Odin clearly had not dealt with the Sovereign for the first time. He knew these pretentious idiots were simply like that.
But even in the universe, the Sovereign's long-range communications and remote-sensing systems were among the most advanced. Their glittering golden drones constantly searched every corner of space for planets that could be called works of art.
That was why, although they loved art, they were also a race with aggression in their bones.
When choosing victims, they did not care about the other side's military strength, or whether they had superpowered beings. As long as a planet gave off a faint golden glow in its atmosphere beneath the light of its star, that was enough.
The Sovereign would use every possible method to seize that golden planet, drag it home, and attach it to their own homeworld.
Those methods did not necessarily involve war. They could also involve alliances or trade-based annexation. But once the natives of those planets were incorporated into the Sovereign God-Kingdom, they would inevitably undergo genetic transformation and become golden Sovereign.
They had cocoon-like biological pods and extremely advanced genetic technology. Not only could they assimilate outsiders, but they themselves were also born from cocoons.
The Sovereign had genders, and the process from pregnancy to childbirth was similar to that of humans, except their pregnancies lasted several years.
Ten thousand years ago, after Sovereign technology advanced, they decided that carrying a huge belly around for years was both a waste of time and unattractive. So they began letting cocoons perform that task in their stead.
Naturally, there were drawbacks as well as benefits. These days, they almost had no concept of family, because children born from cocoons had neither parents nor relatives. In that society, there was no word for parents, only sperm donors and