Infinite Survival: My 10,000x Return System

In a flash, they vanished from the asteroid.

Arthur and Morwenna materialized on the pristine polished starlight floor of the Ebon Citadel’s command bridge.

The transition from the violently collapsing True Abyss to the perfectly climate-controlled environment of his floating fortress was jarring.

"We are back," Arthur announced calmly.

He dusted off his frayed dark coat completely ignoring the fact that he had just assassinated a foundational pillar of the multiverse.

Sylvia Thorne, Lyra, and Aurelia were huddled around the primary holographic war table. They didn’t look relieved to see him.

They looked absolutely terrified.

"Emperor" Sylvia shouted. Her usual icy composure was entirely fractured.

The Arch-Mage’s hands were flying across the glowing runes of the console and her silver hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat. "The reality barrier is holding but the navigation arrays are going insane, Something is tracking us"

Arthur frowned and stepped up to the war table. He looked down at the massive three-dimensional Star-Chart Kaelith had integrated into the ship’s systems.

It wasn’t glowing with the usual calm blue markers. The entire holographic projection was flashing a violent blinding red.

Surrounding the tiny isolated blip that represented the Ebon Citadel were dozens of massive pulsating crimson signatures.

They were moving fast. Impossibly fast. And they were all converging directly on their coordinates.

Before Arthur could ask for an analysis, the system interface in his mind violently booted up. The warning klaxons rang so loudly they gave him a localized headache.

[Ding!]

[CRITICAL WARNING: THREAT LEVEL SUPREME.]

[Entities Identified: The Architects of the End.]

↳Description: An elite highly coordinated faction of high-tier Outer Gods. Function: Pruning anomalies and erasing unformatted variables within the Chaos Sea.

↳Notice: Host’s assassination of the Abyssal Progenitor has flagged the Ebon Citadel as a Class-1 Multiversal Contagion. They are here for an absolute erasure.

"Well, shit," Arthur muttered. His dark eyes tracked the rapidly approaching red dots. "Management sent the real auditors."

"They are the Enforcers of the Prime Creator," Kaelith projected into the minds of everyone on the bridge. "They do not feed. They do not consume. They only delete. Authur, we might not be able to fight them. Their conceptual weight is too absolute!"

"Nothing is absolute," Arthur snapped.

His voice was a low vibrating rumble that instantly killed the panic in the room. He looked at his executive board. Sylvia, Morwenna, Lyra, Aurelia, and Kaelith. His five Queens. His inner circle.

Outside the panoramic viewport, the pitch-black void of the Chaos Sea suddenly lit up.

Massive blinding geometric shapes materialized in the darkness. Perfect cubes, hyper-spheres, and infinitely shifting tesseracts. They were the size of entire solar systems and their very presence aggressively warped the visual spectrum of the Ark’s cameras.

They didn’t roar. They didn’t boast. They simply surrounded the reality bubble of the Ebon Empire and began to systematically apply pressure.

"CRACK! GROOOAAAN!"

The Ebon Citadel violently shuddered. The massive reality-enforcing sail Kaelith had woven around the hull flickered and the golden threads snapped under the sheer mathematical weight of the Architects.

"The shields are failing" Lyra yelled. She gripped the edge of the console to stay upright. "They’re rewriting the local physics! They’re turning our armor into glass"

Arthur didn’t panic. He just reached into his newly integrated core and tapped into the Seed of Origin he had brutally assimilated.

He expanded his Absolute Order and forced his own terrifying willpower out of his body to wrap around the entirety of the floating fortress.

The crushing pressure halted. The Citadel groaned as Arthur single-handedly held back the erasure of a dozen elite Outer Gods.

But he couldn’t hold the shield and fight them all at the same time. He needed his fleet. He needed his generals.

"System," Arthur commanded. His eyes glowed with a terrifying predatory light. Activate the network upgrade."

[Ding!]

[Initiating Feature: Cross-Dimensional Harem Share.]

↳Establishing permanent bi-directional conceptual link between Host and all Bound Consorts.

He raised his hand and his fingers crackled with the multi-colored heat of the Primordial Flame and the pitch-black density of Absolute Order. "You guys are getting a promotion."

↳Allocating Host’s 1,000,000x Multiplier to designated targets.

↳Sharing Absolute Order Foundation.

"BOOM!"

A massive invisible shockwave of pure foundational energy erupted from Arthur’s chest. It slammed into the five women standing on the bridge and entirely bypassed their physical bodies to strike directly at their souls.

"Ahhhh!" Sylvia gasped. Her Absolute Zero magic was suddenly forcefully multiplied by a million. The temperature on her side of the bridge dropped so low that the very concept of molecular movement ceased to exist.

"Yes!" Morwenna screamed. Her abyssal tattoos flared into blinding golden light as the True Abyss within her expanded to the size of a galaxy.

Lyra’s Stardusk daggers glowed with an incomprehensible reality-slicing sharpness.

Aurelia’s missing wings violently regenerated. They were forged not from light but from pure indestructible Dark Radiance.

Kaelith’s six crystalline limbs blurred into a sphere of pure creation as her processing speed elevated to match the very fabric of the universe.

They weren’t just his followers anymore. The system had temporarily elevated them all to the exact same conceptual tier as their Emperor. They were independent Cosmic Generals.

Arthur looked at his panting and glowing god-like executive team. He offered them a cold ruthless corporate smile.

"They are trying to shut us down," Arthur said as he casually walked over to his throne and took a seat. He crossed his legs and rested his chin on his knuckles. "Go outside and defend yourselves. And don’t come back until their fleet is scrap metal."

The five Queens looked at their hands to feel the absurd intoxicating power coursing through their veins. They looked at each other and a collective bloodthirsty grin spread across their faces.

"With pleasure," Sylvia purred.

They didn’t run to the airlocks. Armed with Arthur’s spatial laws, the five women simply blurred out of existence and teleported directly onto the outer deck of the Ebon Citadel to face the apocalypse.