A sea of human silhouettes is submerged in a blood-red, crimson backdrop... A cacophony of laughter—mockery and despair—fills the void, while the black silhouette of a man, dripping with disappointment, draws near.
"I thought you would be a merciful leader and a great hero worthy of the power bestowed upon you... but you have disappointed me."
The Emperor opens his eyes and awakens from this strange daydream, seated on his black throne, with the planet Uranus directly before his eyes through the windows of his majestic spaceship.
"My lord… can you hear me?"
His vision and consciousness return to his private quarters. Before him stood his eight beautiful wives. His cold, golden eyes settled on the one who had called out to him—his wife with long blue hair, wearing a bright white lab coat, her face framed by glasses that gave her a purely scientific look. It was Eve, his second wife.
"My Lord… our project is now complete."
The Emperor descended with Eve and his remaining wives toward the surface of the blue planet Uranus, where the atmosphere was cold, icy, and blue.
Eve and the Emperor approached the largest and most important weapon of the Solar System Empire… A giant electromagnetic cannon with a black metal structure, its immense size reaching into the clouds, so massive that its colossal muzzle could be seen from the depths of distant space on Uranus. Aimed at the void of space
Eve stood gazing emotionlessly into the eternal darkness; the coldness of the stars reflected in her glasses as she said:
"My Lord… everything is ready. What we are about to do will change the universe forever."
The Emperor gazed into the barren void with intense coldness and hunger, and replied in a voice carrying the weight of death.
"The sun and its orbit are no longer vast enough for my madness, Eve. The universe—and only the entire universe—will be vast enough for what I am about to do. Do it now."
Eve heard the final command and activated the weapon known as the "Universe Destroyer," which began to emit a powerful, thunderous sound that struck the fabric of spacetime in the void. This created a gigantic rift leading to an advanced space planet and civilization known as "Orion."
It was a colossal planet. A world encircled by artificial golden rings... Its majestic continents floated above seas of pure energy, and its atmosphere was devoid of random clouds, replaced by perfect artificial weather—a luxurious, advanced civilization living in the height of opulence and peace. But they do not know that the eyes of a tyrant have now set their sights on them, opening the gates of hell upon them.
Gigantic swarms of suicide drones surged forth, like a swarm of black metal locusts, swallowed by the edges of the spacetime rift to traverse billions of light-years in mere seconds. As soon as they emerged from the void, they invaded the atmosphere of the planet "Orion." The planet's pristine artificial sky suddenly turned black, and their sun was obscured for a terrifying moment, causing the planet's pampered inhabitants to raise their eyes upward, their souls tasting the flavor of dread and fear for the first time in their history.
Swarms of these drones swooped toward the vicinity of the majestic royal palace. Orion's air defense systems—untested and unchallenged for millennia—desperately attempted to intercept them, shooting down a few, but they failed miserably to repel the majority in the face of a mad technology they had never encountered before. Successive explosions shook the royal court, leaving behind piles of the royal guard's mangled corpses and a burned and shattered infrastructure.
It was not a traditional strategic attack, but a blind and violent suicide assault. The aircraft targeted every exposed vital point on the planet: the generals' major bases, missile launch pads, and air and space defense systems. The aircraft crashed into their targets to create chaos, vulnerability, and a terrifying tremor within the body of a civilization that had known nothing but absolute peace.
And after every aircraft turned into a bomb and exploded within the sensitive sites, leaving behind unprecedented destruction, the advanced Orionian radars finally managed to capture the original signal before it faded. The result was shocking: the signal was coming from a distant galaxy called the Milky Way... Specifically, from the solar system."
King Orion XXIV's chest swelled with blind rage at this blatant insult, so he issued a direct order to General "Madi Roll," the planet's most important general and commander-in-chief of the Orionian army: "Penetrate the space-time rift before it closes, and wipe them from existence."
Madi Roll did not hesitate. He boarded his terrifying flagship, armed with elite units and Orion's finest soldiers, and set off directly through the space-time rift. When he emerged on the other side, having crossed the solar system to approach the planet Uranus, the features of his gigantic ship became clear. A floating metal fortress, so stunning and massive that if it were to land on Earth... it would completely block the sun's disk from all its inhabitants, plunging them into eternal darkness.
On the opposite side, the Emperor remained seated on his throne, his cheek resting on his fist, sighing with deadly boredom as he watched the pride of Uranian engineering approach. He saw no threat, only an annoying fly. With a lazy glance and not the slightest interest, he turned and issued his cold command to both Roxy and Kaori to intervene.
General Maddy Roll, in the throes of his blind arrogance, did not realize the identities of the two disasters who would advance to crush his great army.
They were the Emperor's wives: Roxy and Kaori.
Roxy, a woman of pure steel with red hair and eyes, who lives for battle and is obsessed with the sound of bones crushing beneath her fists. In contrast, Kaori, a woman with stern Japanese features, embodies a bloodthirsty samurai mentality, obsessed to the point of madness with so-called "honor in battle" and the cold-blooded taking of heads.
Madi Roll's ship heading toward the solar system was majestic, massive, and terrifying to the point of mocking the human mind. Due to its sheer, monstrous size, the inhabitants of Earth were able to see its ominous black shadow approaching, even though it was still lingering in Pluto's distant orbit. A giant metal fortress overflowing with arrogance.
But despite this legendary size, the sheer volume of equipment and supplies, and the superior Orionian destructive power it carried, the ship was not met by a war fleet to match it. Instead, it was met by hell.
Endless swarms of explosive suicide drones began to descend upon it. Millions of black drones headed straight for the hull in a blind and terrifying "kamikaze" suicide strategy. These millions of explosive machines had but a single goal: to sacrifice themselves to create two blind spots on the imposing ship's radars and energy shields. Just two gaps, allowing Roxy and Kaori to breach the ship and begin the massacre.
Amid this radar blindness and the chain of explosions devouring the ship's armor, the two small alien matrices approached the metal hull.
Before they pierced the Orion steel, Roxy and Kaori's bodies melted, transforming into pitch-black shadows that intertwined with the cold darkness of space. From within this absolute blackness, a savage, wide grin split Roxy's face, accompanied by a fiery, blood-red glow that lit up the darkness of her eyes. On the other side, a faint, icy smile slipped from Kaori's lips, accompanied only by a blinding, deadly white flash that split the darkness of her left eye, announcing the start of the bloodbath.