**'Abyssal Sovereign: The Demon's Dominion'**

Chapter 567: Chapter 566: New Stats screen

"Sword Demon is back?"

Void muttered, a hint of amusement appearing on his face. Then he turned back to look at the woman, whose mouth was covered in blood, with a look of pity.

"There, there... does it hurt?" Void asked softly.

"Hdhdhsjsh..."

"Although I can understand every language, you still have to make use of your teeth, tongue, and lips. I can’t hear shit," Void kindly advised.

As soon as the woman heard this, she swore that if she had her limbs, she would fight Void even if he was above Rank 3.

What the actual hell?

Wasn’t he the one who had made her like this?

"Well, now that your mouth has been widened, it’s time," Void said with a chuckle as he walked over to a table filled with various torture devices.

Void picked up a Jennings mouth gag and carefully fixed it into her mouth, making sure it stayed perfectly open.

Unlike ordinary metal, it was forged from a special material that even Rank 3 beings would struggle to break.

Seeing her mouth held open, Void nodded in satisfaction.

"Before we begin, let me tell you a secret," Void said as he looked around warily before leaning close to the woman’s ear and whispering,

"I’m not actually a doctor... I don’t know where your lungs are."

The moment Void finished speaking, her eyes widened in horror as his hand reached deep past her throat, forcing its way farther into her body.

She trembled violently and thrashed around, but the metal slab held firm. Even the ropes binding her had been forged from the same material.

Her body couldn’t move.

Her head was firmly pinned down by Void as his hand searched around inside her.

Truthfully, Void really didn’t know where her lungs were.

Of course, he was a rank 4 being, he could easily find out

But where was the fun in that?

"Agh... hhb... nnjfhdhd..."

The woman desperately tried to scream, but it was impossible.

Her body struggled to move, but the restraints were far too tight.

Not even the slightest movement was allowed.

Tears streamed down her face.

After a few minutes, a finger suddenly poked out from a hole torn through her stomach.

"Oh..."

Void’s eyes widened.

Then he clicked his tongue before slowly pulling his hand back out as the woman’s body twitched violently.

She looked like a grotesque monster.

Yet she was still alive.

After all, she was a Rank 2 being.

Void walked over to the opening in her stomach, grabbed its edges, and slowly widened it until his entire head could fit inside.

"You know... Rank 2 beings have an insane amount of regeneration."

"So will you quit pretending?" Void asked.

The woman’s body trembled.

Of course they did.

But those Rank 3 beings had sealed her cultivation, reducing her to little more than a mortal.

So how could her regeneration function properly?

The only advantage left was that her vitality was still far greater than that of an ordinary mortal.

"Well, I guess since you’re still alive and pretending..."

"That just gives me more opportunities to experiment."

Void smiled.

Another scream echoed throughout the laboratory.

---

It wasn’t until three days later that Void finally walked out of the inner laboratory.

At that moment, he had changed into a clean casual shirt as he casually walked through the prison cells, observing the humans and creatures from other worlds the demons had recently captured.

"That’s good," Void muttered.

He even spotted a dragon.

And not a weak one either.

Why wouldn’t he be pleased?

Seeing that the overall quality of the prisoners had risen once again, Void nodded in satisfaction before leaving the underground prison.

Back inside the giant castle, Void headed toward the throne room.

The demon generals—all Rank 3 demons—bowed respectfully as he passed.

Everyone knew who Void was.

Although he usually appeared in human form, there was no doubt that he was recognized as the Father of All Demons...

And the most terrifying one among them.

Once, a Quasi-Rank 4 being had entered the Forbidden Region after discovering Purgatory, intending to wipe out every demon.

At that time, everyone believed it was the end.

But Void had stood up.

With a palm, he defeated the enemy

Now, the head of that Quasi-Rank 4 being hung at the entrance of Purgatory.

The being itself was still alive.

Void had sealed its consciousness inside its own severed head, forcing it to stare at Purgatory for all eternity.

Since that day, even the most scheming demon factions that once sought to seize control of Purgatory had become far more cautious.

Not completely obedient...

But much more careful with their plans.

Finally, Void arrived before the massive throne room doors.

Two high-level Rank 3 demons, radiating terrifying auras, pushed the doors open for the tiny human.

Void gave a slight nod as he looked at the hundreds-of-meters-tall demons before stepping inside.

With every step he took, his body grew larger.

His human form transformed into his true demonic form.

The infinity symbol on his chest shone brilliantly, while each of his two demonic horns was engraved with the Origin of Creation and the Origin of Destruction.

Taking his seat upon the throne...

Void looked down at the gathering Rank 3 demons who had assembled before him.

From the peak of Rank 3 to the early stages, every one of them was a terrifying Demon Lord.

Those at the peak had shaken the realm over the course of ten cycles.

For over one million years, the Demon Race had become known as the ultimate enemy of all races.

The worst part was that, no matter what the other races did, they could never completely eradicate them, not to mention the existence of the Demon Ancestor, who were said to be even stronger than the Demon Lords.

"System," Void called out.

Host: Void

Rank: Mid-Level Rank 4 (Main Body Realm: Quasi High-Level Rank 4)

Strength: Inf.

Speed: Inf.

Stamina: Inf.

Weapon: Nameless (Void’s growth sword with nine holes. Each hole enhances Laws, Origins, or Elements.)

Elements: All completely mastered.

Laws: All completely mastered.

Origins:

Fire (70%)

Creation (30%)

Destruction (59%)

Torture (1%)

Light (20%)

Infinity (10%)

Sword Intent (30%)

Chaos (9%)

Space-Time (26%)

Soul (28%)

Light-Darkness (8%)

Darkness (5%)

Space (30%)

Time (48%)

Souls:

Rank 4: (0)

Rank 3: (1,300,662,497,963,880)

Rank 2: (1e320)

Rank 1: (1e3000)

Rank 0: (Inf.)

Titles: Son of the Abyss, The Cursed One, Destroyer of Worlds, Demon Ancestor, Omniversal Chaos, Leader of the Dreadborne, Marked by the Book of Life, Angel Slayer, Multiversal Devourer...

Clones:

Kai (Quasi Rank 4)

Abornim (Peak Rank 3)

Osiris (Mage World, Peak Rank 1)

Children:

Moba (Peak Rank 1)

Keith (Low-Level Rank 0)

Dara (Peak Rank 2)

Slaves:

Linkir (Quasi Rank 4)

Sword Demon (Early Rank 4)

Junnie (Quasi Rank 4)

Nyx (Quasi Rank 4)

Alayot (Quasi Rank 4)

Mark (Quasi Rank 4)

Nephem (Quasi Rank 4)

Estimated Full Body Realm: High-Level Rank 4

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Void grinned as he looked at his stats.

It wasn’t bad at all.

He especially liked the fact that he could gain the mastery of his slaves. The greater their mastery over a Law or Origin, the faster his own mastery over it would grow.

It was practically free mastery.

What Void had come to understand after reaching Rank 4 was that although one’s realm increased overall power output and other attributes, what truly determined victory was the level of mastery over one’s Origins and the number of Origins one possessed.

Someone at Peak Rank 4 with only two fully mastered Origins would lose to an Early Rank 4 being who had mastered fifty Origins.

And it wouldn’t even be close.

Void also now understood why Ire was targeting entire realms.

A realm’s core could accelerate the Origin mastery of Rank 4 beings.

Lastly, his Estimated Full Body Realm referred to the level he could reach after completely fusing with all of his clones.

"Hmm... should I test my new Origin of Torture on Sword Demon?" Void couldn’t help but wonder.

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