Abyssal Sovereign: The Demon's Dominion-Chapter 206 - 205: Roles

"So, this is the structure of the Dreadborne organization, ranked from the highest to the lowest," Nephem began. "At the very top sits the leader — the Abyssal Throne. Below him are the Abyssal Chains, which include myself and the other generals.

"Beneath us are the Cosmic Executioners — galaxy-level beings who passed their own trials. They serve as commanders, and all of you will be assigned under them. After them, we have you — the Dreadborne."

He looked around.

"You are divided into three categories. First, the Voidspawn — that's all of you at the planetary level. Below you are the Blood-Forged, those at the legendary level. And finally, the Ash-Marked, those at the evolved realm. These roles define the structure we abide by and follow.

"You'll be given code names, but anyone below the Cosmic Executioners will be numbered. For example, you Voidspawn will be numbered from one to one hundred based on your strength. The top twenty among you will have the privilege to command the others — whether it's in a fight or for exploration. However," he paused, his eyes narrowing, "any death must be explained to us."

Hearing this, Dared was stunned. "What does 'our death must be explained to them' mean?" he asked, shocked.

"It means," Azerak answered with a chuckle, "as long as they give a reason for your death, they won't be punished. In other words, you're disposable."

Dared's face paled, and he wasn't the only one.

"Now," Nephem continued, "you must obey and follow those above you. Of course, as you grow stronger, your role and division can change — you can rise in rank and command more beings. This system is structured and clear.

"For instance, among you all, the Ash-Marked number six hundred, the Blood-Forged number three hundred, and the Voidspawn are one hundred. So, Ash-Marked are numbered from one to six hundred, Blood-Forged from one to three hundred, and Voidspawn from one to one hundred."

He raised a hand as he listed the divisions:

Organizational Hierarchy:

Abyssal Throne – Leader

Abyssal Chains – Generals

Cosmic Executioners – Commanders (at least Rank 2)

Dreadborne – Includes Ash-Marked, Blood-Forged, and Voidspawn

Realm Structure:

Voidspawn – Planetary Realm

Blood-Forged – Legendary Realm

Ash-Marked – Evolved Realm

Cosmic Executioners – Galaxy Realm

Abyssal Chains – Universal/Multi-Universal Realm

Abyssal Throne – Multi-Universal Realm

"As I said, from the Dreadborne level upward, everyone has a codename. I'm called the Chain of Madness, and my name is Nephem. I'm the only general you'll likely ever meet. After today, unless something extremely important happens or you become extremely strong, you won't be seeing any of the Abyssal Chains again.

"You've been divided. You'll now be transported to our base, where your Cosmic Executioner will pick you up and explain the rest. I hope to see you all grow stronger." With that, Nephem waved his hand, and everyone vanished.

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Elsewhere in the universe…

They all reappeared on a planet as massive as a solar system. Towering black architecture dominated the landscape. Even without being told, they could feel the buildings were structured like a militarized cult.

At the center stood a massive main structure, surrounded by several important facilities, all enclosed within a gigantic dome. Beyond it lay another zone — not quite a city, but where they would now live.

"You have ten seconds to get here," a voice echoed in Dared's mind.

He looked toward one building at the dome's edge. On its roof sat a figure, cross-legged and waiting. The area was labeled Area Nine.

He burst into motion, transforming into his combat form. His speed surged as he dashed forward — and he wasn't alone. Nine others raced toward the same building.

Dared reached the destination in nine seconds.

"Time's up. I'm glad you all made it," the voice said again. A female figure now stood before them.

Her face was hidden behind a red mask. She wore a black outfit that was simultaneously charming, sexy, and elegant. A threaded trouser hugged her curves, and her top stopped just above her navel. She was far from petite — voluptuous and striking, with a narrow waist.

The ten men couldn't help but gulp at the sight of her.

"You shouldn't be staring at your superior's body," her voice turned cold.

Dared suddenly felt like his lungs had collapsed.

He couldn't breathe — and neither could the others. They clawed at their throats, struggling to inhale even the tiniest trace of energy. Planetary-level beings could survive in space by converting energy into life force — but now, they couldn't absorb anything.

Their vision blurred. Their bodies weakened. One by one, they collapsed, unconscious.

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Dared groaned as he felt sand brushing his face. He opened his eyes and slowly sat up, dizzy and disoriented. Around him stood nine others, all already awake.

"You're up. Took you long enough," said that familiar voice — the same woman from before.

A terrifying aura descended once more.

The nine other men instinctively stepped back. Dared rose and lowered his gaze, following their example.

"Good. You've learned," the woman said, and her aura vanished.

"Welcome to the Dreadborne organization. There are a few things you need to understand," she said calmly. "First, you're in Area Nine. This base is divided into ten areas based on strength. I'm your leader — your assigned Cosmic Executioner.

"As members of Area Nine, you are numbered from 81 to 90 according to your strength. Look at your left hand. You'll see your number engraved there."

Dared glanced down and found the number shining faintly.

"That's that," she continued. "Follow the sensation you feel in your heart. It will lead you to your designated region. Manage it. You'll find beings under your authority scattered there. Choose a few to control, and return here. Then I'll give you your next task."

With that, she disappeared.

Dared frowned. "It feels like they just order us around and don't care if we understand or not. We almost died…" he thought, stunned.

"Number 89, stop mumbling and let's go," a voice said.

Dared looked up to see a man smiling at him.

He glanced at the man's hand — the number 90 was clearly etched there.

Dared blinked. He's ranked below me?

He nodded and followed him.

Inside his mind, Azerak spoke up.

"Boy, you're weak. Eighty-eight others are stronger than you," Azerak said with a laugh.

"Shut up," Dared muttered under his breath as he followed number 90.

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