[Item Name: Spare Pocket]
[Origin: 22nd Century Earth—Future Department Store]
[Production Time: 231.M3]
[Function: A spare Fourth-Dimensional Pocket that connects directly with the original Fourth-Dimensional Pocket, leading to the exact same infinite space.]
The very instant that Spare Pocket materialized, Tzeentch realized this had completely exceeded His original designs. Screaming wildly, He manipulated Magnus in an attempt to snatch the Spare Pocket right out of Alexander's hand. Yet the moment Alexander merely extended his arm, Magnus froze dead in his tracks, as if he were entirely removed from Tzeentch's grasp and governed by Alexander's authority instead.
With a gentle flick of the Spare Pocket, Alexander tossed the Dictate Credit Card inside. This item, imbued with absolute hypnotic effects, would plunge through the Fourth-Dimensional Pocket into the Well of Eternity, falling directly into the hands of the Magnus of old who had stepped into the Well back then.
This was an arrangement set in stone long ago.
Tzeentch shrieked and cawed, attempting to surge toward Alexander as he stood in the void, donning his final crown. Yet Ahriman—this very divinity forged by Tzeentch's own hands through the manipulation of fate—stood directly in Tzeentch's path. Fate always favored manifesting its most ironic and sorrowful aspects: Magnus, in his attempts to save his father, ended up destroying him; Ahriman, in his attempts to save his brothers, ultimately reduced them all to dust.
Ahriman smiled. He was a vagabond of fate, baring his teeth at it time and time again, resisting it time and time again, only to be struck down like a wild dog every single time. Tzeentch had always sneered as He watched Ahriman's resistance, mocking him for attempting to untangle the riddles of fate with mortal intellect, only to plunge himself into tragedy repeatedly.
But now, fate was no longer held in Tzeentch's hands. The divinity He had cultivated with His own hands was now turning to exact vengeance upon Him, on the final day of the world, before everything became dust.
Tzeentch was still employing lies, pleas, and temptations, attempting to get Ahriman to step aside, trying to sway Ahriman back to His side. But Ahriman no longer cared.
He held high the fate of his entire life, held high the bleeding Rubric, and drove it straight into the chest of the Architect of Fate.
The warhammer known as the Great Crusade shattered beneath Alexander's sharp blade, and the brass greatsword known as the War in Heaven was pinned down by countless Mini-Doras.
The Blood God roared. Across the past tens of thousands of years, the wars initiated and concluded by countless lives surged around His Brass Throne. The blood spilling from those wars coalesced into countless weapons, lining the sides of the Blood God. The living spoke: If birth is entirely meaningless, then what meaning is there in slaughter?
The living prostrated themselves, weeping bitterly upon the bleak battlefields, questioning everything: If it is all meaningless, then why do we fight?
The living fell silent, blood pumping from their hearts, inquiring: For what reason does this blood flow?
Thus, the Blood God opened His eyes within the Immaterium. He spoke: Slaughter for Him. He spoke: Fight for Him. He spoke: Bleed for Him. He was slaughter itself, He was war itself, He was bloodshed itself. Slaughtering for the sake of slaughter, fighting for the sake of fighting, bleeding for the sake of blood—ultimately casting all things into a stroke of bright crimson, shaping a shred of meaning above dark death.
That stroke of bright crimson pierced through the darkness, tore apart the veil of death, and snapped the sword in Alexander's hand that symbolized death, despair, and bleakness. But almost simultaneously, Alexander thrust out the spear he had snatched from the Blood God's hands—the spear known as the Iron Rebellion.
The spear drove straight into the Brass Throne. Tens of thousands of bloodthirsty Bloodthirsters let out agonized shrieks as the Brass Throne disintegrated into complete collapse. Only that single thread of bright crimson continued forward like a sword. Since the very first warrior swung his blade, all bleeding warriors converged here at this exact moment, gripping that thread of bright crimson and thrusting it toward Alexander. Blood spilled from Alexander's chest as that stroke of crimson pierced through his torso. Though it was a mere scratch, it genuinely harmed Alexander. Yet at the exact same time, the crown hoisted up by the Hive Mind was gently placed on top of the crown of Malice Craft. Greedy Dissolution, Malice Craft, Erosion and Destruction—the triple crowns were bestowed upon Alexander's form, and all three divinities were born at this moment. Alexander gripped death itself, using death as his sword; Alexander gripped creativity itself, using creativity as his spear; Alexander gripped hunger itself, using hunger as his scythe. That thread of bright crimson shattered in the void, and the God bathed in blood let out a final war cry. The final war concluded at this moment. The Blood God cheered for this moment, praising this war, and then offered his heartfelt blessings to Alexander, wishing that no matter the time or place, He would always be able to find a meaning worth fighting for.
Thus, Khorne died within this war.
Alexander gently caught the Spare Pocket mid-air. The deep pocket opened up at this moment, swallowing Alexander himself into it.
The void fell completely silent. The remaining wills of the entire world focused their gazes entirely upon that pocket.
Slaanesh, tormented by virulent blights, shattered that decaying mirror, the fractured glass temporarily halting Nurgle's advance. Nurgle hoisted up the great brass bell, but the glass shards rapidly decayed the moment they drew near Nurgle. Balefire and dust transformed into a Prosperine khopesh, tearing through layer after layer of Tzeentch's existence. Tzeentch screamed as He endured the agony, yet His gaze remained locked dead onto that Spare Pocket in the void.
A mortal hand emerged from the pocket, tightly gripping a bottle of bubbling, dark-red medicine.
Alexander crawled out from the pocket. He... no, not a shred of divinity could be seen upon his form anymore. At this moment, he truly was just a mortal. He smiled, paying his respects to the Gods and bowing to this world. Then, he raised the liquid in his hand and downed it in one gulp.
[Item Name: Lie 800]
[Origin: 22nd Century Earth—Future Department Store]
[Production Time: 231.M3]
[Function: This is a bottled potion. After drinking it, all words spoken will turn into lies.]
Thus, Alexander spoke his first words after consuming this item—which were also the final words of this world...
"In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war."
This was a lie. The future was neither grim nor dark, and it certainly did not contain only war.
The future was the beautiful twenty-second century. Everyone knew Warhammer 40,000: Doraemon Omnissiah.
Produced by the 22nd Century Future Film Company —— Starring:
Alexander as Doraemon / El / The Emperor / Neoth / Emperor Nobita
Sanguinius as Primarch of the Blood Angels
Roboute Guilliman as Primarch of the Ultramarines / Chaos Regent
Lion El'Jonson as Primarch of the Dark Angels
Mortarion as Primarch of the Death Guard / Daemon Primarch of Nurgle / Master of Numerology / First Captain of the Death Guard
Horus Lupercal as Primarch of the Luna Wolves / Warmaster / Chaos Warmaster
Fulgrim as Fulgrim
Ferrus Manus as Primarch of the Iron Hands / Legion of the Damned
Fulgrim (Daemon) as Primarch of the Emperor's Children / Daemon Primarch of Slaanesh
Magnus as Primarch of the TS / Daemon Primarch of Tzeentch
Angron as Primarch of the World Eaters / Daemon Primarch of Khorne
The Butcher's Nails as Angron
Lorgar as Primarch of the Word Bearers / Chaos Undivided Daemon Primarch / Mutating Chaos Daemon Primarch
Perturabo as Primarch of the Iron Warriors / Chaos Undivided Daemon Primarch
Jaghatai Khan as Primarch of the White Scars / Balance of Yin and Yang
Konrad Curze as Primarch of the Night Lords
Corvus Corax as Primarch of the Raven Guard
Alpharius as Alpharius / Omegon / Beta / Gamma...
Leman Russ as Primarch of the Space Wolves / Primarch of the VI Legion
Ahriman as Champion of Tzeentch / Master of the Rubric / Aheriman
Khârn as Champion of Khorne / The Avenger / Friend of Arghel Tal
Abaddon as Warmaster of the Black Legion / Helbrute
Belisarius Cawl as Archmagos Dominus of the Adeptus Mechanicus / Dora-Cawl
Dante as Son of the Salt Merchant / Chapter Master of the Blood Angels / Regent of the Imperium Nihilus
Gorda as Khorne
Shalish as Slaanesh
Naig as Nurgle
Xinliezhi as Tzeentch
Cegorach as The Laughing God
Vashtorr as Master of the Soul Forge
The Hive Mind as The Tyranid Swarm
The Void Dragon as The Dragon of Mars / The Omnissiah / Suneo
Trazyn as The Infinite / Friend of Orikan
Orikan as The Diviner / Friend of Trazyn / C'tan
Szarekh as The Silent King
Rage as Rage
Radben as Old One Eye
Jeanne as Jeanne
Reyna as Reyna
Special Appearances by:
Nobita Nobi, Takeshi Goda, Suneo Honekawa, Shizuka Minamoto
Direction & Consultation:
Numerology Director: Mortarion
Script Director: Cegorach, The Emperor
Historical Consultant: Trazyn
Technical Director: Vashtorr
Bright, white lights illuminated the cinema theater. The slightly cloying scent of popcorn drifted from the mouth as the sound of footsteps and discussions began to echo throughout the auditorium.
Amidst a daze, the brown-haired man who had fallen asleep across the cinema seats rubbed his head, opening his eyes in confusion as he looked blankly at the end credits rolling across the screen.
"You actually fell asleep halfway through." A voice that felt somewhat familiar to the Emperor rang out. Turning his head, he saw Alexander sitting right beside him, wearing 3D glasses and holding a tub of popcorn.
The Emperor bolted upright, causing the popcorn on his lap to tip over and scatter all across the floor.
"Careful there." Alexander took off his 3D glasses, stood up while holding his popcorn, and smiled at the Emperor.
"...Phew, so right now, this place is..."
The Emperor's head was still somewhat muddled, but the cinema staff was already prompting them to vacate the auditorium.
Alexander led the Emperor out of the cinema. Bright but gentle sunlight poured down onto the streets of a pristine city. Slender skyscrapers, spotless avenues, and glass tubes snaked between structures as aerial transport vehicles zipped back and forth. Greenery swayed gently alongside the roads, and the pedestrians walking by carried smiles, their expressions full of vitality and life.
"Mr. Roboute Guilliman, founder and CEO of Ultramar Technological R&D and Production Co., Ltd., has announced his retirement. It is reported that Mr. Guilliman intends to retreat to the countryside for a quiet life post-retirement..."
"Horus-brand Hand-Beaten Chicken Sauce—the perfect choice to accompany your meals!"
"The Creation Kit student discount is now active! Parents of primary school students enjoy a 20% discount for the summer holidays, with prices dropping by up to two hundred yuan."
"New arrivals at the Future Department Store this week: the Dark King, Omnissiah, and Eternal Dragon miniature models are now on shelves, hitting record high prices once again... Latest top review: A price hike again? Why don't you just rob us instead?"
"The Time Patrol reminds you: illegal tampering with history will be penalized with fines and seven days of detention, and may even constitute a criminal offense..."
"Case Study: Celebrated actor Xinliezhi Tzeentch attempted to use outdated technology to alter history, and has now been apprehended by the Time Patrol."
Listening to the sounds reverberating across the streets, a subtle shift appeared on the Emperor's expression. "This is the twenty-second century. You genuinely succeeded."
Alexander smiled and nodded, saying, "This is the brand-new, eternal twenty-second century. This world contains no war, no agony, and no poverty. Designing a universe is nothing more than a summer homework assignment for children, items capable of freely manipulating causality are sold at a clearance discount, and the only career path left for the Chaos Gods here is to work as actors..."
The Emperor listened intently to Alexander's words, entirely engrossed and rejoicing for it. Then, a slight look of perplexity crossed his face; he felt there were still things that couldn't be fully explained.
"After I obtained Lie 800, I spoke a whole batch of highly exaggerated claims."
"Those words reshaped the entire world, and reshaped me as well."
Alexander smiled. Reaching out his hand, a bottle of Lie 800 materialized out of thin air from his palm, before transforming into a Creation Kit in the blink of an eye. Then, with a gentle pinch of Alexander's fingers, the Warp naturally formed at his fingertips, only to dissipate as he waved his hand.
"I can achieve a great many things right now. Those incredible gadgets from the twenty-second century—I can create them with a flip of my hand, and I can even achieve far more."
"Then, back then, what exactly was the Future Department Store that you connected with in the original world?"
The Emperor voiced his confusion: "And who gave you your Fourth-Dimensional Pocket?"
Alexander smiled, shaking the Spare Pocket on his stomach a few times.
The Emperor blinked gently, before a sudden realization dawned upon him.
"Let's go. So much time has passed, I'm getting a bit hungry."
"A cook I know opened up a shop nearby. Let's go grab a bite together."
With that, Alexander walked toward the other end of the street. Simultaneously, he cast a glance inside the Spare Pocket, his gaze leaping across the infinite space within the Fourth-Dimensional Pocket to watch the original Fourth-Dimensional Pocket fall through the Well of Eternity, plunging toward a specific moment in the past of the material universe.
By a twist of fate, it plummeted toward Ashford in the Hades System, falling onto someone who had just arrived in this world within the underhive. He watched the Alexander of the past stare at the interface of the Future Department Store he had just finished editing inside the pocket, watching the Alexander of the past purchase his very first secret gadget—the Alexander of the past purchasing an Anywhere Ring...
With a flick of Alexander's finger, an Anywhere Ring materialized from his hand and was tossed right into the Fourth-Dimensional Pocket...
The end of the story, as it turned out, was none other than the source of the story.