Building Interstellar Empire With Universal Synthesis

Chapter 199: Chapter 199: Worm Hole Delivery

After concluding the virtual auction and transferring the funds, Neo received a notification that his newly purchased items would be delivered via advanced wormhole technology.

​Hopefully, the treasures were exactly as genuine as the auction house claimed. If not, absolute hell awaited them.

​Just as that dark thought crossed his mind, he sensed the spatial fabric of reality violently tearing apart in front of him.

​"Your delivery, my lord!"

​A bizarre, larva-like creature drilled straight through Space and the Void, opening a stable wormhole that connected directly to Eximious-28.

That larva-like creature floated gently in the air, holding a pristine silver storage ring in its small, glowing mandibles. It dropped the ring respectfully into Neo’s outstretched palm.

The spatial tear behind the creature immediately stitched itself closed, leaving not a single ripple or trace of energy in the fabric of the room.

​Neo scanned the storage ring with a thin thread of his cosmic force. He quickly confirmed that every single item from the auction, including the coordinates and ownership codes for the SS tier planet, was perfectly preserved inside. Satisfied that the auction house was genuine, his gaze shifted back to the bizarre courier hovering before him.

​"What exactly are you?" Neo asked curiously.

He had read through countless universal bestiaries, but this specific entity eluded his vast knowledge.

​The creature bowed its segmented, translucent head.

"I am a Void-Drill Grub, esteemed lord. We are a genetically engineered species bred exclusively for the purpose of traversing deep spatial dimensions without leaving a traceable cosmic footprint."

​Neo narrowed his eyes in interest.

"And which logistics faction do you serve?"

​"I am a direct employee of the Astral Transit Guild. We hold an exclusive partnership with the Silverwolf Virtual Auction House to ensure immediate, completely secure deliveries across all known galaxies."

​Neo fell into deep, calculating thought. His Zenith Empire possessed terrifying military might and highly advanced technological wonders. However, establishing trade routes across different galactic sectors remained a massive headache. Standard warp drives and commercial hyper-lane travel were incredibly slow for the scale of his grand ambitions. If he wanted to export his empire’s technology to other galaxies and dominate the universal market, he desperately needed a delivery network exactly like this one.

​His current logistical supply lines were far too slow to keep up with his rapid expansion. Standard merchant freighters took months just to cross a single galaxy.

​"Does your Astral Transit Guild accept private, long term contracts? I am looking for a reliable, instantaneous distribution network to export my empire’s weapons and technology to other star systems."

​The Void-Drill Grub blinked its large, compound eyes.

"We absolutely do, my lord. However, we only deal in large volumes. And our minimum corporate contract requires an initial deposit of 5 million Universal Credits."

​Neo smiled widely. That was exactly what he wanted to hear.

"Alright, draft a contract for Zenith Empire. From today, we would deliver fine goods accross the Universe."

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Later that evening, Neo convened a high-level meeting with his most trusted imperial advisors, top commanders, and a select few elite platoon leaders.

​The three elven commanders, Vaelar, Aeliana, and Nyxaris, stood in attendance. Beside him were his lovers, Noir and Zestia, their presence a testament to the sheer importance of the gathering.

​His personal advisors, the Hypermech Elena and Dr. Clark, had also taken their seats.

​"Tonight, we will decide who shall be appointed as the World Kings for the 48 worlds we have conquered. If anyone has any recommendations regarding who is best suited for these thrones, you may speak now."

Everyone exchanged glances with each others.

They knew apointing 48 rulers simultaneously was a nightmare.

​Dr. Clark adjusted his glasses and stepped forward to the center of the holographic map.

"Your Majesty, if I may speak freely. The primary issue with newly conquered worlds is resource extraction and political stability. We should not appoint pure warriors to these thrones. We need brilliant administrators. I suggest promoting senior officers from the Logistics and Engineering divisions."

​Vaelar, the strongest of the three elven commanders, shook his head in immediate disagreement.

"With all due respect to the good doctor, that is incredibly naive. These 48 worlds were taken by force. Their native populations despise us. If we place weak administrators on the throne, violent rebellions will spark within a month. We must appoint our most ruthless elite platoon leaders to crush any resistance before it even forms."

"No, commander Vaelar," Zestia countered smoothly.

​"Fear only works until the oppressed find a bigger weapon. If we bleed these planets dry through constant martial law, their economies will collapse. They will become entirely useless to the Zenith Empire. We need a proper balance."

​Noir smiled gently, saying: "Why not both? Let us give them a public tyrant to fear, and a shadow intelligence to manage the real work."

​Neo listened quietly to his inner circle debate. He raised a single hand, instantly silencing the massive room.

​"Noir has the exact right idea. We will implement a dual leadership system for all 48 worlds. Vaelar, you will select 48 of our most brutal veteran vanguard captains to serve as the public World Kings. After final passing marks from us, their only job is martial suppression and enforcing imperial law."

​Neo turned his glowing gaze toward his mechanical advisor.

"Elena, you will manufacture 48 specialized hypermech units. These machines will act as the Grand Viziers for each World King. The machines will handle all planetary logistics, infrastructure, and tax collections. Furthermore, the machines will carry absolute override authority. If any of the organic World Kings decide to harbor rebellious thoughts, the hypermech will execute them immediately."

​Dr. Clark nodded in deep admiration at the flawless strategy.

Vaelar bowed his head in submission.

While Elena replied,

​"It shall be done, Your Majesty. The imperial factories will begin assembly tonight."

Neo seemed satisfied. But somewhere down the line, something unsettled him. As if something was watching his every move.

He didn’t if it was Eragon or Drogon, or some other unknown entity, but he was determined to make to survive.

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