After completing the long tour introducing Terra Aeterna, Reuel finally returned to his residence within the Imperial Palace—the Golden Throne's very heart. He made his way straight to his private quarters, the place he now shared with the women who had become part of his life. That day, they were also accompanied by a few girls from the world of Highschool of the Dead. All of them now stood in a world that once endured a biochemical crisis—the birthplace of Reuel himself.
Upon arriving at the residence, Reuel and his entourage stepped into the rooms that had been prepared for them. The girls' eyes wandered across every corner of the space, filled with curiosity and awe at their new home—grand, elegant, yet still warm and personal.
"Come, I'll show you downstairs," said Reuel, catching the spark of curiosity on their faces. He led them down the stairs toward the main living room.
When they reached it, they found Angie watching a holographic television with a serious expression. The last time Reuel had left this place, no broadcasts were active. But clearly, the household hadn't stayed idle in his absence. They had managed to reactivate the local TV network—going so far as to create their own internal news channel.
"Big bro! Finally home! You took forever on that walk!" Angie shouted joyfully as soon as she heard footsteps on the stairs. She immediately ran over and hugged Reuel with unfiltered excitement.
Reuel returned the hug with a warm smile. "Angie, you doing okay while I was gone?"
"Of course! I'm Angie, remember?" she replied confidently, drawing soft smiles from the women behind Reuel.
He glanced around the room. "Where's Alice and the others?"
"They're busy. Said something about helping Miss Richelieu with paperwork," Angie replied while plopping back into her seat, folding her arms like some wannabe grown-up.
Sensing the moment was right, Reuel introduced the group of women who had come back with him.
"Angie, starting today, these lovely ladies will be living with us. This is Takagi Yuriko, Busujima Saeko, Shizuka Marikawa, Miyamoto Kiriko, and Rika Minami."
His tone was just a little awkward as he listed their names, especially when he caught the way Angie was staring at him. Her gaze was sharp—clearly saying: You brought more girls? Seriously, big bro?
But Angie quickly composed herself. She nodded politely, doing her best to act mature in front of the new women.
"Hello, everyone. My name's Angie. I'm Reuel's little sister," she said formally, flashing a sweet, practiced smile.
The women immediately returned her greeting, and in no time, the atmosphere began to loosen. Familiarity started to bloom, marked by light laughter and conversations that began to flow freely.
And don't ask how they were all suddenly able to speak fluent English—that part had already been handled. Reuel, who wielded 50% of the Emperor of Mankind's power, had used his psionic abilities to transfer language comprehension directly into their minds. For the most powerful Psyker in human history, translating languages was child's play. From now on, communication was no longer a problem. They could all speak one tongue.
Because at this point, it wasn't just their hearts that were being brought together…
But also their fates—within an Imperium reborn.
Reuel dropped himself onto the sofa with a long exhale. Around him, the girls were busy chatting, sharing laughter and light stories. He picked up the remote, turned on the holographic television, and began flipping through the available channels.
The screen displayed various films and animations—fresh-looking, yet unfamiliar. Not a single one came from the world he once knew. He kept changing channels, hoping to find something familiar... or at least not completely bizarre.
Then a logo appeared: IBC — Imperial Broadcasting Consortium.
He raised an eyebrow. "Imperial state media, huh... at least it looks professional," he muttered.
Soon after, he came across other channels: UNN (Unified News Network), HoloNet News, UNSC, and ANN (Alliance News Network). Each seemed to represent fragments of eras and powers now united under the new Imperium.
But what truly caught Reuel's attention was the channels run by the Administratum and the Ecclesiarchy. Their broadcasts followed a strict schedule—morning, noon, and night. Reuel squinted. "A new flavor of propaganda," he thought. The old vox-casters were apparently a thing of the past—doctrinal messages were now transmitted in high-resolution holovisuals.
Driven by curiosity, he tuned in to one of the broadcasts.
A Ministorum preacher appeared on the screen, delivering a sermon in a booming, fiery voice. Sometimes he chanted prayers; other times, he berated unseen congregants. But the message never changed: absolute praise for the Emperor, eternal damnation for xenos, heretics, and mutants, and a relentless call to labor for the glory of mankind.
> "Labor is prayer! Every bolt is for the Emperor!"
Between sermons, holo-picts showed clips of preachers giving speeches in cathedrals, factory corridors, and street corners. No sacred ground was free from their voices. Attendance was mandatory. Absence could be seen as heresy.
> "The Emperor watches. Betrayal in the heart is heresy in the blood."
But what really drained Reuel wasn't the sermons—it was the ads slotted in between.
Not product promos. Not entertainment reels.
But public executions. Footage of xenos world exterminations. Documentaries on the blood-soaked victories of the Imperial Guard. These broadcasts were packaged as mandatory national viewings, as if death itself had become the empire's prime-time entertainment.
Reuel sighed deeply.
"No wonder Angie only watches cartoons..." he muttered. "Everything else is just mass brainwashing."
He turned off the television and decided to focus more on the IBC channel. At the very least, the name sounded more professional.
Still, his mind drifted. He hadn't had the chance to check how the administrative affairs of the Imperium were going during his absence—especially those handled by Richelieu and Belfast. There was a chance everything was going smoothly… or it could be an utter disaster.
Not long after, calm footsteps echoed from the hallway. Ada Wong entered the living room, her gaze briefly sweeping the room before settling on Reuel.
"You're back," she said, gentle yet firm.
"Just arrived," Reuel replied as he walked toward her. He embraced and kissed Ada warmly. "How have things been here?"
"All's well. And... these women?" Ada asked, her eyes resting on the newly arrived girls. Though her tone was neutral, it was obvious she'd already figured it out.
Reuel gave a quick round of introductions. The atmosphere turned awkward for a second—but only a second. He then activated the internal comms system and summoned Alice and the others back to the Imperial Palace.
A few minutes later, the living room became far livelier. Now there were ten women plus Angie. Fortunately, the Imperial Palace was big enough—if it weren't, things would've descended into chaos long ago.
Reuel realized something: sooner or later, they really would have to build additional large rooms. His residence was no longer just a private space—it was becoming a small headquarters within the empire he was constructing.
Alice and her group were quickly drawn into Yuriko Takagi's story. When they heard that the girls' world had also been struck by a zombie outbreak, their reaction was one of surprise.
"Your world too...?" murmured Alice.
"Yes. But we went through something worse," said Yuriko. "Massive nuclear explosions made large areas uninhabitable."
Alice nodded slowly. "We did face the zombies, but never a widespread nuclear fallout."
Yuriko let out a long breath. "Maybe our world was already beyond saving. But that doesn't mean we stopped fighting."
They all stared at one another in silence. In a single moment, a bond was formed. Shared trauma had become the bridge between two very different realities.
And for the first time, the living room of the Imperial Palace felt like home—despite being built in a world that never truly knew peace.
"Alright, let's pause the chatter for a moment. Time for dinner," said Reuel as he noticed Terry and the other attendants begin arranging dishes on the long table, glowing warmly under the ambient lights.
He then turned to the women from the Resident Evil world—Alice, Jill, Claire, and Ada Wong. His voice carried a hint of regret as he said, "I was actually planning to bring you there. But after hearing Takagi Yuriko's story about the nuclear fallout, I've decided to postpone it. I'm worried it might be too dangerous. I won't force any of you to come."
Claire let out a quiet sigh, then responded in a calm but firm tone, "It's fine. There's always next time. Besides, we're dealing with something else right now. Thanks to the White Queen, the zombie cleanup is going much faster. Most of them have already been converted into servitors by the Tech-Priest Mechanicus."
Reuel nodded, then asked, "What about the ones that couldn't be converted?"
"White Queen developed a decomposition serum," Jill explained. "It can be dispersed through the air by aircraft. The substance breaks down corpse tissue rapidly without harming the environment or plant life. But for enclosed spaces, it still has to be done manually."
Reuel smirked slightly, impressed by their progress. "Not bad. White Queen really is a genius when it comes to scientific research. If we ever enter a different universe—one filled with wild life, magic, and fantasy—she could continue her research there. With more exotic plants and creatures to study, maybe she could even develop a longevity serum for all of you."
The girls exchanged glances, silently questioning each other, until Claire finally asked, her voice soft, "Longevity...? A world like that really exists?"
"It does," Reuel replied with a confident smile. "Aliens, werewolves, angels... many beings live for hundreds or even thousands of years. They're real. Not all of them come from fiction."
Takagi Yuriko, who had been listening intently from the start, looked at Reuel, eyes sharp with thought. "You're not joking, right? Because if living a long life is truly possible… I don't think I'd mind."
As the oldest among her group, she naturally thought about time the most. She recalled Reuel's promise—that in the right world, both age and appearance could be preserved.
Reuel smiled warmly and replied softly, "I would never lie to my wives."
The conviction in his voice was so firm that it made all of them smile—even someone as skeptical as Ada Wong. A quiet hope began to bloom in each of them: the hope of a better world, a place where they could stay together without the limits of a mortal lifespan.
After dinner, Alice invited Takagi Yuriko and the other girls to explore more of Terra Aeterna. They were to be introduced to the Manjuu—those cute little mascots from the world of Azur Lane—and the shipgirls, cheerful and full of energy.
Meanwhile, Reuel chose to remain at the Imperial Palace. He stood on the high balcony of the palace, gazing up at Terra's night sky—clear and unpolluted—letting himself drift in the calm, accompanied only by starlight and quiet gratitude for the world he was now building together with the women he loved.
As he stood on the balcony of the Imperial Palace beneath a starlit sky, Reuel gazed into the endless expanse of the cosmos. The night air was cold yet refreshing, illuminated by the soft glow of city lights in the distance. In that grand silence, he resumed communication with the System.
"System, open the next world for me."
> Ding. Are you certain you wish to open the next world?
"I am."
> Ding. The next world is now open.
Before him, a holographic map of the multiverse slowly unfurled, displaying clusters of yet-uncharted realities. Clearly labeled among them were: Date A Live, Line Cage, Avatar: Eywa, Honkai Impact, Fate Series, Underworld, Wandering Earth, and a mysterious universe marked only as "?????"—unknown and undetectable.
Though tempted to explore them all, Reuel knew his priorities. The Imperial Navy project in Saturn's orbit remained incomplete, and the orbital communication station above Terra Aeterna had only just become operational. Of the two universes he had already claimed, only one had been fully stabilized and brought under control.
His decision was firm: Underworld would be the next target.
He tapped the icon for that universe, and the System immediately displayed a detailed description:
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Universe: Underworld
A shadowed realm where vampires and lycans have warred for millennia. Both races descend from the ancient bloodline of Alexander Corvinus—the first human to survive the death-dealing virus and merge with it. He fathered two sons: Markus, the first vampire, and William, the first uncontrollable werewolf, whose feral nature made him a deadly threat, ultimately imprisoned by his own father.
The forbidden love between Lucian, leader of the lycans, and Sonja, daughter of the vampire elder Viktor, sparked a tragedy. Sonja's execution by her father ignited an enduring war.
Meanwhile, Michael Corvin, third descendant of Alexander, would come to play a pivotal role in uniting vampire and lycan bloodlines alongside Selene, the elite vampire warrior who would become the central figure in a conflict that would eventually pit them all against mankind itself.
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Reuel gave a slight nod, murmuring under his breath:
"Underworld… The legendary vampire goddess Selene, and the perfect hybrid bloodline. I was just discussing longevity, and now a world offering exactly that presents itself. Fitting."
A gleam of anticipation crossed his face. He had already begun planning strategies before setting foot in the new universe.
> Ding. Notification: At midnight, your troop modules and weapon fabrication systems will receive a full update.
"So it's been a month already... I wonder what new equipment and units I'll get this time. Hopefully more than the last batch."
While awaiting the appointed hour, Reuel left the balcony. He descended from the Imperial Palace and drove himself to the heart of the city—the very core of Terra Aeterna's Imperium—to inspect the current state firsthand.
The megastructure city, once desolate, had transformed dramatically. Though capable of housing hundreds of millions, it was currently home to just over ten million elite citizens. Yet it thrived. It pulsed with life. It resembled a pre-biocrisis metropolis—only more orderly.
These elite civilians all operated under the Imperium's structure—one Reuel had built from the ground up. They earned wages, paid taxes, and consumed local goods and services. An economically healthy society under an absolute regime.
Reuel walked the city's central avenue. Around him:
Manjuu directed traffic from control towers and major intersections.
Some Manjuu operated futuristic taxis, transporting civilians via antimatter-powered vehicles.
Massive logistics haulers delivered construction materials to ongoing projects.
Shipgirls from Azur Lane leapt between skyscrapers, though any violators of regulations were promptly apprehended by Manjuu Police and Sisters of Battle. Their punishment: a week-long ban on crude oil consumption—their favorite treat.
The atmosphere was calm, cool, and impeccably regulated. Gone was the ever-present fear of the past. People walked the streets with smiles on their faces.
Along the way, Reuel spotted Adeptus Arbites patrols—Imperium enforcers—moving in sync with civilian lawkeepers organized by Claire. A tangible result of civil-military cooperation.
Reuel stopped at a kiosk and purchased a few small items: mini-electronics, trinkets, and snacks.
As he walked, he chewed a skewer of alien meat. Yes, during the events of Resident Evil, several extraterrestrial lifeforms had made landfall. Now, they had been captured and selectively bred by the Imperial Navy. Their meat turned out to be nutritious and uniquely flavored.
To prevent extinction, specialized farms were constructed. The Tech-Priest Mechanicus administered idiotization serums—erasing sentience and higher reasoning. These beings were no longer sapient, but domesticated livestock. A practical solution, though not without controversy.
The school bells rang. Reuel watched a group of noble children returning from the Elite Schola Progenium, escorted by parents and security.
Not far away stood a university for shipgirls and Universal Bulin—an institution focused on hybrid technologies from multiple universes: Warhammer 40K, StarCraft, Gundam, and Azur Lane.
Nearby, the Civilian Schola Progenium had also been established for ordinary citizens. Now, all civilians had access to formal education. A revised curriculum had been implemented: theology and doctrinal studies centered around the worship of the Emperor of Mankind.
Although Reuel's Imperial Palace took heavy architectural inspiration from the classic gothic style of Warhammer, he never intended to imitate it completely. Towering spires, stained-glass windows, and black stone pillars dominated the cityscape, but Reuel balanced it with a futuristic district styled like a sky metropolis. Floating roads stretched overhead, filled with anti-gravity aerial vehicles in orderly, bustling traffic.
Unlike the Hive Cities of the original universe—infamous vertical prisons for the lower class—Reuel freed his people from that grim fate. He despised the very idea of humans being forced to live in cramped, dark, high-pressure conditions—where sunlight was a myth for those born in the city's lowest levels.
"I own Terra Aeterna," was his principle. "What's the point of absolute power if not to give people a decent life?"
Under his rule, every family was granted the right to private housing. Gone were the stacked apartments cramming ten people into a single, suffocating room. No more recycled protein porridge as a daily meal. Clean water flowed every day, and fresh food was produced through integrated farming systems monitored directly by the Tech-Priests.
More than just infrastructure, Reuel's philosophy of governance was fundamentally different from the old Imperium. He knew full well that the militaristic model of the Imperial Guard offered no space for humane living.
"Imagine," Reuel thought as he walked across a broad sidewalk lit by plasma lamps, "a father drafted into the Imperial Guard, never knowing if he'll return. No leave. No holidays. No home. Just war, field camps, and eventually… death."
In the Warhammer universe, soldiers were expendable resources. Even outside of major wars, they were shuffled between planets like mere logistics. Only a handful of crippled veterans ever made it home—if they weren't simply abandoned.
But Reuel had long since lived in a modern age, far from the madness of endless war. And even though the memories and experiences of being the Emperor of Mankind still lived within him, he had changed. He had chosen not to treat his people as fuel for war.
"My Imperium is a machine," he thought, "but this machine has a heart."
He maintained the core structure of Warhammer's governance—Adeptus Arbites, the Administratum, even the Ordo Hereticus—but all reframed with a more humane approach.
Civilians could now enjoy universal education, not just indoctrination. Lessons about the Emperor remained, but were taught alongside science, ethics, and interdimensional history.
Children were no longer sold, sacrificed, or used as subjects for biological experimentation. For research purposes, the White Queen created clones and managed the Penal Legion colonies—populated by the most dangerous criminals, who either volunteered (or were forced) to serve as test subjects.
"At least they made a choice," Reuel murmured. "That's more than the original Imperium's people ever got."
"At least they made a choice," Reuel murmured. "That's more than the original Imperium's people ever got."
Even nobles lived with greater peace under Reuel's system. In the Warhammer universe, being a noble meant living in constant paranoia: one misstep, one report, and an Inquisitor could erase your entire bloodline overnight. Bloody rivalries and betrayal among the elite were commonplace.
But in Terra Aeterna, Reuel implemented an AI-driven automated audit system with full transparency. Law was enforced without manipulation, and political competition was restricted under strict regulations.
Though power remained absolute, law and empathy walked hand in hand.
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Night crept in, cloaking the sky in a dark veil illuminated only by stars and the plasma lights on the towering buildings. Reuel continued walking the main corridors of the Imperial Palace, his eyes surveying everything.
Citizens greeted him with respect, but without fear. They knew who he was—but they also knew that power didn't always mean oppression.
And in Reuel's heart, there was a quiet satisfaction. This empire wasn't just a replica of the Imperium of Man—it was a New Imperium, where humans could still be called human.
That midnight, Reuel finally returned to the Imperial Palace. Everything he had witnessed throughout the day was enough to ease his heart—the women under his command had managed the city with efficiency, structure, and flawless precision.
No chaos, no unrest. What he saw was stability—one carefully cultivated by the skilled hands that had loyally stood by his side.
"Looks like I can entrust them with even more," he thought as he stepped into the main courtyard. "If things continue like this, the capital of the Imperium of Man could surpass every previous era."
Upon arriving at the villa, the atmosphere was warm. All the girls had returned. They seemed comfortable with one another, even beginning to build deeper bonds. Takagi Yuriko sat in the living room with a few others, engaged in light conversation over cups of hot tea.
Dinner unfolded in calmness, filled with soft laughter and lighthearted chatter. No tension, no awkwardness. Just a large family enjoying their time together.
After the meal, Alice—with her characteristic efficiency—immediately helped prepare rooms for Takagi Yuriko and the other girls. She handled everything with quiet composure, ensuring they were treated with the comfort befitting honored guests.
Meanwhile, Reuel glanced toward Ada Wong, who had been watching him all evening with eyes sharp yet inviting. She said nothing—she didn't need to. With a subtle gesture, he invited Ada and a few of the other women toward Jill's room, leaving behind the sounds of laughter and soft footsteps echoing through the villa's long corridor.
The night continued to unfold, carrying their story into the next chapter.
(What happens next… is up to your imagination.)