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POV: Marcus Augustus Victor
The sky was black velvet stretched across the heavens, pierced only by spears of white fire that descended in slow arcs from above.
A cathedral of impossible size had been built overnight in the heart of Valenhold—now renamed Solheim, the "Sun-Home of the Fourth Reich."
Thousands knelt in silence. Civilians. Nobles. Former enemies. All staring toward the golden dais at the center of the square, where a single throne waited—formed from obsidian, embedded with world items, pulsing with silent dominance.
Marcus walked toward it. Slowly. Each step echoed like a divine decree.
His robe was black, lined in blood-red and holy white. His crown was minimal—just a thin band of golden metal glowing with eldritch runes.
His wings were folded behind him, but not still—they shifted subtly, unnaturally, as though resisting the concept of physical space.
> "This world has surrendered to fear. Now it will march under order."
He reached the throne.
He did not sit.
Not yet.
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POV: Demiurge
He knelt at the front of the congregation, hands folded, tail wrapped around his legs in absolute devotion.
> "He doesn't just command. He doesn't just conquer. He reshapes the narrative of existence."
Demiurge had known many brilliant minds.
Touch Me had been noble.
Momonga had been kind.
But Marcus?
> "He is destiny made conscious."
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POV: Shalltear Bloodfallen
She bit her lip as she watched Marcus from her place beside the throne.
Not in lust—though it lingered.
No, this was different.
> "Why do I feel… smaller near him? Not weak. Just… awestruck."
He hadn't ordered her to serve.
He hadn't threatened her.
He simply existed—and that was enough.
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POV: Albedo
Albedo stared at Marcus with tears in her eyes.
> "He rewrote my purpose with a single line of code… and yet it was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done."
She clutched the ceremonial blade that would mark the end of the coronation.
> "I want to kill a god for him. No… I want to kill all gods for him."
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POV: Marcus
He raised a single hand.
A beam of light pierced the sky, forming a column around him. Glyphs of domination, balance, and grind circled his body.
> "People of this world," he said, voice echoing not just across the city, but into the minds of everyone within 500 miles.
"You were born into chaos. Betrayal. Weak kings. False gods."
He paused.
> "That ends now."
> "I am Marcus Augustus Victor—your Emperor."
> "You will not vote for me. You will not replace me. I am not a servant of your will."
> "I am the will."
The crowd bowed as one.
He turned toward the throne—and finally, sat.
The sky darkened.
The air shimmered.
A system-level pulse echoed through the continent.
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POV: Raphael (internal voice)
> [Global authority tether established. Territorial lock complete. Coronation accepted by world system. Soul-Anchor resonance engaged.]
[You are now recognized as "Supreme Sovereign – Emperor of the Fourth Reich."]
> [Would you like to begin Phase 2?]
Marcus smiled.
> "Begin interdimensional tethering trials."
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POV: Cocytus
He stood like a glacier given form.
Yet even he felt the subtle shift.
The world was changing.
> "My blade belongs to him. But now… my soul does as well."
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POV: Mare
He clutched his staff, eyes wide.
The vines on his shoulder bloomed as if reacting to Marcus's aura.
> "He's not just our creator… He's our future. He's… everything."
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POV: Marcus
Later that night, he stood alone on the palace balcony of Solheim.
Below him, the people had begun constructing the next layer of the empire.
Above him, stars flickered—but three of them shifted unnaturally.
A ripple in space.
A signal.
> "We're close."
He spoke softly.
> "Raphael. Report."
> [Interdimensional anchor stabilizing. Anime World signatures identified: Type-Moon, Tensura, DxD. Access estimated in 3.2 cycles.]
> [Warning: crossing will trigger dimensional reaction. Possible resistance.]
He smiled wider.
> "Good."
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POV: Jackson Alpha
From a distant rooftop, Jackson Alpha watched the capital with his shotgun resting on his shoulder like a holy relic.
> "King's on the throne. New phase begins."
> "New hunting grounds soon?"
> "New memes soon."
He flicked a coin in the air, caught it, and nodded.
> "Let's go find their gods. Break their Wi-Fi."
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POV: Marcus (Final Scene)
He sat on his throne, one leg crossed, watching magical projections of Eltherian schools already teaching the Doctrine of the Eternal Emperor.
Children reciting his creed.
Priests praying to his ideology.
Entire economies reorganizing under his militarized meritocracy.
A nation that was functional, fanatical, and flawless.
He leaned back, smiling slightly.
> "Next… we visit another world."
The stars shifted again.
And the first rift began to open.
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