Terra is doomed.

The deities, in their pettiness, have cursed the fabric of existence. Death has become a mere gateway to unending cataclysm. The dead rose through their resting place, their minds sharp as a dagger, their souls, once brimming with sacred life, now empty and unyielding. Nations have crumbled, cities have been destroyed, life has been snuffed out, now misery remains.

The strong have become prey, and the weak—merely the first to fall. Yet, in small enclaves, prophecy foretold that a ruler of unknown dominion shall come.

The hour is now upon them.

A sovereign of life and destruction rose, with an unbreakable will. The people whisper his name in fear and reverence. The undead jerk at his approach. Where he walks, the earth trembles. Where he commands, the tides of fate shift. 

He is the Emperor of Man, the Man of Providence

Hidden secrets shall be unveiled, and the old powers will not sit idly by.

The revolution has come forth.

Will he be its end… or its ultimate evolution?

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[Most Likely Unconscious For Prolonged Time]


[Adjutant Article 1 Directive Activated]


[Adjutant Article 1 Directive: In The Event Of No Response From The Head, Trigger Base Automation, And Maintain Full Capacity And Alertness, Until Further Notice]


[Prioritize Defense Facilities, Maintain Full Alertness]


[Gathering Food Supplies, Stockpiling Resources, And Expanding Facilities]


[Cloning Process Completed In 3…2…1…]


[Release] [Release] [Release] [Release]


With Quagmire gone, the base he had built suddenly transformed into life. The adjutant system took over and managed the base, only according to what he had researched and blueprints available.


Chapter 137 - Base Situation