GATE: Thus The Imperium of Man Fought There

The Grand Conspiracy pt 1

-M2. Earth. Japan-

A masterful plan lay before Lothens, meticulously unfolding according to his design. As a dedicated member of the notorious Assassin Ordo, his duty was clear: infiltrate and subjugate the world without needlessly spilling blood.

Even in the vast tapestry of the multiverse, where Old Earth existed as a distinct reality, the essence of human civilization persisted. Deep within the roots of the Japanese people and beyond, the core of human nature endured.

Lothens specialized in information warfare as part of Ordo Notitia; thus, his information processing power transcends the capabilities of a typical Solar Guardian's WAR-CASTER. His WAR-CASTER, nestled in his transhuman mind, worked ceaselessly. Unlike the mass-produced pattern, the Ordo Notitia's WAR-CASTER was on an entirely different league, attuned to the flow of the Empyrean Sea.

While a conventional Solar Guardian's WAR-CASTER processed raw data to formulate solutions, Ordo Notitia's version was unique. Sensing the living flow of the Empyrean Sea, it transformed data into a sentient entity, breaking the boundaries of the material and immaterial universe.

Endowed with near-limitless data manipulation, the possessor wields unparalleled control over every stream of information and knowledge in the world. A seemingly rudimentary realm like Old Earth transforms into their playground for the manipulation of information. Wars, peace, economy—everything rests within the palm of his hand.

With a smirk, Lothens gazed down as he was in the Tokyo Tower, a perfect vantage point for observing the data of Old Earth. The boundless tapestry of raw knowledge allowed him to weave countless schemes with a mere thought, manipulating the Japanese government and the world, and leaving the rest to mortal agents.

"I anticipated a more unconventional approach, Lothens," a small, feminine voice echoed in his mind, initially startling him until he recognized its source.

With a mental glance, he accessed data streams in the West, identifying the familiar voice. "Klaxia," Lotens said neutrally, "relying on a primitive phone, dialing various numbers, and hoping I'd notice you because you're an Imperial agent. Reckless, as always."

"Come on, it's been ages since our last meeting," Klaxia said, disguised as the USA's vice president; she urged Lothens to meet with her, and he responded with a short sigh.

"A decade is but a fleeting moment, Klaxia," he responded shortly. But Lothens, being transhuman, perceived time very differently from mortals. It was an alien feeling for him when mortals claimed that a decade was long.

"For you, perhaps. But not for me, Lothens," she replied, hoping to get him to understand her perspective.

But Lothens was nonchalant. "In a few years, you'll achieve your apotheosis. There's no difference,"

She giggled in response, evoking a slight smile from the transhuman. Memories of their shared past flooded Lothens' mind—a fragile girl surviving the massive incursion that occurred when the Harrowing raged on the galactic north, entering the Assassinorum Ordo with determination in her azure eyes.

Enough of reminiscing, Lotens shifted the conversation bluntly. "Cease this talk; what of your duty, Klaxia?"

"The preparation is at hand, milord," a once-friendly tone now replaced by a cold and distant voice.

A subtle smirk played across Lothens' face, concealed behind his mask, while thousands of scenarios spun at an impossible speed within his mind. His eyes, filled with Noosphere data swirling at the velocity of light, briefly glanced at the holovid corner on his mask, confirming the next set of data and instructions.