Permission Status: Approved
Relocation Permission
The strangification on planet FT-1507 had indeed progressed properly across the surface, but because I had transformed the surface into rock material, the damage wasn't readily apparent.
"No residents left. Just as the confirmed data indicated."
These were the ones who had plotted a surprise attack on me from the start, so after seizing the planet, they wouldn't have made the mistake of leaving survivors. Therefore, analyzing the extent of strangification this planet would spread in the future, I needed to precisely calculate the aftermath of its destruction and eliminate it accordingly.
Ziiiiing
First, I'd form an isolation dimension, then compress it until its own gravity couldn't hold, crushing it into a black hole.
Krraaaack!
Once this black hole's own rotation ceased, it would unravel from its extreme spacetime curvature and dissipate, restoring spacetime. Of course, it wouldn't happen instantly—the ripple would propagate at lightspeed due to spacetime curvature characteristics. But even that could be managed by using telekinesis to hold the planets deviating from their orbits, per the equivalence principle. For someone like me, who could annihilate the universe itself via vacuum decay, this was trivial.
"The dead, whether they craved ordinary lives or something extraordinary, merely replay their lifelong desires in their final moments. There's no reason to revive such souls. All they ever did was cling to the mask of 'universality,' and even if I saved them, they'd only question my motives."
Clench.
As I balled my fist, the black hole's time dilation was forcibly halted by my time stop.
In that state, the exhausted black hole erupted energy via Hawking radiation while simultaneously decomposing into my pre-prepared infinite dimensions, isolated eternally.
"Handled cleanly. Now, time to confront each nation's space pioneering efforts directly. Territorial expansion matters, but preventing their strangification was the true purpose of supplying them with weapons and gear."
Flash!
Planet YI-4274 happened to be right by their soldiers, so there was no reason not to go. While performing all these tasks, I kept watch over the people safely held by telekinesis and spoke.
"Heading to Earth or Mephauric? Or shall I create a new star here using Nova Solar, along with an artificial planet orbiting it, if you prefer to stay?"
Naturally, their reactions varied wildly.
So I opened portals to send some to Earth and Mephauric, and gifted others a new star and planet. Naturally, the residents would name their new home—not me. If I were to do that, I'd first secure a full roster for easy future taxation.
With the task complete, I teleported near planet YI-4274.
Planet YI-4274 vicinity
Flash!
Here, British, French, and German forces had advanced only to clash with Strange Zombies. But what caught my eye more was something else.
"Plottis Maxwell Angelique. You didn't die back then, after all."
"Gasp...! D-Damn...!"
"You've heard the news already. If you hadn't, you'd be fleeing right now—and the fact you're not is proof enough."
Whoosh.
They immediately teleported away with startling speed. It looked like retreat at a glance, but it wasn't.
"I see."
Swipe.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
I predicted their coordinates via intuition and fired.
"Gahk!!!"
"Arrrghhh!!!"
Witnessing this, some who hadn't teleported seized the distraction and charged forward. But the Anglo-French-German forces countered by redirecting units to another planet in haste, attempting teleportation. Not fleeing—anticipating Strange Zombie incursions there, they aimed to secure the least contaminated sector.
Click.
Vrrrrooom.
The Strange Zombies soon flanked in pursuit, and amid this, Plottis Maxwell Angelique executed her plan: imposing a delay exactly matching her own time ratio on everyone, forcing one second of motion followed by one second of stasis. This stasis exploited non-material realm spacetime uncertainty to spread, disrupting perception while her preset time sense proceeded flawlessly, eroding efficiency. Plottis Maxwell Angelique weaponized the human gap between activity and rest to forge primal despair.
In simple terms, it induced yo-yo effects on mental and intellectual faculties, delivering non-material strikes to body and mind simultaneously.
"Foolish. That tactic only works on humans with emotions."
As they moved toward me, multiple parallel universes in my formed spacetime overlapped at once, triggering a time paradox.
"Savor the myriad possibilities you've experienced. Fools mistaking shared experiences for truth. You never defined your desires from the start. So I'll decide for you."
Their movements and teleports were now governed by my energy conservation law, recycling them.
"Wh-What...? Why does my body feel so light?!"
"Why... is this... so effortless? No resistance, straight to that planet...?!"
I had accelerated their time while reversing the surrounding flow, purely extracting all their energy.
Shatter!
Simultaneously, spacetimes warped via Alcubierre drive—folding ahead, expanding behind—emerged, and the amassed energy fired toward the Strange Zombies in teleport form.
KABOOOOOM!
"Arrrgggghhhh!!!"
Weaponizing teleport energy stored quantum fluctuations' pair production-annihilation acceleration as internal explosions—instant death baseline. Their intended next actions skipped midway via teleport, fully read by my intuition, as their bodies decomposed and vaporized one by one.
"This is just the beginning. Thrash in agony. As always, your end will be identically adorned."
Flash!
Flash!
Flash!
Flash!
Flash!
Flash!
Teleports chained relentlessly—not mere spatial folds, but quantum coordinate predictions via intuition and foresight, with positional energy from non-material hyperspace leaps shattering spacetime alongside.
Craaaack!
"Hm?"
"Uwaaaagh!!!"
BOOM!
"Dare not move before me. You owe a debt, but this is beyond reckoning."
Swipe.
With index and middle fingers aligned, ring and pinky curled, thumbs extended sideways then folded together, I manipulated spacetime at quantum scale, hurling the contained information wholesale.
"Uwaaaah!! Fire!!"
They attacked en masse, but I disrupted their coordinate frames first, teleporting their innards outward to intercept. Same Strange Zombie composition—mutual annihilation.
"What...?"
"Urghhh...."
Crash!
Roooar.
Unable to withstand my authority's pressure, they crumpled under self-gravity into black holes, draining themselves.
"Uwaaaaaagh!!!"
Shriiiiek.
They ignored the humans, turning to me.
But I cracked spacetime massively, rewarping their paths.
Craaaack!
As portals opened and they fixated on me, collapsing spacetime crumbled their overlapped bodies too.
"Don't approach so stupidly."
Click.
Grip!
Clenching my fist twisted spacetime, shards slicing them razor-sharp.
Snap!
Shattering them and spacetime alike, they perished without resistance.
Roooar.
Quantum fluctuations rang clear in the vacuum void from spacetime collapse.
As I silently observed, thermal flames and unstable blasts formed endlessly via pair production-annihilation.
"Disassemble quietly."
KABOOOOOM!
Thrust.
BOOM!
Flash!
Undeterred, I twitched my brow, teleporting information instantly; Hawking radiation decomposed it, reconstructing YI-4274 on that basis.
Simultaneously, I erased time, nullifying incoming attacks.
"Time is relative and fluid to me."
Swoosh.
Gliding past nullified strikes, I lifted my ankle mid-flight under their gaze—their existences ignited from my presence.
Roar!
"Time erasure means leap. Your existences burn in that gap."
"Arrrgggghhhh!!!"
Their Strange Zombie chains ignited in the deleted time gap, disintegrating.
"Be grateful I didn't plasmafy you. Oxygen, antimatter, extreme heat—true flame. Now, end the gap's disruption."
"Urgh...."
KABOOM!
"Uwaaaaaagh!!!!!!!!!!!"
Radiation rode vacuum quantum fluctuations, spreading.
Alcubierre-shaken unstable spacetime energies compounded, inducing convection—flames exploded beyond mere spread.
KRABOOM!
Hummm.
Rumble.
"Wh-What is that light?! Why is my body so hot?! R-Retreat first!!"
One trembled, touching itself, horrified at melting fur.
"My... my fur... it's melting on its own. No, not melting—flowing... alive...!!"
Their fur, molten from heat, burrowed inward; cooling internally solidified it, exploding muscles and joints, flash-freezing.
"...He's... reconstructing our fur... This is... his weapon! This—"
But as I aimed—thumb extended, index and middle touching—from my right hand, their screams drowned in impact.
Chiiiirp!
Splatter!
Splatter!
Burst!
Snap!
Zzzzzzt!
Molten fur reshaped metallic, hardened gratingly, burrowing at near-lightspeed spin.
"...No!!! It's entering my flesh—!!! Not fur, snakes... piercing—!!"
"Arrrggggh!!! My... my lungs!!! Pierced my lungs! Organs melting...!! Something inside... rotting...!!!"
Solidified fur pierced organs and bones, spiking internal temps to dissolution.
Hiss.
Grrrowl.
Sizzle.
Boiling organs, combusting marrow, carbonizing hearts screeched in dissonance.
"This isn't rupture. Vaporization."
Sweeping my right arm like a guillotine opened cosmic vacuum chill; it sucked through rents and breaches.
KABOOM—
Whooooosh!!
Vacuum chill met liquefied body heat—explosive phase shift.
"...We're not dying from heat...!!"
"This is... shattering cold from within…!!!"
"My own heat! Exploding me—!!"
Solid-liquid-gas transitions chained between radiation heat and cosmic cold outpaced Plottis Maxwell Angelique's mental yo-yo. Quantum pair production-annihilation heating fused with near-absolute zero—faster than yo-yo cycles. No adrenaline synthesis possible for quantum-based Strange Zombies; vacuum flames defied oxygen via radiation. Their fur? Precision-recombined by me for infiltration.
Bodies exploded from internal pressure, flash-froze.
Spewed blood and bone shards crystallized white, drifting.
BOOM!
Bang!
Sizzle.
Crack.
Strange Zombie faces tore, pupils iced white, mouths frozen mid-scream like ice chunks.
Snap.
Flicking my fingers shattered the frozen corpses.
Ting!
Crackle.
Roooar.
"Heat awakens life, but true terror steals that heat before life stirs."
Floating blood crystals and bone shards twinkled starlike, fading into darkness one by one.
The soldiers watched, frozen as if truly iced. Without my words, shock-induced time-lag would pin them days.
"This place is humanity's now, Plottis Maxwell Angelique. Your superpowers' phantom pains on mankind end without my permission."
"Grgh... You'll see. Humans always pessimistically self-doom to misery."
"Multiple choices change nothing. You pick one—and your arrogance assumes you know mine. So clash recklessly."