POV: Marcus Augustus Victor
The throne room of Solheim—the black-spired capital of the newly Reichified Shiganshina—was unusually quiet. Marcus sat at the apex of a twenty-meter dais shaped like an eagle with its wings stretched to embrace the room. His throne pulsed with multiversal energy, subtle and omniscient.
All around him, monitors displayed Paradis: zones under construction, populations being sorted into class-simulation units, and rows of children reciting the new creed:
> "I am free because I obey. I obey because I am enlightened."
A smile tugged at the edge of Marcus's lips.
> "Raphael. Status?"
> [Civic compliance at 76%. Resistance pockets reduced by 12% overnight. Jackson Alpha executed three traitor mayors with explosive sermon rounds.]
> [Also: Mini Albedo is requesting her first official field operation.]
Marcus closed his eyes and nodded once.
> "Approve her mission. Assign Shalltear as her mentor. I want chaos with a perfume finish."
> [Confirmed. Deploying them to Sector R-13: Former Marleyan spy camp turned bakery. Resistance expected.]
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POV: Mini Albedo
She stood on the drop deck of a sleek black shuttle, adjusting her war-skirt with unholy precision. Her twin short blades shimmered with soul-encoded runes. On her back? A plushie-sized rocket launcher named "Freedom Deliv-R-Us."
Her helmet bore her insignia—a snarling chibi bat cradling a heart-shaped grenade.
She reached out and tightened the straps on her ammo belt, which contained an assortment of tiny, horrifying tools: glittery soul-chains, knockout bubblegum, and a single vial labeled "Toxic Moe."
Shalltear floated nearby, upside down, spinning lazily through the air like a vampire-shaped torpedo of disdain.
> "You sure you're ready, little bat?"
Mini Albedo cracked her knuckles.
> "Papi trained me with war-crimes and bedtime stories. I'm overqualified."
The shuttle dropped.
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POV: Marleyan Resistance Leader – Bren
> "No! We detonate at 1300 sharp. Once the Reich sends their patrol—"
He paused.
A silhouette hit the earth with a shockwave that knocked the cart sideways. Debris flew. A pink missile shot from the dust, landed in the center of the crowd, and beeped.
> "What's that?"
BOOM.
When the smoke cleared, every insurgent was on their knees, eyes dilated, drooling.
The bomb? Gone.
Mini Albedo stood atop the smoking cart, rocket launcher resting on her shoulder.
> "That was a Freedom Dose™. Sleep it off, beta boys."
She walked between the groaning rebels, placing a sticker on each forehead. The sticker read:
> "I got reformed by Papi's Chosen and all I got was this enhanced mental stability."
Behind her, Shalltear clapped slowly.
> "Your chaos is... delightful."
Mini Albedo grinned.
> "Wait until they see what I left in the bakery."
A faint ticking sound echoed from inside.
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POV: Levi Ackerman
He watched the whole thing from a rooftop.
He had seen monsters, traitors, Titans.
But never had he seen a pink war-goblin decapitate a rebel, lick her blade, then compliment a child on her jacket in the same minute.
> "Nope," he muttered. "I'm done."
Behind him, a plushie tapped his leg.
> "Supreme Papa says it's Hug Time."
Levi screamed.
He jumped, slapped it midair, only for it to reform mid-spin with a "HUG DENIED" badge attached to its chest.
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POV: Marcus (Monitoring Room)
> [Mini Albedo's performance exceeded expectations. Shalltear reported "acceptable levels of chaos."]
> [Note: Bakery has been converted into a propaganda cake shop. Patrons receive edible manifestos with every muffin.]
He took a long sip of Democracy Cola.
> "Perfect. Phase 2 begins tomorrow."
He leaned back.
> "We give Eren his first real taste of faith."
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POV: Eren Yeager – Freedom Indoctrination Center
He sat in a reinforced leather chair inside a glowing white room labeled "Freedom Dome: Level 1." Holograms of Marcus surrounded him, floating in casual poses—reading, fighting Titans, or patting Mini Albedo on the head.
A drone hovered overhead, broadcasting soothing piano music.
> "Hello, Eren. This is not brainwashing. It's mind moisturization."
Eren blinked slowly. His rage felt… muted.
A small bot rolled up and placed a cookie in his hand. Frosting read: *"Obedience = Peace of Mind."
> "I'm going to kill him. Eventually. Maybe."
Another drone responded:
> "Excellent. That means the therapy is working."
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POV: Marcus
He opened a file labeled "Project Death Pixie: Progress Report".
Inside were mission logs, pictures of Mini Albedo covered in sugar and rebel blood, and a note that read:
> *"I want a pony. But one that explodes. Love, Mini A."
He smiled, leaned back, and spoke aloud:
> "Raphael. Prepare Levi's simulation room. Let's see how many talking plushies it takes to break a myth."
And across Paradis, the Reich prepared for tomorrow—where freedom was delivered via plush, bullets, and affection-triggered neural resets.
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