"I need a bunch of muscle!"
"Patrick Star" made up his mind.
Faced with interstellar terrorists like these, and the even more terrifying cosmic-level terrorist organization behind them, the best response wasn't to reason with them. It was to use civilization-level destructive measures—to physically destroy their bodies, blast their minds apart, and make sure they died beyond any possibility of resurrection.
Don't be fooled by those "Supremes" constantly talking about universal reboots and creation engines. You never saw them dare to make a move against a level-nine civilization.
Ultimate civilizations were the foundation of the cosmic civilization society.
You wanted to cause trouble, didn't you? Then why didn't you go ahead and do it? Oh, you couldn't beat them!
And forget level-nine civilizations. Even back when the Purple Giant Star was still around, no one had seen you this active.
When all was said and done, wasn't it simply because you couldn't win?
Since you couldn't beat them, throwing your life away had no meaning.
"Patrick Star" had quite a few channels connecting him to underground forces, as well as a list of powerful interstellar figures. But if he asked them to deal with an interstellar terrorist organization like the Liberation Society, most of them probably wouldn't be willing to do it.
Every powerful interstellar figure had a major force backing them, while the Liberation Society specialized in preying on people whose hands were tied.
With terrifying actions taking place every minute and every second, who could withstand it?
Who wanted to get covered in shit for no reason?
"So it's best to cultivate our own muscle. That way, they'll be loyal. More importantly, we can look for some special species that won't be easy for the Liberation Society to threaten."
"For example, the simplest option would be an overlord-type