Alone once more.

The Kusckods were scared.

Absolutely horrified is a more accurate description.

Or at least that's how their God felt.

Their God-Emperor looked like the average red Kusckod, except his color was a shining yellow, and he was taller and a lot bigger than even the biggest Kuckod.

In the ancient days, rulers like him fought in duels for power, hence why they evolved to have such a large build.

The Emperor looked panicked, his usually red eyes glowed with a bright white light, a sign of great distress.

The servants who saw their Emperor in such a state also had their eyes change, but from red to green instead of white.

They walked towards their throne, their species has no need for clothing, hence their majestical form could be fully seen, their species also have no genders and can reproduce asexually, hence no need for embarrassment.

The throne room is opulent as can be, there are no jewels present, but instead, there are massive red stones, which look like giant, constantly flowing formations of plasma and lava, held back by some invincible force.

These strange, logic-denying things are built into the walls and columns.

And the throne is completely made out of it.

Strangely, the Emperor doesn't get burned when he sits on it, the throne even seems to welcome him by making him pleasantly warm.

Their planet is a volcanic world after all. They are used to such temperatures.

The Emperor exhaled a pitch-black smoke from his chest that burned hundreds of degrees Celsius, and ventilators in the room immediately activated, replacing the boiling hot air with a "chili" air of a hundred degrees Celsius.

Advisors and nobles rushed to the Emperor, who sat with complete confidence, if it weren't for his white eyes, no one couldn't tell how worried he is.

"Your Godliness. The Azburgian Empire has successfully eliminated the Quskar Republic, and their fleets are preparing for an invasion of your divine Regime as we speak!"

"What shall we do?"

The advisor trembled under the Emperor's gaze and awaited an answer.

"How is my fleet?" A very deep, slow, and methodical voice came as the Emperor's scales shifted at his chest.

Their mouth is located there, so it only makes sense.

"Your Godliness. The Fleet is currently still damaged, we have only been able to rebuild ten corvettes and eight destroyers, the rest of the fleet is still too damaged, or non-existent," The regular Kuskods scales shifted below his eyes, similar to where the human's mouth is located.

The victorious Leaders often consumed their competition, specifically other rulers who challenged them or the ones who they challenged.

But if they haven't completely consumed their opposition before the star fell, (Approximately one to eight Earth hours, depending on the position of the star.) Their position would be voided, and they would get killed by their tribe for weakness.

This is why their mouths are at their chests.

It needs to be large enough to consume a two-meter-tall, very bulky Kusckod, possibly in an hour.

"Right... So, Do any of you have any ideas about how we can save our species from inevitable doom?"

The Emperor went straight to the point.

To summarize, their species is screwed beyond belief.

They targeted the Human Emperor's family, more specifically, a child, which is considered unforgivable in their culture to the point that even the thought of the same happening to other children sent the whole species into a craze.

Next, they attacked the Empire while it was vulnerable, even though it showed no intention of attacking them.

Therefore, it is an unjustified attack, so if any other aliens are watching, they will, most likely, consider them the aggressors and won't save them.

On top of that, their fleet is gone, the nobles are, well, stupid, and they can expect NO help from anyone.

The Emperor didn't doubt for a second the Republic didn't beg on their knees at the end, but it didn't save them.

So, logically, it wouldn't save them either.

They are alone, against a monster they woke from slumbering out of their own carelessness.

The Emperor regrets his choice.

It was correct at the time with the information given to him, however, due to a lack of critical information, their surprise attack failed.

They had no idea the human station was so large.

They thought it was at best triple the size of the Republic's, but it was so much bigger.

The Empire most likely intentionally fed them false information to make themselves look weaker than they really are.

But since they were already there, they couldn't just retreat and be like, "How do you do fellow monarchists?", since the Humans would realize their plans either way.

So they charged forwards and got beaten into submission.

And now they would all, most probably, die.

Unless they came up with something right here, right now.

"Our only hope may be for the Emperor to flee away with select individuals and look for another habitable world..." An advisor hesitantly spoke.

And got a huge backlash.

"You dare suggest the Emperor does something so cowardly?! I would shoot you if I had my weapon!"

"Silence." The room fell silent in one command, and the Emperor pierced the advisor with his unwavering gaze.

Run? Yes, he would if he could.

But if he did, it would forfeit his authority, and therefore his life would be over.

And where would they run? there are no habitable planets in tens of systems around them, they would be testing their luck, and luck is a cruel thing.

"No. I cannot run from my opponents, but I will not punish you for cowardice since you suggested it with good intentions."

"Thank you, your Godliness!"

"Now, since you all shut down his idea so violently and forcefully, you must have a better solution. Right?"

The hall fell silent once more, and the Emperor exhaled a pure white smoke.

This is a signal of great frustration and anger.

"Do none of you have anything useful to say?"

The Emperor snapped at them a bit.

many of these nobles are corrupted and he knows all too well, but there is nothing he can do to stop them for now.

If he did, these nobles would all challenge him and one of them might eventually win if they all challenged him consecutively.

all of the nobles present are also rulers, but these ones pledged allegiance to a past reigning monarch.

Only the advisors are normal Kusckods.

But now, because of the nobles, he can't properly safeguard the Regime's interests.

How ironic.

"Mobilize the fleet and take some ships, fill them with our people and supplies to last them a few decades."

"Send the fleet with them, make sure the fleet is operated by the best of the best."

"How about us your godliness?" A noble asked.

"I understand that all of you are incredibly brave individuals yes? then you couldn't possibly think about running away, could you?"

"...Of course not, I'm merely concerned that we need to send at least one ruler with our people."

"Who will we send?" The noble finally asked.

"My child will go with them and lead them into the future, as is our duty as leaders of the Regime." The Emperor immediately answered.

"Your godliness. I can't help but feel that is a bit unfair towards us, why not let some of our children go as well?" one of the rulers spoke.

"Of course, the two greatest noble families shall receive the privilege of having their bloodline on this mission."

"...Thank you, your godliness," The noble clearly isn't happy, but he can no longer complain since the Emperor addressed the issue and solved it.

"Right, connect me to the Human Emperor."

As the Emperor said this, a large screen on the opposite end of the corridor flickered to life and Adam's stone-cold face could be seen.

"Greetings Emperor Adam, I understand that things seem to have escalated out of control in recent times, and I suggest we negotiate peace with each other instead of wasting time and resources on pointlessly slaughtering each other out of anger."

"The universe is vast and beautiful after all, why fight each other for it when there is more than enough for both of us?"

Adam's voice could be heard resonating throughout the entire room.

"You should have considered that before you attacked us Emperor, I can't help but suspect this is another manipulative tactic of you and your kind."

"You have broken any possible trust the second you launched that surprise attack, and you have broken any possibility of peace the second you dared to kill my younger brother."

"You have doomed your species to extinction, dear Emperor."

"Please reconsider, we attacked you for the same reason you attacked the Republic! We were simply attempting to defend our future from a perceived threat."

"No. There will be no peace. Not now, not ever. Is there anything else? If not I'm afraid I will have to prepare the invasion fleet."

"...I see, then I shall see you on the battlefield."

The communication cut off, and an eerie silence hovered in the air.

"Prepare to fight to the death Brashmen."

(Brashmen = essentially gentlemen except it has the exact opposite meaning, it's a compliment of this species and isn't a human word.)

The battle was a complete slaughter, the Kuskods stood no chance against the well-oiled human war machine.

Their station, A massive floating palace, floats in space, shattered into millions of large and small pieces.

The humans bombed the world, this time utilizing the tsar Bombas to make the planet completely uninhabitable.

The planet is an extremely hot volcanic world, barely capable of supporting life anyways, in other words, unlike the jungle world which they could colonize this world...

...is useless to them.

So they simply went down afterward, destroyed their bunkers, and scanned the planet with ships and troops to uncover any hidden ones, of which there were plenty.

The last-ditch effort to save their species proved successful, but their fleet had to remain behind, leaving the now refugees defenseless in space.

Adam sincerely prayed they died before finding any other aliens since they would definitely talk about them in a bad light and spread bad things about them.

This could possibly end in a massive coalition against humanity assembling, and that doesn't sound pleasant.

As Adam entered the massive palace and walked toward the throne room, he was stopped multiple times by guards, but he and his personal guard easily dispatched them.

He opened the large door to the throne room and on the throne sat the Kuskod Emperor.

Adam approached him with no words being said.

The Emperors both stood at eye level.

Adam brought his gun forwards and pointed it at the Emperor.

"Kneel." That's all that needed to be said.

The once proud Kusckod kneeled on the ground.

At this point, Adam realized that he dodged a bullet without realizing it.

Back when he transmigrated, if he wasn't so ruthless and dominating, if he was more polite and given the nobles more face, he wouldn't have been able to do as much as he has been able to do.

This would make the Empire significantly weaker, and he might have been the one kneeling now.

Adam shot the Emperor, whose massive body fell to the ground.

As another nation left the universe with a silent scream, the remains of this nation fled in desperation from human hands.