 0729, which belonged to a fourteen-year-old boy whose genes were a mixture of human and alien blood.

Yes, Earth in this cosmic bubble has been occupied by the Belial Empire, and all humans have become subjects of the empire.

After all, not every Earth has Ultraman's protection; this Earth only has humans.

Despite their exceptional talent, far surpassing most other Earths and having developed into a galactic-level civilization, they were still no match for Belial's iron cavalry.

Wait a minute, looking at it this way, it seems like even with Ultraman protecting them, they still can't be saved.

"Send them to the border star system tomorrow." Geed heard his own voice as cold as a robot's. "Tell the commander to conduct experimental testing of the new particle cannon's power."

"Yes, sir!" The adjutant acknowledged the order and left.

Geed transforms back into Asakura Riku and enters his own "mini palace".

"You have a great ability to adapt."

A voice echoed in his mind.

“Yes, after all, the gene-stimulating drug is meant to stimulate this kind of brutal gene.” Asakura Riku muttered to himself as he looked in the mirror.

“You are not cruel, or rather, Geed is not cruel. We are just lying in wait, seeking an opportunity to save our father.”

Suddenly, Riku Asakura noticed dark red lines that had appeared below his collarbone.

Cold water slowly flowed through his fingers, and he recalled his dream from last night: he was standing on ruins piled with corpses, and what he held in his hand was not a lightsaber, but a gigabit combat device.

It is said that it was my father's old weapon.

In the council chamber late at night, Beria's laughter made the crystal chandelier vibrate loudly.

Geed watched as his father clinked glasses with the governors of various star systems, the glasses filled with a purple liquid that was a "victory wine" made from neurotransmitters of the defeated races.

This is a tradition within this cosmic bubble.

Beria quickly accepted this cruel custom in order to win over his subordinates, but Geed could not do that.

His cup was full of liquid and hadn't been touched.

After the banquet, Jiede quietly left the hall.

"What are you thinking about?"

Belial's voice suddenly rang out behind them, hoarse from drinking, "Regretting following me?"

When Jiede turned around, he found that although his father's pupils did not have the soft light he had hoped for, there was no anger in them either; they were just calm.

But that's enough.

"I just......"

Geed's voice caught in his throat as he looked out the window at the fleet of warships passing by. Each of those ships had an enormous cannon, representing terrifying destructive power.

"I just sometimes feel like I'm becoming less and less like myself."

Belial suddenly reached out and pressed down on the back of his neck, so hard that Geed was unable to move.

Red eyes meet blue eyes.

"The universe is a dark forest, Geed. Either be the hunter or be the hunted."

"I will not allow you to become someone else's prey!"

……

Geed stood at the forefront of the conquest fleet.

Outside the porthole, the star of the Great Watermelon Galaxy was slowly rising, gilding the outline of the enemy fleet.

The adjutant's report came through the communicator: "All emplacements are ready. Should we proceed with the annihilation order?"

Belial's image appeared above the command console, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Execute it. Let them see the consequences of betraying the Empire—"

"and many more."

Suddenly, Jiede raised his hand, his palm burning hot. "Send the negotiation team up first and give them twelve hours to surrender."

In the holographic projection, Belial raised an eyebrow.

The command room fell into a deathly silence. Everyone was waiting for His Majesty to unleash his fury, as he never had the habit of letting traitors go unpunished.

Unexpectedly, Beria suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter carrying a mixture of relief and madness.

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

Belial's image gradually faded, leaving behind a whispered message before departing: "But Geed, the blade of mercy must be sharp enough."

Jade knew that these twelve hours were a indulgence from his father, perhaps a reward for his courage to defy him in public.

As the first rays of dawn swept across the fleet, he saw the negotiating ship, trailing a golden tail of flame, flying toward the enemy planet.

Suddenly, a piercing alarm sounded on the communicator; the enemy fleet had launched a surprise attack during the negotiations.

The opportunity I gave them was completely destroyed before it even reached their hands.

Dozens of beams of light pierced the dawn, heading towards the command ship.

Geed immediately flew out of the command ship and shattered all the beams with a cross-shaped shockwave.

"Activate annihilation mode."

Jiede heard his own voice, eerily calm.

The moment he pressed the button, the planet in front of him was suddenly shrouded in shadow, as the Death Star's main cannon, with a diameter of over 100 kilometers, slowly opened its muzzle.

This is a terrifying weapon capable of destroying a planet.

Beria's Third Reich, like the previous two empires, possessed extraordinary scientific research capabilities.

They can all develop terrifying weapons.

Soon, the command ship withdrew and dispersed, and the negotiation fleet that had just been dispatched also quickly fled.

Then came a terrifying surge of energy and all sorts of shattering sounds; the silence arrived incredibly quickly.

Stardust danced in the air, much like cherry blossoms on Earth, except this time, no sunlight would illuminate them.

……

Belial's Third Galactic Empire.

Finally, they gained the ability to adjust their forces and gather strength to attack other cosmic bubbles.