Reborn as Humanity’s Emperor Across the Multiverse

Thud! Thud-thud—!

In an instant, countless decoy drones were ejected from the descending drop pods, scattering like a swarm of bees and plummeting rapidly toward the ground.

These drones descended at breakneck speed, drawing the fire of all the intercept missiles and anti-air systems.

Then—

Boom. BOOM—!!

Deafening explosions echoed across the clear skies as fireballs and thick plumes of smoke engulfed vast swathes of airspace.

The decoy drones collided with intercept missiles mid-air, creating shockwaves that rippled outward like rolling waves.

Meanwhile, the primary drop pods carrying Helljumpers, Space Wolves, heavy Tyrants, and combat mechs emerged unscathed from the fiery chaos. Shrouded by the smoke, they continued their high-speed descent toward the surface.

These drop pods were not mere expendable delivery vessels for personnel. They were a cornerstone of the Human Empire's major airborne operations, designed for reliability, durability, and effectiveness.

After extensive modifications and optimizations, the drop pods boasted exceptional defensive capabilities and intricate self-protection mechanisms to counter heavy enemy fire.

As the pods approached terminal velocity in their freefall toward the ground—

Shwoosh—Shwoosh—!

With a mechanical whirring, the pods' staged deceleration systems activated.

Powerful bursts of air erupted from the bottom of each pod, gradually slowing their descent to mitigate the impact of their landing.

At the same time, the anti-air fire from the surface intensified in a desperate attempt to halt the descending "invaders."

However, these efforts proved futile.

The armor and defensive capabilities of the pods far surpassed the technological level of this universe. Even under sustained fire from anti-aircraft artillery, the pods maintained their trajectory, continuing their plunge toward the surface.

Moreover, by the time the surface defenses had reacted, the pods were already in their final deceleration phase, leaving insufficient time for any effective countermeasures.

BOOM—BOOM—BOOM—!

Seconds later, a series of earth-shaking impacts rocked the capital city, sending shockwaves reverberating through the area.

With thunderous crashes, the drop pods slammed into the ground.

Some landed squarely on main thoroughfares, their sheer force causing the asphalt to crack and sink into deep craters.

Most, however, deliberately targeted key locations—government military outposts, barracks, and operational bases.

Others struck Weyland-Yutani's corporate megastructures and facilities, embedding themselves like nails driven into steel beams.

Regardless of their targets, the arrival of the drop pods resembled a relentless storm, signaling the imminent arrival of chaos and bloodshed.

The Chaos Within Weyland-Yutani Tower

Inside the towering Weyland-Yutani corporate building, piercing alarms suddenly blared, echoing through every corner of the skyscraper.

BEEP—BEEP—!

"Attention all personnel: Emergency evacuation protocols are now in effect. Please follow the practiced procedures and evacuate the building in an orderly fashion."

"Intrusion detected on the 72nd floor. All armed units are to immediately respond and neutralize the threat."

The harsh sound of the alarms, combined with the cold, mechanical tone of the broadcast system, sent chills down the spines of all who heard it.

The sterile, emotionless voice only heightened the sense of urgency.

The tremors from the drop pod impacts, along with the previous explosions, made it clear just how dire the situation had become.

Corporate employees in business attire and researchers in white lab coats spilled out of their offices and labs, rushing toward the building's exits. Panic and fear were etched across their faces.

Nobody wanted to take unnecessary risks. Even those known for their calm demeanor during crises avoided using the elevators, fearing the intruders might have taken control of the building's power systems or sabotaged the elevators to cause fatal crashes.

Instead, the crowd surged toward the emergency stairwells, racing to reach the ground floor.

Though the building's height and the stairwell's length seemed daunting, survival instincts overpowered rational concerns about exertion.

Meanwhile, Weyland-Yutani Tower's security forces had fully mobilized into emergency response mode.

These security personnel were not your typical private guards; they were elite, highly trained combat units equipped with advanced weaponry and state-of-the-art protective gear.

Clad in white tactical suits and armed with the latest pulse rifles, intelligent machine guns, and cutting-edge armor, these units were specifically tailored for high-threat scenarios.

In terms of theoretical combat effectiveness, they were a notch above the often poorly disciplined Colonial Marines.

In one of the building's emergency cargo elevators:

A group of over 30 fully armed security personnel ascended rapidly, heading toward the 72nd floor, the epicenter of the intrusion.

Tension filled the air as the guards gripped their weapons tightly, their expressions grim.

They knew this was no ordinary breach. The intruders posed a threat not only to the building but to the core interests of Weyland-Yutani as a whole.

Still, they were prepared to give their lives for the corporation.

For these security guards, Weyland-Yutani wasn't just an employer—it was a lifeline that had fundamentally altered their lives.

In the hyper-capitalist, cyberpunk-inspired "LV-426" universe, the wealth gap was vast, and those at the bottom of society lived in constant struggle.

Many of these security guards had once been among the downtrodden, scraping by day-to-day to feed their families and survive in the harsh, unforgiving cityscapes.

Weyland-Yutani had given them a second chance—offering not only high-paying jobs but also stability, housing, and dignity.

In return, they pledged their loyalty, willing to die for the corporation that had saved them from despair.

Their devotion wasn't just about gratitude. It was about safeguarding the future they had worked so hard to achieve, for themselves and their families.

Ding—!

With a clear chime, the elevator arrived at the 72nd floor, and its doors slid open.

The security team stormed out into a smoke-filled corridor, weapons at the ready.

The scene was one of chaos. Smoke and dust filled the air, and debris littered the floor. Their helmets' visor systems quickly adjusted to the low visibility, enhancing their ability to navigate.

Though not as advanced as Atlas' combat armor, the guards' equipment included basic vision enhancement systems that allowed them to see through the haze.

Guided by tactical HUDs that displayed optimal attack routes, the guards moved with precision and speed.

Splitting into two groups, the team began to advance down the corridor in opposite directions, converging toward the location of the drop pod.

The 70th to 80th floors of Weyland-Yutani Tower were primarily dedicated to data storage and hardware servers. These areas were usually deserted, save for a handful of technicians responsible for monitoring and maintenance.

Now, the once-quiet server rooms were filled with tension, the silence broken only by the blaring alarms and the faint hum of servers.

More security personnel arrived via emergency stairwells and elevators, bolstering the search teams.

Soon, over 200 guards were deployed on the 72nd floor, closing in on the drop pod's location.

As they approached a heavily damaged doorway, the team paused.

The door had been torn apart by what appeared to be immense force, its remains twisted and scattered across the floor.

What unsettled them more, however, were the strange footprints leading away from the doorway.

These weren't ordinary human footprints. Each print left shallow craters in the floor, as if something impossibly heavy had walked through.

Despite their unease, the guards pressed on, dividing into smaller squads to search the floor and locate the intruder.

Then, they heard it—

Thud. Thud.

A deep, resonant sound, like a drumbeat, echoed through the corridor.

Each step was heavy enough to make the floor tremble slightly, the rhythmic noise steadily growing louder.

All eyes turned toward the source of the sound.

Through the smoke, a massive, blurry silhouette began to emerge.

The figure towered over the guards, standing nearly 2.9 meters tall.

!!!

The guards froze, their minds momentarily blank.

As the figure stepped fully into view, the smoke cleared enough to reveal its full form:

A colossal giant clad in heavy power armor, its helmet's visor glowing ominously.

It was none other than Logan Sigurd, the commanding officer of the Space Wolves' 14th Company.

Logan's voice, distorted by his helmet's vox systems, rumbled through the corridor with a metallic edge:

"Little pests, will you surrender willingly, or shall I force your surrender?"

The overwhelming presence of the giant sent waves of dread through the guards.

But instead of surrendering, they raised their weapons and opened fire.

Tat-tat-tat—!!

Pulse rifles and automated weapons unleashed a torrent of fire, their sharp reports echoing through the 72nd floor.

Yet every projectile was stopped short by a shimmering blue energy shield surrounding Logan's armor.

BOOM—BOOM!

The pulse rounds exploded harmlessly against the shield, scattering fragments of steel and shrapnel.

The ricocheting shards tore into the front ranks of the guards, inj

uring several and forcing the rest to retreat.

"Hm."

Logan, impressed by their courage despite the overwhelming odds, smirked under his helmet.

He had expected them to surrender immediately, but their determination earned his grudging respect.

"Brave... but foolish," he muttered.

Rather than outright killing the guards, Logan chose to engage them with controlled, non-lethal strikes.

With measured force, he incapacitated them one by one, ensuring they were taken alive.

Within moments, the corridor fell silent.

Surrounded by unconscious guards, Logan activated his comms.

"Fleet, deploy the Auxiliary Forces to secure the city."

"Understood, Commander."

As the response crackled through his helmet, Logan prepared to regroup with his brothers.

But just as he was about to punch through the wall to drop into the street below, his enhanced senses picked up an odd sound—

"Krrrk... Krrk..."

[Check out my Patreon for +200 additional chapters in all my fanfics! Only $5 per novel or $15 for all!!] [[email protected]/Mutter]

[+50 Power Stones = +1 Extra Chapter]

[+5 Reviews = +1 Extra Chapter]