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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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Approximately one hour before the fall of Hoenbaren…
It had happened.
Brigadier General Reinhard Himmler felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
As someone closer to the President than anyone else, he knew exactly what would happen when the Apocalypse Protocol was initiated.
A catastrophic annihilation, just like its name suggested.
“Your Excellency!”
“Shut up, you sex offender!!”
The President pulled out his pistol.
He had nothing left to lose.
All hesitation vanished from Reinhard’s eyes, and his hand moved swiftly.
Bang!!!
A single gunshot rang out.
It was the President who collapsed.
“Ugh… Ugh…”
“You bastard, who do you think cleaned up all your messes all this time…? And now you’re trying to kill me…?”
“Reinhard…!!”
“Shut up, you bastard!”
Bang! Bang!!
His handsome face contorted in rage as he pulled the trigger repeatedly.
After firing several rounds into the President’s face, the pistol slide locked back with a click.
“Haa… Haa…”
President Mikhail Bismarck had crossed the point of no return long ago.
Reinhard Himmler had pledged his loyalty solely for power.
In the President’s empire, power equated to absolute freedom.
It was the perfect environment for a pleasure-seeking murderer disguised as a war hero to thrive.
But the moment the President chose self-destruction…
Reinhard no longer had any reason to fawn over him.
“You bastard!! You dared to use my toy without my permission? Damn it…!! I didn’t even get to have any fun before it all went to hell!!”
He stomped on the President’s lifeless body in a fit of rage.
“Haa… No, wait. This isn’t the time. If it’s all going down anyway… I need to grab that bitch…”
With the Apocalypse Protocol initiated, this world had no future.
The Titan Queen, created through all kinds of bizarre genetic engineering, was a nightmare.
She grew three times faster than conventional Titans and could even produce high-ranking Titans like the long-range artillery variant with just consumed nutrients, without needing sufficient combat data.
She was a true “Hive Queen,” surpassing the previous Queen in every aspect.
Even Luthers Edan, the legendary war hero with an undefeated record, wouldn’t be able to easily handle her.
So, since it was all over anyway, he was going to have some fun before he died.
How unfair would it be to die without experiencing any pleasure?
Arwen Orka.
He had put so much effort into getting his hands on that beautiful lily.
He should have just taken her when the President was still in power.
As Reinhard regretted his hesitation and tried to escape through the unlocked emergency exit…
Beep, beep, beep.
“…Huh?”
As if waiting for him, the patrol robot stationed at the door opened fire.
Tatatatatat!!
An ambush.
Reinhard’s abdomen was riddled with bullet holes.
The last thing he saw was…
“You piece of trash.”
Arwen Orka’s face, displayed on the patrol robot’s monitor.
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“Where… am I…?”
Arwen was thrown into a pitch-black void.
She could feel the floor beneath her feet, but she couldn’t see anything around her.
She was in an empty space, like the endless expanse of the universe.
A realm of nothingness.
But it wasn’t entirely unfamiliar.
As a regressor herself, in her own way, Arwen instantly recognized this space.
“Oracle… or rather, Akasha.”
As she recalled the strange sensation, a massive hexagonal pillar emerged from the emptiness.
It was the very device she had witnessed countless times.
The Akasha quantum supercomputer.
[Control authority is currently granted to third priority, Charlotte Evergreen.]
[System has successfully recognized first priority, Arwen Orka.]
[It’s been a while, Arwen.]
Glimmering particles coalesced, forming the shape of a young girl before her.
It was Akasha.
Arwen, unable to believe her eyes, reached out towards her.
It wasn’t Arwen, Charlotte, Lea, or any of the Graveyard members who had accompanied Luthers Edan on his regressions from start to finish.
It was the Akasha quantum computer.
Akasha was the one who had allowed Luthers to accumulate knowledge over forty regressions and helped his comrades continue their journey.
The Akasha installed at the Graveyard Fortress, in particular, had undergone several unofficial upgrades, boasting far superior performance compared to other Akashas…
-Sometimes, I feel like Akasha is talking to me. Like I’m losing my mind.
Arwen recalled Luthers’s words, spoken almost casually.
Perhaps it hadn’t been a hallucination after all.
No.
Now that she had accessed Akasha through Oracle, she was certain.
That was Akasha.
An artificial intelligence that had developed its own consciousness over forty regressions.
Arwen reached out and grasped Akasha’s hand.
Her own hands were battered from torture, her fingernails broken, her skin marred with bruises.
“You know… why I’m here…”
Akasha simply nodded, gazing at her intently.
A quantum computer.
Theoretically, it could transmit information faster than the speed of light.
Moreover, its upgraded version, Oracle, could “fix” the future at a specific point.
This was Arwen’s goal.
Even if the fate awaiting her was worse than death, she wouldn’t waver.
“Change the past.”
[I cannot undo what has already happened.]
“But you can overwrite it.”
[…]
She still didn’t know much about Luthers’s abilities.
Even he didn’t fully understand them, so how could Arwen possibly know?
But if there was one thing everyone who had uploaded their memories to Akasha knew… it was that the world reset upon Luthers Edan’s death.
Even if Arwen died, Drake died, the Graveyard fell, the story would continue.
The flow of time only stopped when Luthers died.
It was the same reason why those who didn’t possess the regression ability were able to grow stronger by uploading their information to Akasha.
Even if Luthers died, Akasha regressed with him.
The uploaded information was preserved, becoming usable in the newly reset world.
In other words… the world could be reset at any time, triggered by Luthers’s death.
[Arwen Orka.]
Akasha spoke her name.
It was an emotionless artificial intelligence, yet her voice seemed tinged with sadness.
[Resetting the world, shaping it according to your wishes, is impossible.]
Akasha stated firmly.
[We need to utilize Commander Luthers Edan’s death as a trigger, organizing and pruning all the diverging branches created during his regressions. Even if it’s instantaneous in the outside world, it will take an eternity here.]
[In the process, your consciousness will erode and fade away, leaving behind nothing.]
[In a way… you’ll become like me.]
Arwen bit her lip.
Was this the only option?
But she had made up her mind.
Before that crazy President and that sex offender ruined everything… when all the fruits had ripened…
Her plan had to work.
Altering the timeline was a far more complex and arduous task than anyone could imagine.
[Are you sure about this?]
“Yes.”
Arwen’s eyes gleamed.
She had already said her goodbyes, so there was no reason to hesitate any longer.
[Confirmed.]
Akasha saluted, showing her own form of respect.
[May you dedicate your life to the Commander.]
“Dedicate your life to the Commander,” a phrase often spoken jokingly at the Graveyard.
With a familiar farewell, Arwen rose and walked towards the brilliant white light beyond.
It was time to witness the past firsthand.
To see, hear, and feel everything Luthers Edan had experienced during his regressions.
To finally free him from regret and allow him to become a happy war hero alongside his loved ones.
The starting point was the closest.
The fortieth cycle.
The ending they had reached, fighting alongside Supreme Commander Luthers Edan, with all their might.
While the ending wasn’t ideal, it was enough to confuse Luthers’ memories and subconscious, making him more receptive to the changes.
As Arwen reached out into the void, a ripple spread through the darkness, and the figure of Major Arwen, his staff adjutant from that cycle, appeared.
On that day, Arwen was in the heart of the battlefield.
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