The Giant Corporations that Started in Night City

Chapter 327: Fractures Within! The Deity Nuwa! Time for Reckoning!

After hearing Li Ang's analysis, Chisaji Fox felt an unbearable chill crawl up his spine—a creeping dread that gripped his soul from the depths.

If all the major civilizations in the Transformers universe—including the Cybertronians—were merely pawns in a grand design laid out by Primus,

then what about Universal Megacorp, which was now conquering the multiverse?

Could they, too, be acting under the guidance of some outer-realm deity?

Could all their actions have been predetermined by an even greater scheme?

And what kind of divine being would it take to manipulate a force as vast as Universal Megacorp?

What if the power behind them was even more terrifying than Primus himself?

Truth be told, Li Ang had considered these same fears long before Chisaji Fox ever voiced them.

But as for the actual truth, they would have to wait for the [Infinite Divine Engine] megastructure to fully unlock. Only then might they uncover part of the answer.

Before Chisaji Fox could speak again, Alt Cunningham picked up where Li Ang left off and added:

> "To Primus, the Cybertronians like Sentinel no longer hold any real value. Even if they were completely wiped out, it wouldn't matter in the slightest."

> "He's already fired off a distress beacon to the Creator Civilization—he's clearly preparing for a last-ditch effort."

From Primus's point of view, Sentinel was nothing more than a rebellious disgrace. If he had even a sliver of strength left, the first thing he'd do is obliterate this "traitorous guide," not grant him advanced tech to help revive the Cybertronian race.

> "Primus is clearly wary of our presence. His transmission to Quintessa is a sign that he intends to remove us from the equation."

After pondering for a moment, Zuma formally made his suggestion to Li Ang:

> "Boss, we should use the Matrix to restrain Primus before things spiral out of control."

According to current intelligence, Primus's final trump card was the formidable Creator Civilization—a force whose tech was at least on par with the Covenant from Halo.

So, before this full-scale war broke out, they should preemptively plug him into the Matrix and forcibly imprison him—before Quintessa had the chance to lead an assault on Cybertron.

Zuma's proposal was met with broad support from both the scientific and military leadership present.

> "Whether or not the Creator Civilization responds to his signal, we should still prepare for war—and aim to defeat Quintessa's forces in a single blow!"

Jack Wells added in his usual gruff tone. Winning the first battle in any real-world war always boosts morale—hugely.

In the eyes of many, the Creator Civilization now ruled as the dominant, godlike force in the Transformers universe.

Calling them "demigods" would hardly be exaggeration.

If Universal Megacorp's expeditionary fleet could catch them off guard with a crushing first strike,

the Creator Civilization's upper ranks might seriously consider entering a cooperative alliance instead.

After all, with Primus barely clinging to life, a leadership reshuffle wouldn't be hard.

Among the Creator Civilization, the only faction truly aligned with him was Quintessa's.

In fact, even in the Transformers, Quintessa had always been rather isolated within the Creator Civilization, often pushing her agenda alone.

The rest of the upper leadership seemed indifferent to Primus's fate—or even actively opposed to his revival.

> "Back on Earth, Quintessa left behind the Twelve Knights… yet every last one of them betrayed her. I doubt they had the courage or power to defy their creator unaided."

> "Maybe someone within the Creator Civilization wanted the revival plan to fail."

At this point, Johnny Silverhand—the Iron Hand Battle Group's second-in-command and military strategist—voiced his thoughts as well.

Like Jack, he didn't believe the Creator Civilization was as untouchable as they seemed.

In fact, if conflict did erupt, Universal Megacorp stood a real chance of winning.

After all, their enemy wasn't exactly united.

Li Ang smiled approvingly at the insights from Johnny and Jack.

After years of hard fighting in the Halo universe, their growth was undeniable.

Truth be told, much of what they said was accurate.

Quintessa, despite being a nominal leader of the Creator Civilization, was now effectively powerless.

Put politely, she "lacked authority." Put bluntly—she'd been sidelined.

In the movies, when Cybertron was torn apart by the collapse of the Space Bridge, it was Quintessa who decided to drain Earth's energy to repair it.

Yet despite the stakes, she was forced to act almost entirely alone.

That in itself showed she had lost control over the other Creator leaders. The Civilization's internal direction had seriously diverged.

Quintessa wanted to revive Primus, inherit divine authority, and become his right-hand disciple—creating a cosmic legend of salvation.

But the others? They saw no point in resurrecting a half-dead god.

They already understood every operational process of the Transformers universe; they'd managed the franchise for billions of years.

They knew exactly how to "play god." Why couldn't they strike out on their own?

> "So you're saying," Dr. Halsey murmured while stroking her chin, "that this war might really be a one-on-one against Quintessa… while the rest of the Creator Civilization sits back and watches?"

That was good news for Universal Megacorp.

It meant they had a window to attempt peaceful negotiation with the broader Creator forces.

> "That's still just an early hypothesis," Alt Cunningham noted coldly. "But no matter what, the outcome of this battle will determine their stance."

Privately, Cunningham had no intention of being treated as an equal by the Creator Civilization.

He wanted to beat them into submission—to make them into Universal Megacorp's version of the Covenant from Halo.

But this would be no easy task. Unlike the Covenant, the Creator Civilization already had demigod-tier power.

To make them bow, Universal Megacorp would have to demonstrate god-tier technology.

Antimatter cloud mines, neutron-kill purifiers, cosmic microwave halo arrays—

every weapon they could deploy had to be used. No holding back.

> "Everyone, the Creators are a silicon-based civilization. They possess an enormous knowledge vault," Li Ang reminded the scientists.

The tech they've accumulated wasn't granted by a deity.

It was earned over billions of years of acting as a cosmic contractor—true experiential mastery.

If Primus's divine abilities could be likened to innate, overpowering force…

Then the Creators' skills were practical, efficient, and replicable—refined over eons of administration.

Each technique was documented, testable, and trainable.

No, they couldn't fully replicate Primus's raw cosmic might.

But their sheer variety made up for it. Even if they only had a downgraded version of "Space Folding," it could still be used for traversal.

And this immense repository of earned knowledge was why the Creators could defy their own god.

Had they not mastered these technologies already, they'd never have dared go rogue.

Now, with enough tech under their belt, all they needed was time to refine it.

Given a few more billion years of polish, even Primus's peak power might be within reach.

Why be a second-in-command… when they could become gods themselves?

This also explained why the Creator Civilization had shown no interest in exploring Cybertron or recovering Primus's technology.

They didn't need to. Most of his secrets—they already had, albeit in weaker form.

Sure, they lacked finesse, but the tools worked.

That's why, even though reviving Primus should've been easy, they dragged their feet for so long—

because many of them didn't want him revived.

They just kept stalling Quintessa…

until now, when their delay tactics accidentally summoned a true eldritch threat: Universal Megacorp!

Li Ang's final remarks sparked a light in the eyes of every head researcher in the room.

If they could capture Quintessa and extract even a fraction of her tech,

it would be far faster—and far simpler—than reverse-engineering Primus's ancient system.

After all, these researchers were top-tier minds from countless human civilizations across the multiverse.

Their IQs were humanity's pinnacle—but even geniuses knew: not all geniuses are equal.

To them, Primus was like an unreachable techno-god, comprehending arcane systems with divine ease.

Trying to follow in his footsteps was like a low-level cultivator trying to master a heaven-grade technique—

they could barely get it to work, and might even injure themselves trying.

In every field of knowledge, the most legendary works came from the hands of rare, world-defining minds.

And the most impactful innovations were often the result of genius intuition, not brute effort.

Universal Megacorp's research division, even with its vast resources, had only managed to decipher a small portion of the Halo universe's data trove—

and the Halo tech was way more structured than Primus's divine-tech mess.

By contrast, the Creator Civilization's tech was grounded in engineering—experimental, tested, and scalable.

If they could snatch some of it…

Then even a simplified version of Primus's techniques would be within reach—saving years of wasted effort.

And in that moment, every scientist in the room looked at Quintessa's image on the holo-display—

as if they were staring at a glittering mountain of stolen treasure..

As long as they could take down the opposition, they could extract ready-made technological breakthroughs from them!

  …

  …

  Zzzzt—!

  In the distant depths of a star system, aboard a crescent-shaped vessel suspended near the edge of a massive star, Quintessa—whose entire body was composed of metallic matter—suddenly sensed a signal notification.

  She paused her current task and turned her attention to the central console to verify whether a special transmission had been received.

  'Those old fossils are in trouble again… here to beg for my help?'

  Quintessa mused silently.

  At present, she had already parted ways with the Creator Civilization. Having temporarily left the organization, she had established her own private studio.

  Her main business included custom genetic code commissions for sentient species, full-species development contracts, and universal gene modification services.

  In short, anything related to lifeforms—she could handle it. Because in the Transformers universe, Quintessa was the foremost authority in genetic engineering!

  Back in ancient times, when the Primus and Unicron were locked in a competition over who could seed the cosmos with more life, Unicron was still laboring away with brute force, while the Primus had already outsourced the job to a third-party team.

  The first sentient race the Primus created was the Creator Civilization, which he used as hired hands to spread life throughout the universe.

  In essence, the earliest Creator Civilization was nothing more than the Primus's outsourced contractors—unlike Megatronus, who was a properly ranked field commander with a formal post.

  However, even though Quintessa lacked formal "status," her professional skill and experience were in no way inferior to any official operative.

  Virtually every sentient species across the Transformers universe bore her handiwork in some form. Calling her the "Goddess Nuwa" of this cosmos would not be an exaggeration.

  But now, unable to reach a consensus with the Creator Civilization's leadership on resurrecting the Primus, Quintessa stormed out and started her own independent studio.

  As a result, all lifeform-creation projects across the Transformers universe came to a standstill. Countless civilizations began evolving unchecked, beyond the Creator Civilization's oversight.

  Take humanity in the Solar System, for instance—they were a product of this unsupervised evolutionary chaos.

  Unless the problem was truly catastrophic, the upper echelons of the Creator Civilization would never humble themselves to ask Quintessa for "technical aid."

  But the reality was, in the realm of life sciences, Quintessa held absolute authority. In fact, she had embedded backdoors in the genetic code of most sentient races.

  If she so desired, she could activate and control the living beings of countless civilizations at will.

  At this point, Quintessa had been away from the Creator Civilization for tens of millions of years. Their communication was rare and generally only occurred when they needed help solving some scientific disaster.

  And every time she handled such a crisis, she would shamelessly extort the Creator Civilization for prime stellar systems and rare cosmic resources.

  Now, tensions between them had reached a breaking point, and it had been a long time since she'd received any contact.

  "Heh. Looks like without me, those old fools can't clean up their own mess."

  Quintessa waved her hand, projecting the incoming message onto a floating holographic screen. Dazzling rays of light shimmered with her every motion.

  At her level—as a Nuwa-class deity—her technology already bordered on what could only be described as magic.

  But once she saw the contents of the transmission, her previously dismissive expression darkened. This was an emergency SOS—sent by the Primus himself!

  Before falling into hibernation, the Primus had agreed with Quintessa to use the Solar System's coordinates as a beacon for emergency calls.

  The message meant only one thing: the Primus was nearing collapse. He urgently needed to absorb Unicron's remains to forcefully awaken—starting with refining the corpse in the Solar System!

  The distress signal was encoded with spacetime-modulating frequencies that could span the entire Milky Way—one reason Quintessa had stationed herself at the galaxy's edge.

  "Why…? How could any species in the Milky Way pose a threat to the Primus?!"

  After double- and triple-checking the message's origin and contents, Quintessa remained baffled.

  Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any advanced civilizations in the Milky Way at this point in time. Even the Cybertronians wouldn't be capable of endangering the Primus.

  Over the years, while Quintessa had stopped clocking in to oversee the universal life-seeding projects—causing some star systems to grow wild—she had always paid close attention to the Milky Way.

  After all, it was her master's resting place. She was responsible for safeguarding his remains.

  "Could it be the Transformers on Cybertron? Even if a civil war broke out, it shouldn't be enough to trigger such a desperate call for help."

  After a moment of serious contemplation, she could only conclude that a powerful civilization—outside the current era's known species—had emerged in the Milky Way and targeted Cybertron.

  One possibility was the return of the Quintesson civilization or something equivalent!

  "Scourge, gather all the Hellfire forces and summon every interstellar mercenary legion. Tell them—we've got a big job."

  Without delay, Quintessa issued a command to her subordinate, Scourge, instructing him to begin mobilizing for a campaign starting at Cybertron—and ending with a detonation of Earth.

  "As you command!"

  Not far away, a heavily built Transformer responded affirmatively. As Quintessa's personal bodyguard, he commanded six elite Infernal Transformers.

  They were her most loyal and formidable inner circle—each vastly superior in combat power to standard Cybertronians.

  The mercenary army they were summoning was composed of rogue Transformers from various civilizations—some from Cybertron, others from distant galaxies—but all of them were born of Quintessa's craft.

  Though she hadn't raised many direct troops of her own, Quintessa could easily assemble a vast star fleet anytime she chose.

  From warships forged from giant Transformers, to elite ground soldiers—everything could be conjured at a snap of her fingers.

  And all she had to offer in return was a few casual repairs to their bodies—or core maintenance work.

  "Perfect. I'll use this opportunity to revive the Primus once and for all—and show those ungrateful traitors that betrayal will never go unpunished."

  A glint of metallic light flashed in Quintessa's eyes. Years of back-and-forth with the Creator Civilization had worn her patience thin.

  Now—it was time for reckoning!

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  …

  Elsewhere,Universal Megacorp had completed its preliminary exploration of Cybertron.

  After dispatching personnel to connect the Primus's consciousness to the Matrix, Li Ang had arranged for both Optimus Prime and Megatron—leaders of the Autobots and Decepticons respectively—to rendezvous with the Cybertronians.

  The plan was to relocate all Transformers to the Solar System. There, the Megacorp would establish forward bases on the Moon and Mars as temporary settlements for Cybertronians.

  In addition, with technological assistance from Megacorp, Earth's nations had rapidly stepped into the interstellar era. Countless space elevators were rising skyward.

  Advanced fabrication facilities were swiftly replacing outdated manufacturing zones.

  Previously, the American government had attempted to resist Megacorp. But just as Li Ang had predicted, former president Barrack was forcibly overthrown and imprisoned in a military coup.

  His successor, President Galloway, fully supported Megacorp's operations and actively rallied other world governments to cooperate.

  All these changes had taken place in just over one hundred days since the first Global Conference was held!

  In barely three months, Li Ang had led Megacorp to unify Earth without breaking a sweat.

  Had they used brute-force suppression, the world would now be in chaos—far from the current reality of collective unity and purpose.

  At this moment, with Phase Three of the integration plan completed, Universal Megacorp was holding a high-level internal meeting.

  The agenda: a brief review of the unification progress over the past three months, a summary of Cybertron and Solar System integration results…

  …and a presentation by the Research Division on the technological advancements acquired from the Transformers universe.

  Leading that presentation was none other than Chisaji Fox —the field operative who had experienced everything firsthand.

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