Operation Assassinorum — Total Annihilation
Inside the command center, Kenthelion stood firm, surrounded by stunning yet deadly women—Saeko Busujima, Rika Minami, Yuriko Takagi, and others. Their eyes were fixed on the tactical display as Operation Officio Assassinorum commenced.
Aboard the Japanese flagship, a shadow moved silently among the soldiers. It was an agent of the Callidus Temple, perfectly disguised as a naval officer. Calm and calculating, she disabled the communications systems, cut off the power grid, and neutralized the ship's weapon control—crippling the vessel before anyone realized what was happening.
Mere minutes later, from an almost impossible distance to trace, the Vindicare Temple assassin took action. One by one, captains, lieutenants, and key officers were picked off with chilling precision. The entire fleet was thrown into chaos.
As panic spread and leadership crumbled, the Eversor Temple was unleashed.
The assassin landed on the main deck like a demon incarnate—death pouring from every corridor and chamber. Inhumanly fast and brutally efficient, he slaughtered hundreds in minutes. What followed wasn't a battle... it was a massacre.
And just when the remaining troops tried to muster hope, the final shadow emerged—an agent of the Culexus Temple.
Silent. Soundless. Soul-crushing. His presence alone was enough to drain the will to fight. Despair engulfed the survivors. One by one, they dropped to their knees in primal terror, before the figure vanished into the void once more.
In under three hours, the entire enemy naval fleet—over 80 warships, from corvettes to carriers—was rendered completely inoperative.
Yuriko Takagi stared at the screen, a frozen expression of disbelief on her face.
"Three hours... That's all it took?" she whispered. As a former agent, she had seen death, sabotage, and covert warfare. But what Kenthelion had sent... was something else entirely. Efficient, ruthless, and terrifyingly surgical. Every move resulted in death. Even the food supplies had been poisoned. Not a single step wasted.
She had never imagined the Japanese military could fall so quickly—so completely.
Rika Minami felt the same.
She, too, could barely believe it.
"It wasn't even a battle," she murmured. "It was... extermination."
As the dust of Operation Officio Assassinorum settled, a new force approached the devastated Japanese fleet.
Massive carriers bearing the insignia of the United States loomed in the distance—but they were not crewed by Americans. Instead, they were filled with regiments of the Astra Militarum, elite human forces of Kenthelion's interdimensional empire. Their mission: rescue.
Their objective wasn't conquest. It was to liberate the women who had been captured, mistreated, and abused by Japanese soldiers aboard the warships.
Inside the dark, blood-soaked hulls of the destroyed fleet, traumatized women watched as strange, armored soldiers eliminated any remaining Japanese troops with unflinching efficiency. The liberators moved like executioners from another world—cold, swift, and unstoppable.
Terrified at first, the rescued women clung to each other, unsure whether these newcomers were here to save them or continue the nightmare.
Some of the braver ones began stepping over the corpses of their captors—spitting, stomping, and kicking the lifeless bodies of the men who had violated them. It wasn't vengeance. It was catharsis.
But when they caught sight of the Astra Militarum soldiers, fear returned.
Were they just another version of the same monsters?
The women recoiled, clutching whatever rags they had for modesty. To them, uniformed men were all the same.
It wasn't until the Political Commissars of the Astra Militarum stepped forward—explaining over and over, with calm yet firm voices—that the women began to understand:
"We are not your enemies. We are here to bring you justice—and dignity."
Fresh cloth was provided. Medics and support staff covered them in warm blankets. Some cried. Others stared in shock.
The soldiers swept through every ship, purging survivors. No mercy was shown to the enemy. When they reached the prisons, the cells were opened—one by one.
The women were freed. All of them.
When the women were finally freed from their prison cells, they were escorted with honor, guarded carefully as they made their way to Haneda Airport, Tokyo. There, they would receive medical treatment, psychological counseling, and, most importantly—safety.
The nightmare was over. For now.
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Meanwhile, back at the command center...
Yuriko Takagi stood with arms crossed, her eyes fixed sharply on the man known as Kenthelion. Her expression was a tangled mix of suspicion and confusion.
"Why did you really come to Japan, Kenthelion?" she asked, her voice low and serious. "You have an army. I don't see why you'd need to come here yourself."
Kenthelion gave a quiet laugh. He leaned back in his seat and casually draped an arm over Saeko Busujima, who was seated beside him, unfazed.
"Isn't it obvious? I came looking for a wife," he said with a smirk. "I heard Japanese women are beautiful, graceful, and gentle. I had to see for myself."
Saeko rolled her eyes. She was used to his nonsense by now.
"And of course," Kenthelion continued, casting a playful glance at Yuriko and Rika Minami, "that includes future wives like Yuriko Takagi... and Rika Minami too. Even if you're both still pretending to be shy."
In perfect unison, both women's faces turned crimson.
"You bastard! Shameless pervert! Absolute playboy!" they snapped.
But something in their reactions betrayed them.
They didn't really mean it.
Deep down, Yuriko—despite still being married—and Rika, who was in a similar situation, both felt something shift inside. Something small. Something dangerous.
Because Kenthelion, as ridiculous and overconfident as he was, had already begun breaking through their walls.
But with audacity... and charm.
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By midday, the Astra Militarum had successfully rescued the women.
On the shoreline, massive tents had been set up as temporary shelters. Fresh, clean military uniforms—simple but sturdy—were distributed to the survivors.
Kenthelion stood quietly at the edge of the camp, gazing at the endless sea of rescued souls. Over 120,000 women. His lips twitched slightly.
"Were the Japanese soldiers secretly breeding horses or something?" he muttered to himself, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"How the hell do you even manage to kidnap 120,000 people? How many towns, villages, and cities did they sweep through?"
He didn't follow Yuriko, Saeko, Rika, or Shizuka when they left to help comfort the traumatized women. He stood back, mind adrift.
Kenthelion had a question burning in his brain ever since he arrived in this world:
"Where the hell did the zombies come from?"
He had read the manga. Watched the anime. He knew this world. He knew it.
And then it hit him.
The author—Daisuke Satō—had died in 2017. Ischemic heart disease.
Kenthelion remembered hearing about it in his past life, and when he did, he'd felt genuinely heartbroken.
There was talk of a corporation responsible for the outbreak in Highschool of the Dead, but...
He never looked into it.
He didn't want to.
Because once the creator had died, it felt... wrong.
Like opening a wound that was never meant to heal.
Kenthelion stared at the waves.
"Big brother, what's wrong? Why are all these women crying?" Little Alice walked up, gently holding Kenthelion's hand as she asked softly.
"They faced danger out at sea, but now they're safe. That's why they're crying tears of relief and happiness," Kenthelion replied, unsure what else to say, so he lied to keep Alice from worrying.
Alice nodded quietly. "I understand," she said, then turned and was escorted away by two Space Marines.
"Your Majesty, Emperor," one of the soldiers reported, "we received information from the women. Their soldiers came from the harbor where the Japanese army had established a safe zone—but now that area has been taken over by zombies. They're roaming freely."
Kenthelion nodded thoughtfully. "Alright. We'll begin the conquest of Japan. As for Europe and America, let them spread the chaos on their own."
"Understood, Your Majesty."
It took nearly an hour before the girls returned, their eyes red from holding back tears and trauma. Kenthelion knew they had witnessed firsthand the horrifying condition of the rescued women.
"How does it feel to see the cruelty of humanity when the law no longer exists?" Kenthelion asked with a crooked smile, deliberately lightening the mood so they could recover faster.
"Cruel."
"Nothing more terrifying than cruelty itself."
"If I ever meet them, I want to kill them myself."
"Don't be too kind to those who've lost their humanity. Sometimes, kindness will be the thing that kills you..." Kenthelion said darkly.
"How exactly do you plan to manage that?" Yuriko Takagi cut in sharply, clearly tired of his cryptic talk. "I don't want to hear any more nonsense."
"It's their choice. If they want to follow the rules here, I'm fine with raising them. If they want to leave, that's their decision—and I won't interfere," Kenthelion said seriously.
"You're not forcing them to stay? They'll die if they leave on their own. That's cruelty."
"Alright then, I'll send them all to Soichiro Takagi. Does that work?"
"No. He can't support everyone there. If you add more people, they'll starve in a day."
"Of course I've checked your food supplies," Yuriko said proudly, puffing out her large chest—almost making Kenthelion lose his composure. "You have enough provisions to feed an entire city like New York. You won't run out of food for at least a hundred years."
"Good grief, that's supposed to be a military secret!" Kenthelion muttered in confusion.
"I went to see it myself. Your soldiers still salute me," Yuriko laughed as she spoke.
Kenthelion fell silent. The soldiers probably saw Yuriko as their own woman—better to just forget it.
Just then, a soldier approached to report.
"Your Majesty, Emperor, a horde of zombies from the cities surrounding Tokyo is heading toward the capital. Similar outbreaks are occurring worldwide, including our troops in America and Europe. It's as if someone is directing them."
"How many zombies? And how long until they reach Tokyo?"
"There are roughly ten million zombies from nearby cities. The city is burning. They're chasing survivors who came here after hearing our radio broadcasts announcing the safe zone at Haneda Airport, Tokyo."
"How long will it take them to arrive?"
"About three days, Your Majesty. It seems some evolved zombies are leading the horde."
"Good. No need to chase them down."
"Order the rookie Astra Militarum units to prepare. In three days, I want this planet under our control—fast."
"And rescue as many survivors as possible worldwide."
"Let the rookies get used to their weapons before returning to Terra Aeterna."
"Even if they're easy to kill, their numbers are overwhelming."
Kenthelion strode toward the command center, ignoring the beautiful women nearby.
Seeing him rush off, Saeko Busutjima didn't know what to make of it and started following him.
Back at the command center, Kenthelion stared at the large screen showing hordes of zombies—damn, it looked like a scene straight out of Resident Evil in Raccoon City.
"Why are there so many zombies?" Yuriko Takagi asked, eyes glued to the screen.
Saeko Busutjima, Rika Minami, and the others were speechless—the sheer number of zombies was terrifying.
"These zombies are coming from the cities around Tokyo, attracted to the survivors," Kenthelion said while watching the screen. "I don't know how the survivors managed to escape."
To Kenthelion, these zombies weren't truly dangerous. He was here to train the rookie Astra Militarum from the Wandering Earth world. If they couldn't face countless zombies, they'd never survive fighting aliens on the battlefield.