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POV: Marcus Augustus Victor
The rift stabilized mid-orbit, a wound in the stars that pulsed like a heartbeat.
From his throne within the interdimensional bridge chamber, Marcus watched the readings pour in. The Attack on Titan world shimmered on the displays like a dying animal—broken cities, Titan-infested wilderness, and desperate humans hiding behind stone and lies.
> "Primitive. Desperate. Ideologically fractured. Perfect."
Raphael responded calmly:
> [Confirmed: Timeline match—Year 845. Wall Maria stands. Titan breach imminent.]
> [Estimated survival rate of native civilization: 9% without intervention.]
> "Then we intervene."
He stood from his throne, donned his warcoat, and opened a direct line to his generals.
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POV: War Room – Solheim Capital
Albedo, Demiurge, Cocytus, and Shalltear stood at the four corners of a dimensional interface map.
The image showed a world bent inward by suffering.
> "Another world?" Albedo asked, smiling with bloodthirst.
> "One ruled by monsters without minds," Marcus replied. "But ripe for cleansing."
Demiurge adjusted his glasses.
> "A world ruled by fear. Perfect for ideological conversion."
> "Indeed," Marcus said. "The people suffer behind walls. Cowed by beasts. Abandoned by false leaders. They will welcome true rule."
> "Shall we deploy a full force?" Cocytus asked.
Marcus shook his head.
> "No. We send a strike team first. A symbol. A message. And a reminder…"
He tapped a glowing rune.
> "That freedom is no longer optional."
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POV: Jackson Alpha
Jackson Alpha stood in the transit deck, gearing up.
New equipment: Titan-slaying sabots—12-gauge slugs laced with anti-flesh magic.
A black cloak.
A voice amplifier rig that would project propaganda directly into the ears of all living things within 500 meters.
He locked the final magazine into place.
> "Targets are tall, dumb, and nude."
Jackson Bravo muttered, "Just like the comment section."
> "Mission goal?"
> "Introduce democracy. Using shotguns."
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POV: Commander Erwin Smith – Wall Rose Outpost
Erwin stood beside a scouting tower, eyes scanning the treeline.
Something felt wrong.
Not Titan-wrong. Worse.
A low hum vibrated the air.
> "Hange," he called, "do you hear—?"
The sky cracked.
A golden ring tore open the sky above Wall Maria.
And from it descended four black figures.
No wings. No 3D gear.
Just guns. Capes. And presence.
One raised his arm.
> "Greetings, oppressed civilians," came the voice, layered in divine clarity.
"You are hereby liberated by the Fourth Reich."
> "Democracy is now mandatory."
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POV: Marcus (observing remotely)
He watched the drop from his scrying mirror, sipping wine labeled "TITAN-FREE MERLOT" (he'd had it created in advance).
> "How are they reacting?"
Raphael answered:
> [Fear. Awe. Confusion. Erwin Smith: calculating. Hange Zoe: intrigued. Levi Ackerman: hostile. Eren Yeager: traumatized.]
> "Perfect. Let's give them a show."
He flipped a rune.
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POV: Jackson Bravo – Streets of Shiganshina
Titans flooded the street. The air stank of blood and crushed stone.
A 10-meter aberrant roared as it reached for a screaming child.
Jackson Bravo fired once.
Boom.
The Titan's head detonated. Its body sagged in slow-motion before vanishing into steaming ash.
The child blinked.
> "Who… who are you?"
Bravo reloaded. "We're your new neighbors."
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POV: Eren Yeager – Hidden in Rubble
He stared at the black-armored gods as they walked past the ruins of his home.
One of them shot a Titan square in the chest.
It didn't die.
So the soldier ran up its arm, placed a grenade on the nape, and jumped off mid-air.
Boom.
The head exploded like a watermelon under divine judgment.
Eren's eyes filled with tears.
> "They… killed it. So easily."
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POV: Marcus
He finally stepped through the rift.
Landing softly atop the remains of Wall Maria, wings folded, cloak trailing behind him like a royal flag.
He stared across the burning horizon.
Titans. Screaming. Smoke.
> "I give this world one year."
> "Then it will no longer be ruled by monsters…"
His eyes narrowed.
> "…but by me."
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POV: Levi Ackerman – Eastern Forest
He didn't know what these things were. But they moved fast. Too fast.
And they talked like nobles, but killed like gods.
He pressed himself against a tree, heart pounding.
> "One of them vaporized a Titan with a shotgun."
He saw Marcus descend in the distance.
And he whispered:
> "That's no Scout. That's a devil."
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POV: Armin Arlert
He stood at the edge of a field, notebook in hand, brain burning.
> "This isn't technology. This isn't magic. It's… something else."
A flyer fell from the sky, glowing faintly:
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> People of Paradis:
The time of hiding is over.
The age of walls is dead.
You will be protected. You will be uplifted.
But only if you serve.
Marcus Augustus Victor,
Emperor of the Fourth Reich
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Armin looked up as a giant shadow passed over him. Not a Titan.
A flying obsidian temple.
And beneath it: the Reich had landed.
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