Marcus returned to the cave as he was in deep thought. He didn't imagine that he would end up in past.
'The issue was that there was no indication of the timeline or how to alter when choosen this place.'
"Well, are you satisfied with what you saw?" Shamna, who was waiting for him, asked the moment he walked over.
"You could say that." He sighed a bit.
"It was a world that had genetic modification, and was at a space age." The Emperor replied as he removed his helmet.
"Yet, you sound dissapointed."
"Because I am, there is no Gundam." 'And a specific songstress to finish my collection.'
"You have my condolences. But since this place is a testing ground, why not throw that idea into the air?" The Empress suggested to him.
"Don't worry, unlike my other two worlds… this one won't end up that nice. I have a mission and will make sure it's successful." Marcus had something specific in mind.
As he said, the ELS reacted and began to alter the surroundings.
The floor and the walls, turned smooth as the cavern straightened, becoming more like a large room than something carved from stone.
"I see… so that's the ability of the alien goo. Quite something else." She looked around, impressed by the changes to the cavern.
"Indeed, I will be sending one of these tiaras to you."
"...You have my thanks; I can replace my usual crown with it." The woman pondered her idea aloud.
"Sounds fine. Meanwhile, I will begin to make my moves."
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While making moves sounded perfect on paper, Marcus can't be absent; people notice he is not there. He is the Emperor after all!
"Well? Spill it!" Leila plopped into the couch opposite his office table. The Empress was immediately on his case the moment he was not there!
"What?"
"You don't miss these meetings! Unless you are doing something else?" The blonde woman looked at him with narrowed eyes.
"Indeed. I've been developing precurson technology, and made a portal in A.S.P. Headquarters."
"!"
Leila looked at him with wide eyes.
"...Y-You reached the point that you can copy portals!?" She gawked at him!
Her gaze went down as she was in disbelief.
"How on Earth did you copy a Cosmic Tablet?" She asked in shock.
"What of it? I carved it by hand and powered it with Geass Energy."
"You do know that people in the Research facility tried it countless times over the years? There was no reaction at all!"
"Well, that's them, and I am me. Besides, you need to do things by hand. The portal and the tablet have to come from the same source.
There has to be resonance between those two."
"...In other words, you are leagues ahead in understanding the technology." She deadpanned at him.
"You could say that."
"So, what are you doing there?" She moved on, wondering what he was cooking in the new reality he unlocked.
"Setting up data collection. Genetic alteration, I will be collecting information for my future army. There is not much else there to do." He shrugged at her.
Leila sighed in relief when she heard that.
"Good, it would seem you grew up and don't want to rule every fabric of reality." The beauty teased him a bit, but her tease swiftly disappeared.
"More precisely, one reality at the time, my dear wife." He chuckled as he watched her expression morph into resignation.
"I see…"
~~~~~~Two Years Later~~~~~~
[Anaheim Enterprise has bought struggling G.A.R.M. The corporation declared that they will continue to pursue genetic modifications.]
[Anaheim Enterprise increased funding to G.A.R.M by 20 billion for the next three years.]
[Massive strikes continue outside Anaheim Headquarters.
[People demand that Anaheim stop funding genetic research.]
Marcus listened to the news outside of his fancy new office in the Atlantic Federation.
Unlike in his other world, he rarely stays in this world, and most importantly, he doesn't care that much about what is going on.
That means that he doesn't set up a 'board' as he did in the previous world. He created a company, pumped out just-above-average product, and used that money to get himself G.A.R.M.
The struggling genetics division. Marcus has been improving their technology for the past several months.
The computers and databases he provided are downloading everything for him. In other words, it was like his research facility, and everything they do ends up in his hands.
Yet…
"Stupid blue cosmos," Marcus complained as he looked down at the gathered people.
"Legion, cause a controversy for me." The disguised Emperor narrowed his eyes; he was pissed and ready to start biting back.
[As you wish, it has been a while since we caused a bit of chaos.] The AI was enthusiastic to do some naughty stuff.
"Indeed. Just because I am not radical, it doesn't mean I can't cause someone a bit of pain." The CEO of Anaheim Enterprise sighed as he walked back to his office table.
Gundam Seed World, where everything that could end badly has indeed ended badly.
The UN has dissolved, along with most of its treaties, such as the Geneva Convention. It means that war can go unhinged, nuclear if need be.
While the war with the Coordinators is not yet set in stone, everything is moving towards that direction.
The PLANT colonies, the hourglass-shaped ones in space, are at this moment in the Atlantic Federation's hands.
The colonies are forbidden to produce their own food.
However, the Coordinator numbers are steadily growing, and illegal modifications are a thing. Marcus made Anaheim a sponsor; officially, he is supporting genetic treatment studies in G.A.R.M.
G.A.R.M is literally the source of everything in the future: the Perfect Coordinator Project, the Accord Project, the Destiny Plan.
Everything…
And if Marcus wants to get everything he can from this reality, he would put his hands all over G.A.R.M.
That is what he has been doing.
He bought struggling G.A.R.M and all of its projects. Genetics is a volatile subject at the moment, and funding is scarce.
But then he came in, supporting the projects.
[I have spread Blue Cosmos funding paper trail and their identities. As well as the source of these unrest and riots. All of them originated from a single foundation.]
"Hm, pathetic that it took so little to catch them with a hand in a cookie jar."
Marcus was a bit dissapointed how weak the firewalls are in this place.
The world he is in right now has suffered several major setbacks, including two virus outbreaks and fossil fuel shortages, all of which have hindered technological advancement.
Especially the lack of fossil fuels… without them, there is no plastic, refineries suffer because they need gas, and, of course, other petrochemicals needed for medicine and so on and so on.
Thankfully, in Marcus's world, there was sakuradite that not only made fossil fuels obsolete but also accelerated technological advancement by around 200 years.
They literally leapt from Cold War technology to Knightmares, which is futuristic to say the least. Of course, he then introduced technology from his old world, namely Fusion and AI.
Those propelled the technology even further with the help of Sakuradite.
[Is there anything else we can do?]
"You can troll them a little if you want." Marcus smiled a bit as he took a sip of his tea.
[Hmm… I see what I can do.]
With that said, the disguised Emperor looked at the city from his skyscraper's top floor. He is a bit… bored.
But not for long.
~~~
Marcus returned to his estate on the East Coast. He was about to unlock the doors. But then…
His eyes widened as his sixth sense 'screamed'.
'Oh…shit…'
*BOOM*
*BOOM*
*BOOM*
The whole estate exploded, but it was not over as rockets from a helicopter followed.
The helicopter unloaded everything it had. Not long afterwards, there was communication with the ground team.
"Team Delta, go over and look for his corpse!"
At that moment, special forces rushed over to look for Marcus Anaheim's body.
"There is no way that his corpse could survive that!" One of soldiers said, looking around the destroyed house.
As one of them was moving away the rubble, a hand erupted from the house debris and grabbed the soldier by its neck.
It was a bloody hand as, right before their eyes, the wounds were rapidly closing.
"...It hurts… do you have any…fucking idea how much it hurts!?" A bloody Marcus Anaheim came out from the rubble as he could effortlessly lift the soldier by its neck.
"Usually I am far more composed than this… but not only did you fucked up one of my favourite suits, but you blew up my estate!
It took me months to decide on the interior design!"
The more he ranted, the more terrified the soldier and their squadmates became!
"W-Who the fuck are you!?"
"I doubt your feeble mind could understand, so let's cut to the chase!"
*SNAP*
The neck broke as Marcus killed the guy he was choking.
Seeing him dead, others opened fire, but the guy simply walked around the incoming bullets!
All of those misses began to build up the terror even more!
"Die already!!!"
"He is one of those space freaks!"
"Space freaks? Is that your conclusion? I far more than that!" As he said that, the Emperor's eyes glowed a bit.
"Kill yourself for getting it wrong." Geass golden light glowed as the soldier's eyes glowed.
"Sure thing."
One of the soldiers pointed his rifle at himself and opened fire.
"See? He saw the light at the end of the tunnel." Marcus commented as he looked at the other guy; his eyes glowed a bit more as well.
"W-What the— hahahahahahaha I-I can't hahahah stop hahahaha laughing hahahahaha
Can't hahahaha breath hahahahaha—"
With that said, he collapsed on the ground before starting to wheeze and gasp; he couldn't breathe!
The last remaining soldier stared with horror as his rifle was shaking.
Marcus began to walk towards him, and the soldier tried to shoot him, but the aim was horrible as he was shaking.
Eventually, the Emperor was in front of him. He stared into his eyes, and the special forces soldier did the same…
Only now did the guy realise that he was dealing with something more than a space freak!
"W-Who… are you?"
"Bam."
At that moment, a 'mind hammer' slammed into the guy's mind as his eyes rolled up and he collapsed on the ground.
That's what a powerful Innovator can do: crush a regular man's mind.
After taking down the last one, Marcus looked at the soldier on the ground, then around him.
He was… annoyed to say the least.
That's what happens when he doesn't set his board.
'Those retarded radicals have enough pull to send a special forces team. Not bad.'
Then a familiar sound got his attention.
He looked up.
It was an attack Helicopter.
"Great, you are back."
As he commented, bullets began to fly towards him.
With several side steps, he dodged, then walked over and picked up an assault rifle lying next to a mind-crushed soldier.
Then he targeted the helicopter.
Focused a bit, locating a weak point and then pressing the trigger.
A single bullet flew, hit the area below the rotor, sparks began to fly, followed by smoke and then… it spun out of control and crashed on the ground, followed by an explosion.
"That's what happens when you use such unreliable technology," Marcus commented as he threw the rifle over his shoulder.
"Honestly… you morons fucked up my yard." The Emperor commented with growing annoyance.
"This is the first time I have had such disrespect shown. Hell, I am not even planning to conquer you, morons." He snorted as he shook his head.
With bubbling anger in his gut, he walked back to the mind-crushed soldier's corpse and checked the pockets.
Eventually, he found a phone.
For a second, he used his Geass to unlock the phone by entering the PIN.
"Let's see…"
He called a specific number, and after a couple of rings, someone picked it up.
"Legion, tell Jeanne to come over to my estate on the East Coast. It's code Bravo, the place is gone, I need my armour."
[Understood, it will take less than five minutes. Are you okay?]
"A bit naked but fine." Marcus looked down. He was barefoot, and his suit pants, what was left, were shorts with holes. The top is gone as well.
In other words, he looks like a homeless man.
[Understood.]
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