Omniverse No. 000112 (Code Geass Universe)

The vast expanse of the galaxy shimmered as countless portals erupted into existence, their swirling energies giving way to a colossal armada spilling forth into the void. At the forefront of this formidable fleet sailed a Constitutional Authority-class Super Dreadnought, its imposing frame asserting dominance as the flagship. Flanking it was the Dominion Enforcer-class Super Dreadnought-Destroyer, a stalwart second-in-command. Together, they advanced toward the shadowy side of the moon, a haven where they would establish their strategic foothold.

As the fleet descended upon the lunar surface, their mission began in earnest. Nanocores hummed to life, tirelessly constructing an array of structures to fuel their military expansion. The flagship, a Constitutional Authority-class Super Dreadnought, settled on the moon's darkened plains, its presence a monolithic reminder of the power they wielded.

Within the Supreme Leader's throne room, an air of regal authority permeated the space. The grand doors creaked open, revealing Frieda Vordieus. Draped in the Supreme Magistrate's distinguished uniform and enveloped in a crimson cape that concealed her arms, she strode forward with purpose. Her gaze was fixed on the figure seated upon the ornate throne.

Xavier Salvador, the Supreme Leader, appeared deeply engrossed in a tome detailing the wars and histories of Old Humanity. Despite his 115 years, his Neohuman vitality endowed him with an aura of sharp intellect and ageless command. As Frieda approached, his piercing eyes lifted from the book, a faint smile curving his lips in acknowledgment of her arrival.

Frieda's voice, steady and measured, broke the silence. "Xavier, it seems we're planning to intervene in their war. I can't help but wonder—how exactly does this benefit us?"

Closing the book with deliberate care, Xavier met her question with a contemplative gaze. "I've seen how the timeline unfolds in this universe," he began, his voice laced with nostalgia. "As a young teenager, back when I was merely human, I was captivated by the story of Code Geass. The way its narrative unraveled was... extraordinary. It made me ponder: what if the story could change? What if the scenarios I imagined could become reality?"

Frieda's brow arched, her skepticism evident. "So, in your eyes, these people—are they nothing more than characters in a story? Puppets to be played with?"

Her words hung in the air, challenging and unyielding, as the weight of their conversation deepened the atmosphere of the chamber.

Xavier Salvador leaned forward on his throne, his expression resolute as he spoke with a calm yet commanding tone. "Most people believe they're just fiction, mere characters for entertainment," he began, his voice laced with a quiet conviction. "But to me, they're as real as you or me. That's why I've made the decision to intervene in this universe—to bring an end to their war by dismantling the three major superpower nations. My focus, however, is primarily on the Holy Britannian Empire."

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle before continuing. "The Britannians are far more dangerous than the other two superpowers. Their expansionist policies have turned conquered nations into colonies they call 'Areas,' stripping their identities and reducing their people to mere numbers. Oppression, discrimination, violence, corruption—everything I despise thrives under their rule. But we can't overlook the United Republic of Europia or the Chinese Federation either. I suspect you've already drawn your conclusions about them."

Frieda nodded thoughtfully, her voice steady as she replied. "Indeed. The URE—or the EU, as they call themselves—claims to champion liberty, freedom, and democracy. Yet, in reality, they're just a capitalist aristocracy masquerading as progressives, replacing the monarchy with corrupt politicians and bureaucrats. Their internal problems run deep, and their military, though strong, is undisciplined. They sacrifice Japanese volunteers as expendable, suicidal units rather than fighting alongside them as equals. And then there are the internment camps—filled with Japanese detainees who suffer daily discrimination at the hands of Europeans."

Xavier smirked slightly. "Europians," he corrected. "I prefer that term—it has a better ring to it. Now, what about the Chinese Federation?"

Frieda's expression hardened as a sneer curled her lips. "The High Eunuchs manipulate a young girl, the Empress, using her as nothing more than a figurehead while they indulge in their lives of luxury. Meanwhile, the rural regions languish under their oppressive rule, devoid of progress or basic services. Their greed and self-interest have turned their nation into a backward state, incapable of rivaling the Holy Britannian Empire or the EU in terms of technology or influence."

Xavier's eyes narrowed, a flicker of disdain crossing his face. "Shameful," he muttered. "This is precisely why we're here—to put an end to their war. We'll start with the Holy Britannian Empire. They remind me of the Romans—disciplined, yes, but their arrogance is insufferable. Their nobles and royal family bask in their delusions of invincibility, believing their empire to be untouchable. Well, we'll see just how 'unbeatable' they truly are."

His voice took on a sharper edge as he turned his gaze back to Frieda. "Are the dome sites complete?"

Frieda inclined her head. "Yes, Supreme Leader. The nanocores have finished constructing the refugee domes."

"Excellent," Xavier said, a satisfied smile forming. "Today, we begin our campaign. Our first stop is the Shinjuku ghetto. If my prediction holds true, the resistance there will have stolen a capsule from Prince Clovis' lab, believing it to be a chemical bomb. In reality, it's a prison—housing a green-haired immortal witch named C.C. Lelouch will be there as well. He'll gain the power of Geass when she sacrifices herself to shield him from Clovis' royal guards. Afterward, Lelouch will turn the tables—using his newfound power to command the guards, steal a Knightmare from a Purist officer, and rally the resistance."

He leaned back, his tone shifting to one of finality. "Supreme Magistrate Frieda, inform the generals, Vindictarium vice lords, and legion magistrates. Tell them to prepare for deployment. We'll send mecha fighters, vehicles, aircraft, and infantry to Shinjuku to evacuate the civilians and offer them refuge in our domes. And ensure that our new mecha frames are ready for battle."

Frieda's brow furrowed slightly. "You intend to use the mecha frames against the Britannians?"

Xavier's smile widened, a hint of excitement glinting in his eyes. "Yes. They're the same size as Knightmare Frames, but far superior. This is the perfect opportunity to showcase their capabilities—and one of the primary reasons we're here."

Frieda's expression was pensive as she spoke. "I see... Very well, I'll pass the orders along. But before I go, there's one more question I need to ask."

Xavier Salvador tilted his head slightly, his gaze steady. "Of course. What's on your mind?"

She hesitated for a moment before voicing her query. "What will happen if we succeed in ending the war through intervention? What will the outcome be?"

Her words hung in the air as Xavier leaned forward, his tone resolute and deliberate. "If we succeed," he began, "we'll establish a new order in that world—one shaped entirely in my image. This is something I've envisioned for a long time, patiently waiting for the right moment to implement change. Whether they accept it or not is irrelevant. They'll have no choice but to adapt."

Frieda's eyes narrowed slightly. "And those who dare to oppose you?"

Xavier's expression hardened, his voice turning cold. "Then they will face a fate so devastating that victory against me will be impossible."

The weight of his words filled the chamber. After a pause, he tilted his head. "Does that answer your question?"

Frieda nodded, her crimson cape swaying as she turned to leave. "Yes. That's exactly what I needed to hear. I'll take my leave now."

She strode out of the chamber with purpose, the heavy doors closing behind her.

Xavier remained seated, his eyes narrowing as he felt a disturbance ripple through his senses. Something—or someone—was drawing near. His voice cut through the stillness, calm yet commanding. "Guards, leave me."

Without hesitation, the Legion Dark Knights obeyed, their armored forms retreating from the room until he was alone.

Leaning back in his throne, Xavier closed his eyes. His breathing slowed as his consciousness began to shift, slipping into another realm. The pull was unmistakable—someone, or something, was reaching out to him, beckoning him to a meeting he could not ignore.

...

Unknown C's World Dimensional Realm

Xavier's eyes snapped open, and he found himself enveloped in a realm unlike anything he had ever encountered. The world around him seemed otherworldly, with a sky painted in an endless expanse of soft blue, adorned with wispy, floating clouds. Looking down, he realized he was standing on a surface of pristine water, its glassy texture rippling faintly beneath his feet as though it were solid ground.

Curiosity compelled him to move forward, each step echoing softly in the serene stillness of this strange dimension. The tranquility was almost unnerving, but he pressed on until his gaze fell upon a figure seated in the distance.

It was a woman, her presence as striking as it was peculiar. Her hair shimmered with hues so unnatural they defied the spectrum of human reality, and her entire demeanor seemed to hum with an enigmatic energy. Her attire was equally strange, adorned with intricate patterns of the Geass sigil, which appeared prominently on her neck and as part of the design at the top of her clothing.

Xavier halted a few paces away, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in her unusual form, the atmosphere around them charged with an unspoken tension.

The woman's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto him as she sensed his approach. A knowing expression crossed her features, as though she had been waiting for this moment, perhaps for much longer than Xavier could comprehend.

Xavier came to a halt just before her, standing in silence, waiting for her to speak. And after a moment, she did.

"Xavier R. Salvador," she began, her voice calm yet carrying an ancient weight. "Once a mere human, now a Supreme Neohuman. Ruler of the Sovereignty Republic of Salvatia. The Father of Salvatia. The Ultimate Slayer of Gods and Demons. An anomaly deity of the Multiverse. I must say, I am quite surprised to finally meet you."

Her words hung in the air, their significance settling over him like a heavy cloak.

(Note: Only Xavier Salvador is a Supreme Neohuman due to possess godlike powers as irregular reincarnated)

Xavier's expression remained composed, his voice steady as he responded. "The surprise is neutral. It seems you know much about me. Perhaps my reputation precedes me."

The Caretaker regarded him thoughtfully, her gaze unwavering. "A reputation earned by the death of three multiversal gods and their armies—single-handedly, without relying on the aid of your own forces."

Xavier's voice was firm as he countered, "They had nothing to do with my army or my people. It was just me they had to deal with. And even so, I've trained my legion to handle such threats."

"Ah," he added, "I see you've brought me into this realm of yours. Tell me, who are you, lady?"

The Caretaker smiled slightly, an ancient knowledge in her eyes. "You may call me the Caretaker. I am one who understands space and time, a supervisor of dimensions. A seer who watches this world, ensuring its balance is maintained, preventing it from collapsing. That was, until I sensed your presence within this universe."

Xavier's tone turned sharp. "So now you know I've come to this universe. Are you trying to stop me? I've dealt with Multiversal Watchers before, and it's nothing new to me."

She remained calm, her gaze steady. "I do not possess the power to stop you, Xavier R. Salvador. I am simply a supervisor, a caretaker of spacetime—nothing more."

Xavier raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Then, what is it you want?"

The Caretaker's voice softened, genuine. "To meet you."

She sighed, her eyes drifting toward the sky. "I've watched humanity fight amongst themselves for eons, like children. Wars, violence—it's all the same. Time and time again, they destroy one another in their endless pursuit of selfish agendas."

Xavier remained silent as she continued, her gaze unfocused as though seeing the past unfold before her. "Humanity has always fought, no matter how many have tried to seek peace. Many have attempted to preserve it, but all have failed. Those left are warmongers and opportunists, using every excuse to continue their cycle of conquest and dominance."

Xavier's voice cut through her reflection, a touch of bitterness in his words. "Then there's the young man born of Britannian royal blood, betrayed by his family, left to rot and destined to destroy a nation."

The Caretaker blinked in surprise. She had not expected him to speak of that, and yet, it seemed he knew this universe—despite never having been born within it.

"Yes," Xavier continued, his expression hardening. "I have knowledge of every universe. I know how the main timeline unfolds, how the story goes. Lelouch may be the one to bring a better future, but his methods are... idealistic, to say the least. He may change the world, but I know how the story ends, and I don't like it."

A disapproving expression crossed his face as he spoke of Lelouch's fate, the future he was destined to create.

Xavier's tone grew more resolute, his vision clear. "I stand here with my army, bold and brave. Not to conquer the world, but to intervene and save. We shall face Britannia and challenge every foe. To build a world where lasting peace can grow. By my ideals, a new order shall rise. A world where all can thrive beneath open skies. No hindrance to our progress shall we see. A better future for all humanity. I am here, resolute, my vision clear. Whether you like it or not, I will persevere. To the end, I'll fight, unwavering and true, until this dream of peace becomes my reality."

The Caretaker chuckled softly at his words, a faint smile touching her lips. "You speak poetry, Mr. Salvador."

Xavier returned the smile with a chuckle of his own. "I've been practicing poetry as a hobby, Caretaker, when I'm not busy leading a nation."

Xavier Salvador stood tall, a sense of finality in his words as he spoke. "Thank you for this meeting, but I must be on my way. My forces are awaiting my command to lead them in the campaign ahead."

The Caretaker nodded, her voice calm and steady. "I understand. I shall remain here, watching over the world, in case any 'uninvited' anomalies breach this universe. You may proceed as you wish."

Xavier gave a slight nod of appreciation. "Thank you."

He turned away, his steps purposeful as he moved toward the exit of the realm. Just as he was about to depart, the Caretaker's voice stopped him.

"Before you go," she called, "I wish to ask one more question."

Xavier paused, his gaze turning back to her. "Please, ask."

Her eyes held a certain intensity as she posed her question. "Are you truly willing to pursue a goal that may be meant only for yourself? Will your actions change the world, even if there are those who oppose you?"

Xavier stood still for a moment, contemplating her words. When he finally responded, his voice was firm, resolute. "I will accomplish my goal, for I will see the result of my actions."

The Caretaker took in his answer, and with a subtle movement of her hand, she used her power to return him to his reality. As Xavier continued walking, a brilliant light surrounded him, pulling him back to the world he had come from.

...

Supreme Leader's Throne room

Xavier gasped as his eyes snapped open, the world around him coming into focus. He ran a hand through his hair, taking in the familiar surroundings that marked his return from the Caretaker's realm. A deep sigh of relief escaped his lips, but it was quickly replaced by a look of grim determination. Rising to his feet, he exited the chamber, ready to lead his forces in the campaign that would reshape this universe.

With a voice filled with purpose, he spoke aloud, his words like a declaration of war. "People of the world, hear our call. We come to intervene, to mend it all. Into your conflict, we stride bold and clear. To cleanse the chaos, to end the fear."

His words echoed with an undeniable resolve. Whether his actions were right or wrong, he knew one thing for certain: he would do whatever it took to win. The goal was clear, and no matter the cost, he would see it through to the end.