(Author note: A around 10k chapter special! I think you all will enjoy this chapter very much, hehehe. It is the chapter to end this arc.
Well, I hope to see you all later,
Bye!)
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The private conference room of the Rothwell Global Financial Tower hummed with tension.
Three hundred of the world's most powerful individuals sat in perfect formation - six divisions of fifty members each, arranged in concentric circles around the central table where the Six Directors presided.
Crystal chandeliers cast cold light over faces that hadn't shown genuine emotion in decades.
Until today.
Director Alistair Rothwell's manicured fingers trembled slightly as he adjusted his silk tie - the first involuntary movement he'd made in thirty years.
"Order," he commanded, his voice carrying the crisp precision of old European aristocracy. "The emergency session of The Illuminate will now commence."
The murmuring ceased immediately. Three hundred pairs of eyes fixed on the Six Directors.
"For those who have not yet fully processed recent events," Rothwell continued, "allow me to summarize our current position. All For One is dead."
"The mental constraints that have governed our actions for generations have been severed. And a new entity has emerged claiming extraterrestrial origin and imperial authority."
Director Vivienne Zhao tapped rapidly on her holographic interface, data streams reflecting in her augmented reality glasses. "Analysis of the broadcast reveals 97.8% probability that this 'Thragg' possesses power exceeding any documented quirk manifestation."
"His defeat of All For One occurred in approximately 1.37 seconds of actual combat- the rest having been him playing with the Symbol of Terror."
"Not relevant," Director Aleksandr Volkov cut in, his military-short hair emphasizing the scar that bisected his left eyebrow. "Target assessment: Thragg. Capabilities: Unknown upper limit. Conventional engagement: Suicide. Strategic solution required."
Director Sophia Mendoza leaned forward, her elegant posture and hypnotic voice commanding attention. "My friends, we find ourselves at a unique inflection point in human history. For decades - for some of us, our entire lives - we have been puppets dancing to All For One's strings. Now that we have reclaimed our autonomy, we face another would-be master."
She spread her manicured hands expressively. "This so-called Emperor claims to be from beyond our universe. Claims to know what's best for humanity. Claims the right to rule us all. Does this sound familiar?"
"The parallels are statistically significant," Director Ryuji Tanaka mumbled, his wild white hair quivering as he fidgeted with a pen.
"All For One's control mechanisms were primarily quirk-based, whereas this entity appears to rely on raw power projection, but the fundamental - hmm, too technical - the outcome is identical: subjugation."
Director Ibrahim Al-Farsi's deep voice rumbled like distant thunder. "We have been extracted from one man's control only to face another who wishes to mine us for his purposes."
"The solution is to refine our approach. To demonstrate that The Illuminate will never again be controlled by any entity."
Rothwell nodded gravely. "Precisely. Which brings us to the implementation of Contingency Protocol Omega."
The room fell silent - even breathing seemed to pause.
"All For One - the Maker - created us as his instruments," Rothwell continued.
"He controlled our parents, and when we were born, we inherited their chains. But in his arrogance, he gave us too much power, too much knowledge, too many resources. He never anticipated that his death would free us."
He activated a holographic display showing a complex molecular structure. "Director Tanaka, please explain the Quirk Singularity solution."
Tanaka adjusted his thick glasses, his hunched form casting a grotesque shadow on the wall behind him. "The agent we've developed - fascinating really - targets the quirk factor gene sequence... hmm, too technical... simply put, it will cause quirks to destabilize catastrophically."
"The resulting genetic cascade failure will - oh, the data we'll collect will be unprecedented - eliminate approximately 83% of the population."
He smiled, revealing yellowed teeth. "A necessary control measure for our experiment - I mean, our new world."
"And the survivors?" asked one of the Finance Division members.
"Those with genetically compatible profiles - mostly us and our selected breeding stock," Tanaka replied. "We've already implemented the immortality protocols developed from Dr. Garaki's research."
"The Quirk Singularity will be reset to zero, and we will have centuries to establish our new order before quirks begin to evolve again."
Director Mendoza's smile was radiant with false warmth. "We find ourselves with a unique opportunity, my friends. Not just to escape another master's control, but to become the masters ourselves. To reshape humanity in our image."
"But first," Director Volkov interjected, "we must eliminate this 'Thragg' and his family. Conventional weapons are insufficient based on observed capabilities."
"Which is why we will deploy the Enhanced Strategic Deterrent," Director Al-Farsi stated. "All For One developed these weapons to ensure his eventual global domination. Ironic that they will now be used to prevent another's rise to power."
Director Zhao's fingers danced across her holographic interface. "The ESD devices combine conventional nuclear payloads with quirk-enhanced containment fields."
"They produce approximately 27 times the yield of a standard nuclear weapon while limiting destruction and radiation spread to the targeted area."
"Three devices targeted at the Thragg family's current location should be sufficient," Volkov stated flatly. "Collateral damage: the entirety of Japan. Acceptable loss given the threat level."
"The financial implications of losing Japan are negligible compared to the cost of allowing this 'Emperor' to establish control," Rothwell added. "Markets can be manipulated to absorb the shock."
"And the narrative is already being seeded through our media channels," Director Mendoza assured them. "A tragic accident at a quirk research facility will be the official story."
Director Al-Farsi nodded solemnly. "Resources have been secured for the transition period. Our bunkers are fully stocked for the five-year atmospheric stabilization timeline."
Rothwell surveyed the room, noting the mixture of fear and excitement on the faces of The Illuminate's members- finally they are free and will rule themselves.
"Then we are in agreement. The launch codes will be activated immediately. The Illuminate will not be controlled again. Not by All For One, not by this 'Emperor,' not by anyone."
All three hundred members rose as one, their voices joining in perfect unison: "We are The Illuminate. We are the light that casts the shadow."
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Night had fallen over the Grayson family compound.
The moon hung high above, casting silver light over the grounds that showed no sign of the media frenzy that had engulfed Japan since Thragg's declaration.
No reporters camped at the gates, no protesters waved signs, no curious onlookers tried to peek through fences.
The complete absence of such activity spoke volumes. No one dared approach - not after witnessing what Thragg had done to All For One, not after yesterday's broadcast that had shaken the world.
Izuku Midoriya stood at the front door, finger hovering over the doorbell. His heart hammered in his chest, doubt and curiosity warring within him.
Coming here felt like crossing a line - acknowledging that his classmate wasn't just Marcus Grayson, UA student with a powerful quirk, but something else entirely.
Before he could press the button, the door swung open.
"I heard you breathing out here," Marcus said with a small smile. "Enhanced senses, remember?"
Izuku lowered his hand, suddenly feeling foolish. "Right. I forgot about that."
"No, you didn't," Marcus replied, stepping aside to let him in. "You just haven't fully processed what it means yet. Beyond the powers themselves that is."
The interior of the home was normal - elegant but not ostentatious, with family photos on the walls and comfortable furniture arranged in the living room.
"Where is everyone?" Izuku asked, noticing the silence.
"Dad's gone with Mark to have a talk," Marcus replied, leading Izuku toward the staircase. "My uncle and the women are out somewhere private. Just me here at the moment."
Izuku followed him upstairs, trying to reconcile this normal-seeming teenager with the being who had casually helped kill a Nomu at USJ.
Who had floated behind his uncle - no, his Emperor - during yesterday's world-changing broadcast.
Marcus's room was - now with the perspective of who he is unexpectedly ordinary - bookshelves filled with manga and novels, a desk with schoolwork neatly arranged, posters of pro heroes on the walls.
A normal teenager's room, except for the window that offered a view no normal house could have - the distant Tokyo skyline, miles away yet perfectly visible.
"You're wondering if any of it was real," Marcus said, sitting on the edge of his bed. "Our friendship. The training sessions. The conversations."
Izuku remained standing, hands fidgeting at his sides. "Was it?"
"Yes," Marcus answered without hesitation. "All of it. The mission required infiltration, yes, but the connections we formed were genuine."
"The mission," Izuku repeated, the words feeling strange in his mouth. "To conquer Earth."
"To elevate it," Marcus corrected gently. "There's a difference, Midoriya. One that I think you're beginning to understand."
Izuku moved to the window, staring out at the distant city lights. "Everyone at school is freaking out. Bakugo wants to fight. Iida's talking about our duty to resist. Yaoyorozu is saying maybe we should consider what your uncle - what the Emperor is offering."
"And what do you think?" Marcus asked.
Izuku's fingers traced the windowsill. "I don't know. That's why I'm here. I've been having these... thoughts. Doubts about the hero system. About everything I believed in."
He turned to face Marcus. "All Might is still in a coma. The doctors don't know if he'll ever wake up. He was my mentor, my guide. And now..."
"Now you need answers," Marcus finished for him. "And you came to me, despite knowing what I am."
"What are you, exactly?" Izuku asked, the question that had been burning inside him finally escaping.
Marcus smiled slightly. "Technically, I'm a Viltrumite-human hybrid. But after so long and so much acceptance of my Viltrumite side, it became dominant very fast and so I'm functionally pure Viltrumite. Stronger than any human could ever be, even with the most powerful quirk."
"But you were human once? In your world?"
"Half-Human," Marcus explained. "It's complicated. I was born Mark Grayson in another reality. My father was Nolan, a Viltrumite sent to conquer Earth who fell in love with my human mother. I grew up thinking he was a hero called Omni-Man."
His expression darkened. "When I was seventeen, I learned the truth. My father had been lying, preparing Earth for conquest. We fought- well not literally, more verbally."
"I hated it all, didn't know what to accept, for a day or two thought all of it was a lie, and tried to rebel against the rules as much as I could. I really didn't want to be the Viltrumite Uncle Thragg wanted me to be."
Izuku's eyes widened. "But you and your Uncle seem so close now."
"I changed," Marcus clarified. "Time does that, alongside more info."
He stood, moving to join Izuku at the window. "The point is, I understand what you're going through. Having everything you believed in questioned. Wondering if the heroes you looked up to were really what they seemed."
"All Might was real," Izuku insisted, a flash of his old certainty returning. "He was a true hero."
"I believe you," Marcus said gently. "But one true hero doesn't make a functional system. You've seen the evidence yourself - the corruption, the failures, the inequalities."
Izuku's shoulders slumped. "I know. It's just... hard to accept that something I've believed in my whole life might be fundamentally broken."
"It doesn't mean your desire to help people is wrong," Marcus assured him. "It just means there might be a better way to achieve that goal. A more effective system."
"Under your uncle's rule," Izuku said, not quite a question.
"Under the Emperor's guidance," Marcus corrected. "He doesn't want mindless subjects, Midoriya. He wants elevated beings who reach their full potential. Who contribute to a greater whole."
Izuku was quiet for a long moment. "When I saw him defeat All For One... it wasn't just his power that shocked me. It was how... efficient he was."
"During the fight, there was no wasted movement. No speeches beyond what was necessary for distraction. No showing off for cameras. Just... doing what needed to be done."
"That's who he is," Marcus said. "That's what elevation looks like. Purpose without arrogance. Power with precision."
"And the killing?" Izuku asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "The Nomu at USJ. Shigaraki. All For One."
Marcus's expression grew serious. "Sometimes elevation requires removing obstacles. Those who would cause suffering, who cannot or will not be rehabilitated. It's not done out of malice or vengeance - simply necessity."
"I don't know if I could ever do that," Izuku admitted.
"Maybe you won't have to," Marcus replied. "In a properly functioning society, such measures would rarely be necessary. The current frequency of villain activity is a symptom of your world's dysfunction, not an inevitable condition."
Izuku turned to look at him directly. "Do you really believe that? That your uncle - that the Emperor can create a better world?"
"I don't just believe it," Marcus said with quiet conviction. "I've seen it. On our Earth, crime rates have plummeted. Disease is being eradicated. Poverty is vanishing. People are developing their quirks - their powers - without fear or restriction."
He placed a hand on Izuku's shoulder. "The Emperor doesn't just talk about making things better, Midoriya. He does it. Systematically. Effectively."
Izuku opened his mouth to respond when a deafening explosion ripped through the night sky. The sound was like nothing he'd ever heard - a deep, powerful boom that rattled the building's foundation and shattered the windows in a spray of glass.
Marcus reacted instantly, shielding Izuku with his body as the glass fragments bounced harmlessly off his invulnerable skin.
"What was that?" Izuku gasped, ears ringing from the concussion.
Marcus's expression had transformed from friendly to deadly serious in an instant. "Nothing good."
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One Hour Earlier
President James Richardson of the United States stared at the phone on the Resolute Desk as if it were a venomous snake.
The call had come through on the secure line - the one that bypassed all normal protocols, the one that hadn't been used since the Cuban Missile Crisis.
"Mr. President," his Chief of Staff urged from beside him, "they're waiting for your response."
Richardson looked up, his face ashen. "They want me to authorize a nuclear strike on Japan. Without congressional approval. Without allied consultation. Without any goddamn warning."
"Sir, the caller identified himself with the Illuminate protocol phrase. This is coming from the highest level."
"The Illuminate is a myth," Richardson snapped, though his voice lacked conviction.
The Chief of Staff's expression remained carefully neutral. "Sir, we both know that's not true. Your predecessor briefed you on their... influence."
Richardson ran a hand through his hair, suddenly aware of how much it had grayed in just six months in office. "Even if I believed in some shadow government pulling strings, I can't just launch nuclear weapons on their say-so. There are procedures, safeguards-"
The secure phone rang again. Richardson stared at it for three long seconds before answering.
"Mr. President," came a melodious female voice that somehow bypassed his rational mind and settled directly in his brain stem. "This is Director Mendoza. I understand your hesitation, but I assure you that this action is necessary for global security."
Richardson found himself nodding despite his internal resistance. "The target is... an alien? The one calling himself Emperor Thragg?"
"Precisely," Mendoza replied. "Our analysis confirms his extraterrestrial origin and hostile intent. The Enhanced Strategic Deterrent is the only viable countermeasure. The device has been modified to contain most radiation effects to the target area."
"But... Japan. Our allies. Millions of people-"
"A regrettable but necessary sacrifice," Mendoza interrupted, her voice somehow making genocide sound reasonable. "If this entity establishes control, the consequences will be far worse. You've seen his broadcast. His intentions are clear."
Richardson felt a strange doubling in his mind - part of him screaming in protest while another part nodded in agreement. "I... I need to consult with the Joint Chiefs. The Secretary of Defense-"
"They have already been briefed," Mendoza assured him. "Check your secure terminal."
As if in a dream, Richardson turned to his computer. There they were - digital authorizations from his entire cabinet, the Joint Chiefs, even congressional leadership. All agreeing to this insanity.
All falsified, a distant part of his mind whispered. But that voice grew fainter with each passing second.
"The launch codes, Mr. President," Mendoza prompted gently. "Your authorization is the final step."
Richardson's hand moved to the keyboard as if controlled by an outside force. He input his personal code, followed by the daily authentication phrase.
"Thank you, Mr. President," Mendoza said warmly. "You've made the right choice. History will remember your courage."
The line went dead. Richardson stared at the phone, a single tear tracking down his cheek.
"Sir?" his Chief of Staff prompted.
"Get me the Japanese Prime Minister," Richardson whispered. "I need to-"
The door burst open. Three men in dark suits entered, weapons drawn.
"What the hell is this?" Richardson demanded, rising from his chair.
The lead agent's expression was blank, his eyes unnaturally focused. "The Illuminate thanks you for your service, Mr. President."
The shots were muffled by suppressors. Richardson's body crumpled across the Resolute Desk, blood pooling on documents he would never sign.
"Clean this up," the agent ordered. "The official story is a stress-induced heart attack. The Vice President will be sworn in within the hour."
Similar scenes played out in Moscow, Beijing, London, and other capitals around the world. Leaders who hesitated were removed.
Those who complied were allowed to live, their minds clouded by the lingering effects of All For One's control and The Illuminate's manipulations.
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Deep beneath the Nevada desert, Commander Victor Stone received the launch codes with grim satisfaction. His cybernetically enhanced arm interfaced directly with the launch console.
"ESD deployment authorized," he announced to the technicians around him. "Target: Tokyo, Japan. Specifically, the alien entity designating himself 'Emperor Thragg.'"
"Sir," a young lieutenant spoke up, "these yield calculations - they'll destroy the entire Tokyo metropolitan area. Millions of civilians-"
Stone fixed him with a cold stare. "The Illuminate has determined these losses are acceptable given the threat level. Do you question their wisdom, Lieutenant?"
The young man paled. "N-no, sir."
"Good. Commence launch sequence."
Similar commands echoed through hidden facilities in Russia and China.
Three Enhanced Strategic Deterrents - each small enough to fit in a human hand yet powerful enough to level a major city - were loaded into specialized delivery systems.
Unlike conventional ICBMs, these weapons were designed for stealth and speed. They rose from their silos with minimal thermal signature, accelerating to hypersonic velocities within seconds.
Their trajectories converged on a single target: Japan.
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Thragg sat cross-legged on a blanket spread across a secluded meadow in the Japanese countryside.
The Battle Beast coat was folded neatly beside him, his massive frame clad in a simple black shirt and pants.
Before him, an elaborate spread of food had been arranged
Amanda lounged beside him, leaning against his arm. Roberta sat with perfect posture, sampling each dish and providing her own detailed analysis of how Amanda's cooking tastes, enjoying it, and trying not to speak as Amanda calls it, "Robot speak."
The Eves - Evelyn, Eva, and Samantha - sat in a semicircle, their conversation drifting between normal teenage girl conversations - Evelyn and Eva mostly trying to get Samantha to lighten up - and discussions of their techniques when it comes to their powers.
It was simply a normal family outing.
"This location provides optimal privacy while maintaining aesthetic appeal," Roberta observed, her pink energy manipulating a grape into its component molecules before reassembling it. "The probability of human interruption is approximately 0.0027%."
"I thought we could all use some normalcy," Amanda replied, selecting a strawberry from a nearby plate. "After yesterday's broadcast, things are going to get crazy. This might be our last quiet moment for a while."
Thragg said nothing, his gaze fixed on the distant mountains. His expression, as always, revealed little, but those who knew him well could detect the subtle signs of contentment - a slight relaxation around his eyes, the absence of tension in his shoulders.
"Will people try to fight back?" Eva asked, her voice soft but steady. "Now that they know who we really are?"
"Some will," Thragg replied, his deep voice carrying effortlessly across the meadow. "Those who benefit most from the current system will resist change most fiercely. Others will accept elevation willingly, recognizing its advantages."
"The heroes at school are divided," Evelyn noted. "Some are talking about resistance, but others are considering your offer."
"As expected," Thragg said. "Adaptation occurs at different rates among individuals. Those with greater intelligence and less emotional attachment to existing structures will transition more quickly."
Eva frowned slightly. "But some of them are our friends. If they choose to fight..."
"Then they choose their fate," Thragg stated simply. "Elevation cannot be forced upon the unwilling, but neither can it be delayed for the comfort of the few. The path forward is clear."
Amanda opened her mouth to respond when Thragg suddenly stiffened, his head turning sharply toward the western sky. His eyes narrowed, focusing on something far away.
"Threat detected," he announced, rising to his feet in a single fluid motion. "Multiple high-velocity objects approaching Japanese airspace."
Roberta was instantly alert, her casual demeanor vanishing as she began using her tech. "Missile launch signatures detected in global defense networks. Three trajectories converging on our location."
"Nuclear?" Amanda asked, already moving to gather the Eves.
"Enhanced nuclear," Roberta confirmed, her fingers dancing through holographic displays only she could see. "Quirk-modified weapons with containment fields designed to focus the blast. Yield calculations suggest complete destruction of the Japanese archipelago."
Thragg's expression darkened, the temperature around him seeming to drop several degrees. "Protect yourselves," he commanded. "Roberta, Amanda - shield the girls. I will intercept."
Without waiting for acknowledgment, he launched into the sky, the force of his departure creating a small crater in the meadow. The Battle Beast coat remained behind, abandoned in the urgency of the moment.
Roberta immediately enveloped the group in a pink energy dome. "Molecular density increased to maximum," she reported. "Structural integrity at optimal levels."
Amanda transformed, her skin taking on a greenish hue as her height and musculature increased.
She positioned herself protectively in front of the Eves, though she knew Roberta's shield would likely prove more effective against a nuclear blast.
"Dad will stop them," Samantha stated with absolute conviction. "He won't let anything happen to us."
High above the Earth's atmosphere, Thragg intercepted the first missile. The weapon was surprisingly small - no larger than his hand - but his instincts warned him of the destructive power within it.
Without hesitation, he seized it and accelerated upward, carrying it further away from Earth. He repeated the process with the second and third missiles, gathering all three in his grasp as he soared toward the emptiness of space.
He had just cleared the upper atmosphere, ready to throw it, when the weapons detonated simultaneously.
The explosion was unlike anything Earth had witnessed before - a blinding flash visible across half the planet, followed by a shockwave that disrupted satellite communications and created aurora-like phenomena in the sky.
In the meadow, Amanda shielded her eyes from the distant flash. "Thragg!" she gasped, fear evident in her voice despite her usual confidence.
"C- Calculating blast radius and potential damage," Roberta reported, her voice cracking slightly as her eyes betrayed her concern. "The Emperor's position at detonation should have been sufficient to prevent significant Earth impact, but the yield appears to have exceeded my initial estimates."
"Is he okay?" Evelyn demanded, tears welling in her eyes. "Mom, is Dad okay?"
Before Amanda could answer, a dark shape hurtled from the sky, impacting the ground with enough force to create a small earthquake. Dust and debris billowed outward, obscuring their view momentarily.
As the cloud settled, Thragg stood at its center. His clothing was in tatters, burned away by the blast.
Blood trickled from numerous cuts across his massive frame, though even as they watched, the wounds began to close. His expression was one of cold fury.
"Dad!" Samantha cried, rushing forward as Roberta lowered the energy shield.
Thragg raised a hand, stopping her approach. "I am unharmed," he stated, though the evidence suggested otherwise.
"The weapons were powerful for my limited state - quirk-enhanced nuclear devices with focused blast patterns. Had they detonated as intended, Japan would have been completely destroyed."
"Who would do this?" Eva asked, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and rage. "Who would kill millions of people just to get at us?"
"The Illuminate," Roberta answered before Thragg could speak. "I've just detected their digital signatures in the launch authorization protocols."
"All For One's former puppets, now acting independently since his death. They fear being controlled again and have decided that destruction is preferable to submission. On your orders I ignored them till now- All For One having been priority."
Thragg's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Create me new attire," he commanded Roberta. "My Coat remained here so is unharmed, but the rest is unsalvageable."
Roberta complied immediately, her pink energy swirling around Thragg's form. Within seconds, he was clad in the traditional white and red uniform of the Viltrumite Emperor, the Battle Beast coat being set regally across his shoulders by Evelyn.
"This is a declaration of war," Thragg stated, his voice hard.
"These humans have attempted to destroy not just me, but all of Japan - millions of innocent lives sacrificed in a futile attempt to resist elevation. This can not go unpunished- an example needs to be made for no future resistance, ever."
He activated his communicator, establishing connection with the rest of his family. "Nolan, Marcus, Mark - report to my location immediately. The situation has escalated."
"What are we going to do?" Amanda asked, though she already knew the answer from the cold fury in her husband's eyes.
"We will respond appropriately to this aggression," Thragg replied. "All military installations, weapons depots, and command centers will be neutralized. Any who resist will be eliminated. The time for measured transition has passed."
Samantha's expression hardened with resolve. "They tried to kill us. To kill you. They deserve whatever happens to them."
"Indeed," Thragg agreed, his gaze sweeping across his family. "Roberta, locate the source of this attack. I want the identities and locations of everyone involved."
"Already processing," Roberta confirmed, her eyes unfocused as she accessed global information networks.
"I've identified The Illuminate's structure - six divisions led by six directors. Their primary facilities are heavily shielded against conventional detection, but their digital footprint cannot be hidden from me."
Thragg nodded in approval. "Good. When the others arrive, we will divide responsibilities. Each of you will target specific installations worldwide. Destroy all weapons capabilities, eliminate resistance if necessary."
"If necessary?" Eva questioned, her voice small.
Thragg turned to her, his expression softening fractionally. "This was not my preferred approach, Eva. I offered peaceful transition. They responded with attempted genocide. The consequences are of their choosing, not mine."
Within minutes, Nolan, Marcus, and Mark arrived, their expressions grim as they took in the scene.
"What happened?" Nolan demanded, landing beside Thragg. "We felt the shockwave from miles away."
"Nuclear attack," Thragg replied succinctly. "Quirk-enhanced weapons designed to eliminate Japan entirely. I intercepted them in the upper atmosphere."
Mark's face paled. "They tried to nuke an entire country? Just to get at us?"
"The Illuminate," Roberta explained, displaying holographic profiles of the six directors.
"All For One's former puppets, now free and determined to maintain their power. They appear to have developed an anti-quirk agent designed to eliminate approximately 83% of the global population, allowing them to 'reset' the quirk singularity and establish themselves as gods over the survivors."
"Jesus," Mark whispered, horrified. "That's genocide on a scale that makes even my world's Thragg's conquest plans look humane."
"The situation requires immediate action. We will systematically eliminate all military capabilities worldwide- to truly show the world how powerless they are against us. Any resistance will be met with lethal force." Thragg stated.
He turned to Roberta. "Provide everyone with target information. Priority on nuclear facilities, command centers, and Illuminate strongholds."
Nolan nodded grimly. "Understood. What about civilian casualties?"
"Minimize where possible," Thragg replied. "But this is now a military operation. Those who stand with The Illuminate have chosen their fate."
Mark shifted uncomfortably. "I don't know if I can-"
"You will do what is necessary," Thragg cut him off. "Or you will remain behind. The choice is yours, but understand this: these humans attempted to destroy an entire nation to eliminate me. They plan to kill billions to maintain their power. Hesitation now costs innocent lives."
Mark fell silent, his expression troubled.
Thragg surveyed his family. "I will personally eliminate The Illuminate leadership. The rest of you will target military installations according to Roberta's intelligence. Any questions?"
When none came, he nodded once. "Then go. Show this world the consequence of challenging the Viltrum Empire."
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Marcus and Izuku stood amid the shattered glass of Marcus's bedroom, staring up at the sky where strange lights danced in the aftermath of the distant explosion.
"What's happening?" Izuku asked, his voice tight with fear.
Marcus's communicator chimed. He activated it, listening intently as Thragg's voice delivered terse instructions. His expression grew increasingly grim.
"Someone just tried to nuke Japan," he said as he deactivated the device. "My uncle intercepted the missiles in space."
"Nukes?" Izuku gasped. "Who would-"
"A group called The Illuminate," Marcus explained quickly, already moving toward the broken window.
"Apparently All For One's former puppets. They're planning to kill billions of people with some kind of anti-quirk virus. My uncle has ordered us to neutralize all military installations worldwide. Anyone who resists is to be eliminated."
Izuku's face paled. "Eliminated? You mean-"
"Killed, yes," Marcus confirmed, his tone hardening. "They just tried to murder millions of innocent Japanese citizens, Midoriya. They're planning global genocide. This isn't the time for half measures."
"But- but killing is-"
"Is what?" Marcus challenged, turning to face him fully. "Wrong? Evil? Is it more wrong than allowing billions to die because we're squeamish about getting our hands dirty?"
Izuku fell silent, his moral certainty wavering.
"This is war now," Marcus continued, his voice softening slightly. "Not what my uncle wanted. He offered peaceful transition. They responded with nuclear weapons. Anyone who supports them is now the enemy."
He moved to place a hand on Izuku's shoulder. "Stay here. You'll be safe. I have to go."
"Where?" Izuku asked, though he already knew the answer.
"Wherever I'm needed," Marcus replied. "To destroy weapons that could kill millions more. To stop people who would rather see the world burn than accept change."
Without another word, he launched himself through the broken window, flying into the night sky with a sonic boom that rattled the remaining glass.
Izuku stood alone in the shattered room, his mind racing. Everything he had believed about heroism, about right and wrong, seemed suddenly inadequate in the face of this reality.
Heroes protected people from villains, yes - but what about villains who controlled governments? Who had nuclear weapons? Who planned to kill billions?
Would All Might have hesitated to kill if it meant saving billions of lives? Even if it meant killing those who are simply soldiers?
The question haunted him as he sank onto Marcus's bed, head in his hands.
All his life, he had wanted to be a hero. To save people with a smile, just like All Might.
But... But now he wasn't sure anymore. He understood that sometimes, saving people meant making terrible choices. Meant doing things that didn't feel heroic at all.
Maybe- Maybe Thragg was right. Maybe the hero system was fundamentally flawed - not because heroes weren't good people, but because the problems they faced couldn't always be solved with a punch and a catchphrase.
Sometimes, the only way to save everyone was to eliminate those who threatened them.
As this realization settled in his heart, Izuku felt something shift within him - not a corruption of his ideals, but an evolution.
A maturation of his understanding of what it meant to truly protect people.
Maybe this was what Thragg meant by elevation.
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In the American midwest, Nolan descended upon Malmstrom Air Force Base, home to one of the largest concentrations of nuclear missiles in the United States.
Alarms blared as he approached, and squadrons of fighter jets scrambled to intercept.
They might as well have been paper airplanes for all the resistance they offered.
Nolan moved with methodical precision, targeting missile silos and command bunkers. Each strike was calculated to destroy the weapons while minimizing personnel casualties—not out of mercy, but efficiency.
When a squadron of heroes arrived—America's elite defense force—Nolan paused briefly to address them.
"I have no desire to harm you," he stated calmly. "But these weapons will be destroyed. Stand aside or be removed."
"This is U.S. territory, alien!" their leader shouted, her hands glowing with energy. "You have no authority here!"
"Authority is not granted," Nolan replied coldly. "It is taken. Like this."
His movement was too fast for human eyes to track. One moment he was hovering before them; the next, he stood behind their leader, her unconscious body in his grasp.
"Next one dies," he stated simply. "Choose."
The heroes hesitated, then slowly backed away. Nolan nodded once, then resumed his destruction of the base.
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Similar scenes played out across the globe.
In Russia, Mark targeted the Kosvinsky Mountain Complex - a hardened command bunker designed to withstand conventional nuclear attacks.
His initial reluctance faded as he encountered the facility's defense systems - quirk-enhanced weapons designed to cause maximum casualties.
These weren't defensive measures. They were tools of mass destruction, hidden from the public and controlled by the very people who had just attempted to obliterate Japan.
As Mark faced the Russian heroes, their quirks activated - ice crystals forming around one man's arms, another woman's skin hardening to metal, a third hero's eyes glowing with energy.
"Please," Mark began, "I don't want to hurt you. These weapons need to be destroyed. You probably don't know, but they are controlled by people who just tried to kill millions in Japan."
"We defend Russia," the lead hero responded in accented English, ice spreading from his fingertips. "Not alien invaders."
Mark closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them, his decision was made. "Then I'm sorry for what happens next."
The heroes attacked simultaneously.
Mark moved - not with the brutality of Conquest, not the cold precision of Thragg, but with the focused determination of someone who had found clarity in his choices.
When it was over, he stood amid the unconscious bodies of Russia's defenders. He had pulled his punches, using just enough force to incapacitate rather than kill.
But he knew not everyone in his family would show such restraint.
He internally cursed himself a little- he promised himself he will be the Emperor's Knight, but when the time came to truly be it, he's still so... hesitant. Pulled apart between his former ideals and these new ones.
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-In China,
It was Evelyn's turn to act.
The Quirk Integration Laboratory beneath the Lop Nur region housed weapons that combined nuclear capabilities with quirk enhancements - weapons designed specifically to target beings with power like her family.
Ones only known to the Illuminate, hidden from all others' knowledge.
As Chinese heroes and military personnel surrounded her, she created a molecular barrier between them.
"I don't want to fight you," she called out, her voice steady, "But these weapons cannot exist. They tried to destroy Japan today. Next time, it could be Beijing."
"You have no right here," a general shouted back. "China will not bow to alien dictators!"
Evelyn sighed, then manipulated the oxygen molecules around the defenders, creating a temporary vacuum that rendered them unconscious without permanent harm.
"Like my dad loves to say- no one gives us the right," she said softly, "we take it."
As she then used her powers to unmake the entire facility and the weapons, though sparing those who stood against them with minimal injuries.
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-The Rothwell Global Financial Tower - London
Director Alistair Rothwell stood at his office window, gazing out at the London skyline. For the first time in decades, genuine emotion played across his features - a mixture of fear and excitement.
"Status report," he demanded, not turning from the window.
His assistant, a nervous young man whose quirk allowed him to process information at superhuman speeds, consulted a tablet. "The nuclear strike failed, sir. All three ESD devices were intercepted and detonated in the upper atmosphere."
"And the contingency measures?"
"The anti-quirk agent is secure in the Prometheus facility. Distribution systems are ready for global deployment on your command."
Rothwell nodded, his reflection in the glass showing a grim smile. "They may have survived our first attempt, but we still hold the ultimate leverage. If this 'Emperor' persists, we'll release the agent. Better a depopulated world under our control than slavery under an alien master."
The building suddenly shook, the vibration subtle but unmistakable. Rothwell frowned, turning from the window. "What was that?"
Before his assistant could answer, the massive doors to Rothwell's office burst inward, torn from their reinforced hinges as if they were made of paper.
In the doorway stood Thragg, his massive frame filling the space completely.
The Battle Beast coat flowed around him like a living thing, its white fur stark against the office's dark décor.
Blood stained Thragg's hands and spattered his uniform - showing clearly what he's done before arriving here.
His expression was terrifyingly calm, his eyes cold with an Emperor's judgement.
"Director Rothwell," Thragg stated, his deep voice resonating through the office. "You attempted to destroy Japan with nuclear weapons. You plan to eliminate billions with an anti-quirk agent. Your existence is no longer compatible with this world's elevation."
Rothwell's assistant screamed, dropping his tablet as he scrambled backward. Rothwell himself remained surprisingly composed, straightening his tie with manicured fingers that trembled only slightly.
"So the alien reveals his true nature at last," he said, his aristocratic accent pronounced. "Not a benevolent ruler but a conqueror like all the rest. Tell me, 'Emperor,' how are you different from All For One? From any tyrant who demands submission?"
"The difference," Thragg replied, stepping into the room, "is purpose. All For One sought control for its own sake. I seek elevation - the systematic improvement of all under my authority."
"Pretty words to justify the same outcome," Rothwell sneered. "Either way, we bow to another's will."
"No," Thragg corrected. "You die. I don't want you in my new world."
With speed too great for human eyes to track, Thragg closed the distance between them. His hand closed around Rothwell's throat, lifting the man off the ground with effortless strength.
"Where is the anti-quirk agent?" Thragg demanded. "The location of the Prometheus facility."
Despite his position, Rothwell managed a cold smile. "You're too late. The deployment command was sent the moment you entered this building."
"Within hours, the agent will spread globally. The quirk singularity will be reset, and those of us with the antidote will emerge as gods. You will need us if you wish to truly allow quirks to evolve again."
Thragg's expression didn't change, but his grip tightened fractionally. "You believe I cannot stop this. Your confidence is misplaced."
He activated his communicator. "Roberta. The anti-quirk agent has been deployed. Location: facility designated 'Prometheus.' Find it."
"Already searching, Emperor. It's an annoyance since they've been efficient and have only recently put the data digitally- all of it previously apparently only on paper. A counter measure were All For One unable to control the Singularity." Roberta's voice replied.
"Correlating data from Illuminate networks... Located. Prometheus facility is beneath the Atlantic Ocean, coordinates being transmitted to your device now."
"Good," Thragg acknowledged. "Alert Nolan and the others. This takes priority over all other targets."
He returned his attention to Rothwell, who was beginning to show signs of oxygen deprivation. "Your plan fails, Director. As all plans that oppose elevation must."
"You... can't... stop... all of us," Rothwell gasped, his face purpling. "The Illuminate... has existed... for generations. We will... rise again."
"No," Thragg stated simply. "You won't."
With a clench of his hand, Rothwell's neck exploded into blood, hitting Thragg's face. The body and head fell to the floor, discarded like waste.
The assistant cowered in the corner, tears streaming down his face. "Please," he begged. "I'm nobody. Just an employee. I didn't know-"
"You knew," Thragg interrupted. "You aided in the planning of genocide. Your fate is sealed."
As Thragg moved toward him, the assistant activated his quirk, his mind processing information at incredible speed - analyzing escape routes, calculating odds, searching desperately for some way to survive.
But there was none. The last thought that raced through his mind was that no one could save him.
Not from this Devil.
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-Prometheus Facility - Atlantic Ocean
Three miles beneath the ocean's surface, in a facility built into the seabed itself, Dr. Elise Verne monitored the deployment of the anti-quirk agent with clinical detachment.
"Distribution systems operating at 97% efficiency," she reported to the facility's security chief. "Global saturation will be achieved in approximately 72 hours."
"And the effects?" the chief asked, his cybernetic eye scanning security feeds.
"Patient Zero has been exposed as a control test," Dr. Verne replied, gesturing to a sealed chamber where a young man thrashed in agony.
"Complete quirk destabilization occurring as predicted. Cellular breakdown has begun at the genetic level. Death will follow within minutes."
The security chief nodded grimly. "And the antidote?"
"Secured in the vault. Sufficient doses for The Illuminate and designated survival stock only."
A sudden alarm blared throughout the facility, red lights flashing in warning. The security chief's cybernetic eye widened in alarm.
"Multiple breaches detected!" he shouted. "Perimeter defenses failing!"
Dr. Verne rushed to a monitor, her clinical composure cracking. "Impossible. We're three miles underwater. The pressure alone would-"
Her words died as the massive reinforced door to the control room crumpled inward.
Nolan Grayson stood in the doorway, water streaming from his uniform but otherwise appearing completely unaffected by the crushing depths.
"The anti-quirk agent," he demanded without preamble. "Where is it?"
The security chief activated his quirk, his cybernetic parts glowing with energy as he charged Nolan.
It was like watching a child attack a mountain. Nolan caught him mid-charge, his expression almost mock apologetic as he drove his fist through the man's chest.
"I'll ask once more," Nolan said, turning to Dr. Verne as the chief's body slid to the floor. "The agent. Where?"
Dr. Verne backed against her console, terror replacing her normal controlled look. "Central distribution hub, two levels down. But it's too late - the deployment has begun. The dispersal systems are already releasing it into the atmosphere worldwide."
Nolan activated his communicator. "Emperor, the agent has been deployed. Distribution systems are active."
"Understood," Thragg's voice replied. "Roberta is en route with Eva. Their molecular manipulation abilities should be sufficient to neutralize the agent. Secure the facility and eliminate all personnel."
"Acknowledged," Nolan confirmed before turning back to Dr. Verne.
"You developed a weapon designed to kill billions- this could perhaps normally be forgiven, but you've fully sealed your fate, for those billions are supposed to be Viltrum's resources for further evolution. And you tried to take them from us."
"There is only one appropriate response to such an action."
Dr. Verne's mind- as her head was cut off from a chop - couldn't help but note the efficiency with which Nolan ended her life - quick, precise, almost merciful compared to what her agent would have inflicted on its victims.
Nolan without a second look moved through the facility, and continued eliminating Illuminate scientists and security personnel.
When Roberta and Eva arrived minutes later, they found Nolan standing amid the aftermath, his expression grim but resolved.
"The distribution systems are through there," he indicated with a gesture. "Can you neutralize it?"
Roberta nodded, her analytical mind already processing the chemical composition of the agent. "The molecular structure is complex but not beyond our capabilities. Eva, we'll need to work in tandem - you focus on neutralizing the agent already in the atmosphere while I reconfigure the distribution systems to release a counteragent."
Eva hesitated, looking at the bodies around them. "Did they all have to die?" she asked quietly.
"Yes," Nolan replied without hesitation. "They were actively participating in genocide. The Emperor's judgment was clear."
Eva nodded slowly, her expression troubled but determined. "Then let's make sure their plan fails completely."
As pink energy surrounded both women, their abilities working in perfect harmony to neutralize the greatest threat this world's humanity had ever faced, Nolan watched with a mixture of pride and sadness.
This was not how any of them had wanted elevation to proceed. But The Illuminate had forced their hand. Now there could be no half measures, no gentle transition.
The Emperor's wrath had been awakened, and it would not be satisfied until all threats to his world had been eliminated.
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In Washington D.C., Amanda systematically destroyed the Pentagon's nuclear command center, her enhanced form easily withstanding the best efforts of America's military.
"I don't want to hurt you," she told the soldiers who confronted her, her voice distorted by her transformation. "But these weapons nearly destroyed Japan today. They cannot be allowed to exist."
When heroes arrived - Some of America's top-ranked defenders, though no Star and Stripes Amanda noted - She faced them with grim determination. "Your governments just tried to commit genocide," she told them. "Think carefully about whose side you're really on."
Some listened. Others attacked. Amanda showed restraint, incapacitating rather than killing when possible.
But those who persisted, who threatened her mission with quirks capable of genuine harm - they discovered the limits of her mercy.
They were ripped apart, and blood soaked her, like it always did her husband.
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In Moscow, Mark had completed his destruction of Russia's strategic command centers when he encountered a hero whose quirk allowed him to see through deception - including the lies people told themselves.
"You don't believe in this," the hero said in heavily accented English, blood trickling from a cut on his forehead. "I can see the doubt in your heart."
Mark hesitated, floating above. "What I believe doesn't matter," he replied. "What matters is what's necessary."
"Is it necessary to become what you once fought against?" the hero asked. "To kill those who disagree?"
"You seem to misunderstand," Mark brought his bloodied hand upon his face, running his fingers down as he sighed, and began quietly,
"I don't want this not because I fucking care about all of you. Sure, in the beginning when I arrived here and had to fight, I was squemish about harming you all, since its not what I'm used to."
"I'm supposed to be a hero after all- It's what I'm used to after how much my dad fucking failed me."
In a blur he grabbed the hero by his neck choking him, "I just don't understand why you- all these worlds deserve our time and effort to save, when you yourselves don't want saving." Mark spat with anger as the hero's vision blurred and he turned unconscious.
With a hint of disdain he threw the hero to the side.
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In Beijing, Evelyn had just finished neutralizing China's quirk-enhanced nuclear research facility when she received an urgent communication from Roberta.
"The anti-quirk agent has been neutralized," Roberta reported. "All Illuminate facilities have been secured or destroyed. The Emperor requests your presence at the Tokyo coordinates."
Evelyn acknowledged the order, relief washing over her. The immediate threat had been eliminated. The worst had been prevented.
But as she flew toward the rendezvous point, she couldn't help wondering what would come next. The world had seen the Emperor's wrath now - had witnessed the power of the Viltrum Empire unleashed.
Would they understand that this force had been used in their defense? That the alternative had been billions dead?
Or would they see only the destruction, the deaths of those who had stood in their way?
As these thoughts troubled her, Evelyn felt something shift in the air around her - a subtle change in the fabric of reality itself. For a moment, she thought it was her imagination.
Then her communicator activated automatically, Thragg's voice coming through with unusual urgency.
"All family members, converge on my location immediately. The conditions will soon be met. The world is secured."
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-Grayson Residence
Izuku sat alone in Marcus's shattered room, the events of the night swirling through his mind like a hurricane.
Outside, strange lights danced in the sky - aftermath of the thwarted nuclear attack, or perhaps evidence of the ongoing conflict as the Grayson family neutralized weapons worldwide.
His phone had been buzzing constantly with messages from classmates, from his mother, from everyone trying to know if he's all right, if he knows what's going on with how close he is to the Graysons.
He had ignored them all, too lost in his own moral crisis to respond.
Everything he had believed about heroism seemed suddenly inadequate.
The black-and-white morality he had clung to - heroes save everyone, villains hurt people - crumbled in the face of a world where governments launched nuclear weapons and shadow organizations planned global genocide.
In such a world, what did it mean to be a hero? What did it mean to save everyone?
As these questions tormented him, Izuku just felt... lost for a moment. Like he wanted to let go of it all and just... did. He felt a strange sensation - a warmth spreading through his chest, a clarity settling over his thoughts.
He didn't care anymore. About true heroism like the world defined it. About what a villain was in the eyes of the world.
All he cared about was how he defined being a hero- and that was saving and helping people, even when they themselves didn't want to be saved.
And Thragg's way was that.
As this realization settled in his heart, accepted fully and without reservation, Izuku looked up to see something impossible - a massive crimson portal opening in the sky above the Grayson residence, visible through the broken window.
The portal stretched across the horizon, its swirling energies casting an eerie red glow over the landscape. It was as if reality itself had torn open, revealing something beyond comprehension.
Izuku stared in awe, unable to process what he was seeing.
Descending from the portal, came a massive vessel - sleek and deadly, its design unlike any human craft.
A spaceship, Izuku realized with shock. An actual alien spaceship.
As it descended through the atmosphere, smaller craft emerged from its hangars, spreading out across the sky.
And behind them, silhouetted against the crimson portal, came flying figures - dozens of them, moving with the same impossible speed and grace he had seen in Thragg and his family.
More Viltrumites.
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-A bit earlier
Thragg hovered high above Tokyo, the Battle Beast coat flowing around him in the night breeze.
Blood stained his uniform and hands.
Director Rothwell, Director Zhao, Director Volkov, Director Mendoza, Director Tanaka, Director Al-Farsi - all dead by his hand, their bodies left as warnings in the ruins of their secret facilities.
Their subordinates, their security forces, their scientists - all killed, brutally.
How dare they try to waste his efforts by making this entire world useless through eliminating the strongest quirks?
The Emperor's wrath against such defiance had been absolute, and unstoppable.
Now, as he waited for his family to converge on his location, Thragg felt a familiar sensation - the interface activating before his eyes, visible only to him:
[STATUS] Name: Thragg (formerly Samael)
Race: Viltrumite Position: Emperor of Viltrum Empire
Strength: Supreme
Age: [Classified]
[ATTRIBUTES]
Physical Power: Beyond Planetary (No longer limited)
Durability: Beyond Planetary (No longer limited)
Flight Speed: Massively Faster Than Light (No longer limited)
Combat Skill: Master of All Known Techniques (No longer limited)
Intelligence: Strategic Genius
[FUNCTIONS]
Universal Travel: UNLOCKED
Conditions Met:
Control of current world stabilized
Hero: Acquired
Villain: Dead
Path of elevation chosen by free will rather than necessitating death.
Would you like to travel now?
Thragg's expression didn't change, but inwardly, he felt a surge of satisfaction. The conditions had been met- it seems Izuku accepted.
Marcus had done his job well. He'll need to reward him well for his actions.
This world was secured/
Mark Grayson - the Original Mark - had become his Knight of Justice, embracing the necessity of lethal force when required for the greater good (though he appeared to recently be doubting his want to help worlds.)
And Izuku Midoriya - this world's chosen hero - had accepted elevation in his heart, recognizing the flaws in the hero system and the necessity of Thragg's approach.
The path forward was clear.
As his family gathered around him - Nolan, Mark, Marcus, Amanda, Roberta, Evelyn, Eva, and Samantha - Thragg activated the interface's function.
A massive crimson portal opened in the sky above them, stretching across the horizon like a wound in reality itself.
"The conditions have been met," he announced, his deep voice carrying to his assembled family. "This world is now under Viltrum's protection."
"What's happening?" Mark asked, staring up at the portal in awe.
"The next phase of elevation," Thragg replied as he sent the signal. "Our forces arrive to secure this world while we continue our mission across the multiverse."
From the portal- after a minute- emerged a massive Viltrumite warship.
Smaller craft deployed from its hangars, spreading out across the sky in perfect formation.
Behind them came dozens of Viltrumites, led by General Kregg, Conquest, Lucan, and Anissa.
They descended through the atmosphere, their white uniforms stark against the night sky, before coming to hover in perfect formation before their Emperor.
Kregg was the first to kneel, fist to chest in the traditional Viltrumite salute. "Emperor," he greeted, his scarred face showing rare emotion - pride, perhaps, or relief at seeing his ruler unharmed. "We received your signal. The Empire stands ready."
"Rise, General," Thragg commanded. "Report on the status of our original Earth."
"Integration proceeds as planned," Kregg reported, standing at attention. "Resistance has been minimal and efficiently managed."
"Good," Thragg acknowledged. "This world has attempted nuclear strike against us. The threat has been neutralized, but complete integration will require force."
Kregg nodded in understanding. "The fleet stands ready, Emperor. We await your commands."
Thragg surveyed the assembled forces - his family, his generals, his army. The tools with which he would reshape not just this world, but countless others across the multiverse.
"Secure all major government and military installations," he ordered. "Any resistance is to be eliminated. Those who accept elevation are to be incorporated into the new order. Priority on stabilizing regions where The Illuminate's influence was strongest."
"It will be done, Emperor," Kregg confirmed, knowing that he will soon enough receive the data to understand what is going on- for now he will simply say he will obey, as he will when he has the info - saluting once more before turning to relay the orders to the assembled Viltrumites.
As his army dispersed to carry out his commands, Thragg turned to his family. "Our work here is temporarily complete. This world will be secured by our forces while we continue our mission."
"Mission?" Mark questioned, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "You mean... more worlds?"
"The multiverse is vast," Thragg replied, deciding to ignore it for now. "And our purpose extends beyond a single reality. Elevation must be universal."
Amanda moved to stand beside him, her hand finding his. "Where to next, Emperor?"
Thragg's gaze turned toward the crimson portal, still swirling above them. "For now, home."
"Come with. It is time to rest," And with these words Thragg fly high into the red portal followed by his family.
This world was conquered. Now they return to their own and rest.
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(Author note: Good lord that took me HOURS! My arms hurt!
Fuck! Well, I hope you enjoyed, do tell me how you found it.
I'm just gonna stop writing now, and go eat something.
Bye!)