NOVEL WEB Chapter 211: Chapter 211 : Return Terra Aeterna
The Emperor's Return from the Warp Rift
In high orbit above the planet Terra Aeterna, a massive Mass Relay shimmered with bluish-purple energy. This colossal machine, drastically modified by the scientists of the Imperium Caelestis, had torn through the boundaries of reality—bridging galaxies across disconnected universes.
Tears in the warp appeared like wounds upon the fabric of space. From within those rifts emerged ten Dominion battlecruisers—iconic warships from the StarCraft universe—piercing through dimensions in majestic formation, radiating sheer power.
Amidst this awe-inspiring armada, one ship stood out—more regal, more radiant. It was the personal flagship of His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Kenthelion, returning from his conquest of the Underworld universe. Beside him were two enigmatic figures from that dark realm:
Selene, a cold, elegant vampire who hunted by night; and
Amalia, a mystifying woman who exuded an ancient, sovereign presence.
As the tenth battlecruiser cleared the final warp fissure, the rift slowly sealed behind them—leaving only silence in the vast, star-speckled void.
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Upon arrival at the imperial spaceport of Terra Aeterna's capital, Kenthelion's flagship was received with full honors. The Emperor descended in stately calm, flanked by Selene and Amalia. His campaign was over. Command of Earth had been formally entrusted to Commander Mira Han. He had no further business there.
Aboard his private medivac shuttle, the trio soared toward the heart of the Imperium Caelestis—the imperial palace itself.
When they landed, the greeting party was modest:
Shizuka Marikawa and three young girls awaited them.
The administrators—Alice and her aides—were still embroiled in the endless gears of imperial bureaucracy.
Kenthelion issued a brief command to the Red Queen AI:
> "Inform everyone... I have returned."
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The girls squealed with delight.
Little Angela, from the Resident Evil dimension, ran forward laughing:
> "Big Brother! You brought more pretty ladies!"
Her eyes widened in fascination as she examined Selene and Amalia.
Little Alice of H.O.T.D. followed, holding Little Airi's hand:
> "Big Brother, are they going to be our big sisters too?" she asked innocently.
Kenthelion chuckled and gently patted their heads.
> "Of course. This is Sister Selene, and this is Sister Amalia. You should listen to them. They're very strong, and may protect you when I'm away."
Angela stepped closer, peering up at Selene's mysterious aura and Amalia's regal grace.
> "My name's Angela. Welcome to our home."
Alice introduced herself and Airi with glee:
> "I'm Little Alice, and this is Airi! We're best friends!"
Selene and Amalia smiled softly and returned the greeting with quiet grace, offering small, otherworldly trinkets from the Underworld—a gesture that made the girls' eyes sparkle with wonder.
Not long after, the older Alice and the other imperial women returned to the palace.
They immediately sensed the presence of newcomers.
No words were spoken.
Only a series of poised glances—measured, piercing.
Without ceremony, they approached Selene and Amalia with slow, graceful steps… assessing, analyzing.
Sisterhood or rivalry—it was yet to be seen.
Kenthelion merely raised a brow and shrugged.
From somewhere behind, a playful chuckle echoed.
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Dinner... and a Shocking Truth
That evening, the grand dining hall had been restructured entirely. A new, colossal round table had been installed—able to seat over thirty in regal comfort. Every member of Kenthelion's harem was present. Elegant, composed, and... keenly curious about the two newest additions.
As conversation began to flow, attention inevitably turned to Selene and Amalia.
Their voices were calm, their answers clear.
> "I have lived more than six hundred years," Selene said, gazing into her wine glass.
"I have seen a thousand seasons pass," added Amalia, her tone low, her presence arresting.
Silence fell like a hammer.
The girls from Resident Evil, H.O.T.D., and Lin Cage chorused in shocked unison:
> "WHAT?! YOU'RE VAMPIRES?!"
Chairs scraped, silverware clattered.
Some stood in astonishment, others stepped back in awe... and perhaps a hint of jealousy.
At the far end of the table, Kenthelion merely sighed and sipped his imperial wine.
> "And so... it begins again," he mused silently.
Yuriko Takashiro turned to Amalia, who sat gracefully beside her. Curiosity glimmered in her sharp eyes.
Yuriko Takashiro
> "Amalia, how are you unaffected by sunlight? Aren't vampires supposed to... burn under it?"
Amalia responded with a calm, almost maternal smile.
Amalia
> "Selene and I are no longer bound by the old curses. We walk beneath the sun, eat what you eat, and we no longer need blood to survive. That... is thanks to Kenthelion. He helped us consume the Blood of the Ancients—pure blood that erased our affliction."
Her voice was neither boastful nor dramatic. Her words fell with simple truth.
A silence swept over the table. Understanding dawned upon the women present—realization of what this truly meant. None of them had imagined that Kenthelion had entered a realm of vampires and lycans, conquered both, and returned with what was once thought unattainable.
At the head of the table, Kenthelion reached into a sealed case and withdrew a small vial filled with dark crimson liquid. He held it up, the wine-red essence glowing faintly under the palace lights.
Kenthelion
> "Jill, this is perfect blood. I want our top scientists to study it. See if we can extract its life-enhancing compounds to develop a serum—something that boosts strength, without side effects."
He handed the vial to Jill Valentine, who accepted it with a professional nod—though her lips soon curled into a teasing smirk.
Jill Valentine
> "Alright. I'll send it straight to the labs. After all... we'd like to stay young too."
She winked. "Even if Dr. Halsey's serum extends life, it doesn't guarantee our faces won't age."
Kenthelion chuckled and responded with a brief kiss before turning toward Alice.
Kenthelion
> "Alice, I want a section of your military base allocated for a new robotics facility."
Alice raised an eyebrow.
Alice
> "Robots? What kind?"
Kenthelion
> "Multi-function automata. Primarily administrative support. I haven't finalized the design yet."
Alice
> "Understood. I'll allocate the space by tomorrow."
Kenthelion gave her a short nod before continuing.
Kenthelion
> "Also, select elite female troops from the H.O.T.D. world. I want them enhanced with combat serum."
He referred to the ten thousand units of Generation One supersoldier serum—early-stage Sparta prototypes developed under Dr. Halsey's oversight. Though technically a prototype, the serum had proven stable and potent for elite infantry use.
Alice
> "Already done. The unit doesn't have an official designation yet, but the Red Queen named them the Umbrella Security Service—USS for short. Ten thousand operatives. Fully trained under Astra Militarum, Terran Marine, and Adepta Sororitas doctrines. All female."
Kenthelion
> "The name is irrelevant for now. What matters is that they're ready."
He reached into a hidden compartment and retrieved a sleek titanium case containing the first set of syringes.
Kenthelion
> "You'll receive the genetic enhancer package tonight. Inject them per protocol. Strength, speed, resilience—they'll gain it all."
Alice
> "I'll delegate that to Rika Minami. She's commanding the unit now."
Kenthelion turned toward Rika, his gaze confident.
Kenthelion
> "Rika, the serum will be yours by morning. Begin integration immediately."
Rika nodded wordlessly, her posture as precise as her sniper skills.
Then, as if a memory surfaced, Kenthelion turned back to Alice once more.
Kenthelion
> "Also, another division from the Underworld will arrive tomorrow. Same size and structure as the last wave. Integrate them as you did before."
Alice
> "Noted. I'll handle the logistics."
Her voice was calm, efficient—already processing the deployment in her mind.
Even though Kenthelion frequently brought in troops from time to time, none of them—not even Alice or Jill—had ever asked where those soldiers came from. The troops he brought were always equipped with advanced gear and displayed exceptional discipline, as if they hailed from a civilization far in the future. Their loyalty and training were absolute, almost as though they had been programmed to follow Kenthelion without question.
That was exactly why no one ever asked. Everyone understood—it was probably a personal secret Kenthelion didn't want to share with anyone.
Kenthelion leaned back slightly, his gaze focused and commanding.
"We need to build a new military base on another planet. The location must be far enough from the central government to avoid interference, but still secure enough for retraining new troops."
He turned toward Ada Wong, who was calmly sipping her coffee at the end of the table.
"Oh, by the way. How's the alien ranch project going? Have the alien species been successfully relocated to the breeding zones I assigned in the star system's agricultural sector?"
Ada responded with her usual composed tone.
"Everything is proceeding as planned. The Inquisitors have completed the initial handling phase. The alien ranches have now evolved into large-scale canned food production lines. Alien corpses are being processed, and the meat is being distributed as the primary food supply across the Imperium Caelestis."
Kenthelion nodded, satisfied.
"Good. Once the multifunctional robots begin production, they can replace a significant portion of the manual labor in that sector. Farm management will become much more efficient."
The conversation shifted when Claire raised a new topic, her voice low but serious.
"Kenthelion… what are you going to do with the female soldiers? I mean, after they've been injected with the enhancement serum."
Kenthelion raised an eyebrow.
"What's happened to them?" Images of the fierce, battle-hardened women from the H.O.T.D. universe flashed in his mind—warriors who had endured more than most.
Claire's expression was mixed with admiration and concern.
"They're doing fine. But… they train too hard. Their fighting spirit is unmatched—they're not afraid of pain or exhaustion. But their bodies… they're still too limited. They've far surpassed regular soldiers, but they still fall short of our military standards."
She looked at him, clearly frustrated.
"Every time I try to stop them to rest, they refuse. They want to grow stronger, but their bodies just can't keep up with their resolve."
Kenthelion fell silent for a moment, then spoke firmly.
"I'll give them the genetic serum. A junior version of the Sparta-class super soldier serum. That should reinforce their bodies enough to match their willpower."
He knew there weren't that many of them—only about ten thousand—but to Kenthelion, they were a force worthy of special attention.
Despite the heavy topics of military matters and strategy, the dinner atmosphere remained warm. Kenthelion and the women around him shared updates on their respective roles and responsibilities across the empire.
Amalia and Selene, though new to this circle, quickly found their place in the conversation, laughing and exchanging stories with Claire and the others. Despite their vastly different origins, they now belonged to the same grand family—a family forged by Kenthelion himself, and held together by strength, trust, and shared secrets.
After dinner, the atmosphere in the main hall of Terra Aeterna remained warm and vibrant. The girls from various worlds sat in a circle with Amalia and Selene, their eyes filled with curiosity. They bombarded the two vampire women with questions—about longevity, centuries of life experiences, and the fascinating things they might have learned or witnessed over the ages. It wasn't just idle curiosity; their questions were tinged with genuine excitement, knowing they too were preparing for lifespans far longer than any ordinary human's.
Watching the lively exchange from a distance, Kenthelion shook his head with a faint smile. Seeing that everything was under control, he quietly excused himself from the gathering. With a subtle but confident gesture, he reached out and took the hands of Shizuka Marikawa and Saeko Busujima. The two women understood without needing words, and together, the three of them made their way up the grand staircase, heading toward the master suite in the eastern wing of the palace.
What happened after that? Only the three of them truly knew. But for those who were familiar with Kenthelion, no explanation was necessary—and speculation was inevitable.
Back downstairs, Alice and the rest of the women—from Resident Evil, HOTD, Underworld, and even Linc Cage—exchanged knowing glances. Some smirked mischievously; others sighed in playful exasperation. Within moments, as if bound by an unspoken agreement, they rose—Amalia included—twenty strong and silent figures following in Kenthelion's footsteps toward the same wing of the palace.
That night marked the beginning of three unforgettable days and nights. Sleep quickly lost its place on the list of priorities, and physical stamina was pushed to the limits—not on a battlefield, but in a far more intimate and personal arena.