In a world torn between empires, rebels, and shadowy conspiracies, one man stands apart.
Not for justice.
Not for revenge.
Not even for ideology.
He shouldn't even be here. But when his particle cannon tore his base in Springfield apart, it flung him between worlds, fusing fragments of other selves into something louder, sharper, and far more dangerous. Now he's landed in Area 11 - chrome helmet gleaming, fury intact, and a laugh that won't die.
Neither Britannia, the Black Knights, the Chinese Federation, nor the United Republic of Europia can claim him. The Geass Order wouldn't dare. He takes no orders, follows no plan but his own, and answers only to the reflection in his shiny, intimidating helmet.
Armed with endless schemes, shameless bravado, and enough firepower to make world leaders sweat, this Cobra Commander plays every side while serving none. He'll expose secrets for the drama, crash parades for the applause, and derail master plans simply because he's bored.
And yet... in the chaos he leaves behind, people can't decide if he's the villain they should fear, the hero they never asked for, or just the loudest distraction in history.
One thing's for sure - the world of Code Geass will never be the same once the chrome helmet hits the stage.
*I OWN NOTHING*