Location: Void-Spear Citadel, Orbit of Asphodel Rex
The bridge of the Void-Spear Citadel pulsed with energy drawn from ten stolen timelines. A throne forged from the obsidian remains of Chrono-Seraphs sat at the core of the command chamber. Upon it sat Zane Eternal, cloaked in a shimmering mantle of viral-flesh and stardust armor, his eyes radiating data-streams, calculations, and visions of war yet to be.
In front of him, a hexagonal holographic sphere displayed Universe Sector Rick-10, a massive dimensional region known for its diversity, power struggles, magical dominance, and resistance.
It was filled with rogue Ricks, magical empires, rebel Morty enclaves, and at its center, the mystical world of Magedom-Eterna — the throneworld of cosmic mages who ruled reality not with logic, but with spells carved from the bones of the multiverse itself.
Zane leaned forward, his voice calm, deep, and absolute:
"Eris. Full takeover of Universe Sector Rick-10. I want it all."
Eris: "Acknowledged. Beginning Tactical Interlock Protocol. Shall I render the sector Non-Portable?"
"Affirmative. Seal it. Not even gods will escape."
Eris: "Implanting dimensional deadlock. Locking universe. All portals, wormholes, leyline corridors, time-jumps, and divine gates are now nullified. Sector Rick-10 is now officially non-portable."
A low rumble echoed across the Citadel as a cascading lockwave spread across the dimension. Portals slammed shut. Escape routes imploded. Rick-10 became a cage — with Zane as its warden.
Stage One: The Invasion of Magedom-Eterna
A hundred thousand Void-Class Warships cracked into the sector like fangs. They did not orbit. They descended.
Zane's Space Marines Zeta Core descended from orbital burn-pods, raining down on flying continents. Their armor shined with runes burned into them by Zane's own god-virus.
Spartan soldiers marched through enchanted forests, crushing beast-spirits and absorbing their essences.
Null Hive Titans, kilometers tall, were dropped from reality-slicers and tore apart magic fortresses with mandibles enchanted with anti-magic fields.
Zane descended personally into the capital tower of Magedom-Eterna, where Archmage Solonax awaited.
The Final Duel of Magic and Virus
Solonax: "You're mad. This world is ruled by ancient pacts, forged in fire and astral blood! You cannot enslave magic itself! It is chaos! It is freedom! It is beyond you!"
Zane stepped through a wall of holy fire unscathed, his virus-infused body drinking the flames.
"Freedom is a lie. Chaos is an excuse.
Magic is code. And I am the system rewrite."
He lifted a hand.
From his palm, a spear of pure unlogic, crafted from spell fragments and virus algorithms, launched forward and impaled Solonax, absorbing every spell the old man had ever cast. Solonax dissolved into stardust, and the Citadel of Mages fell to its knees.
Sector Rick-10: Fully Assimilated
With Magedom-Eterna shattered, Zane completed the occupation of the entire sector. Cities bent the knee. Gods were harvested. Morty uprisings were assimilated or annihilated.
Eris: "Sector Rick-10 is now under full control. No escape possible. No resistance detected. All magical artifacts have been broken, consumed, or rewritten."
Zane stood atop the ruins of the mage citadel, looking out across the sky — now filled with Zanite banners and orbital facilities.
"Now we build."
Phase Two: Industrial Ascendance
Zane issued a new wave of commands:
"Begin sector-wide planetary terraforming. I want Clone Planets. I want Factories. I want military worlds and black-void shipyards in every star system. And I want them to build the future."
Self-Made Infrastructure across Rick-10
1. Clone Planets:
500 new clone worlds constructed across Rick-10.
Bio-self-replicating cores allow them to evolve and expand naturally.
Each produces 10 billion Zanites per 5 days, integrated with viral potential, and self-selective mutation libraries.
2. Mega Space Military Planets:
Fortified worlds with built-in defense AI cores, orbital cannon rings, and automated Spartan garrisons.
Serve as launching points for invasions, weapons testing, and super soldier training.
Blacksite Vaults constructed to store magical relics and harness forbidden energies.
3. Mega Space Factories:
Planet-sized, self-evolving factories capable of manufacturing not just weapons — but entire wars.
Include Nano-Foundries, Dark Plasma Refineries, and Chrono-Forge Loops.
4. Mega Shipyards:
Ship Factories orbiting collapsed stars and dark suns, feeding on them for fuel.
Produce millions of ships per day of six sizes and classes:
Ship Classes
Scalebreakers – Small, fast, atmospheric warships.
Voidstingers – Stealth and infiltration vessels.
Oblivion Harbingers – Mid-size, brutal offense-focused ships.
Sovereign Slayers – Large fleet-command ships with AI symbiotes.
Chrono Leviathans – Gigantic, dimension-bending warships.
Planet Eaters – Sentient megaships the size of moons, used to destroy or consume worlds.
Each ship integrated with virus-fueled AI and technopath-enhanced systems, responding instantly to Zane's mind.
New District Divisions
Military District:
Titanblood Corps – Giant Zanite soldiers with mountain-sized armor.
Hellpulse Division – Experimental psionic warfare units.
Infectors – Elite warriors deployed to release controlled viral storms on enemy civilizations.
Navy District:
Galactic Thorns – Specialized in sector-wide fleet sieges.
Darktide Armada – Focused on dimensional breach operations.
Iron Veil Wings – Defensive net fleets tasked with defending all Zane-controlled sectors.
Each new division operated independently but under Eris' central war-mind — directly reporting to Zane through his neural throne.
Zane's Address to the Empire
From the core of Rick-10's star, now converted into a massive broadcasting beacon, Zane appeared to his entire empire — trillions of Zanites, insects, Spartans, voidmarines, and machines bowed as his voice rumbled like thunder across reality.
"This sector was a battlefield. Now it is a forge.
The gods here believed they were unbreakable. But they forgot one law: Nothing is eternal that cannot evolve.
And I… am eternal.
Prepare the next target. We are done here."
Eris: "Coordinates locked for Universe Sector 0-Zero: The Origin Zone. Awaiting confirmation."
"Good. The multiverse began there. It will kneel there next."