A Visit

In the outside world, one where Zesrael is absent, a boy turned man is seen running laps at parks. Squats, pushups, simple exercises done in hundreds. Barely a sweat, a panel similar to Zesraels made itself known. His gray eyes told of experiences, one of horrid proportions and hardships. His story has yet to be started for it's just begun.

A sudden panel appeared– different from his system interface. Instead of a blue border and shadowy black, It had white and gold borders with bone white gray in coloring. 

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[Emergency Quest: Awaken Z]

[Quest Directions: Find and clear hidden dungeon [The Timeless Tower] within one year. Subdue the one who knocks upon the doors of universes. If this quest is not completed, your heart will stop.]

'Within the lands of Terra, a sacred key unlocks untold amounts of knowledge and danger. A golden door holds such secrets. A hum of the wind under the blackened sky you'll find a trace once in a lifetime. Lose it, and it shall be lost forever.'

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'What the hell?' the man thought.

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o_o 'So, this isn't the first timeline for me, nor the first time dying.'

>_< 'So annoying!' 

＼(°ロ＼)(／ロ°)／'Why can't I have all my memories back! This plot is bullshit!'

Zes was, so to speak, in a stifling mood. After digesting his memories, a bit more of his personality– original personality– resurfaced. One dealing in body language and expressions instead of language and vocal utterance. 

(>w<) 'MOM! You're unfair!'< p>

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—What do you mean! I've created fairness honey. Besides, your body can't handle all your memories all at once. All will be revealed in due time sweetheart ♥️.—

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(-_-;) 'Stop being such a cryptic mom!'

Zesrael gets no response, but he knew she was smiling at her teasing.

Lazing on soft grass, he thought of the memories he was able to remember. A war of sorts happened. As for why, he'll get the answer later. What worried him was the potential event of it happening again. Afterall, turning back time means placing chest pieces back on the board in their initial start.

<(｀^´) > 'Isn't there like a rule or punishment that comes after reversing time?'

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—OH sweety! You're so smart!—

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>:\ 'MOOOOM!'

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—Okie! I'll stop.—

—Answer is simple, I'm existence itself. Time is but one of my conceptual children I created to create worlds.—

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(ー_ー)!! 'So, rules don't apply to you?'

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—Oh they do, but I created the rules. What would happen when you deactivated the rule and reactivate it at instant speeds?—

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(ー_ー)!! 'It's like it never existed.'

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—Exactly! Aren't I cool!—

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(・・? 'Wouldn't something that can go at instant speeds be able to take advantage of that?'

A disconsolate silence, then she answered,

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—There was no need for precaution dear. Everyone… everything was dead. That war was a true world war. Every country, every being, every god and every concept was at war with each other– no– at us.—

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(._.) 'Why?'

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—It's too soon for you to know that.—

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（ ﾟ Дﾟ) (*￣m￣) 'Meanie! You won't tell me anything and won't help me when I needed aid! Bad Mom!'

Q_Q 'Thought I was your son?'

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—You are. It's practically that you're my son that I couldn't help you. Sure I can interfere with the trial but what good would that do? You wouldn't gain experience and most importantly, existence. Besides, you were in great hands. You wouldn't have died anyway.—

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Σ(゜д゜;) 'MOM! That's because I had Death Toll! What would have happened if I didn't have that hmmm?'

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—Silly you, the trials– at least yours– don't let their test takers permanently die. I made sure of that.—

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(╬ ಠ益ಠ) 'You're fine watching your son die!'

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—(ﾉ≧ڡ≦) Teehee~!—

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( ・⌓・｀) 'Oh god help me.'

God did not answer his prayers. 

Standing up, he had more important things to attend to. Arriving at base, he finally decided to build a Mechanized Command building. He ordered three red cloaked techpriest enginseers to build it; though even with all three it's going to take one and half days to complete.

He took the time to admire his base. Six Plasma Gens, six strategic points with upgraded Listening Post, a tier two Field Command, Tactica Control and Infantry Command, and the recent– currently building– Mechanized Command. His base was coming together. 

Deciding it was time to improve his units, he hovered over the Tactica Control. There he cued up Battle Armor and Satellite Targeting Resolution; as well as Improved Power Grid for the Plasma Gens and Telepathica Temple/Ministorum Temple for psykers and priest productions at Field Command. Each taking a week minimum to complete, not counting the wait time for the ones being researched first. During his deep dive on what buildings can produce, he found out that some units don't take Squad Points. Which is why he also cued up a unit of Command Squad. 

(A/N: Messed up on the squad size of the Guardsmen units, I said one sergeant and 13 guardsmen when it's supposed to be 12. My bad.)

Looking at his four Guardsmen squads, he noticed that he can field them with Plasma Guns and Grenade Launchers. At a two to one ratio, two Launchers and one Plasma. Since he's facing hordes and not too many heavily armored units, he sought to have more splash damage than armor piercing. Though having a little armor piercing doesn't hurt. With them equipped and the base looked after for the day, he wanted a bit of action. The wolves were boring and even though the trial gate is still there he doesn't really want to overestimate his power. His mother knows how that turned out.

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—How about you world hop?—

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Zesrael tilted his head and placed a hand under his chin, "Why though? I don't know any worlds as of late."

His Intelligence stat finally making an appearance, "Why don't you recommend some?"

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—I'll give you a database of worlds I deem 'explorable' for you.—

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(.・ω・.)ゞ 'Yay!"

A holographic list enters his mind, each subject or world only given a vague summary, much to Zesrael's preferred amount of information given.

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| Worlds: Marvel￤Helldivers￤Transformers￤Yu-Gi-Oh￤Halo￤Section 8￤Vanquish￤Crysis￤Armored Core￤EDF ￤Diablo￤Doom￤Mechwarriors￤Pacific Rim￤Metal Gear￤Overflow￤COD multiplayer lobby￤Destiny￤Warzone lobby￤|

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—Oh and Don't worry about powerful beings noticing your presence. Unless they directly see your uniqueness, alerted by others, or you did something world changing/massively destiny altering you'll be fine my sweet child. So wreak havoc to your heart's content.—

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(⌐■_■) 'Cool. By the way, what's overflow? Doesn't seem to match the rest in terms of naming and a description.'

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—UwU ( •̀ᴗ•́ )و ̑̑ Only one of the best animes I've ever had the pleasure of watching. 10/10 would rub again.—

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(?_?) 'Mom?'

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| Name: Zesrael Loren | Age: 7 | Gender: Male | Race: ??? | Lvl: 90|

| Title(s): The Ever Chosen￤Chosen Warmaster of 40k |

| Skill(s): Inventory￤Fusion￤Login￤Omni Travel￤Personal Dimension￤Summoner￤Language of the Chosen￤Serene Mind￤Cerebrum Pilot Breaker￤Death Toll |

| Item(s): Yharnam Hunter Set￤Chain Bolter (RWBY modification)￤Nano-Pilot suit |

| Stats: | Stat Points: 0 |

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Strength: 66

Agility: 80

Vitality: 5

Intelligence: 12

Energy: 153.5/153.5

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| Faction: Imperial Guard | 

| Requisition: 2679/+108 |

| Power: 894/+60 |

| Squad Cap: 8/12 |

| Vehicle Cap: 0/6 |

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(A/N: Let me know if I missed something)

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In an underground facility, masses of humans ran in emergency. Their clothing varied, signifying their status, jobs, and duties. Standard issued green medium armor over gray clothing with similarly colored helmets that exposed the mouth and jaw line, built in sunglasses covered the eyes like visors. These were Rangers, standard infantry and the most abundant in the facility. They're weapons ranged from standard rifles and snipers to rocket launchers, flamethrowers, and missiles. 

A slightly yellowish green with brown as a secondary color coated this soldier's armor with similarly gray clothing underneath it like the rangers. They carried backpacks with a small radio dish on the side, it was colored dark orange with gray as its secondary color. They wore helmets with visors covering their whole area where their faces should be. These were Air Raiders, the fewest in the facility yet arguably the most dangerous. They carried more specialized support equipment and weapons with Limpet Launchers that launch small explosives and Bunkers being a portable forcefield generator just to name a few. They also carry the destructive potential stronger than that of Oppenheimer; maybe not in quality (debatable) but certainly in quantity.

Lastly, massive bulky exosuits walk around like titans. The armor was black in color, metallic in nature, and almost looked like knights– the old medieval kind. They had backpacks– black in color– holding whatever necessary ammo needed. With their light blue colored, horizontal eyes glowing menacingly as they walk with the force of ten thousand soldiers chambered in heavy artilleries of big 'fuck yous.' These were Fencers, the 'heavy weapons' guy so to speak. Ranging from miniguns and mortars to explosive hammers and Blasthole Spears, these guys don't need to call in a friend with big guns– they are the friend with big guns.

There was one more but this facility didn't have them, or at least none were stationed here. But these, with the exception of one, make up an organization called Earth Defense Force. 

Alarms were blaring, red lights were flashing, and radios were roaring with orders and… screams. Rangers, Air Raiders, and Fencers were clamoring for their gear, some climbed aboard tanks and Nixs. All heading to one point: the surface. 

It was a nightmare. Imagine the ants– the spiders– the bees– all insects people used to stomp on– the size of an 18 wheeler. The roles have turned, the humans were no longer the apex but the insects. But even so, humans were the apex for a good reason. Despite their size, the Earth Defense Force forces were holding on albeit struggling. Rangers laid firing lines, air raiders supported them with healing and damage reductions, and the fencers–

—Boom!

A fencer punctured a large hole directly into a black ants head, destroying its exoskeleton.

"YEAH BABY!"

"Keep it down Knox!. We got more incoming."

"A DEAD BUG IS A GOOD BUG!"

"–Sigh"

Fencers were zooming around the battlefield. They are slow– technically speaking– but strap dash jets and jump jets at the back, you have a one ton slab of metal moving at mach 1 speeds equipped with four weapons… all equally measured in total destruction. Mechs, infantry, tanks and a massive wave of ants coming at endless amounts of bodies.

[This is Vesta, dropping our load– danger close.]

—Boom!

—Boom!

—Boom!

"Hell Yeah!"

"Love the smell of napalm in the morning!"

"Good hit Vesta."

[Good hunting boys, returning to base to refuel and rearm.]

The ants burned in flames larger than houses. Whatever they put in them napalm bombs absolutely had more juice than expected. One of the ants shrieked in pain; scorched and wounded, it didn't have enough time to recover as it looked up.

"EAT SHIT BUG HEAD!"

A majestic sight to behold: a large metal man winding up a fully charged overhead hammer hit. It roared in splendid delight.

—Wham!

The fencer brought down the hammer, cracking and bruising the ants' exoskeleton armor and innards. A bit of blood– by that, meaning a lot in terms of the size of the ant– splattered around the surrounding area.

"RAAGH!"

The hammer clicked, and the a second later–

—BOOOM!

A large explosion triggered a chain reaction of dead ants lifting off into space. They're ragdolls flailing in the sky. The fencer blowedback in response to the explosion, sending him back a couple feet in the air. 

"Hell yeah Jerry! Take it to'em!"

Jerry, the hammer wielding fencer, didn't sit idle as he waited to land. Switching to his back weapons and holding them on each hand, the miniguns spun. Going faster and faster until–

—BRRRR!

Twin miniguns successfully laid hate upon the field of ants. His exosuit is barely able to control the recoil to keep a steady aim. This stream of lead was but a spec in the grand scheme of this battle. Nixs, large bipedal mechs fired upon the wretched insects. These variants were standard, with so-so mobility and equipped with machine guns where the arms should be and rocket cannons on each shoulder. Blackers, the main battle tanks for the EDF, let annihilation ring. AVG or Armored Vehicle Grapes let their howitzers do the talking.

As the battle rages on up above–

[Firing 105mm Rapid-Fire Cannon]

Zesrael blink into existence inside a dark room.

(￣ω￣) 'Spawned safely, good start.'

Seeing as he couldn't see, he equipped his Nano-Pilot suit. His victorian clothing de-digitized as his nanosuit slithered up and around his body, hugging it as it was equipped.

[Night vision engaged]

His hud turned a warm green as he clearly saw where he was.

┐(￣～￣)┌ 'Guess I spawned in a storage crate of sorts, the big metal ones.'

Scanning for anything useful, he decided to pop the door.

[Maximum strength]

—Crack!

—Crack!

—Rip!

Ripping the doors open, his normal vision returned so as to not get blinded by the light. It was a large room, box or a large cube in shape. Very spacious as a Nix could fit in. More and more metal storage units stacked atop each other.

ﾍ(･_| 'Guess no one's home?'

Curious as to the contents of the other storage units, he cracked each one like a can of bear. Weapons galore as he found a bunch of them stored, seemingly newly shipped into wherever he's currently stationed. Not much found his fancy, some peaked his interest, but only one stood out.

"Slaughter EZ?" Zesrael couldn't help but mumble out its name. 

It looked like a spas shotgun, more rectangular in shape. Bigger than normal shotguns, but this is EDF so it makes sense.

(≧◡≦) ♡ 'Yoink!'

There goes one for the inventory.

(ﾒ￣▽￣)︻┳═一 'Wonder if we can incorporate it to the Imperial Guard.'

A thought for sure. Zesrael headed for the big entrance door as all the storage units were broken into already. 

~Tsss Znnnnng~

[Cloaked engaged]

Cloaking, Zes hid behind one of the metal boxes.

"Get yourself equipped men, we need all– shit!"

"These aren't usually open, correct?"

"Guns up!"

"You think the dinosaurs got in?"

"Dinosaurs?! Who dropped you on your head when you were a kid? We're fighting giant ants and bugs for christ sake!"

"Quiet!"

╮( ˘_˘ )╭ 'Rowdy bunch.'

Now the question is, kill or not to kill. They were human, similar to him in physical aesthetics at least, just a bit older. How would it feel, to drench oneself upon the blood of the same species. Only one way to find out.

De-cloaking as to regenerate the suits energy, he moved like silence, making sure as to not get seen by any of the rangers.

'One, six, I count 13. I could summon my friends and end this in a jiffy, but that's no fun. Besides, whatever's giving these guys the creeps is the bigger problem. I can feel and hear a lot of explosions from above as well as around the corridors.'

Hopping up at the highest stack of storage units, the nanosuits visor did its magic as it tagged and tracked the movements of the tagged targets.

'Five groups of two with one group of three with what I assume is the leader of this team– considering he has a different set of colors from the rest. Standard issued rifles– I assume. They don't seem to be carrying any other sidearm or support equipment like flashbangs or frags.'

Activating his forearm blade, the Diresword, he was set to wreak havoc.

[Cloak engaged]

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"Radio check"

[Bravo here.]

[Charlie here.]

[Delta here.]

[Echo he—crck!]

"Echo? Echo do you read… Fuck! Delta, Bravo, Check on Echo. Charlie and Foxtrot, head back at the entrance. Whatever it is, keep it here.

"Copy–x4"

\A minute earlier/

[Bravo here.]

"Say Henry, you free sometime?"

"What?"

"Are you–"

"I heard you Sam. I just don't understand why you'd ask that at a time like this?"

"Precisely the time to ask, you never know what might happen tomorrow."

[Charlie here.]

Two rangers, one male and female, patrolled the left side of the room along the edge. As evidenced by the conversation, they're quite lax. Unbeknownst to them, a child clad in black and unforeseen in the naked eye stalk in the nearby storage units.

"So… are you?"

"If we get off this alive, I suppose."

"Great! Then it's a date!"

"Shhhh! Keep it down."

"Right, sorry."

[Delta Here]

Hearing their turn to sound off, the male ranger radioed in.

"Echo he–crck!"

"Henry!"

The other ranger yelled out his name in panic and surprise. Right before her eyes arose Henry, seemingly floating in mid air as a wound made only by a blade is in the middle of his chest. Henry gargles his own blood as it runs down from his mouth and chest. The ranger recovered quickly from the shock. Even though she's still clearly stricken, she raised her Pa–11, aimed behind Henry and squeezed the trigger.

—Prrrt!

"DIE!"

Henry's body dropped from mid air as the bullets pierced the storage unit. The ranger, clouded by her emotions, ran towards the wounded ranger. Just before she got on her knees to place Henry's head on her lap, a large, truck-like force sent her hurling from the back.

—Crack!

Bones broke as she impacted on the crate, enough to dent it. Her vision, hazy; yet pure adrenaline is keeping her awake. Slowly and painfully looking up, her eyes widened. A child– or at least something similar in size slowly walked towards her, blood dripping from the blade on his left forearm. It's red visor like a reaper collecting its dues.

"What… are… you…?" She said in between painful breaths.

"..."

It didn't respond as it now towered over her as she's forcibly sat due to injuries. It placed its index finger on her chin, lifting it. The kid looks down into the windows of the soul. 'Why?' a question they're asking to all appearances. 

In all purposes of common courtesy, the boy answered this question.

[Maximum strength]

With the boy's natural strength combined with the nanosuits maximum strength, his boot gave an aggressive 'hello' towards the ranger's face. Popped like a bubble, his strength carried over to the storage unit as he also popped a hole through.

—Bang!

(o^▽^o) '11 more to go.'

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"Maybe too much strength," Zesrael commented on his last action, "Hmm, am I a monster?"

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—All of us are monsters in our own right, sweety. Some would consider me one for bringing existence into everything. What you did may be monstrous for others, but that also applies to themselves. Do what you think is right for you, be a villain or a hero– I don't care, you're my son and that's that.—

—Find your principle, your creed. A good villain and a good hero, believe it or not, have one of those to function.—

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"A principle… creed?"

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—Remember Zesrael, heroes and villains are two sides of the same coin.—

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(-_-;)・・・'Two sides of the same coin huh…'

Zesrael wasn't given time to contemplate his life as rapid boots came running his way.

[Cloak engaged]

Without a care in the world, he leaned on the room wall across from the damaged and tainted storage unit. Didn't take the rangers long to come across the bloody mess.

"Shit!"

One of the rangers ran to the two dead bodies. The Other kept their gun high and steady. Another team of two entered the fray from the left of Zesrael. Seeing friendlies, they double timed to rendezvous.

"This is Bravo team, we found Delta and Echo. The latter is KIA."

[Shit, we don't have time for this. I hate to say it but leave them there and rendezvous back at the gate. Whatever took them out… I'd rather take my chances facing it together.]

"Heading your way."

"What's the word?'

The ranger that talked over coms focused on another that asked the question, "We're to head back at the gate, face whatever is here at the entrance."

The ranger that asked nodded in understanding. The ranger that answered glanced at the one checking on the bodies, only to see them yanking out dog tags from the last body.

"They're so young," the ranger with the dog tags commented.

Zesrael saw all this and understood their emotions. He, afterall, was at the frontlines during the war– or at least he thought he was. Nonetheless, what he saw in front of him was a pale comparison towards what he saw in the last timeline.

'I'm not sorry for what I'm about to do, but I'll make sure to make it quick.'

[Maximum armor]

Just before the kneeling ranger could stand, he heard a loud gunshot. One not depicting any of the guns he's known in life. Another rang just as his battle buddy fell headless besides him. Having a general idea of where the gunshot came from, he swiveled back, gun raised and braced. Just as he saw a glimpse of the perpetrator, his sight blackened.

"What the–"

—Bang!

Another body drops. Zesrael quickly aimed at the last and fired upon them.

—Bang!

With that, Delta and Bravo teams were dead. A lone boy in a nanosuit stood reloading his weapon. Gazing at the direction of the gate, watching the tagged targets and their positions. Reloaded and ready to go, he headed for their positions… only to stop at a moment's notice. He gazes back at the bodies he's created. Walking back, he kneeled, gun braced across his chest and his left hand balled into a fist and brought up to his forehead. He offered them a prayer… it's the least he could do upon his own species. Taking a moment's silence and taking their dog tags within him, he left to finish what he started.

[Maximum speed]

Didn't take him long to finally see where they were without the help of the tracker. Prowling on top of a metal crate, he took aim.

'Seven… two on each side of the gate– outside of cover. Three in the middle– completely exposed. What kind of monster are they expecting without staying in cover?'

Zesrael zoomed in on his visors. His suit picked up their chatter. 

"Sir, those were definitely gunshots. Heavy by the sound of them. We should change our strategy."

"Agreed, you two, set up mid level barricades to hide behind," he switched to coms [Foxtrot and Charlie, get inside the corridor. I don't think we're fighting mere ants.]

[Crystal]

[Copy]

Zesrael retracted his magnification, 'oh no you don't.'

[Maximum speed]

[SIR! THER–]

—Bang!

—Bang!

Zesrael at blinding speeds aimed and shot two of the rangers on one side as he jumped to ground level. The rangers in question were split in two by the explosion of his bolter rounds. 

—Thud!

Hitting a superhero landing, he raised his sights at the other two rangers on the opposite side of the gate. They didn't even reach cover before they were met with the same fate as the previous two rangers.

The leader, seeing both Foxtrot and Charlie down within seconds, didn't have enough time to give orders or even shout 'Fire!' Neither will he get any as he saw the 'thing' coming at him; Earl running at Flint Lockwood style.

[Maximum strength]

"Fi– Blegh!"

The captain or leader of the squad didn't get to pronounce the R and E in fire as Zesrael gut punched him up in the air. In rapid succession, whilst the captain was in mid air, time seemed to slow for Zesrael as he aimed sideways and fired at the two scrambling rangers. 

—Pop!x2

With them dead and gone, he transformed his bolter into the chain knife and shoved it deep within the last ranger in front of him. Zes raised him up while doing so.

—Rvrvrvrv!

"AgAGHGHGH!"

The ranger screamed in agony as his insides were torn to shreds. Zesrael took the chain knife out, resulting in the ranger to drop to his knees. Just to make sure, while maximum strength was still active, Zesrael spartan kicked the ranger leader in the chest; making sure to take the ranger's dog tag in the process. If he wasn't dead then, he is now. The body twirled and ragdolled across the massive corridor, hitting a wall across from Zesrael. Blood, even some bits and guts trailed behind the body.

"I did say I would make it quick– meaning painless. Guess I should have sliced you with my sword instead. My bad pal," Zesrael commented.

Just like before, he kneeled and prayed for the soldiers he killed… and took their dog tags to remember them.

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Zesrael made quick work in the facility. His objective, steal shit. The 13 rangers were test dummies– a gauge of his strength per se. It wasn't personal, though it was tragic no matter how one sees it. Zesrael made it a point to keep himself clean from this point on, there was no need to leave any more traces of himself in this facility… this world. Not yet anyway. He needed tech and strength in order to conquer the next trial. The best way to do so would be to steal it from already established worlds and settings. Sure he had 40k tech, and based on his mother fangirling at everything the world has to offer, it was strong. A world where everything is so overbearingly overpowered that they cancel each other out. But that takes time, and he can't help but feel like he's running out of time. 

Something about this felt like a tutorial. Like, why that grassland– beginner level plain huh? Something is bound to happen, and he needed countermeasures. That being overwhelming firepower, enough to nuke gods.

So he did just that in the realm of EDF. He scanned and claimed as his tech that would be useful in reverse engineering. Which got him thinking… why not make his own astra militarum or space marine chapter.

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—Oh oh oh– we making homebrew armies. I'm in! Now, what are your thoughts first? This is your army after all.—

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╮( ˘ ､ ˘ )╭ 'Hmmm, I suppose the Astra Militarum– the one I currently have. I'm pretty sure they're… Cadian's right? The one that I have.'

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—Yup! Let's see, I can make changes if you want, kind of like a blank canvas. They'll still have the standard 40k weaponry, but you have all the freedom to specialize them. Same with the Space Marines whenever you get to them.—

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♡ ～('▽^人) 'Cool! I'd like that, mind if I come up with the colors?'

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—Sure! But I get to name them, K?—

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┐(￣～￣)┌ 'By all means, go ahead. Now… maybe… a mixture of dark gray and normal gray, with some red– neon red trims and accents. Dark gray for padding and the armored stuff like chest plates and helmets. Gray for the slacks and clothing. The red… well, if the armor allows visors make them red or neon red. Things like the insignias have to have some red in it. The sigils or symbols of the Imperium stays golden… and do you mind remaking my insignia. The symbol of my army.'

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—I can but, don't you think the colors are boring?—

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(>ω^) 'Boring but deadly– now, I want this symbol to be this'

(A/N: image will be here.)

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—Oh ho– nice touch. Do you know what this symbol means?—

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┬┴┬┴┤(･_├┬┴┬┴ 'No, but I just thought it looked cool. Does it already exist?'

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—It does, but you're the part of the Imperium, you take shit and make it your own anyway.—

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'Then it's settled.'

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—Yup, next time you visit their base, you'll see the changes—

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'About the soldiers I sent, they seem to have their own thoughts. How'd you deal with them?'

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—Easy, send them back to their world, at the same time as they were taken and erased their memories. I then gave basic memory implementation of basic 40k Astra militarum knowledge. The critical info is for you to set up. Got time for that?—

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'Next time, I have a job to finish. By the way, do you have a name for them?'

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—Not yet, we'll see upon your specialization—

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"Hey writer, mind asking your readers for some names?" Anastasia asked out of nowhere.

The author attempts a hands off approach.

"Oh come on, I'm sure they have some ideas."

The author complains as the story's flow is broken because of Anastasia's fourth wall breaking.

"You think I give a shit? So, can you ask them?"

The author sighs in contempt.

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(A/N: Any ideas on what Zesrael's Imperial Guard army should be called?)

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'Alright, I'll be waiting then.'

Took him about 30 minutes to an hour just to steal tech he wanted implemented. Nix Sabers, Slades, Fractures, Fencer armor and add-ons, E651 Titan M3, Blacker E10, Epsilon Blast Railguns, Nix Assaults, Nix Revolver Customs, were the ones that seemed cool and useful. 

Zesrael was honestly surprised by how much tech this one facility holds. Within that time, the fighting above ground settled down a bit. He was beginning to see more and more of these gigantic ants around the base, it was clear which side lost… and he couldn't blame them. It was at this time he figured it was time to dip out. On to the next stop.

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A planet, 2,517 larger than Earth– this world's Earth– lay arid, desolated, glassed. Objects, rounded and smooth in aesthetics and purple in color, orbit the planet. Their sizes varied, the larger ones staying outside of the planet, while the small ones fried the planet's surface with bright, multicolored beams of light. Though some objects and ships didn't follow the smooth and curvy ships. Some were jagged, rectangular– square like ships clad in black and varied amounts of grays. 

As Zesrael blinked into existence. He laid his eyes upon a storm in the distance, lighting flashed as the thunder roared. It was a bit murky as dark orange dust obstructed his vision a bit. But that could not hide a glorious UNSC ship just parked ahead of him, The Autumn.

—Vring Vring Vring Vring Vring Phiyooon!

[Cloaked engaged]

Zesrael spawned right underneath the barrel of the Mass Driver just as it fired. Cloaked, Zesrael surveyed the area. A heavily armored humanoid with a skull on its helmet controlled the mass driver, firing at any purple shit that gets too close to The Autumn. The spartans armor is mostly gray with white and black in coloring. As to how the being didn't– the spartan– see him is a question left unanswered. Making sure to not get spotted by him, he surveyed below to see some marines and another spartan in silver and steel colors fighting gracefully with precision. Fighting… overgrown monkeys and short aliens of some sort; though, 'fight' is an overstretch as some of the small grunts ran with their backs exposed.

'Is this it mom? Is that him?'

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—Yup!—

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Noble Six, the man, the myth, the legend. When I expressed the wanting need to explore some worlds and yoink their stuff, mother wanted me to save someone… two in this case. To alter the fate of two people… feels empowering. But enough of that, a carrier of sorts– I think a Pelican according to mom– is drawing near.

It was drawing near, the time for me to act. Not to mention red dots moving at a faster speed than what the rangers could handle heading our way.

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Knowing the time, Zesrael placed himself at a nearby position. A clear shot with no obstructions and close enough to interfere with melee to boot. Today, the string of fate between two spartans will forever be altered by one child of existence. Today, Zesrael made two new friends. 

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| Name: Zesrael Loren | Age: 7 | Gender: Male | Race: ??? | Lvl: 90|

| Title(s): The Ever Chosen￤Chosen Warmaster of 40k |

| Skill(s): Inventory￤Fusion￤Login￤Omni Travel￤Personal Dimension￤Summoner￤Language of the Chosen￤Serene Mind￤Cerebrum Pilot Breaker￤Death Toll |

| Item(s): Yharnam Hunter Set￤Chain Bolter (RWBY modification)￤Nano-Pilot suit￤Nix Saber￤Slade￤Fracture￤Fencer armor and add-on￤E651 Titan M3￤Blacker E10￤Epsilon Blast Railgun￤Nix Assault￤Nix Revolver Custom￤Dog-tags x13￤Slaughter EZ |

| Stats: | Stat Points: 0 |

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Strength: 66

Agility: 80

Vitality: 5

Intelligence: 12

Energy: 153.5/153.5

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| Faction: Imperial Guard | 

| Requisition: 2679/+108 |

| Power: 894/+60 |

| Squad Cap: 8/12 |

| Vehicle Cap: 0/6 |

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