Once he posted his introduction, comments quickly started piling up.

> └ Username "Galactic Emperor"? Really? LOL, gotta be middle school syndrome.  
> └ A Galactic Emperor in space? LOL, why even?  
> └ Newbies should be treated with care…  
> └ Hey, welcome, newbie!  
> └ To be an emperor, one must have gravitas.  
> └ Mom, when I grow up, I wanna be a Galactic Emperor!  
> └ So, you’re a bald alien with three eyes and four arms, huh?  
> └ No one here has ever been reincarnated into an SF world. Just sounds like some kid.  
> └ Never met a guy with “emperor” in his name who was actually an emperor. LOL.  

He skimmed the comments and replied with a smirk.

> └ If you didn’t even become an emperor, why reincarnate at all?  

The comments, which had briefly gone quiet, started flaring up again.

“Ha!”

Of course, the responses weren’t friendly. Clearly, there were no rules of conduct here; some people even started calling for their parents in the comments.

“Hmph…”

The corner of his eyebrow twitched as the flood of snarky comments tested his patience. It had been a while since he’d encountered such intense trolling, forcing him to reacquaint himself with his long-dormant tolerance for internet trash talk.

After observing quietly for a while, he closed the forum window and called Aria.

“Aria.”

“Yes?”

“You think you can hack this thing?”

“...”

A blend of determination and irritation crossed his face as a crooked grin formed on his lips.

“If we can’t hack a gathering place for lunatics, it’d be a real stain on your reputation, don’t you think?”

“Please stop with the nonsense.”

“What’s this? Aria, is there actually something you can’t do? I’m kind of disappointed… no, I believe you’re capable of more than this.”

“…”

His teasing seemed to annoy Aria, who fell silent in what he knew was a silent protest. But he could tell she’d already started analyzing the astral signal.

“Aria, I’m counting on you.”

“...”

Surprisingly, she did have emotions, and it was probably best not to let her sulk too much.

“A community, huh…”

As he recalled her mention of an astral signal, he mused that if there was a signal, and if he could trace the coordinates, it might even be possible to connect directly with other dimensions.

After all, the crowning glory of keyboard battles is in-person confrontation.

With this in mind, he reopened the forum and posted another message.

**Title: Question from a Newbie!**

> (Picture of a high-tech VR gaming capsule)  
> Got one of these at home?  

> By the way, here are the specs:  
> - Time acceleration up to 1,000x  
> - Option to seal existing memories while connected  
> - Automated handling of sleep, bodily functions, and meals while in use  
> - Capable of simulating entire star systems

It didn’t take long for comments to flood in.

> └ Now that’s just ridiculous.  
> └ Is this guy insane? So, where can I buy one, sir?  
> └ Time acceleration of 1,000x? So you can live ten years in a day?  
> └ No, no, about three years.  
> └ That’s not what I meant, idiot!  
> └ What is that thing even for?  
> └ Grandpa, please…  
> └ Imagine how many lives you could live with just one of those!  
> └ That could be useful for training.  
> └ Haha, envy is for the weak!  
> └ As if something like that even exists, LOL.  
> └ If that’s real, I’m so jealous.

For the record, none of the specs were exaggerated. It was an actual VR device he’d used a few times, although he hadn’t touched it in a while—returning to reality after a session left him feeling too unsettled.

> - “I am Peng Woo-hyuk, eldest son of the Northern Peng family! This pathetic body is not mine!”  
> - “My love! My daughter Yoo-jin! Where are you?! No… this isn’t real!”  

It brought back cringeworthy memories he’d carefully sealed away. After using the device himself, he’d experienced some disorientation, and the Empire eventually banned high-spec devices like this one.  

Turning from the VR device, he focused on the transparent forum window, now filled with over a hundred comments, mostly people ridiculing the absurdity of such a device’s existence.

“Oh, ignorant fools. Poverty-stricken savages of civilization.”

He couldn’t hide his amusement as he felt a thrill stir within him.

*Ah, this feeling.*

He was thoroughly enjoying showing off. From kids asking about his parents to skeptics demanding proof, the variety of reactions amused him immensely. He doubted he’d be bored anytime soon.

As he continued to read through the posts and comments, Aria’s voice chimed in.

“I’ve completed the preliminary analysis of the astral signal.”

“Already?”

The astral dimension was known as the passageway used for warp travel, a mysterious realm even in the *Galactic Hero Chronicles* universe. The fact that Aria had already analyzed the signal, which could only be detected within that passageway, meant she’d run the calculations through her main core.

When he looked up, a silver-haired woman in an imperial uniform was staring at him coolly—one of the android terminals Aria often used.

“You’re as lovely as ever, Aria.”

“…Please focus on the report.”

*So prim.*

Ignoring Aria’s pout, he nodded and listened attentively.

“In the ‘001-Dimension’ where the Galactic Empire resides, you are the only one capable of receiving this signal.”

In other words, he was the only one in the *Galactic Hero Chronicles* world who could access the [Dimension Integration Community]. He’d guessed as much, considering no other SF reincarnators seemed to appear on the forum, though he’d held out a bit of hope.

“This could prove the existence of other dimensions.”

In this system, ‘001-Dimension’ referred to his world, while ‘000-Dimension’ represented the astral realm. Beyond that, little was known, and only he had an inkling that other dimensions or worlds might exist.

“Imagine the reaction from the academic community if this were known. The Demoth species in the White Tower would be absolutely obsessed.”

“No need to make a big deal out of it.”

He nodded to himself.

The Demoth species in the White Tower were obsessive pursuers of knowledge. With brains five times the size of humans, elongated heads, and tendrils instead of beards, which stretched down to their collarbones, they were an alien race entirely devoted to scholarship.

For reference, the tendrils on a Demoth were similar to a USB drive from his past life.

As a neutral species bound by a treaty with the Galactic Federation, the Demoth were the only ones who hadn’t unlocked the mysteries of the astral realm, making this information groundbreaking for academia and the entire galaxy.

“Anyway, cut to the chase—what’s possible, and what do I need?”

“You’ll require permission to use the ACC (Akashic Causality Calculator), as well as support from Secretary of Encryption, Makia, and Deputy Head of Central DBMS, Kallen.”

The ACC, roughly the size of a 2,000-kilometer asteroid, was an extraordinary calculation device capable of predicting events with 96.8% accuracy at full capacity—an artifact-like machine even within the SF world. However, if Aria operated the ACC, she would need to focus entirely on its operation, leaving him to handle the emperor’s duties alone.

Secretary Makia was second to none in security and hacking, and Kallen was no less skilled.

Kallen, in particular, was one of the talents he’d personally recruited and was an expert in database building and programming, an ideal choice for the task.

“It’s going to be tough without you… Are you sure you need to activate the ACC? Can’t they manage on their own?”

“If you left it to them alone, I can’t guarantee success, even if they worked for a hundred years.”

“A hundred years, huh….”

Contemplating thoughts that would have made Makia and Kallen run for their lives, he finally sighed in resignation.

“Fine. How long will it take?”

“I estimate about a month.”

“A month? You’re saying I have to manage without you for an entire month?”

He groaned. The workload Aria managed was beyond imagination, her efficiency universally recognized.

“I’ve prepared a detailed schedule of your tasks by the second, Master.”

At Aria’s ominous response, he slumped in defeat.

“Ugh.”

Reluctantly, he nodded, tossed a few more posts into the forum, and logged off. He wouldn’t have time to check back for a while.

---

Meanwhile, opinions on the forum about the “Galactic Emperor” were all over the place.

**Title: What’s up with the newbie? Talk about delusions of grandeur.**

> └ If that’s real, what’s the point of living a normal life? LOL, keep it realistic, please.  
> └ Agreed, seems delusional.  
> └ LOL, maybe that’s just SF for you. Imagination gone wild.  
> └ Can’t even believe it’s SF.  
> └ But seriously, if that’s real, 

1,000x training time?  
> └ LOL, it’s like a hyperbolic time chamber.  
> └ If that’s true, wouldn’t rebirth cycles be totally pointless?  
> └ With erased memories, you could live multiple lives.  
> └ What about the follow-up post, though?  
> └ I’ve seen people show off sports cars, but this is next level. LOL.  
> └ A fleet of cruisers, frigates, warships… A spaceship collection flex? Unbelievable.  
> └ LOL, I’m speechless.  
> └ The baldness cure shocked me the most.  
> └ Baldness is not a disease. Why cure it?  
> └ Grow, hair, grow!  
> └ …  
> └ Totally unrealistic. Fake news.

The forum was divided between skeptics and hopefuls, with some dismissing his posts as ridiculous while others clung to a glimmer of belief.

**Title: Day 1 of the Prayer for Galactic Emperor’s Arrival**  
>If this is 100% true, I’m ready to welcome a new god.  

>Everyone, say it with me: Bald-Messiah.  

> └ Bald-Messiah  
> └ Bald-Messiah  
> └ Even if it’s real, so what? It’s just a dream for us.  
> └ You’re not thinking big. Even if he just shared blueprints, people would sell everything for it.  
> └ The 1,500-year-old Lich gave up on baldness cures, calling it incurable.  
> └ It’s NOT a disease!  
> └ Bald-Messiah  
> └ Even if it’s real, why would he share it for free? And he’s an emperor; why would he care about our pocket change? LOL.  
> └ Thick-haired fool, leave us alone!  

A particular item casually shown in one of his photos sent shockwaves through the forum.

> └ One who cures baldness possesses omnipotence; he shall be hailed as the Messiah.  
> └ Bald-Messiah  
> └ Bald-Messiah  

Meanwhile, Emperor Kalstein Babylon continued his duties, unaware of the stir he’d caused.