I.. Am God?

Emperor Yu went silent.

After a while, Yu Long replied, "How can I be assured that the person that your father would be sending is someone that is that powerful? Is it someone I know?"

"You'd better test him yourself once that person arrives there. If you determined that he can protect your country whilst you're gone, then you could go. If not, then don't. That easy." Mimicry replied with a chuckle.

"Then, you would hear my answer by the time that person is tested by me personally." Yu Long stated before ending the call and giving it back to the soldier and returning his focus back to the land beyond.

Japan, Tokyo, in the Imperial Palace.

With the soothing sound of the Koto ringing from the background, and the cherry blossoms swaying in the backyard of the palace, the Emperor of Japan, Junichiro, sat on the zabuton while meditating as he breathed in the smell of nature. On his lap was a black katana decorated with black engravings of death.

"Your Majesty, this subject of yours asks for an audience." From the outside of the yard, a man's voice suddenly implored.

In response, the Emperor stayed silent. After a while, with the music finally ending, the Emperor finally spoke, "Come in."

The shoji then slid open, as the man entered with a bended knee. "Your Majesty, there is a call from the Southern King. He wants Your Majesty to visit their country for a talk with the former King."

"Considering his father's past glories and his, I'll oblige." Junichiro, the Japanese Emperor, nodded before turning to another man next to him. "You know what to do."

The man nodded before going out of the room to call someone. Inside, Junichiro looked at the swaying cherry blossoms as he thought to himself, "When will this end?"

Greater India, Sindh, Ranikot Palace.

Lying down the King-sized royal bed, a huge man had on his body seven women while enjoying the bliss of his warmth.

Suddenly, a knock came from the door. "Who is it?" The man asked leisurely. "It's Chatura, Your Majesty." The voice of a man answered from behind the door.

The man, which was the ruler of Greater India, Anirudh Maharaj, signalled the women to go out before standing up. All the women in the room immediately dressed properly before lining up to leave.

"Come in." Anirudh called out. As soon as the door opened, the scholarly man looked at the women pouring out of the room with shock. "What is this, Your Majesty? I know you are strong, but you shouldn't spend time on these hobbies too much." He sighed.

"Why? Don't you want an heir to the throne?" Anirudh replied teasingly. "I want a legitimate heir directly under Your Majesty and Her Majesty's womb, not an illegitimate kid born from a s*x slave." Chatura retorted.

Anirudh shook his head and voiced out a sigh of disagreement. "So, what are you here for that you even disturbed my jolly life?" He asked. In response, Chatura gave him a file, "Raja Anirudh, King Emanuel wants to see you in his country. He said it was a meeting about the Western Threat." Chatura explained.

"Hmm?" Anirudh accepted the file filled with curiosity. Opening the folder, what showed was a ticket to the Philippines scheduled the next day. "This quick?" He raised his eyebrows in shock.

"Yes. We shouldn't let him wait." Chatura nodded, "First of all, you haven't really done anything for the past few days except for playing, so going there is a good way to breathe some outside air. Secondly, making someone at the level of the Swordsmaster wait isn't really that much of a wise choice."

"You're afraid of making him wait?" Anirudh scoffed with ridicule, "Then, why aren't you afraid of making me hurry?"

"Because I know you myself, Your Majesty." Chatura confidently answered. "Although your power as the Warhammer Behemoth is as immense as a mountain, it has little to no effect towards mine." He smiled while staring straight at his King's eyes.

After a while of staring, Anirudh clicked his tongue and shook his head in defeat, "You should be the one on this throne, not me. All I want is to fight in the frontlines, and I can't even do that because I am "The King". He spat.

"Don't worry, Anirudh." Chatura finally removed the honorifics as he addressed the man in front of him, "Soon, once the A.E.G.I.S Institution finishes their tasks here, we would join them and explore the vast universe beyond our world. By then, we would have a place to rule an entire world!" He raised his hand and crumpled his fist at the sky, vowing as he gazed at the wide sky with his eyes filled with an unquenchable thirst for power.

Philippines, in Malacañang..

"Father, I have notified everyone of our allied monarchs to have talks with you. What should we do next?" Mimicry asked as he looked at Andre who was sitting on the chair.

"For you, I want you to just resume what you are doing. For me, I'm going to meet up with the man whom I'll entrust the Great Xia into." Andre replied as he sipped his coffee.

"Where are you going?"

"To the land that was once abandoned by the gods and became the pillar of the most powerful organization in this world." Andre's lips curled up as the golden horns of his crown emerged from his skull and vanished soon after.

With Andre completely gone, Mimicry was left inside the study as he walked to the chair that was vacated and sat with a serious face, "He's going to establish contact with the Illuminati?" He muttered.

"I guess this world's end is nearing. After all this, We'd need to cross another universe for the meantime as the Reform commences." He then shook his head and sighed before opening the drawer and taking out a reverse triangle-shaped black metal badge with two open hands on the side and a silver vertical closed eye in the middle with golden web strings tied to the tip of the fingers and the eye.

He then fondled the badge for a bit before pushing the eye down. A second later, it slowly opened, revealing a golden pupil scrutinizing him. "Æthalos, you're trying to contact Lord Fate?" Suddenly, an archaic voice of a woman echoed out from his head.

"This.." Mimicry, or Æthalos, rather, was tongue-tied, "..are you the Heavenly Queen Shen?" He asked apprehensively.

"Considering you are a Fate Weaver just like I am, I'll let this pass." Heavenly Queen Shen stated emotionlessly, "Even I, as a high-ranking Fate Weaver, don't dare to contact Lord Fate that easily. Do not ever do such nonsensical things again."

"Let the Lord Fate's Will flow like a river. I sense that He is speeding matters up. The Reform can happen any century now, maybe once that person completes what Lord Fate wants him to accomplish in The Immortal Territories, or once the Cleansing finishes, so you should let the matters develop there as it should be. The Lord Fate has plans and we should let it happen naturally. The collapse of the Second Universe would not harm us because we will inhabit the first for just a few years."

Slowly, the silver eyelid started to close, "I shan't reveal anything more because Lord Fate can see what we are doing. Just remember, don't contact Him anymore, and let the natural and absolute Fate take its course." After she said that, the eyelid finally closed, losing the golden shimmer that it once had as if there's nothing there in the first place.

Mimicry was then left once again, sighing with remorse as he awaited the fate of this world and the universe.

Northern Africa, on the outskirts of the Eye of the Sahara..

Out of nowhere, Andre warped into existence as he looked at the barren land. He aimed his hand and aimed to flick his fingers forward, "Begone." He uttered as he released his middle finger from his thumb.

Boom!

A huge shockwave erupted as the barrier that is enveloping the Eye of The Sahara slowly disintegrated.

Gradually, the tall black towers slowly appeared to the outside world as Andre walked slowly towards the structures.

A minute before it happened, inside, Cris and Gobb sat in front of an elegant-looking man that looked like a butler. His hair and moustache were already white and adorned on his right eye was a monocle hanging on a thin golden chain clipped on his suit's chest pocket.

"Cris, Bearer of a Thousand Lifetimes, and Gobb, Wielder of The Omnicius, I welcome you into the ranks of the Illuminati. I suggest you forget your past masters and devote your time learning inside and achieving your limitless potentials." After a long time of scrutinizing, they were finally accepted into the organization. Although they should be happy, they were bothered by the man's last sentence.