Deputy Secretary Kallen of the Central Database Management Division nervously checked his attire, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

> “You’re about to be in the presence of His Majesty, the Emperor. Mind your conduct,”

came a cold, steely voice. He nodded hastily, glancing sideways at its source. Standing beside him was a woman who served as both the Empire's Prime Minister and the Emperor's chief secretary. She scrutinized him from head to toe, her gaze as sharp as an eagle's.

*Breathe… calm down,* he reminded himself.

The true identity of the Empire’s Prime Minister was a mystery to all, with rumors suggesting she was a candidate for Empress. Kallen knew he had to tread carefully.

While the Empress rumors were daunting, they paled in comparison to the person he was about to meet.

*Kalstein Babylon.*

The Emperor of Destruction, the All-Knowing Ruler, the Maestro of Slaughter, Destroyer of Stars, the Singer of Carnage, the Genocidal Deep Impact—the list of blood-chilling titles went on. Any talent who caught his eye would eagerly fall to their knees, begging to serve him. With Kalstein, nothing was deemed impossible.

Upon taking the throne, his first act was a mass purge of corrupt officials; blood spilled in waves across entire planets. Even the “Sparrow,” a notorious coalition of space pirates known for their ruthlessness, feared him.

Even mindless hostile alien lifeforms kept a safe distance from him. The man had brought an end to the Third Interstellar War, which had raged for 28,000 years, earning universal acclaim for his unparalleled power and deterrence. Unmatched in both authority and intimidation, Kalstein was a force to be reckoned with.

Before him, lies were impossible. It was said that even a single falsehood would result in the loss of one’s eyes and tongue.

Facing such a legendary figure, Kallen couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. 

Kallen was once a factory worker scraping by on the fringes of the galaxy, a mere commoner with a shortened lifespan. But thanks to a single word from Kalstein, he had risen to his current position as Deputy Secretary. The Emperor's influence was undeniable.

> “Enter.”

At that single command, Kallen adjusted his posture and, keeping his head bowed at a respectful 45-degree angle, stepped into the throne room with steady steps.

> “Hmm…”

With just that low hum from the Emperor, tension thickened in the air. Kallen quickly noticed that Minister Makia was already present in the hall. One look at Makia’s expression told him they were both equally nervous, both exercising extreme caution to avoid even the slightest slip of the tongue.

Finding someone in the same situation brought him a little comfort.

*Not the time for that,* he reminded himself.

He shook off the thought and focused on listening to the Emperor and the Prime Minister.

> “I have a task for you…”

They both bowed, attentively waiting for the Emperor’s instructions.

---

After the audience ended, Kallen emerged from the throne room and had to take a moment to steady his shaky legs.

*The Emperor barely said a word, and yet…* 

The Emperor had only spoken a few brief commands, like, “Yes,” “Can you accomplish this?” and “Ensure you produce results.” Yet, his sheer presence and authority made it nearly impossible to lift one’s head.

As Kallen was catching his breath, Minister Makia appeared behind him.

> “Deputy Kallen, may I have a word?”

> “Yes, of course.”

Kallen joined Makia in the vehicle, which automatically powered up, set a destination, and began to hover.

> “It seems His Majesty’s presence grows ever more daunting. I can barely hold myself together in his presence these days.”

> “As if you’re the only one. I barely survived.”

> “It might be age creeping up on me, but it felt even more overwhelming than before.”

> “Haha…”

After a few lighthearted complaints, they began discussing the mission.

> “It seems the Emperor is interested in expanding our reach to other dimensions.”

> “Pardon?”

> “His Majesty surely envisions a Galactic Empire beyond our imagination.”

> “I… suppose so.”

Kallen couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

*Isn’t the task simply to hack the mysterious community, integrate desired features, gather user data, and pinpoint coordinates?*

But he shook off the thought. There was no way the Emperor would issue a direct order for something so trivial.

Kallen nodded in agreement with Makia.

*With eternal life now in his grasp, the Emperor’s perspective is surely beyond that of mere mortals.*

He chose to think of it that way. The image of Emperor Kalstein posting random messages on the community forum was simply beyond his comprehension.

> “With the Prime Minister running the ACC, there’s little risk of failure,” Kallen noted.

> “Indeed. And even without a direct order, it’s our duty as subordinates to anticipate His Majesty’s hidden intentions and prepare accordingly.”

> “It looks like we’ll be busy for the foreseeable future.”

> “Yes, let’s handle this swiftly.”

With their conversation focused on the mission, Kallen and Makia’s vehicle gradually left the Imperial Palace.

---

*Is this what the Big Bang looked like?*

Against the vast, pitch-black backdrop of space, red and blue bursts of light flashed in the distance.

*Whoooom—*

Behind Kalstein, a planet was meeting its end, emitting a death wail as it fractured into pieces. The star’s surface cracked and splintered, with bright red light pulsing through the fissures. As it fragmented further, it burst into a radiant flare, releasing a ring of energy and dispersing into dust.

*The death of a star.*

With a single strike, Kalstein had condemned the planet to oblivion. He turned away, letting go of his massive 2-kilometer-long weapon.

*Whirr—*

Panels orbiting the spear-like weapon glowed blue, encasing the blade in an energy field and transforming into a storage case that enveloped the colossal spear.

As he floated, clad in golden armor, an officer in a reinforced suit flew up beside him.

> “Thank you for your hard work, Your Majesty.”

Kalstein gave a heavy nod, launching himself back to his flagship.

Once the Emperor had left, the officer stayed behind to retrieve the Emperor’s exclusive ether weapon. His hands trembled slightly as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

*Only His Majesty could wield a multi-probability physical calculation ether fusion weapon with such power.*

With a single swing, Kalstein had annihilated a massive planet infested by a cosmic parasite. Even the officer, who had seen countless battles, felt a chill up his spine. Before the Emperor, even the mighty defenses of the planet seemed as fragile as a candle in the wind.

Meanwhile, back aboard his flagship, Kalstein took a selfie with the exploding planet in the background.

*Click!*

It was a feature of the Dimension Integration Community, complete with an option to apply filters.

**Title: Done with today’s work! Time to clock out ^^**  
> (A picture of a planet exploding)  
> All that effort makes me crave a beer.

> └ …  
> └ What did I just see?  
> └ Best bragger in the universe, LOL.  
> └ Why even post something like this?  
> └ Couldn’t believe it even if I tried, LOL.  
> └ So pathetic.  
> └ Bald-Messiah  
> └ I mean, I could probably destroy a continent, but…  
> └ This is the worst case of delusions I’ve ever seen, LOL.  
> └ Welcome, King of Fake Claims.  
> └ This is insane. Let’s see how far this fakery can go.  
> └ Bald-Messiah  
> └ LOL, destroying a planet?  
> └ Look at that ridiculously long spear. Who’d believe this?  
> └ It’s space—anything is possible, right?  
> └ If it’s real, he’d be the strongest in the community.  
> └ Divine level.  
> └ Who even believes this, bro…

If only they’d realized the planet in the picture was a Yursuna-class supergiant, tens of times the size of a sun, they would’ve fainted on the spot.

Kalstein smirked, typing out a reply.

> └ Isn’t this normal? ^^ Nothing special about it. Why reincarnate if you can’t even do this?

*Ding!*

> └ Why’s this dude talking like this? WTH  
> └ Photoshop skills on another level.  
> └ Who invited this guy? Admin, show yourself!  
> └ There’s no admin, LOL.  
> └ Middle school syndrome in space armor.  
> └ Shameless.  
> └ Time for a lesson.  
> └ “Why reincarnate if you can’t even do this?!” Who even asked for this?! I wanna go back!  
> └ Classic.  
> └ Recruitment open for the King of Fake Claims Party (1/1000).  
> └ 222 (2/1000).  
> └ Do you think a thousand is enough to stop him from smashing planets? Haha.

The name “Galactic Emperor” began to echo throughout the community.