"Dinsional Reduction."
Guilliman's voice rang clear across the battlefield.
Azure ceramite glead as ripples of folding spaceti radiated outward from his transhuman fra. Reality buckled and collapsed, three-dinsional space flattening like paper pressed against a pane of glass.
The dinsional collapse radiated brilliant light, beautiful and utterly unnatural. The black hole spawned by the dark planet Gran-Sphere caught within the effect's radius, its event horizon flattening as spaceti itself was forced into two dinsions.
Though the crushing gravity remained, it could not expand further. Three-dinsional physics and two-dinsional constraints were incompatible.
Gran-Sphere found itself trapped, unable to propagate its singularity avatar through the flattened plane of existence.
Guilliman activated spaceti shearing to sever the gravitational tethers the dark planet projected into realspace.
"No!" Gran-Sphere's roar tore across multiple dinsions as it thrashed against the cage the Primarch had constructed.
Its struggles accomplished nothing.
The Lord of Ultramar's warp essence manifested as a towering figure wreathed in retributive fire.
He raised his blade and brought it down in a single stroke, cleaving the imprisoned black hole in two. The Boss-class monster ceased to exist.
Two-dinsionality dissipated. Spaceti regained its natural flow. Gran-Sphere's physical corpse on the dark planet's surface transitioned back to three dinsions, but only as frozen fragnts that scattered into the void like shattered glass.
…
Across the battlefield, the other Boss-class monsters fared no better.
The Root Destroyer, Zog, fell to Sanguinius's spear thrust, its massive body igniting in the void and burning to ash that dispersed among the stars.
Queen Monera t her end at the Lion's hands, her severed head drifting into darkness, features frozen in despair and hatred. Ryan claid the first kill of his campaign in this universe.
The remaining Primarchs and their forces systematically dismantled every significant threat.
Faced with humanity's overwhelming power, the monster army broke and scattered. Those that fled were hunted rcilessly, pursued by warships, Giants of Light, Astartes, ship-girls, and countless others.
The slaughter was thorough.
…
Raven did not participate in the pursuit. Fighting had never interested him much.
Instead, he made his way to Ti City to find Arena. With Arena's cooperation and the Emperor's assistance, Raven took control of the structure. The city's architecture spoke of unknown eras and vanished civilizations, utterly alien yet purposeful.
Throughout its halls and plazas, dozens of spaceti rifts lay, each a gateway to a parallel universe. With sufficient energy, those rifts could be deliberately torn open.
"If an ordinary person got their hands on this place, it'd be the ultimate cheat," Raven mused.
Then an idea struck him. Why not modify Ti City into sothing like a Main God Space? Beco one of those mysterious big shots that ignorant natives whisper about in awe?
With his abilities, transforming the city would be easy. Not just traveling to individual universes, but sending others to change predetermined fates and harvesting the rewards.
"Sigh~ Working yourself to death is so exhausting. Ti to hire people to do it for ."
The most profitable business model? Building a platform.
Recruit a bunch of unlucky souls who'd already died, give them new bodies, and send them to various universes to alter fate. They'd generate excess energy; he'd keep 90% and give them 10%.
Passive inco while lying down. Perfect.
Plus, whatever technology those transmigrators acquired could be used to strengthen the Empire.
If anyone objected to the 10/90 split? Too bad. Plenty of others would leap at the opportunity.
"I've really turned into an evil capitalist, He-He, as long as it's who cares," Raven muttered, mourning his lost idealism.
He brought the plan to the Emperor to get his opinion.
"Perhaps we should reconsider," the Emperor said after a mont's hesitation. "Malcador already has more than enough work."
The man was already working around the clock. The Emperor couldn't bring himself to pile on additional burdens.
"Malcador doesn't need to handle this. I'll do it myself," Raven said confidently.
"HMm.." The Emperor looked skeptical.
Raven looked at the Emperor with a questioning look and retorted, "What? You don't believe I can do it."
Emperor calmly responded, "You said the exact sa thing when you wanted to establish the Celestial Administration Bureau. Then you worked for less than three days before dumping everything on Belisarius Cawl and Malcador."
Raven bristled. "Big guy, what do you know? I was giving young people opportunities to develop! How else would Cawl have risen to his current position?"
"It's called ntorship, brother. The Imperium of Man is growing larger every day, with more and more talented individuals. If we don't give them chances, that talent goes to waste."
He spoke with such conviction that the Emperor found himself unable to counter the argunt, mainly because arguing would just upset him, which would cause him more headaches.
"Fine. Once Ti City is set up, you'll find soone to manage it. Problem solved," Raven declared.
"Alright." Seeing his enthusiasm, the Emperor relented.
With the Emperor convinced, Raven turned to Arena.
"Do you have anywhere else to go?"
Arena shook her head. "My holand was destroyed. My parents and people are dead. I don't know where I'd go."
"Then stay and help . I'm planning to transform Ti City completely. You've lived here longest, you know it best. You could definitely help."
Arena considered briefly, then nodded. "I can stay and help you, Mr. Raven."
Raven smiled. His body glowed, and a surge of primal power flowed into Arena's form. The girl could feel her body and strength growing in real ti.
"Consider that an advance on your salary. Work hard, and the better you perform, the greater your rewards. Also, I'll find so people to keep you company so you won't be lonely here."
[End of Chapter]
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