[The sensory abyss of Slaanesh, the bloody arena of Khorne, the rotting garden of Nurgle...]
[If the first three Loki represent a certain extreme of human emotional and physical corruption, then the one you are about to see next targets the very foundation upon which human civilization is built—knowledge, hope, and progress.]
[He never resorts to pure violence, nor does He care for the sinking of the senses, much less the fading of life.]
[He is the ultimate puppeteer hidden behind the scenes, plucking the strings of all things. He is the whispering conspiracy, the shifting destiny, the most precise splash of cold water that arrives the moment hope is ignited.]
[He is Tzeentch, also known as the "Lord of Change" and the "Weaver of Destiny."]
The images on the screen have no fixed form.
At times, it is an infinitely extending labyrinth made of pure crystal, where every crystalline wall reflects a different, possible future;
At other times, it is an impossible fortress burning with nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine types of magic flames;
And at others, it transforms into an ocean of knowledge composed of countless screaming volumes and whispering runes.
In the center of this ever-changing scene, an existence that cannot be looked upon directly sits upon an invisible throne.
He has no fixed appearance; any intelligent life that attempts to comprehend His form will have their brain boil on the spot from receiving infinite, self-contradictory information, turning into a puddle of molten wax.
[Tzeentch is the most intelligent and fickle among the four Great Chaos Loki.]
[His domain is change, conspiracy, hope, and magic.]
[He is the patron god of all those who seek to change the status quo, who thirst for knowledge, and who harbor ambition.]
[But He is also a collection of contradictions.]
[He yearns to achieve ultimate victory through schemes and intrigue, but He is even more intoxicated by the infinitely changing process of the conspiracy itself.]
[Therefore, His plans are always interconnected, yet the final link is often subverted by another grander plan that also originated from His own hand.]
[He is His own opponent, His own greatest enemy. Change is His only eternal pursuit.]
[Among all the Loki, Tzeentch is the one who causes the most harm to humanity, especially to those with wisdom and ambition.]
[Because He never forces you to fall; He simply... enlightens you.]
A scene appears on the screen: a highly developed human colony Planet, where scientists are distressed because a new type of plasma engine cannot break through its energy limit.
[Imagine a genius physicist who, after countless late nights of failure, accidentally discovers a fragmented paper on high-dimensional energy application signed by "The Nameless One" in an ancient network ruin.]
[He simply read it.]
...[He understood those never-before-seen formulas and comprehended those theories that subverted the existing framework of physics.]
[In that moment, he did not feel fear, but an unprecedented, divine-like ecstasy! He thought he had glimpsed the ultimate truth of the Universe.]
[So, he entered that formula into the core of the reactor.]
[The next second, the engine did not erupt with stronger energy. Instead... it came "alive."]
On the screen, the massive plasma engine begins to twist; the metal casing melts, turning into tissue resembling muscle and tendons, while countless eyes and screaming mouths grow savagely from the core of the reactor.
It is no longer a machine, but a living, pain-filled "gate" leading to another dimension.
Screaming demons pour out from it, dragging the entire laboratory, the entire city, and even the entire Planet into the endless madness of the Warp.
[Do you see?]
[Tzeentch's corruption is never forced upon you. He simply gives you a key, a key that can open the door to the desires in your heart.]
[That scientist was not killed by demons; he was killed by his own knowledge.]
[He actively and gleefully turned his own World into a hell, believing until his death that he was ushering in a brand-new, great scientific era.]
[Technology, in Tzeentch's eyes, is just another form of magic. And magic is His most expert game.]
[A perfect piece of code is a miracle of technology to you; to Him, it is a logic virus implanted into reality.]
[An epoch-making genetic technology is a blessing for humanity to you; to Him, it is a palette for reshaping flesh and blood.]
[So this is the terrifying thing about Tzeentch that is different from other Loki; humanity might still be able to circumvent the methods of other Loki through technology.]
[But for Tzeentch, technology is not enough, because you can never be certain whether these technologies came from your own hands or are yet another conspiracy of Tzeentch.]
[This results in a situation in that Universe where any new technological research and development by humanity cannot be used immediately; after being developed, it often requires one or two hundred years of verification before it can be officially put into use.]
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Hellsing World:
"Ha... haha... hahahahahaha!"
A burst of uncontrollable, ecstatic laughter, like a worn-out organ, echoed through the cold bridge of the Zeppelin.
The Major, that lover of eternal war whose body was composed of machinery, stood before the massive viewing screen.
On his face, which always wore an innocent smile, the smile now for the first time appeared not as a disguise, but as a pure, soul-deep ecstasy after glimpsing the ultimate art.
He slowly spread his arms like a conductor welcoming a most magnificent and grand symphony.
"Interesting! Too interesting! This is truly... wonderful!" His voice trembled with extreme excitement, filled with childlike joy.
He turned, and on that face that always seemed bloated and ridiculous, there now radiated a nearly divine glow, as if he had seen the most perfect form of war he had pursued all his life.
"Dr.! Captain! Did you see? This is war! This is the Universe! This is the true... art I've dreamed of!"
He pointed at the screen like a preacher proclaiming a newly discovered gospel to his most loyal followers.
"I once praised Khorne's honesty; He purified the violent essence of war into faith—how pure that was!"
"I once despised Slaanesh's hypocrisy; He placed individual sensory enjoyment above the grand narrative of war—what a waste that was!"
"But now I understand... I was wrong, and I was right! I only saw part of war, but this Universe has shown me... all of it!"
The Major's breathing became rapid, and a crazed light flickered in his eyes.
"War is not just axes and bullets! It's not just the collision of will and steel! In this wonderful World, war is... everything!"
"A scientist's thirst for knowledge can be war! A paper, a formula, can be a weapon more destructive than a ten-million-ton class nuclear bomb!"
"It destroys not just a city; it destroys that civilization's entire faith in 'truth' and 'progress'!"
"A politician's ambition can be war!"
"The conspiracies he plots to change the status quo, the promises he makes to achieve victory—all of them may ultimately become the most precise fuse that destroys his own country!"
"Even 'hope' itself is war!"
The Major closed his eyes in intoxication and took a deep breath, as if savoring the finest wine.
"Do you see? In this Universe, survival itself is an eternal, ceaseless, all-encompassing war!"
"Every breath of air you take could be contaminated by Nurgle's plague!"
"Every moment of anger in your heart adds another brick to Khorne's throne!"
"Every pursuit of beauty you have could lead you into Slaanesh's abyss! And every time you think for the sake of 'betterment,' you might be executing Tzeentch's script!"
"Beautiful! Truly beautiful!"
His laughter echoed through the bridge, filled with a martyr-like ecstasy of having found his ultimate destination.
"This is a Universe filled with pure malice toward all life!"
"It uses every means—from body to soul, from reality to dreams—to torture you and destroy you from all directions!"
"It gives you no room to breathe, no illusions of peace! It only gives you one choice—fight! Use everything you have to fight!"
"This is the true, most romantic war! A war against the entire Universe!"
"Here, humans do not fight for conquest or glory; they fight just to stay alive! To avoid being swallowed by this endless malice before the next dawn arrives!"
He looked at the silent Captain beside him, his eyes filled with an unprecedented, burning desire.
"Captain, my dear war dog. I once thought our war with Alucard was the ultimate."
"But now it seems that was nothing more than an elegant duel full of chivalry. But here... here is our true paradise!"
"A World where your enemy is not just the monster before your eyes, but the thoughts in your head, the technology in your hands, the land beneath your feet, and the starry sky you look up to!"
"Here, war is no longer an accompaniment to life; war is life itself!"
"Hahahaha! A World that requires a hundred years to verify every single screw, for fear it might turn into a demon the next second!"
"A World where every technological breakthrough might be digging one's own grave!"
"This forces humanity to throw all their wisdom, all their strength, and all their will into this never-ending war called 'survival'!"
The Major spread his arms and roared to the heavens, his laughter filled with the most sincere and fanatical praise for this dark Universe.
"I love war."
He finally whispered in a near-aria tone, filled with endless intoxication,
"But I never imagined that war itself could be so beautiful, so... omnipresent."
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Super God Universe
[Sky-Blade VII · Angel Conference Room]
"...This is impossible."
Hexi, the Heavenly Base King who is always calm and views all things in the Universe as data and formulas, stood up from her throne for the first time.
Her voice no longer held its usual elegance and composure, but carried a tremor she herself hadn't noticed, born from having her worldview shaken to its foundations.
Her Heavenly Base System was operating in an overloaded state, attempting to analyze the incomprehensible scene on the screen, but the feedback received was only a series of "Errors," "Undefined," and "Logical Paradoxes."
"Entering a correct, high-dimensional physics formula into a reactor results not in higher energy, but in... opening a door to another dimension and making the engine itself come 'alive'?"
Hexi murmured to herself, her eyes that always flickered with the light of wisdom now filled with unprecedented confusion and horror.
"This... this violates everything we know! This is unscientific!"
"Yes, Hexi, it is unscientific."
Holy Keisha's voice remained calm, but beneath that calmness was a weight like an approaching storm.
She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze seemingly piercing through the screen to see the essence of the being known as "Tzeentch."
"This is precisely its most terrifying aspect. It does not attack our weapons, our warriors, or even our bodies.
It attacks the very foundation upon which we exist and progress—science itself."
Keisha's words sent a chill through all the high-ranking Angels present.
"The strength of our Angel Civilization is built upon our cognition and understanding of the Universe."
"Our Sacred Knowledge Vault is the sum total of our past, present, and future. We firmly believe that knowledge is power and truth is the cornerstone."
"We use more advanced algorithms, more powerful engines, and more precise data to define justice and maintain Order."
"But this Tzeentch..." Keisha's tone turned ice-cold.
"It is telling us that knowledge itself can be contaminated. Truth itself is the most lethal trap."
"It is not using stronger force to defeat you; it is using a 'more correct' knowledge to lure and kill you."
"It exploits the most instinctive desire of intelligent life for 'progress.' That scientist was not blinded; on the contrary, he was 'enlightened.' In his own eyes, he was moving toward the truth, when in reality, it was just a one-way ticket to destruction."
Hexi's face turned incredibly pale. She understood what this meant better than anyone.
"If... if this is true," her voice was dry,
"Then... our Sacred Knowledge Vault is not the safest fortress in the Universe, but... the most dangerous armory in the Universe."
"Every lost technology and every unknown formula stored within could be a 'logic bomb' preset by Tzeentch."
"Our research into the Void, our analysis of the ultimate fear... every 'progress' we pride ourselves on might be us unknowingly stepping into a trap it designed."
"We cannot defend against it because we cannot achieve 'not thinking' or 'not exploring.' And as long as we are still pursuing knowledge, we will always be its potential prey."
"A Universe where scientists dare not conduct research and engineers dare not create... that is not called a civilization," Hexi finally concluded in a nearly despairing tone, "that is called... a cage of thought."
[Demon Nebula · Demon Wings]
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Morgana kicked over the table in front of her. Her face, which always carried a hint of playfulness and flamboyance, was now covered in a deeper, more complete anger than when she saw Slaanesh.
It was a hysterical rage born from having her philosophical beliefs denied at their source in the most base and shameless manner.
"What the hell is this thing?! A conspirator? A liar? He's not even worthy!"
"! This sneaky piece of trash! What is he doing?!"
"He is desecrating 'wisdom'! He is murdering 'choice'!"
Morgana's fury almost transformed into a physical storm of dark energy.
"I'd rather have my demon warriors fight the Angels with real blades and guns for ten thousand years than see them fly their own ships into a star just because they read a 'cooler' tactical manual! What is this? What the hell kind of war is this?!"
She finally let out a curse of extreme resentment, her voice filled with the endless disgust of having her intelligence insulted by a Universe-level liar.