you make a couple orders for the pageant then skip ahead to the summoning of the triforce
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"Two administrative clarifications," you announce to your assembled harem as the pageant broadcast concludes. "First, all harem members are excluded from the randomizer. Your breasts exist for my personal enjoyment exclusively. Since none of you are currently pregnant and my youngest daughter is several decades old by now, there's no reason any of you should appear on that show."
Grace snorts. "Fucking sensible. Would be weird as hell watching ourselves compete."
"Second clarification," you continue. "The Miss Tatas title will be announced at next month's pageant."
You pause, then smirk. "The official reason will be 'by popular demand' rather than 'Grace suggested it as a crude joke.'"
The entire harem dissolves into fresh laughter. Victoria clutches her stomach. Athena wipes tears from her eyes. Even Riveria's composed expression cracks into helpless giggles.
"Popular fucking demand!" Grace wheezes. "That's perfect!"
Five days pass.
You stand in Maxine's primary laboratory aboard the flagship. Your inner circle surrounds you—Grace, Victoria, Athena, Riveria, Maxine herself, Gion, Lufas, and Melissa taking notes.
Before you hovers the Triforce.
Three golden triangles arranged in perfect geometric harmony, glowing with divine radiance. Maxine gestures at her monitoring equipment. "The binding modifications are complete. It answers exclusively to you now. No one else can touch it, activate it, or benefit from its power in any capacity whatsoever."
You nod once, satisfied.
"I want a dungeon built," you state clearly. "In the Minecraft dimension."
Maxine blinks. Victoria tilts her head curiously. Grace grins immediately.
"The dungeon needs to be the size of Australia," you explain methodically. "Entrance via portal. Design it to protect the Triforce—difficult but doable. No teleporting, spatial manipulation, or temporal manipulation allowed unless it's our forces. Only signals I personally authorize can enter or exit."
"What's the fucking purpose?" Grace asks, though her tone suggests she's already guessing.
"Whenever we invade a new location—planet, star system, galaxy—we open a portal to the dimension on their turf. Use perception filters to insert a legend about the Triforce. The locals attempt to claim it. When they succeed..." You gesture at the hovering relic. "Since it only answers to me, instead of granting their wish, it transforms them into soldiers for my military. Mental changes happen last so they understand the trap they fell into."
Athena frowns thoughtfully. "Why soldiers instead of execution?"
"Only those smart and strong enough will reach the Triforce regardless," you reply calmly. "I want that talent in my military instead of wasting it. Besides..." You smirk slightly. "This approach is entertaining. I may use the wish-granting abilities eventually, but whenever I'm not actively using them, the Triforce stays secured in this dungeon."
Grace's grin turns absolutely vicious. "That's fucking brilliant. We're turning enemy heroes into our own goddamn soldiers by baiting them with their greatest fantasy."