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Chapter 65: The Spoils of Temporal Victory
Valdor's words carved through the assembled Eternals like molecular disruptor blades, dissecting the accumulated arrogance and hypocrisy of their temporal oligarchy.
His accusations revealed them not as noble guardians of human civilization, but as a collective of increasingly pathological tyrants. These paranoid manipulators had convinced themselves that genocide served the greater good.
Harun's complexion shifted between pallor and flush, his form trembling with the weight of cognitive dissonance that could no longer be suppressed.
"Our methodologies are sound," he insisted, his voice cracking under the pressure of Valdor's relentless logic.
Ā "Permitting ordinary citizens access to such technologies would herald only catastrophe. Consider atomic energy, dream-manipulation devices, dimensional gateway systems, once placed in civilian hands, these innovations spawn conflicts that consume billions."
"The existence of Eternal Spacetime offers no benefit to humanity," Valdor countered with the patience of one instructing a particularly slow student.
"Allowing your organization to monopolize spacetime manipulation technology has achieved only one outcome: the species' inevitable extinction."
Another Eternal stepped forward, desperation bleeding through his professional composure. "You possess no authority to judge Eternal Spacetime's methods!"
Valdor's gaze settled upon the speaker with the weight of ten millennia's accumulated wisdom.
"You possess no authority to determine humanity's worthiness for technological advancement, and even less right to dictate our species' destiny."
His voice carried the inexorable weight of natural law. "You believe yourselves entitled to erase others, to reshape reality according to your whims. By that same logic, others possess equal right to destroy you, to remake reality in forms more suited to their vision."
The Captain-General's final words fell like the closing of a tomb.
"Do not fashion yourselves as victims in this conflict. Those countless souls you erased through your temporal manipulations will offer no sympathy for your plight. They would consider your deaths insufficient payment for your crimes."
The Eternal delegation fell into stunned silence, their arguments crumbling before the inexorable logic of their judge.
The Raven observed their speechless fury with something approaching amusement. "Foolish beyond measure," he muttered, his corvid eyes glittering with dark humor.
"Engaging the Emperor's will in debate, they truly lack understanding of their opponent's nature. This is a being capable of deceiving even the Ruinous Powers themselves."
Though the words emerged from Valdor's mouth, the Raven understood they reflected the Emperor's own assessment of the situation.
Following the complete ideological decimation of their position, the Eternal representatives departed in defeat, their dreams of alliance with the Time Bureau reduced to ash.
They departed knowing that persuading the Bureau to unite against the interdimensional tyrant had become an impossibility.
Under the combined leadership of the Emperor and the Time Bureau, the Human Empire rose from the foundations of possibility itself.
As in countless other realities, its banners bore the symbol of the double-headed aquila, the eternal emblem of humanity's cosmic destiny.
The Raven emerged from the shadows of secrecy, his identity becoming known throughout the Bureau's hierarchy.
His reputation as the Emperor's enigmatic herald spread among the temporal technicians, though few truly comprehended the depths of his significance.
Before the official commencement of hostilities, the Emperor gathered the assembled forces for pre-war address.
His words ignited the blood of every listener, transforming doubt into absolute conviction and fear into righteous fury.
When the time came for the Raven to address the troops, the tone shifted in directions no tactical manual could have predicted.
"Like all precious things in existence, succulent tubers prepared with fermented vegetable extract represent the common heritage of all humanity," the corvid declared with absolute solemnity.
"Remember to preserve samples of these delicacies from every temporal coordinate we liberate."
His voice grew increasingly passionate.
"Eternal Spacetime has altered reality countless times, who can calculate how many perfect preparations of seasoned tubers have been lost to their manipulations? This represents one of humanity's most tragic cultural losses."
By his conclusion, the Raven was practically shrieking his battle cry.
"No more culinary treasures shall be destroyed! For the preservation of seasoned tubers and fermented vegetable extracts!"
Those familiar with the Raven's peculiar obsessions smiled and raised their voices in support.
Valdor, witnessing this scene, felt his gene-forged heart sink with the weight of prophetic dread.
The future stretched before him, and he could not imagine what bizarre forms human civilization might take under such... unique guidance.
The temporal war erupted across the breadth of causality itself. Flames of conflict burned at every coordinate in spacetime's vast matrix, consuming realities that had never been born and obliterating those that had existed for eons.
The Emperor, commanding the combined might of the Time Bureau, initiated operations from the 110,000th century and proceeded backward along the timeline's flow, systematically destroying Eternal Spacetime's temporal strongholds.
The Bureau's technological capabilities proved marginally superior to their opponents'.
In matters of temporal manipulation, the Bureau possessed the capacity to simultaneously observe timelines that had achieved manifestation and those that remained potential, a crucial advantage over Eternal Spacetime's limitation to observing only existing temporal threads.
Leading his forces with the tactical genius that had conquered the galaxy in another reality, the Emperor swept through Eternal Spacetime's territorial holdings.
Eternals either submitted to his authority or perished beneath his wrath.
The vast infrastructure that Eternal Spacetime had spent millennia constructing crumbled before the Emperor's advance with startling rapidity.
Confronted with imminent defeat, Eternal Spacetime's supreme authority, the All-Temporal Council, abandoned their final pretenses of civilized warfare.
No longer concerned with collateral temporal damage, they dispatched strike forces from multiple timelines to the coordinates where the Emperor had first manifested, intending to eliminate the source of their destruction.
"Noy," the Raven called to the Time Bureau commander, his tone carrying unusual gravity. "The task of completing the causal chain falls to you."
Upon learning of Eternal Spacetime's desperate gambit, the Raven entrusted Noy with a critical mission: transport his holographic projection to assist their past selves in the coming confrontation.
"Should they question your authority, activate my holographic recording," he instructed. "The image will provide necessary authentication."
"Understood, Master Raven," Noy replied with military precision. "Do you require samples of the seasoned tubers from the 575th century?"
The Raven's head tilted in what might have been disappointment. "Unnecessary. I sampled those preparations upon our initial arrival. The quality proved... adequate, but unremarkable."
Indeed, while the Emperor and Valdor had conducted their intelligence gathering, the Raven had prioritized securing samples of local cuisine. In his philosophy, empires might fall and heroes might perish, but exceptional food represented civilization's true treasures.
Unfortunately, despite the 26th century's technological sophistication, their culinary arts had proven mediocre at best.
"Remember," the Raven added as Noy prepared for temporal transit, "ensure that you provide your pendant to my past self. This element remains crucial to the causal chain's integrity."
Noy nodded with professional assurance. "Fear not, Master Raven. Both pendants remain in my possession; the task shall be completed."
"For seasoned tubers and fermented vegetable extracts!" she declared, raising the battle cry before her shuttle flickered out of existence.
Mere seconds later, the vessel reappeared. Noy emerged from the temporal transport, her mission completed with characteristic efficiency.
"Master Raven," she greeted with formal humor, "we meet again in the future."
With the causal loop properly sealed, the Emperor ordered the final assault upon Eternal Spacetime's primary stronghold.
The enemy's resistance proved fierce; those who remained were the organization's most fanatical adherents, true believers who would accept no outcome save victory or death.
After brutal combat that left the temporal corridors carpeted with the fallen, the Emperor and his forces stood before a massive portal of silver-white construction.
The gateway towered above them, its apex disappearing into a dimensional haze that hurt mortal eyes to observe.
As the Emperor approached, the portal rumbled open with the sound of reality itself groaning.
Members of the All-Temporal Council emerged alongside the surviving Eternals, their hands raised in surrender.
Gone was their former arrogance; defeat had reduced them to broken figures, their faces bearing the hollow expressions of those who had witnessed the collapse of everything they believed to be absolute.
Their capitulation marked the Emperor's complete victory in the Temporal War.
The Master of Mankind stepped across the threshold into Eternal Spacetime's heart. Immediately, cascading light-screens materialized before him, displaying the conquered organization's accumulated knowledge and technologies.
Vast quantities of primordial energy flooded into his enhanced physiology as the cosmic systems that governed their multiversal journey dispensed rewards that had accumulated throughout the campaign.
[Fate Node altered 5%: Acquired Mass-Energy Conversion Technology, Dream-Making Technology, Large-Scale Item Replication Technology.]
[Fate Node altered 10%: Acquired Mass-Energy Weaving Technology, Human Enhancement Serum, Four-Dimensional Pocket Technology.]
[Fate Node altered 15%: Acquired Lefebvre-style Time Field Principles.]
[Fate Node altered 20%: Acquired Time Pot Construction Technology, Portable Teleportation Gate Technology.]
[Fate Node altered 30%: Acquired Knowledge of Spacetime Relativity, Spacetime Shuttle Manufacturing Technology.]
As the Emperor absorbed this comprehensive understanding of temporal manipulation, his mastery over the fundamental forces of causality reached levels that defied mortal comprehension.
He had not merely conquered Eternal Spacetime; he had inherited their accumulated mastery over time itself, becoming something beyond even his previous divine nature.
The temporal war was won. The spoils of victory would reshape not merely humanity's future, but the very nature of existence across an infinite number of realities.
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