I am the Emperor of Humanity across the Multiverse

May 27, 2000.

Two months had passed since the opening of the seventh space gate.

During this time, Atlas's investigators used bio-scouting units to learn that the common language spoken by Terra's local humans and other races was similar to the Latin-based languages of the primary universe.

Following further field investigations by agents such as Leon S. Kennedy and Mike Monardi, Atlas gathered more detailed intelligence.

For example, in the First and Second Eras, the Empire, led by humans, ruled over all races. However, the current Empire had decayed, with high-ranking officials and generals consumed by indulgence and pleasure.

Atlas, following the Elves' "prophecy," gradually advanced its agenda. By assisting the allied forces of humans and other races in the southern frontier, it successfully brought its influence to the forefront.

Through strategic deployments and small-scale conflicts, Atlas's reach began to penetrate the Imperial Capital, inciting discontented residents to arm themselves and revolt.

Despite facing setbacks—such as the corrupted sorcerer Sarui sacrificing over a thousand of the Imperial Guard, trapping two of the Primarchs in an underground labyrinth—the Primarchs discovered vast amounts of gold and rare local metals.

Currently, Atlas's engineering division is transporting half of the gold and rare metals to the front-line base and then using automated transport systems to move them to the ruins base in the primary universe for future use.

Meanwhile, the armed uprising, composed of former Imperial Guards and capital residents, didn't falter despite the absence of the Primarchs.

This was thanks to Atlas's Glory Warriors, who stepped in as temporary leaders for the rebels.

The Imperial Chancellor, Elrand Otondir, met his end while fleeing, decapitated by the swift sword of the hot-tempered Glory Warrior Leroia, who also eliminated the fleeing nobles.

As Atlas and the allied forces launched their final assault on the Southern Abyss, Leroia and the Glory Warriors led the rebels to seize control of the Imperial Capital in Atlas's name.

Soon after, word spread across Terra—a planet with a diameter of about 6,500 kilometers—that "the new Emperor has vanquished the Lord of Darkness, Moido," "the dawn has returned to Terra," and "the filth in the Imperial Capital has been cleansed."

Races that had once withdrawn from the world and severed ties with the corrupt Empire began to return to the capital, drawn by the arrival of the "new Emperor."

Today, the capital city was packed with people, both inside and outside its walls.

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At noon.

Under the bright, cloudless blue sky, the scorching sun shone down on the land.

The Imperial Capital, situated on a vast plain, no longer bore the desolate image it had two months prior. Instead, it had become a bustling hub, with people of various races moving through the main streets, browsing local shops, taverns, and inns—a scene of prosperity.

Even the collapsed area in the eastern city square, destroyed by Sarui's attempt to corrupt the Primarchs, had been repaired by a joint construction team from Atlas's engineering division and the Dwarven craftsmen.

In fact, with Atlas's involvement in construction, parts of the capital were beginning to undergo a "modernization" transformation.

Though Terra's unique magnetic field had fostered the flourishing of magic, providing a relatively convenient and comfortable life for the locals, their infrastructure was still far behind compared to that of the primary universe.

The most significant issue was that without the support of Terra's magnetic field, all magic-related functions would fail.

As a multinational and interdimensional corporation, Atlas had the responsibility to provide a better environment for its people.

Moreover, the residents of Terra would eventually become part of Atlas's various departments, following the company's orders to other universes—whether for construction or to combat potential threats.

Therefore, modernizing Terra was a necessary step.

At this moment, on the crowded commercial street in the eastern part of the capital:

Maggie Shaw and her comrades, dressed in desert-colored tactical uniforms, left a store called "Beard's Shop" and slowly walked northward toward the central square.

Although their attire made them stand out from the local residents, no one gave them any strange looks.

They were enjoying a rare vacation and had chosen to leave their post to experience the capital's culture.

They even spent some of their bonuses to exchange company credits for large amounts of silver and gold coins to spend.

Atlas's internal website had already published guides compiled by the administrative department, listing popular destinations such as the magical bakery in River Creek Town and recommendations for affordable restaurants and taverns in the capital.

Following these guides, they had just visited Beard's Dwarven shop, where each person bought a close-combat weapon.

"The craftsmanship, the materials…" A young, bald comrade weighed the dagger in his hand, thoroughly satisfied with his purchase. 

"Not bad, not bad. Much sharper than the company's standard-issue knives."

"Dwarven craftsmanship, always reliable," added another comrade wearing a beanie, offering his personal insight: 

"I've heard that the research division's power armor project has made a breakthrough. The Thunder Warriors wear the prototype armor, so I'm guessing—just a guess—that the company might use Dwarven steel as the primary material for the power armor."

"Maybe, but I still feel that titanium-tantalum alloys are more reliable."

"It'll depend on cost-effectiveness in the end."

Meanwhile, Maggie, still admiring her new Dwarven short sword, stayed quiet throughout their conversation.

As they approached a busier intersection, where the crowd was becoming even denser, she sheathed her sword and reminded her comrades: 

"Alright, enough talk about power armor. The boss's coronation ceremony is about to start, and I don't want to miss a moment of history."

"Right, right."

"I just hope the boss becomes the Emperor of the primary universe too. Does that make me a dreamer?"

"Who wouldn't want that?"

"Hahaha, same here. Look! The boss is coming out."

Following their comrade's pointed finger, they turned their attention toward the central square.

The square had been fully restored, and forty Thunder Warriors, forty towering four-meter-tall Tyrants, and four hundred elite knights from Sahai Town were maintaining order.

At the center of the square, on a large stage, stood a gathering of notable figures, including Lord Xihoton of Sahai Town, Dwarven Lord Delinn, Elven Queen Tina, and various other lords, generals, and knight commanders who had participated in the Southern Abyss campaign.

High-ranking Atlas officers such as Jack Krauser, Arthur Morgan, and Leroia were also present, dressed in black formal attire, standing solemnly on either side of the stage.

Then, flanked by Dorn and Vulcan, Samuel Young, the focus of everyone's attention, slowly ascended the stairs and approached the eastern edge of the platform.

The "Emperor" was similarly dressed in a black suit, but his sleeves and collar were adorned with intricate golden embroidery.

His arrival silenced the square, plunging it into an almost eerie quiet.

After a brief pause, Samuel used his psionic power to amplify his deep voice so that everyone in the capital could hear him clearly:

"Everyone, yesterday's victory belongs not to one person, but to all the warriors who fought on the front lines and chose to face the Lord of Darkness head-on.

Today's prosperity could not have been achieved without the collective effort of everyone here.

So! Let us rebuild this world together and lead Terra toward a future filled with hope and glory—a new era!"

"Roar—!!!"

As his words fell, the black-scaled dragon Nyrenhog soared above the capital, letting out a powerful and majestic roar that resonated in the hearts of all.

"For the Empire!!"

In the crowd, AECS and ARS (Rapid Response Force) soldiers on leave were the first to recover from the awe, shouting loudly.

"For the Empire!!"

The tens of thousands of residents soon echoed their cries, pushing the coronation of the new Emperor to its climax.

To respond to the crowd, Samuel raised his left hand and smiled at the capital's residents, who bowed and saluted him.

However, a familiar, emotionless voice rang in his ears at that moment:

[Three Descendants... have arrived on Terra.]

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