Past timeline---> Location: Headquarters of the central branch of the Universal Genius Intellect Association, MG=23 HCBCGIA, RO++Han
Time: 11:10 PM
The headquarters of the Universal Genius Intellect Association, nestled on the breathtaking planet named "Medusa-Gaea=23," stood as a beacon of knowledge in the vast expanse of the universe. This architectural marvel, resembling a spaceship with its numerous rooms, offices, and halls, emanated an air of authority and power. Its sheer magnitude boasted an astonishing count of over one billion rooms, halls, and offices.
In the depths of this extraordinary building, a man burst into an office, his face etched with unexplainable sorrow. The figure he approached donned a black mummifying cloth, reminiscent of ancient Egyptian attire, with a black demonic mask displaying a red and white visage. With a sense of urgency, the man spoke, his words filled with grief yet laced with determination, "I followed your instructions to call your son back to bestow upon him the command of the Rebellion Army. But, something inexplicable occurred within the outer regions of our solar system's Ort cloud."
The mummified figure leaned in, his eyes burning with intensity. "Tell me, in meticulous detail, everything that transpired within the Ort cloud. I want a comprehensive record of even the slightest movement," he demanded.
With a tremor in his voice and a visible display of fear, the messenger replied, "All the planets in the solar system began spinning and revolving around the sun with unprecedented speed! It felt as though a menacing presence had infiltrated our realm. I fear they have entered through a portal, poised to bring about destruction..." The man's voice trailed off, and he quivered like the fragile strings of an atom, nearly dissipating into dust were it not for the containment tube that preserved him until the Owner of HCBUGIA deemed his fate.
Within the Owner's dark and eerily silent office, a sense of foreboding hung heavy in the air. "RH! RH! We face a grave crisis! It appears that an imminent threat has breached our solar system, and to make matters worse, the son of the MWR has gone missing! I implore you to comprehend the gravity of the situation! If we fail to act swiftly, we may be unable to overcome this peril!" The voice of the distressed man was abruptly stifled, as if his windpipe and voice box had been mercilessly blocked. The room was shrouded in darkness until the Owner activated the special lights, illuminating the scene.
There, suspended in the air, floated the mummified figure, his hands poised menacingly, having lifted the man by his neck. "You always indulge in soliloquies, despite my repeated pleas to refrain from addressing me as RH! I shall end your worthless existence here and now," he declared, forcefully hurling the man to the ground, rendering him nearly incapacitated. "You may leave now, but contact MWR and SR immediately! Time is of the essence. I have awaited this moment for 979 years!"
The hall pulsated with countless screens adorning its walls, each displaying an array of minute buttons—almost 8 trillion in number—barely discernible to the naked eye. In a matter of moments, MWR and SR rushed into the hall, their expressions grave. In unison, they spoke with somber urgency, "What has transpired?"
RH responded, his voice laden with concern, "They have stealthily infiltrated our universe through the portal we once constructed for interstellar travel."
MWR interjected, "Our sons have vanished without a trace. We must locate them swiftly and confront this imminent danger."
RH countered, "You constantly prioritize the well-being of individuals whose significance pales in comparison to the very existence of our multiverse."
SR interjected, "The situation presents an imminent threat to all dimensions of our existence. We must act swiftly."
RH, contemplative and composed, asserted, "No, we must approach this with utmost clarity and composure. Hasty decisions could lead us down a perilous path, resulting in dire consequences."
With a sense of urgency, a secret meeting was convened, gathering the leaders of the MWR Armies CEO Squad Groups. They assembled, adorned in the regalia befitting their esteemed positions. MWR spoke, his voice resonating with authority, "Listen, all the MACSGL! We face a dire predicament that threatens the very fabric of infinite universes. Summon the CEO squads and contact the army generals of HCBUGIA! We must protect our people at all costs."
Countless spaceships were summoned, transporting beings from diverse universes. With unparalleled speed, these vessels were designed to reach the enemy in a mere fraction of a second, converging upon them with the force of uncountable multitudes. The armies swelled rapidly, drawing individuals from every corner of existence.
A resounding cry of "HCBUGIA" echoed through the portals, resonating across countless universes. As one, they harnessed the boundless energy of the void, drawing upon the infinite hues and numbers that comprised the very essence of the enemy's omniverse.
RH, his voice filled with disdain, confided, "This place fills me with a profound loathing. Though I once called them allies, they were naught but false companions, deceiving us all."
SR concurred, his voice dripping with disdain, "It is a wretched place, deserving of titles like 'hell,' 'bloody,' and more. This place is known as Kaiten."
MWR's thoughts churned with disbelief, a mixture of denial and fear. "No, this can't be true! I vowed never to break the oaths I made to the gods!"
The stage was set, and the battle for existence loomed ominously on the horizon.