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ArabicChat Group Crossover: My System Simulates Infinite Anime Worlds — Chapter 21
Chapter 21: The Unification Mandate
As for the so-called synthesis method, it was, of course, your own genius discovery—a clever application of the First Herrscher’s Core.
You recalled a saying from your father in a life long past: you have to use magic to defeat magic. By that same logic, using Honkai to fight Honkai was perfectly reasonable, wasn’t it?
By studying the bodies of the fallen Herrschers, MEI had already created a substance she called Soulium. To simplify her own work, she had combined it with the First Herrscher’s Core to design an artificial intelligence she named Prometheus.
But the true breakthrough came from a flash of inspiration that struck your mind.
Through your own previous research, you had discovered the First Herrscher’s true ability: Creation. It was a power that bordered on the divine, a concept akin to ‘I think, therefore it is.’ You had seen the items recovered from the First Herrscher’s manifestation—they were all objects from the modern era, things it had no business knowing about.
From this, you confirmed a critical principle: the conversion of energy into matter.
The Core could produce anything—weapons, the raw materials for genetic medicines—but it came with a non-negotiable prerequisite. The user, or the AI controlling it, had to understand the object completely. You needed the full genetic code or the complete design blueprints.
And so, the monumental task of analyzing and writing that code fell upon you.
No one else could handle it. Or rather, they could, but it would have taken them an eternity. For you, it took a single, grueling year to successfully write three complete codes into the Core’s matrix. By the time you reached the fourth, the sheer mental exhaustion forced you to take a break.
The specific labor, of course, was carried out by Prometheus, the AI born from Soulium and the First Herrscher’s Core. She worked twenty-four hours a day without rest, never demanding a salary or complaining of fatigue. She was, in every sense, the perfect assistant.
It was just that every time you asked Prometheus to produce something, her optic sensors would track you with an intensity that felt distinctly murderous.
That silent, burning animosity gave you a strange sense of satisfaction. It was like a toad hopping right onto someone’s foot, deliberately getting in their way, and croaking with glee. It was the pure, unadulterated joy of knowing someone was seething with jealousy but was utterly powerless to get rid of you.
The fifth-generation medicine was derived from the cells of Emperor-class Honkai Beasts. However, a new set of problems arose. These beasts were exceedingly rare, and their genetic encodings were a labyrinth of complexity. While they could be replicated, the violent, instinctual will embedded within their DNA could not be completely neutralized, only weakened. Taking this medicine was an extreme gamble.
After Kevin took it, his entire body began to emit a evident frost. A chilling aura clung to him, and it took him several months of intense effort just to bring the power under his control. Of this potent but dangerous Emperor-class genetic medicine, you only managed to produce a thousand vials in total.
As for the sixth-generation medicine, it was crafted from the cells of Herrschers themselves. Only four vials were ever made, their existence a closely guarded secret. They represented the four Herrschers that had appeared thus far.
You had no desire to waste more time on it. These medicines were more than enough to face the current Honkai threat. A chilling thought had occurred to you: if you kept creating stronger and stronger MANTIS warriors, you feared the Honkai would adapt, birthing a Herrscher specifically designed to counter them.
Besides, you had your own matters to attend to, like training your Magnetic Field Power.
When the initial versions of the medicine were released to the public, a massive uproar swept across the globe. Everyone went into a frenzy.
On the day of the press conference, several elderly volunteers were injected with the first-generation serum. Before the world’s cameras, they immediately regained a youthful vitality. Subsequent tests confirmed it: the cells in their bodies had been completely restored. Barring any accidents, they could live for another decade, perhaps more. The data proved they could easily reach over a hundred years of age.
When the world’s wealthy heard this, they went wild. For these titans of industry and finance, they already possessed money and power in abundance. The only thing they lacked was time.
Who wouldn’t want to live longer? Why else did the professions of private doctors, personal nutritionists, and health managers even exist? Where there is demand, a market will always form.
A subtle scheme was woven into the medicine’s release: certain countries were conspicuously excluded from the distribution list.
Those nations immediately launched furious protests, making frequent, indignant statements on the international stage. Some of the more naive newcomers even demanded that the formula be made public, a gift for all of humanity to enjoy.
Your side offered a simple, chillingly arrogant reply, posted for the world to see: “We will contribute the formula. But can you even manufacture it?”
The complete formula for the first-generation medicine was then posted on the official website. It clearly detailed the need for a special substance extracted from the bodies of Honkai Beasts.
At the same time, you released everything. You explained what the Honkai was, the cataclysmic harm it caused, and a host of other suppressed truths. You even explained the function of the Breathing Technique that had been disseminated years prior.
The countries that had been clamoring so loudly were struck dumb.
‘No way… Honkai Beasts are a state secret. Every country has a tacit understanding about this.”How could they just announce it so casually? Aren’t they afraid of causing mass social chaos?’
As if on cue, Eden added fuel to the fire, publicly verifying that every word of the announcement was true.
Simultaneously, the agents you had stationed in various countries began to discreetly spread information. The story of the recently disbanded Flame-Chasers, along with countless scandals suppressed by those in power, were all quietly leaked to the public.
Once the populace found out, the world erupted. Protest marches became a daily occurrence. Citizens shouted for their right to know, screaming that the taxes they paid had been embezzled by a corrupt government that had lied to them for years.
Even the soldiers began to think of their own family members who had died in the “natural disasters” caused by the Honkai. While not technically a lie, the deception felt like a deep betrayal. Enraged by their governments, some extremist military factions unearthed weapons they had hidden for years, preparing to march on their capitals for an explanation.
Observant citizens connected the dots, realizing that when the Breathing Technique was first introduced, these same leaders had completely ignored its existence, robbing them of a chance to fight back.
This final revelation ignited the fuse. The people of those nations became a powder keg of agitation. The leaders and their cronies went into hiding, scurrying into secret bunkers. To appear in public would mean facing a sea of cameras, the relentless hounding of paparazzi, or worse—an angry youth with a self-modified firearm ready to dispense justice.
The global chaos raged for over a month. You felt the time was ripe.
The once-peaceful nation of Shenzhou bared its fangs. Advanced weaponry and a large number of MANTIS warriors were dispatched, launching swift, decisive offensives against key nations. They seized control of defense systems and all major strategic regions with terrifying efficiency.
Everything went smoothly, including the subjugation of the world’s capitalists. Did the other side think they could use their capital as use? A foolish notion. You weren’t interested in negotiating; you wanted all resources under your control. Those who insisted on a discussion were typically given a few “peanuts” to silence them.
As for the so-called rats in the gutters—the high-and-mighty assassin organizations—they proved to be far less impressive than their reputations suggested. In the face of overwhelming power, they were no different from ordinary people. Most who plied the trade of assassination, it turned out, had no dreams worth dying for.
Upon the completion of this historic feat of global unification, the stage was set.
On an auspicious day, the leader of Shenzhou, after burning incense and reporting to his ancestors, stood tall upon the grand podium and made a declaration that echoed across the planet:
“The United Human Earth Federation is hereby established, to be known as the Human Federation.”
You were appointed as the Chief Scientist of the Human Federation and the Supreme Commander of the Strategic Deployment against Honkai.
You immediately renamed Taixu Laboratory. Its new name was the Sea of Quanta Frontline.
To you, this was a war—a long, arduous battle that began with the Honkai. You didn’t know how many years it would last. It could be ten years, five, or perhaps a century. But one thing was certain: the war had just begun.