The echoes of chaos within the Tokyo Area slowly faded, replaced by a heavy silence that blanketed the entire region. The golden light of Takumi's Herrscher of Finality still lingered in the air, an oppressive reminder that the era of hesitation had ended—and the era of absolute authority had begun.
Takumi stood atop the shattered military headquarters, his gaze sweeping across the ruined skyline. What had once been a tightly governed district was now a broken carcass of fear, trembling beneath his power. But this was only temporary. For Takumi, destruction was merely the first step.
The next would be creation.
Behind him, Saint Tenko knelt silently, still trembling from witnessing the merciless fates of the officers moments earlier. Her emotions were a swirl of fear, confusion, and something she tried desperately to suppress—hope. Because despite the horror, Takumi was the first person with enough power to truly challenge the injustice that had suffocated the Cursed Children.
And somewhere inside her, she knew he wasn't finished.
"System," Takumi called out in his mind. "Status. Civilization expansion protocols. Begin preparation."
A mechanical chime resonated weightlessly in his consciousness.
[Civilization System Online]
[Herrscher Core Synchronization: Complete]
[Dimensional City Blueprint Module: Unlocked]
Takumi smirked.
"It's time."
The Birth of a Nation
A massive magic circle formed beneath Takumi as data panels unfolded around him, projecting shimmering holographic blueprints into the sky. Saint Tenko shielded her eyes, startled.
"W–What are you doing?" she asked.
Takumi didn't bother turning.
"Building a country."
She froze.
"W-what…?"
"Not a country like this rotting place," Takumi continued. "A nation that spans dimensions. A home where the Cursed Children will never suffer again. A civilization shaped by Finality itself."
The circle expanded further, its runes shifting in patterns beyond human comprehension. Then the earth shook.
Countless monoliths—sleek, obsidian structures with glowing gold lines—erupted from the ground across the Tokyo perimeter. They rose like pillars heralding the dawn of a new empire.
Saint Tenko's breath caught.
"This… this isn't possible. Even Gastrea barriers don't look like this."
"They aren't barriers," Takumi corrected. "They are anchors. Foundations for the Dimensional City."
In the sky, a colossal hologram materialized—a city floating above a fractal landscape of pristine white towers, luminous bridges, and shifting platforms that obeyed psychic command.
Saint Tenko recognized none of the technology.
Takumi recognized all of it.
"It's beautiful," she whispered despite herself.
"It's only the beginning."
Arrival of the Commanders
Benimaru and Rengoku reached the central district just as the last monolith embedded itself into the earth. Soldiers fled at the sight of them—the crimson demon and the flame pillar—two figures who were legends even before Takumi summoned them.
Benimaru grinned when he spotted Takumi.
"Lord Takumi! It seems the preparations have begun earlier than expected."
Rengoku bowed deeply. "We await your next command."
Saint Tenko looked at the two commanders, her confusion deepening. Their loyalty wasn't forced—not like the military officers who quivered in fear. These two offered respect willingly, reverently.
Takumi nodded slightly.
"Kurut should be arriving shortly with the Cursed Children rescued from the perimeter. Once they're secured, we begin the migration protocol."
Benimaru stepped forward, flame-like energy flickering around him.
"The dimensional coordinates have stabilized. We can open the gate anytime."
"Good," Takumi said. "But I won't move the children yet. Not until the city is properly anchored into this world."
"Understood."
Rengoku cast a glance toward Saint Tenko.
"And her?"
"Useful," Takumi replied simply. "She stays."
Saint Tenko felt both relief and unease.
The Turning Point
Just as Takumi prepared to expand the next blueprint layer, a sudden tremor rippled across the sky. Cracks of red energy tore the clouds apart.
Rengoku instantly unsheathed his blade. Benimaru's flames surged.
A familiar silhouette stepped out from the distortion—a figure with silver-blue hair and a deceptively soft smile.
Saint Tenko gasped. "Is that… Rimuru Tempest?"
Takumi narrowed his eyes.
"You're early."
Rimuru shrugged casually. "You've been shaking the entire region with your power. Hard not to notice."
Takumi recalled Rimuru's status: formerly male in a previous life, uninterested in men, an awakened Demon Lord whose presence even the system acknowledged as an anomaly.
Rimuru glanced at the golden monoliths forming a lattice across the city.
"So you're building your own civilization? Sounds fun."
"It's not for fun," Takumi replied. "It's justice."
Rimuru hummed thoughtfully.
"I see. Well, I'm not here to stop you. I actually came to offer something."
Takumi raised an eyebrow. "And what's that?"
Rimuru extended a glowing cube.
"A dimensional-energy stabilizer. You're building something insanely huge—bigger than most nations even in my world. Without this, the dimensional stress will tear Tokyo apart."
Saint Tenko's eyes widened.
Rimuru smiled. "Relax. I'm not your enemy. I don't hurt kids. And I can't stand watching injustice either."
Takumi accepted the cube.
"Fine. You can help."
Rimuru blinked.
"…I didn't expect you to agree so fast."
Takumi smirked.
"You're not my enemy. And anyone who harms kids is. That makes you useful."
Rimuru groaned. "Why does that sound more like an insult…"
Benimaru laughed. "Lord Rimuru, that's just how Lord Takumi speaks."
Dimensional Gate Activation
The next phase came quickly.
Takumi raised the stabilizer cube. Golden light flooded the sky as it merged with the Herrscher core inside him.
[Dimensional Anchor: Stabilized]
[City Materialization: 42%]
The sky split open.
Behind the rift lay the silhouette of the Dimensional City—floating, impossibly vast, and pulsing with golden radiance.
Saint Tenko fell to her knees, overwhelmed by its sheer scale.
Rengoku whispered, "Magnificent…"
Benimaru crossed his arms proudly. "This will be the capital of a new empire."
Rimuru grinned.
"Not bad. You might surpass some Demon Lords at this rate."
Takumi lifted his hand.
Thousands of luminous chains shot outward, linking Tokyo's monoliths to the floating city.
The ground rumbled.
Mountains bent.
Reality itself warped.
[Dimensional Synchronization: 70%… 85%… 97%…]
Saint Tenko shouted over the roaring wind: "Takumi! The city—what will you name it?!"
For a moment, the Herrscher of Finality paused.
Then he answered:
"Finalis."
A city born from Finality.
A sanctuary for the rejected.
A kingdom that would rise above all dimensions.
The sky blazed gold.
[Synchronization Complete]
The world trembled as Finalis City descended softly into place above Tokyo, its shadow stretching across the land.
The Dimensional Empire had begun.
And Takumi—Herrscher of Finality, bearer of a civilization system—had taken his first true step toward reshaping the fate of this world.
"Saint Tenko," he said quietly.
She flinched. "Y-yes?"
"Prepare the announcement."
She blinked. "Announcement?"
Takumi's golden eyes glowed.
"I'm declaring the birth of my empire. And everyone—human, cursed, or otherwise—will hear it."
Rimuru chuckled. "This is going to be chaos."
Takumi grinned.
"Good. I thrive in chaos."