Imperium of Man Terra Aeterna Season 01: Rise of Humanity's War Machin

Assassinorum Operation – Total Extermination

Inside the command center, Reuel stood tall, eyes fixed on the holographic screen. Around him stood beautiful, alluring women who exuded the aura of Muture women—Saeko Busujima, Rika Minami, Yuriko Takagi, and others. Every gaze was locked on the three-dimensional tactical display, which streamed the Officio Assassinorum operation in real time: a systematic execution mission targeting Japanese soldiers who had raped civilian women during the global chaos.

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Aboard the flagship of the Japanese naval fleet, a shadow moved—almost invisible. It was an agent of the Callidus Temple, the cunning assassin, flawlessly disguised as a Japanese naval officer. With cold, emotionless precision, the assassin disabled communications, cut power, and shut down weapon systems—sabotaging the entire ship before anyone could realize what was happening.

Minutes later, from a distance no conventional sensor or radar could detect, precise bullets began to rain death. A Vindicare Temple agent had taken position. One by one, captains, lieutenants, and senior officers were eliminated with perfect shots. Each bullet carried devastation, and in a short time, the Japanese fleet's chain of command collapsed entirely. Their ships became bodies without heads.

And when panic began to spread across the decks, when the chain of command had completely disintegrated and screams replaced military orders, the time came for the Eversor Temple to be unleashed.

The assassin landed on the main deck like a demon risen from hell. He moved with an inhuman explosion of speed—every motion was death. There were no warnings. No mercy. Every corridor and chamber of the ship became a killing field. Within minutes, hundreds of soldiers were wiped out. This wasn't a battle... it was a mass execution.

And when the remaining troops tried to regroup, the final shadow appeared: the agent of the Culexus Temple.

He brought no sound. No explosions. But his presence alone shattered the minds of the survivors. The anti-psyker field emanating from him crushed their will to fight, torturing their souls without touching their bodies. Soldiers dropped to their knees—not from wounds, but from a primal terror they couldn't even describe. They knew: there would be no salvation.

The figure melted back into the shadows, leaving nothing but utter ruin.

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In less than three hours, over eighty warships—including corvettes, destroyers, submarines, and aircraft carriers—had been completely neutralized. Not a single one managed to maintain combat structure or even send a distress signal.

Yuriko Takagi stared at the screen, her expression rigid, nearly frozen.

"Three hours… That's all it took?" she whispered, barely audible.

As a former agent, Yuriko had long witnessed death, infiltration, and sabotage operations. But this... this wasn't just an operation. This was organized death incarnate. Those assassins—they were too efficient. Too precise. Too ruthless. Even the food supplies had been poisoned. Every move was calculated. Not a single action wasted.

She had never imagined the Japanese military could be destroyed this fast—and this thoroughly.

Rika Minami could barely speak either. Only a hushed breath escaped her lips.

"That wasn't even a fight… It was one-sided slaughter. A few dozen people wiped out thousands of so-called trained Japanese soldiers."

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As the final wave of Operation Assassinorum slowly faded, a massive shadow began approaching the site of the massacre.

Through the smoke and the wreckage of warships, the Imperial Guard—the ground forces of the Imperium of Man—emerged over the horizon, marching toward the twisted iron remains that were once the pride of Japan's military.

What they were about to do next was no less important than the massacre itself.

They didn't come just to conquer.

They came to rescue the women.

American aircraft carriers loomed in the distance—but they were no longer crewed by American forces. Instead, those steel giants were now under the control of the Imperial Guard's elite regiment, the Cadian Shock Troopers—human soldiers of the Imperium of Man, commanded by Mayor Hellsker himself.

Their mission was not conquest. They had come for one purpose: to rescue the civilian women who had been kidnapped, tortured, and raped by the Japanese military aboard the warships of the Imperial Japanese Fleet.

Inside the dark, blood-soaked bellies of those ships, the traumatized women watched in silence as these foreign troops slaughtered the remaining Japanese soldiers with terrifying efficiency. Clad in heavy combat armor, the troopers moved like executioners—cold, fast, unstoppable. There were no negotiations. No mercy.

At first, fear took over. The women clung to each other, trembling, confused and broken. None of them knew if the arrival of these new soldiers meant a fresh wave of abuse—or the end of their nightmare. To them, every man in uniform was the same: a rapist, a monster, a killer.

But some among them—those whose courage had been forged in long suffering—began stepping over the corpses of their abusers. Some spat on the dead. Others kicked or stomped on the lifeless Japanese soldiers who had shattered their lives. It wasn't revenge. It was catharsis—a raw, unfiltered eruption of pain that had never found a voice.

Yet when they looked closer at the troops standing in silence—Cadian Shock Troopers, their faces hidden behind respirators, their bodies clad in dehumanizing armor—the fear returned. The women drew back, covering their tattered, exposed bodies once more, hugging each other tightly.

"Are they just another version of the same monsters? Are we going to be raped again?"

The terror was deep, built upon trauma buried for too long. Trust was gone—especially in the face of men bearing weapons.

Then, from among the soldiers, a single figure stepped forward: Colonel Minka Lesk. A female officer, standing tall yet calm. She walked slowly, her weapon lowered, and spoke—again and again, her voice gentle but unwavering:

"We are not your enemy. We've come to rescue you—in the name of the Imperium of Man."

Orders were given. The troopers opened logistics crates and distributed clean clothes. Medics and support staff wrapped frail bodies in warm blankets. Some women cried in silence. Others simply stared, eyes vacant, hands trembling. It was hard to believe that in a world so shattered, anyone could still bring hope.

Meanwhile, the Cadian Shock Troopers swept through the entire ship. Any surviving Japanese soldier was hunted down and executed without hesitation. There was no mercy.

When they reached the detention area, cells were unlocked one by one. All the imprisoned women were freed. For those who had lost limbs, medical data was immediately transmitted to the Tech-Priests of the Mechanicus. Prosthetic arms and legs, replacement organs—whatever Imperial technology could offer, it would be done. No one would be left behind.

Every woman taken by the Japanese military—was rescued.

After the evacuation, they were escorted with dignity to Haneda Airport in Tokyo. There, they would receive medical care, psychological support, and most importantly—safety.

For the first time in a long time, they could breathe without fear.

The nightmare wasn't truly over. But for now, they knew one thing for certain:

There were still good people in this world.

Even in the midst of a zombie apocalypse and an interdimensional war—

Humanity wasn't dead yet.

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Yuriko Takagi stood tall, arms crossed over her chest, eyes locked onto the strange man who lounged casually as if none of this concerned him.

Her expression was a mix of suspicion and confusion.

"Why did you really come to Japan, Reuel?" she asked in a low, serious tone. "You've got a massive army. I don't see why you'd bother showing up in person."

Reuel only let out a soft chuckle. He leaned back in the chair, one arm lazily draped over Saeko Busujima's shoulder—like this was all just some casual social visit.

"Isn't it obvious?" he said teasingly. "I came to find a wife."

A mischievous smile lit up his face.

"They say Japanese women are beautiful, graceful, and gentle. I wanted to see for myself."

Saeko just rolled her eyes, the look on her face a mix of annoyance and boredom. She'd heard crap like that from him far too many times.

Reuel continued in a relaxed tone, though his gaze narrowed with intent as he turned toward Yuriko and Rika Minami.

"And of course, that includes future wives like Yuriko Takagi... and Rika Minami, too. Even if you're both still pretending to be shy."

Both women flushed bright red almost at the same time.

"You bastard! Shameless pervert! Grade-A playboy!" they shouted in unison.

But... there was something in their anger that wasn't entirely genuine.

Deep inside—Yuriko, who was still legally married, and Rika, who hadn't dated in years—couldn't deny that this infuriating asshole was starting to chip away at their emotional defenses.

His arrogance, his confidence, and of course… his looks and charm—were slowly stirring something feminine in them that had long been buried beneath a world drenched in blood and ruin.

And they hated him for that.

Or at least, they pretended to.

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Around midday

The Cadia Shock Troopers had completed a massive-scale rescue operation. Over a hundred and twenty thousand women were evacuated from the now-destroyed Japanese warships.

Across the coastline, large tents had been set up as temporary shelters. Simple but sturdy uniforms were distributed to the survivors, who had previously been wrapped in little more than torn rags. Medical aid, hot meals, and warm blankets flowed without end from the Imperium's logistics reserves.

Reuel stood at the edge of the camp, staring at the vast sea of people who were only just beginning to feel safe. His gaze swept over the tents with sharp eyes—but there was no pride in them, only a hidden rage.

His lips curled into a bitter smirk.

"Did the Japanese military secretly start breeding horses or something?" he muttered sarcastically.

"How the hell did they manage to kidnap a hundred and twenty thousand people? How many cities—how many towns—did they ravage to get numbers like this?"

He didn't follow Yuriko, Saeko, Rika, or Shizuka, who had gone to comfort the rescued women. He stayed where he was, letting his thoughts drift, far across oceans and time.

Since arriving in this world, one question had haunted him:

"Where did these zombies actually come from?"

He knew this world.

He had read the manga. Watched the anime. He knew every plotline, even the obscure details buried in fan forums and discussion threads.

And then, a name echoed again in his mind.

Daisuke Satō.

The creator.

Reuel still remembered the day he heard about Satō's death in his original world. The year 2017. Ischemic heart disease. It felt... like something vital had been lost.

There had been narrative hints about corporations behind the outbreak. Conspiracies, experiments, biological weapons. But Reuel had never looked too deeply.

He didn't want to know.

Because after the creator died, this world lost its soul.

Continuing its story felt like reopening a wound that should've been left frozen.

He stared out at the sea. The waves crashed in the distance. And in his silence, he knew: this world was dying. But for some reason, he wanted to save it.

A small hand touched him.

"Big brother... why is everyone crying?"

Little Alice stood beside him, gently clutching his fingers. Her innocent eyes looked up at him, full of questions.

Reuel was quiet for a moment, then answered softly.

"They just survived something very dangerous at sea... but now they're safe. That's why they're crying from relief and happiness."

He lied.

Not because he didn't care.

But because sometimes, children don't need the whole truth.

Alice nodded slowly, then turned away and walked off, flanked by two female Imperial Guard soldiers assigned to protect her.

And Reuel stayed where he was, eyes fixed on the horizon.

Silent.

"Your Majesty," a soldier reported firmly, "we obtained information from the women. The Japanese troops and fleet we neutralized came from a port that used to be a safe zone—now it has fallen to the zombies. They roam freely and have begun abducting women from every major and minor city they pass through."

Reuel gave a short nod. "Very well. We begin the conquest of Japan. As for Europe, America, and the rest of the planet, leave them to Supreme Commander Ursarkar E. Creed."

"Understood, Your Majesty."

An hour later, the women who had been sent out returned. Their eyes were swollen—it was clear they had just witnessed horrors that wouldn't be easily forgotten. Reuel could already guess what they had seen—the shattered remains of human decency.

"How does it feel to witness the cruelty of man when the law no longer exists?" Reuel asked with a twisted smile, attempting to ease the tension, if only a little.

"Horrifying…"

"Nothing is more terrifying than a human who's lost their conscience."

"If I ever meet them... I want to kill them myself," one of them muttered, filled with rage.

"Don't be kind to those who've abandoned their humanity," said Reuel, his voice turning cold. "Sometimes, kindness is what gets you killed."

"Then what's your plan to deal with all this?" Yuriko Takagi cut in sharply. "I don't want to hear bullshit."

"That's their right. If they want to follow our rules, I'll protect them. If they choose to leave, that's their decision—I won't stop them."

"You'd let them go? Even though they'll die out there? That's cruel."

"Then I'll send them all to Soichiro Takagi. Agreed?"

"No. He won't be able to take in that many. Just one more group could wipe out his food supplies in a day."

"I already checked your food storage myself," Yuriko said proudly, her large chest rising as she spoke—enough to nearly make Reuel lose focus. "You've got enough reserves to feed a city the size of New York for the next hundred years."

"...Jesus, that's classified military intel," Reuel muttered in disbelief.

"I saw it with my own eyes. And your soldiers still salute me," Yuriko replied with a cheeky grin.

Reuel stayed silent. Sometimes it was better not to respond. Maybe his soldiers had already started treating Yuriko like a member of the royal family.

Suddenly, a soldier rushed in and reported.

"Your Majesty, a massive zombie horde from the cities surrounding Tokyo is heading toward the capital. Similar phenomena are happening all over the world, including in our sectors in America and Europe. It's as if some force is directing them."

"How many? And when will they arrive?"

"Estimated ten million zombies. The cities along their path are already burning. They're following survivors—most likely those who heard the radio broadcast about the safe zone in Haneda."

"When do they reach Tokyo?"

"Three days, Your Majesty. And it seems an evolved zombie is leading the horde."

"Good. No need to chase them."

Reuel turned to the officer beside him. "Order the Alice Legion of the Imperial Guard to prepare. Within one month, I want this entire planet under our complete control."

"And rescue as many survivors as can be found across the world."

"Let the rookies from the Alice Legion get used to their weapons before returning to Terra Aeterna."

"These zombies are easy to kill, but their numbers are insane."

Without another word, Reuel walked toward the command center, passing rows of beautiful women who were waiting nearby. He didn't look back.

Watching him walk away, Saeko Busujima paused for a moment, then followed in silence.

Inside the command center, Reuel stood before a massive screen displaying a terrifying number of zombies—a scene reminiscent of that classic Resident Evil moment, when Raccoon City fell.

"Why are there so many of them?" Yuriko Takagi asked, eyes glued to the screen.

Saeko Busujima, Rika Minami, and the others could only stare in silence. The sight was beyond terrifying.

"These zombies are coming from every city surrounding Tokyo. They're drawn by the survivors heading toward the safe zone," Reuel explained. "I don't know how they managed to get this far."

To Reuel, the real threat wasn't the zombies. He was here to train the rookies from the Imperial Guard's Alice Legion, now led by Chris Redfield from the Resident Evil universe. If they couldn't handle zombies on this scale, then they'd never survive the alien invasions waiting for them on the interplanetary battlefield.