As the information was relayed up the chain of command layer by layer, most of it was either verified or deemed highly probable.
Soon, the special departments of the entire steller Empire launched an emergency operation. Specialized scanning equipment was deployed across the planet, sweeping for any anomalies.
As the capital planet of the steller Empire, its importance was beyond question.
Normally, entering or leaving required extensive and complex procedures.
Yet now, a Level 6 threat had managed to infiltrate unnoticed. The situation was akin to someone sneaking a Tsar Bomba into the capital of a modern nation.
Everyone who knew about it within the government was gripped with unease.
Never mind whether they could find the intruder—even if they did, what could they do?
Judging from the footage, Orsaga's destructive power and energy output were terrifying.
If the two sides clashed—even if they could ultimately win—the capital planet, and likely several nearby celestial bodies, would be reduced to rubble.
Just the idea of superpowered beings capable of smashing planets barehanded fighting in the capital was enough to make any citizen break into a cold sweat.
Faced with this existential threat, the empire's intelligence agencies weren't just looking for Orsaga's whereabouts. They were also racing to identify what exactly he was, hoping to tailor some strategy to persuade him to leave.
Unfortunately, they couldn't find any meaningful information.
With no other choice, the agencies reached out to certain groups in the universe that specialized in selling intelligence.
Although the steller Empire's own intel network was strong, it paled in comparison to some unique races and forces across the stars.
Some of these special races were born with abilities akin to prophecy or foresight. After accumulating knowledge for millions of years, the intelligence they controlled was far beyond what ordinary civilizations could comprehend.
Steller Empire Intelligence Bureau: "Are you there?"
Unknown Faction: "Here! What can we help you with, honored customer? Top-tier service guaranteed!"
Steller Empire Intelligence Bureau: "We need information on a certain being—the more detailed, the better."
Unknown Faction: "No problem! As long as you've got the money, we can dig up anything!"
Steller Empire Intelligence Bureau: "Here's the data. Be careful—this intel might be dangerous."
In a unique star system somewhere in the universe, inside a strange facility...
"?"
Sitting in front of a glowing terminal, a goblin-like creature covered in iridescent scales blinked at the file from the Steller Empire.
"Dangerous? What does that mean?"
Curious, he opened the attached file.
A moment later—
"AAAHHH!!!"
Agonizing pain surged through him, his shrill screams echoing throughout the chamber.
The other staff nearby turned to look, drawn by the commotion.
Just like what had happened earlier in the Steller Empire's Strategic Intelligence Division, the scene was about to repeat itself in classic fashion.
Clutching his head and screaming, the goblin managed to forcefully shut off the display, narrowly preventing the catastrophe from escalating.
Luckily, he was stronger than the supervisor who'd suffered a similar fate, which let him recover quickly.
Climbing back to his feet and glancing at the blood seeping through his skin, he gritted his teeth and cursed, "Fuck, that was an info-attack!"
The onlookers, startled, quickly backed away.
They all breathed a collective sigh of relief—it could've been them.
Information-based attacks used words, images, or symbols as vectors to inflict harm. Nasty stuff.
"Are you alright? Did someone try to assassinate you?" someone asked.
Still grimacing, the goblin shook his head. "I'm fine. Just didn't expect the data they sent to carry an embedded info-attack. They asked me to dig up some guy's info, and—well, you saw the rest."
Despite the pain, his professional instincts kicked in. He ordered the central AI to begin searching the databanks for anything on Orsaga.
The database combed through facial features, attack patterns, energy frequencies, strength metrics—everything the Steller Empire had sent.
As the search progress bar slowly advanced, the goblin calmly wiped the blood from his body, thinking:
'Time to raise the price. I'm charging extra for this crap.'
That was the full extent of his professional integrity.
Two hours later, the AI concluded its search. A red warning flashed across the screen.
[Abyssal Demon]
Just as he was calculating how much to charge, the goblin saw the result and suddenly felt sympathy for the Steller Empire citizens.
"Sheesh... a high-level demon whose mere appearance causes info-attacks?. This one's the 'kills-everyone-including-his-own-grandma' type... Forget it, Steller Empire's already in a rough spot. I'll skip the markup."
And just like that, the Steller Empire unknowingly saved itself a significant amount of money.
Lucky them.
When the Steller intelligence director received the report, his face turned as sour as if he'd swallowed a dead rat.
"An Abyssal Demon?"
Even in this vast universe, Abyssal Demons were legendarily infamous.
From what he knew, there were over forty major invasions on record, with over fifty thousand minor incursions. Entire interstellar empires had been wiped off the map, and as for primitive civilizations confined to a single planet—they weren't even worth counting.
It was no exaggeration to say that if the universe's top powerhouses weren't consistently sealing off the abyssal rifts, the known world would've been overrun long ago.
Opening the internal data file, the first thing he saw was Orsaga's energy signature, which matched that of known Abyssal Demons with frightening precision.
The report listed every trait—strengths and weaknesses—with special emphasis on one rule:
Under no circumstances should a high-level Abyssal Demon be allowed to use [Demonic Summoning].
If one attempted it, it was imperative to kill them immediately, no matter the cost. Otherwise, entire demon legions would flood through.
The report even included historical case studies showing what happened when that advice wasn't followed.
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Several days later...
Having already finished spreading his diseases, Orsaga lounged in a public park like a laid-back vagabond.
Passersby couldn't see him at all. At some point, the area had been silently sealed off—not just visually, but down to the very air molecules.
A shadowy figure approached Orsaga and said bluntly, "We'd like you to leave."
His tone was calm, not the slightest hint of threat.
Understandable—Abyssal Demons were notoriously volatile. Even if Orsaga had been peaceful the past few days, any sudden aggression could trigger apocalyptic consequences.
This showed how polite people could become when facing an existential threat.
Orsaga smiled lazily. "So... what's the compensation?"
He had been planning to leave anyway—his diseases were already in place, and there wasn't much else to destroy here. Besides, he'd already looted enough intel from their Strategic Intelligence Division. In the digital age, files could be uploaded directly into his brain—far more convenient than rifling through dusty books.
Still, his sixth sense told him something interesting was about to happen. So he stuck around.
After all, how could he walk away if there were benefits to be had?
The man before him raised his hand, revealing five glowing, blood-red crystals. "It was wrong of us to probe into your private information. As an apology, we've brought you five planetary sacrifices."
These "sacrifices" had been harvested from several relatively advanced but still inferior planets. Even with elite fleets, it had taken considerable effort to gather them.
Sniffing the air, Orsaga caught the blood-scent and heard the faint screams of countless souls. He closed his eyes in bliss.
His eyes gleamed.
"Well, that's hard to refuse. But since you can give five, I assume you've got more tucked away, right?, Here's my suggestion—let's skip the haggling. Just hand over all of them, and I'll sign a Demon contract promising never to return to the Steller Empire. How about it?"
The emissary was stunned. In all his tens of thousands of years, no one had ever tried to negotiate like this with an Abyssal Demon.
Still, after thinking it over, he realized Orsaga had a point. With their status, negotiating line by line would be undignified.
With a flash of light, he brought out seven more crystals.
"A top-rated demon like me really is born lucky."
Orsaga said nothing more. With a solemn expression, he conjured a demon contract and signed the non-aggression clause with the emissary.
Afterward, under the man's watchful eye, he casually popped one of the blood-red crystals into his mouth.
"Tastes amazing."
Then, without hesitation, he tore open a rift in space, preparing to leave.
Just as he stepped one foot through the portal, he suddenly remembered something. Reaching into his cloak, he tossed a slip of paper at the emissary.
"Here, since you were so generous—that's my personal business card. If you ever want someone dead, just summon me with that. As long as the price is right, anything goes."
"…"
The emissary caught the card, stunned, watching Orsaga vanish.
The whole ordeal had taken less than two minutes.
He felt... something was off.
A moment later, three more figures appeared beside him. One asked curiously, "What are you standing there for?"
He replied blankly, "I think... I gave him too much."
"Eh, forget it. As long as he's gone, it's worth it. That business card might even come in handy someday."
What none of them realized was that not only had they overpaid...
They hadn't needed to pay at all.
If they had simply ignored Orsaga from the beginning, he would've left after spreading the disease.
Being monitored didn't bother him in the slightest.
But when he sensed that the Steller Empire intended to spend money to avoid disaster—he stuck around to milk the situation.
And it paid off handsomely.
Twelve blood crystals, representing twelve entire life-bearing planets.
If he had tried collecting them personally, the universe's will would have smacked him into oblivion.
But this?
This was free loot.
A windfall from the heavens.
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