Ch 69 – The Fall of the Luxans 

In the Demilaxian Empire, a singular year contains 10 months, each month contains 30 days, and each day comprises 100,000 seconds. But now that they are an interstellar race, then there should have been changes done to their calendar system.

But due to each day consisting of 100,000 seconds, it somehow made their life a lot easier now that they actually don't have to change anything. They have kept their traditions intact and still used the same interstellar calendar to date.

In the Year 113, the Demilaxian Empire has finally made contact with other sentient species other than them and that has caused a shift for the race as a whole, for the appeal of space has exploded and many volunteered to be space explorers.

But Zurik has other plans, as he was currently sitting within an office-like room with a singular floating hologram in front of him showing a certain scene that made his eyes gleam with a cold glint.

(Year 125)

12 years have passed since the Luxans have been colonized by the interstellar Demilaxian Empire, and life couldn't have been better.

Their general health has increased, their homes were a lot better, they have managed to increase in population by a lot through the past decade, and life, in general, was just heaven and earth compared to before.

But unfortunately for them, Luxans are still a brutish race at their core and haven't truly reached a modern state of mind. And if a race's fate is determined by a brutish leader, then they have truly picked wrong.

"Luda-sama, our preparation our done!" a red man with long, flowing white hair kneeled in front of a muscular man with red skin, green eyes, and spiky black hair. His eyes were cold, angry, indignant, and a whole slew of chaotic emotions swirl within his eyes.

"Tsk, if we had gotten the help of the Sages, we could have done this years ago. But unfortunately, they mysteriously went away once we received the "help" of those accursed Demilaxians. Do they really think they have the right to take control over us Luxans! We are the greatest race there is in the entire universe!" Luda gritted his teeth, veins bulged over his forehead as boundless rage was shown through his green pupils.

"Luda-sama, you must calm down. Success is already within reach, we just need to bid our time and wait for the Demilaxians to land their ships and we could take over them, propelling our race to the stars," the old man bowed his head to the ground as Luda took in deep breaths.

"You're right, man the army! This day, we shall regain our freedom!" Luda stands up from his golden throne, his eyes squinting with a scheming glint.

But that certain scene didn't go unnoticed, for in front of Zurik, he has watched the events fully unfold with apathetic eyes.

His body is now vastly different from before, his skin now a very pale white, seemingly made of pure snow. His eyes changed from golden to a malignant gold, a series of pinwheels rotated while chakra flowed towards his eyes, his hair retained the same fluffy golden brilliance but less unruly and wild, his pair of tiger ears still being the same with no distinct change.

"The Demilaxian Empire has really only one flaw, though that one single flaw is the most glaring one that unfortunately cropped up since the very start. And that one flaw, is, unfortunately, our mindset," Zurik mutters, his eyes going from malignant gold to the same golden radiance, he then closes them to delve into his mind.

'The majority of Demilaxians are quite… immature, young, idealistic, they have been born and raised in this all-powerful race that seemingly belongs to gods. But I know the hidden dangers of this galaxy, we aren't that almighty considering there exists solar level Otsutsukis or Sages that can wield the power of planets, they are like water and oil. The Otsutsukis are harbingers of death and destruction, devouring planets to give birth to powerful Tier 4 Otsutsukis, wielding the power of a God Tree. While the Sages are the harbingers of life, welding the Natural Energy produced from planets, so they obviously want to keep them safe along with saving the life of those planets' inhabitants.' Zurik thought, countless information surfacing in his mind.

'Life and Death, two opposing forces that have major control over the current galaxy. The leader of the Otsutsukis is even more fearsome, capable of bending reality to a great degree with his mystical eyes, and the leader of the Sages could harness the power of the universe to also bend it. One controls the world around them through their own power, while the other controls the world by receiving their assistance. Considering they are the literal shades of black and white, and we are the shade of gray, we obviously won't be able to mingle with them considering our nature, the Demilaxians are both destroyer and creator.' Zurik chuckles, the absurdity of the situation even boggling his mind at how black and white it was.

'But the majority of Demilaxians want to help other races, not realizing that for us to survive and prosper, to reach the level of gods, the only real way is that we only rely on ourselves. If we didn't have the assistance of chakra, it would have obviously taken us more than ten times the amount to reach this stage of development, and that means I have to forcefully level the mindset of Demilaxians, to ingrain the thought that everybody else is not trustworthy and only Demilaxians are the ones who can be trusted. If we have taken the Luxans, our growth would become slower having to pour in resources towards those useless brutes, so I can hit two birds with one stone with this plan.' Zurik thought, his eyes opening once more that remained stoic and apathetic.

"Ambrose," Zurik waves his hand and another screen appears in his vision.

"Yes, your highness?" Ambrose said, his appearance still the same, just that his skin was a lot paler and his eyes seemingly glowing with orange flames, an intensity even higher than before.

"Execute Order 66," upon hearing Zurik's orders, Ambrose's eyes widen in shock and he felt his stomach drop.

"But-"

"I said execute Order 66, this is for the greater good of the Demilaxian Empire," Zurik interrupted as Ambrose nods his head, of course, Ambrose knew the benefit this will bring. Not only would the Demilaxians mature, realizing how ruthless the universe was, but it would also strengthen their empire as a whole by having stronger bonds and trust with one another.

"Shall I broadcast it to the whole Empire, your highness?" Ambrose inquired, taking in deep breaths and steeling his heart.

"You may do it," Zurik said as Ambrose nods his head, and with that, the downfall and death of all Luxans within the universe is about to begin.

(A Few Hours Later)

"It finally begins," Luda muttered, standing on the balcony of his castle as he watches his army consisting of hundreds of thousands of Luxans who surround a circular concrete platform where the circular ship floating above them would land that holds a certain somebody.

"Hello there, everyone!" A voice erupts from the ship as the hall opened, and Einhard could be seen walking out with a toothy grin on his face.

With a flicker, Einhard suddenly appears right beside Luda and his short arms slung over Luda's shoulders.

"Hey there, Luda. How's the past month been? I'm sorry we weren't able to come here the past few months, the situation in the new solar system has been a bit hectic with the logistics and stuff," Einhard said, but out of nowhere, a series of black, metallic cuffs tied both his arms and legs which made him drop down to the ground.

"What?"

"Demilaxians! We have one of your men now hostage! Either you give up your ship or we'll kill him!" Luda shouts in fury, grabbing Einhard by the neck and hoisting him up to the air.

"Luda! What are you doing!" Ivy shouts, her body appearing out of the ship with a flicker, and her eyes went cold when she saw thousands of Luxan soldiers pointing their weapons at her, the same weapons they have given to them.

"You! You dare betray us!" Ivy shouts, her pressure increasing to a drastic degree.

"We have been tired of you ruling us like slaves, Demilaxian girl! We have garnered our power over the decade and it's now time we take back our freedom!" Luda shouts, his eyes burning with rage.

"FIRE!"

With that order, all the Luxans shoot out a barrage of flames at Ivy without restraint, a tsunami of flames went to encapsulate the middle of the army like a tornado of flames.

But unexpectedly, they watch the flames part ways and gather into a small fiery ball colored orange over the palm of a red-haired young boy, whose orange eyes spun around in rapid succession having black markings over them.

"Ambrose, what are you doing!" Ivy shouted in dismay, sensing the massive amount of chakra Ambrose was about to use.

"Dealing with traitors of course," Ambrose coldly replied, his voice seemingly bringing a blizzard.

"But we were instructed to deal with peaceful means! And you know they won't be able to damage us whatever they do!" Ivy shouted, trying to stop Ambrose whose eyes rapidly spin around.

"Too late," Ambrose said, his eyes glowing orange and the ball of searing hot flames erupted outwards in a circular manner, returning back to the hundreds of thousands of Luxan soldiers in the surrounding area as they directly became ashes.

But the shrill screams of their souls burning made Ivy's stomach drop, her kind, peaceful nature unable to bear the horror Ambrose brought.

"WHY DID YOU BURN THEIR SOULS!" Ivy shouts, her body appearing directly in front of Ambrose with a sonic boom, now that their souls were burned, they are more than dead now that they can't reenter the cycle of life and death.

"I'm only bringing the retribution of gods to their hubris," Ambrose replied, his right palm stopping Ivy's fist and throwing her away like a child, slamming her body to the hull of their circular ship.

"Demilaxians! This is a warning and a lesson for us to learn!" Ambrose shouts, his face turning towards the drone floating in the sky.

"We have been kind, caring, bringing peace and prosperity to the Luxans, and look what they repaid us with! They repaid us with violence and even planned to take over the Demilaxian Empire!" Ambrose shouts, his fist suddenly now holding Luda by the throat with fearful eyes.

"It is time for all of us to wake up! The universe that we live in is not peaceful, it's not kind! Goodness doesn't bring prosperity, and evilness doesn't make one suffer! The reality we live in is gray, not black and white! It is time for all of us to realize that other races can't be trusted, only by trusting only Demilaxians could we reach our full potential!" Ambrose shouts, his charisma activating at full power as his years of training came into full view, swaying the mind of countless Demilaxians throughout multiple solar systems.

As he snapped Luda's neck into two, the Demilaxian Empire has now entered a new stage, the stage of maturity.

(Year 125)

Suffice to say, my plan has achieved resounding success.

With the sacrifice of the Luxans, they have brought countless benefits to the Demilaxian Empire.

Since the time I realized the multiverse has a slight chance to be real, I have now expanded my ambition to levels I didn't expect it to reach. From the very start, the rise and growth of the Demilaxian Empire have been attributed to our Lord, our savior, our messiah, Freidrich Braun.

And I fully knew the reason for my existence, the reason why we Demilaxians exist. The only reason we live is to serve Freidrich Braun, and as of now, we're not even able to help in any way. And I plan to fully change that, I plan to turn the Demilaxian into a worthy army for Freidrich Braun to wield and use, even if he is gone from this universe, I'll expend everything to find him and gain his recognition, for Demilaxians wouldn't have existed in the first place without his help.

AN: This is 2083 words, you're welcome.

You guys are either going to hate me, or love me at Chapter 73. But we're still going to follow our beloved Freidrich Braun and his wacky adventures in the multiverse.

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(June 27, 2022 – 215th day of writing)