The Multiverse[3]

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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[▪︎Talos Dimension▪︎]

I appear instantly inside a bluish-white winding corridor wide enough to fit three elephants with horizontal and vertical engravings covering the length and breadth of it.

The whole corridor is chilly with overhead circular lights illuminating the room while engravings give out low electronic hums with small flashes of light. And on the flooring and ceiling are the Prime Imperium's sigil neatly carved.

Good, it seems they've done some renovations...I was getting bored of the whole edgy Darklord theme. This is way better.

Smiling, I slowly tread along the futuristic walls of the corridor and arrive in front of a large silver oval gate made of a unique material only present in this dimension.

The moment I take another step, the door slides open, and with another step, I enter the room as soft sounds of working mechanical pieces drift into my ears.

The room is as large as a soccer field with polished grayish-silver walls, ceiling, and flooring made of the same silver material as the door.

Numerous fairly large silver mechanical pipes trail the high ceiling, extending all over the place as wide mechanical pillars dot the room on all sides.

Along the left and right sides of the room—embedded in the walls—are rows and columns are white vertically placed chambers filled with greenish fluids and drowning inside these fluids are naked human-like figures with white futuristic gas mask shrouding their faces.

"...Lord Primus!"

I turn my head in the direction of the three shouts and nod my head when my eyes fall on the sources.

Those who shouted my name are three tall humanoid individuals with very unique physical appearances.

They have very pale skin—almost ashy—bald heads covered with long creeping veins, black ocular lenses that focus their small orange eyes, a black gas mask-like object in place of their nose and mouth, and old wrinkly skin.

Covering their sickly bodies are black flowing robes with red accents with their hands and feet shielded by black metallic gauntlets and boots respectively.

These are the Technicians. The last of a race of highly advanced humanoid people who had an innate talent for Biophysics.

A race decimated in a war, leaving only three members who are now my servants for eternity.

They were discovered by Prime Levy who struck a deal with them after he accidentally found himself in their world.

Since they are relatively peaceful, he managed to strike a juicy deal with them.

He'll help them build a utopia for them to rule as they please and in return, they'll supply him with technological and medical help till he's done.

Since he's dead and I'm always welcoming of talents, I contacted them and after just flexing a muscle and having a calm conversation with them, they gave their undying allegiance to me.

They are one of the keys I'll be using to unlock the doors of the closed but open Multiverse. And evidently, they are doing a good job at it.

"...I'll be leaving shortly, I'm only here for the status report regarding the specimens you're brewing. Is everything going as planned?"

I wave dismissively with a smile as they stop in front of me, reverence and awe shining in their glowing orange eyes.

"Yes, it won't be long until everything's ready. With this new army, we have a full guarantee that there will be nothing that can stand in your way in the Multiverse!"

One of them steps forwards and says enthusiastically with hand gestures, his voice deep with a little distortion as he turns to look at the pristine chambers containing the naked bodies of very muscular and tall individuals.

The other two just nod and judging by the contours of their inhuman faces, I guess they are smiling.

Flashing them a soft smile, I turn to my left also and admire the numerous rows and columns filling the entirety of the tower-high wall of the room.

These are all Invincible or to put it in better terms, they are clones of him. [I-Serum] powered clones fully already programmed genetically and psychologically to obey my every command.

This is the army I'll be using to expand my Empire across the Multiversal landscape. An army Invincible in both name and character.

As they said, with them and additional support from my technological fleet, there's virtually nothing that can stand in my way.

This Multiversal cluster is mine...

I clench my left hand into a hard fist at the thought of this, making the air around my hand explode with a loud pop that startles the Technicians.

"...Emperor is everything okay? Are you perhaps unsatisfied by this?"

The leader asks quietly in fear, his distorted voice trembling while the rest just keep silent and watch me in fear.

Oops...I got carried away.

"...Ignore what I just did, I am just excited that's all. Keep up the good work and I'll grant you whatever your hearts desire."

I smile softly and turn in the direction of the entrance as behind, their pale faces brighten up with joy.

"We assure you that it wasn't a mistake you put your trust in us. We'll do whatever it takes to make sure nothing goes wrong Lord Prime."

The leader vows deeply with conviction flowing out of his voice and bows. The others instantly follow.

"I see. I hope you don't disappoint, it'll be a shame to lose talents such as yourselves. Farewell."

I turn my head slightly and whisper coldly to them with a smile and then with a thought, I disappear and instantly appear inside my Penthouse in the universe I've designated as Universe Prime.

...Now that I'm conquering alternate worlds and universes, I guess it's time I conquered this one...

Everything needs to end now...