Crises and opportunities were like a pair of twins, always appearing together and disappearing together.
Red Skull knew very well that if he failed this time, the entire Hydra organization would be doomed to vanish forever, with no possibility of ever rising again.
After all, Earthlings were always a tiny minority in the universe.
And for a minority to rule over a majority without absolute military power was an extremely dangerous undertaking.
Yet John Schmidt could not resist the temptation of ruling a vast cosmic empire.
More precisely, for someone like him, power was as vital as breathing.
Without power, he would rather die.
Likewise, when it came to ruling a colossal interstellar empire spanning countless planets and galaxies for the first time, the various social structures and methods of governance on Earth clearly held no value as reference.
The reason was simple!
A policy that allowed a small country of several million people to live and work in peace did not mean it could perfectly suit a large country with tens or even hundreds of millions of people.
When the population and territory expanded countless times over, the difficulty of governance increased geometrically.
That was why the social conflicts in large countries always appeared more numerous and more acute than those in small countries.
But now, Hydra was facing a cosmic empire with countless races and territory spread across several vast galaxies. Moreover, the internal problems of that empire had long been ruthlessly suppressed, like a sealed volcano.
While Sakura was around, there naturally would not be any major problems.
But if one day those aliens learned that their invincible Queen would never return, all the dissatisfaction, greed, and desire suppressed by overwhelming force would emerge like bamboo shoots after rain.
There were also different languages, different beliefs, different