Super God World
"Hexi, if all our God-level civilizations united, could we develop the time machine they have in their hands?"
Keisha looked at the battlefield on the screen where humans and AI were fighting not just in the real world, and she began to doubt the Angelic Order she had founded.
Keisha smiled slightly; she knew Hexi's sense of humor could always bring a touch of levity to tense moments.
"Just tell me the truth. We've fought side-by-side for thousands of years; there's no need to beat around the bush."
Hexi nodded, her gaze becoming serious: "Honestly, it's extremely difficult. Our engine technology is based on improving existing reality, while their technology, one could say, is creating reality."
"Even without the time machine, their so-called Causality Weapons are simply a challenge to our understanding of physics."
Hexi continued to explain, "We can create things from the void, but that's just converting one form of matter into another. They, however, can create matter out of thin air; that is a qualitative leap in technology."
"And their weapons—where a magazine that should only hold twenty rounds can fire over thirty—those bullets appear out of thin air. There is no conversion of matter, just appearance from nothing," Hexi calmly explained to Keisha.
"So you're saying our Angelic Order is about to be phased out?"
"Not necessarily. In most technologies, the gap isn't that large, but we still can't stand against things like causality that destroy the laws of physics. Moreover, the opponent is much more ruthless than we are."
"Then how did such an opponent perish?" Keisha leaned back on her throne and continued watching the video.
The screen continued.
Long before the dawn of human civilization, the Aeldari had already written their legends upon the vast stage of the universe.
They ruled the sea of stars with transcendent technology and profound psychic power.
As those who had witnessed the War in Heaven between the Necrons and the Old Ones, the Imperium of Man was, in their eyes, nothing more than an insignificant empire in the world.
The Aeldari, this once-glorious race, gradually indulged in endless pleasure after experiencing countless wars and conquests.
They no longer pursued higher glory or explored the unknown mysteries of the universe; instead, they were intoxicated by debauchery, throwing their lives into the endless pursuit of pleasure.
However, just as the Aeldari's revelry reached its peak, a disaster quietly descended.
An unprecedented surge of energy erupted from their capital, tearing the boundary between reality and the Warp, and giving birth to a deity representing extreme pleasure—Slaanesh.
The birth of Slaanesh was not only the end for the Aeldari but a disaster for the entire universe. Slaanesh's birth drained the lives of most Aeldari, leaving only a few survivors to linger in fear and despair.
The birth of Slaanesh physically tore through the barriers; the Aeldari capital, that once-brilliant place, now became the cursed 'Eye of Terror'.
At the same time, the unprecedented Warp storms generated by Slaanesh's birth shook the Immaterium. Warp travel became increasingly difficult, until eventually, no ship could sail out of the Warp alive.
Countless Navigators fell into madness while observing the Warp storms, and ships were torn to pieces upon entering the Warp.
Most tragic were the Psykers who became Mutants; weak and utterly lacking in experience, once the Warp storms began, demons quietly slipped into their minds, turning them into living portals and allowing nightmare monsters to flood into the real universe, turning many worlds into hell.
Many planetary governments that lacked an iron fist were directly seized by Mutants and Psykers who were far stronger than baseline humans.
Humanity was fractured once again.
Many xenos who had signed treaties with humans also began to take advantage of the chaos.
In this situation, high-population worlds like Terra that relied heavily on trade suddenly could not feed their massive populations; hunger and famine followed, and human civilization collapsed at an alarming speed.
Chaos and civil war followed, and those once-brilliant technological civilizations regressed into feudal and barbaric eras.
Humans who once looked up at the stars fell into the filthy mud, desperately trying to grasp at the last shred of hope.
Humanity had to face a dark and desperate future, losing five thousand years to the Age of Strife.
Marvel Universe
Magneto looked at the screen showing his fellow Mutants whose bodies were possessed by demons, and he couldn't help but feel a hint of fear.
"Is the price of obtaining power far beyond that of ordinary people to have one's body possessed by demons? Why is this?"
"They have suffered enough; why must they also face demonic possession!"
But Magneto was indeed the leader of a major power; he did not wallow in this mood for long.
After all, regardless of the fate of those Mutants, the collapse of the massive empire on the screen was nothing less than a proclamation of the Mutants' destiny to rule the world.
Then, Magneto turned his gaze to a photograph.
It showed a younger Magneto and a Professor X who still had hair.
"Old friend, your theory was wrong after all. We are the true masters of this planet."
In the Academy
Professor X looked at the information displayed on the screen, his heart filled with confusion.
"Demonic possession?"
"It seems I was indeed right to teach my students to control their emotions and abilities."
More than demonic possession, the Professor was worried about the impulsive actions Magneto and humanity might take after seeing the information on the screen.
The screen continued.
During this period, Mars, the largest industrial base of humanity, also due to centuries of isolation, saw its residents and technicians form a fanatical religion that worshipped mythical technology—the Adeptus Mechanicus.
As for the planets that remained relatively intact under these sudden circumstances, their systems and technology all regressed to varying degrees, some even falling back into a feudal age.
In the depths of the universe, on isolated planets controlled by Psykers, even more bizarre and terrifying legends occurred, as hordes of demons broke through the veil between reality and illusion on these worlds.
They poured out from the Warp to harvest and sacrifice entire planets.
This was a dark age; human civilization, like a collapsing tower, regressed.
Countless powerful technologies were abandoned, leaving only constant chaos and mutual slaughter; from then on, humanity could never return to the peak of the Golden Age.
At the most critical moment for the entire civilization, a man appeared. No one knew his true name.
His past was also shrouded in a fog of mystery, but in the years to come, his title would be praised countless times by the desperate humans of the galaxy.
He was the Emperor of Mankind, The Emperor.
Super God World · Angelic Civilization
Holy Keisha stared solemnly at this "human" called The Emperor.
If she could have maintained a condescending attitude before, she could no longer remain calm now that this human had appeared for the second time.
She did not understand why someone with such incredibly powerful strength would still confine it within a human body, and as the pinnacle of this universe, she was actually unable to analyze any part of that "human."
This was a development straight out of a fantasy.