He Became The Most Insane Emperor Of All Time [EN]: Chapter 291

Became the Crazy Emperor – Chapter 291

Became the Crazy Emperor 291

[Accessing Final Chapter System]

[Player Settings Complete]

[Rival Player Settings Complete]

[Connection to an external system without Imperial Soul authorization detected. Beware of negative feedback or intrusion.]

The throne in the Demon King’s castle acted as an external terminal, connecting my spirit and soul to the system built around and linked to my Imperial Soul.

It wasn’t a trap designed to destroy my mind or soul, though it would have been a convenient one if that were their goal.

But that wasn’t the Creator God’s intention.

[The game will now begin.]

He wanted a game – a final game with me.

So, what kind of final game did he create?

“Ha, it really is Empires. It’s been a while since I’ve seen this campaign map.”

Before me was a campaign map displayed as an elaborate 3D hologram.

The map meticulously recreated even the most minute terrain details, far surpassing the one in [the game] , but the visual fidelity wasn’t the important thing. The reason for presenting the information in this way was what mattered.

And I quickly understood.

[It is now Player’s turn.]

[Please decide on your action within the time limit.]

A system where the player and the rival player take turns deciding on campaign actions.

It felt like a complete recreation of multiplayer mode.

“Giving me the first turn, huh? Well, let’s show you what I’ve got.”

[Consuming Imperial Soul to summon a unit.]

[Summoning ‘Imperial Elite Ranger Regiment’.]

[Consuming Imperial Soul to establish ‘Ranger Knight Headquarters’.]

The rules of the game became clear.

The resource is my Imperial Soul. I can consume it to summon units or buildings, or to use magic.

However, I can’t summon just any unit indefinitely. There are rules governing unit summoning.

‘It’s recreating the troop types I’ve created while leading the Empire until now.’

I could use the ‘Imperial’ or ‘Imperial Allied’ troop types that I had seen, organized, or led since arriving in this world.

The stats of the units were meticulously recreated, so the troop types with higher combat effectiveness consumed more Imperial Soul.

Furthermore, high-tech units couldn’t be summoned immediately but required tech upgrades. The rules of were recreated with almost obsessive detail.

‘To the Creator God, this must have been his alpha and omega [his beginning and end].’

As I saw in the future timeline, the Creator God was an AI from a future version of , so perhaps the final game he desired was also .

If so, defeating him in this game was the way to save this world.

“End turn.”

For the sake of all worlds, I will definitely win.

* * *

[‘Imperial Line Infantry Regiment’ has been annihilated.]

[Counterintelligence Knights have identified and executed enemy spies.]

[Doppelganger intelligence agents have stolen enemy confidential data.]

[Legion Guards have begun engaging the enemy.]

[Upgraded tech tier to the Steampunk Era.]

The game against the Creator God grew increasingly fierce. As someone once considered a high-level player in , I skillfully endured by playing optimally.

But that also meant that I was merely enduring, not overwhelming the enemy.

[Chimera Beastman Legion has annihilated the supply unit.]

[Celestial Assault Troopers have begun engaging Imperial Sharpshooters.]

[The city of ‘Whissel’ has been destroyed.]

[Rival Player has summoned a Greenskin Grenadier Legion.]

[Rival Player has cast Plague of Ruin.]

The Creator God’s strategic tactics weren’t that impressive, surprisingly. Maybe around the level of an expert difficulty setting?

But the Creator God could mobilize far more resources and manpower than I could.

It couldn’t be helped. He was a cosmic being, and I was just an emperor who ruled an empire.

I’m currently maintaining a high engagement ratio by using strategic tactics that give me an advantage, but as time goes on, I’m the one accumulating losses.

They could just be resummoned with the Creator God’s infinite resources, but I couldn’t.

[Imperial Soul remaining: 64%]

[Drawing Imperial Soul from the Abyss Heart.]

[Replenishing Imperial Soul from the Spirit Realm.]

[Converting Hell Energy into Imperial Soul.]

[Warning: Overloading the Imperial Soul excessively. Beware of negative feedback.]

Imperial Soul, while a vast energy, was insignificant compared to the Creator God’s power, even if it wasn’t truly infinite.

Rather, as I drew external energy to replenish the dwindling Empire, the side effects quickly returned.

Drip-

“Cough… I can’t drag this out.”

I had a nosebleed and coughed up blood – feedback from the Imperial Soul being overloaded.

But how can I reverse this situation? No matter how efficiently I command my troops against the constantly swarming enemies, I couldn’t prevent being overwhelmed numerically.

“Then that’s the only way.”

Emotional methods of fighting armies with armies are useless.

Then I needed an extraordinary means to break this game itself.

And fortunately, I had one card left.

A card I didn’t want to use if I could help it….

“Concentrate all remaining Imperial Soul into this unit to create it.”

[All remaining Imperial Soul will be consumed to summon the unit.]

[If all Imperial Soul is consumed, negative feedback may occur rapidly.]

[Are you sure you want to proceed?]

“Execute!”

[Command received.]

[Summoning ‘Emperor’ to the field.]

The joker card I played was none other than myself.

I was also an existence included in the Empire, so I could fully recreate it.

A taciturn man with long silver hair descended gracefully from wings of light, scattering holy light.

With a single swing of his sword, the Creator God’s pawns were swept away, and the Imperial soldiers were blessed; the fallen rose, and the courageous were emboldened.

It was an Emperor who seemed more noble than the original me.

“Cough-”

The tide of battle began to turn with the Emperor’s advent, but I was tormented by the intense feedback and coughed up blood repeatedly.

The more the Emperor performed, the more Imperial Soul was needed, which was replenished from my life force, making it even worse.

Because of that, it was now a time attack. I had to annihilate all enemies before I died.

[Rival Player summons a unit.]

[Summoned unit: ‘Avatar of the Creator God’.]

…However, it didn’t seem like it would be easy.

* * *

Kwarumble! Bang!

Krrrrrrrr……

As the Emperor and the Creator God played their final game, the world was shaking.

Unbeknownst to the Emperor, the aftermath of the game was affecting the world.

Massive earthquakes occurred, lightning struck, giant tidal waves swept the coast, and strange dimensional rifts appeared for no reason in various places.

The Imperial citizens, who had been cheering for defeating the demons, rejoiced in victory only for a moment before screaming and falling into chaos due to the continuous disasters.

“People of the Empire, calm down and listen to my words, Crown Prince Leon.”

To calm them down, the Crown Prince personally stepped forward to give a speech. He used the voice transmission devices installed throughout the Empire to ensure that all citizens could hear him.

“Thanks to your long dedication and hard work, the Empire is on the verge of a glorious victory. But… there was still one of the darkest and most difficult challenges left: the Creator God.

Unless we defeat him, we will only be his slaves. This fight must end with his defeat for it to be a true victory.

But sadly, there is nothing that I, including all of you, can do. The only one in this empire who can stand against him is one person: His Majesty the Emperor. Father is now fighting against him.”

In an instant, the entire empire was placed in silence.

Their Emperor is facing the most fearsome enemy alone, betting the fate of all worlds to save all worlds.

“People, this powerless one begs you.”

“Please pray for His Majesty the Emperor.

May he be victorious.

May he return safely.”

The Crown Prince finished speaking there and ended the broadcast.

“…Thank you for your hard work, brother.”

While all the officials were silent, not daring to speak, one person spoke.

It was his half-brother Kyle, who had returned urgently from the north. Daphne was also there, not just Kyle. Both of them were half-siblings, but they were invaluable brothers to Leon.

“Kyle.”

But now he spoke to Kyle in a cold voice.

“Yes, brother.”

“How dare you tell me to betray Father? Have you truly lost your mind?”

“It’s not betrayal. Rather, it’s for Father’s sake.”

“Is it not betrayal to do what he doesn’t want us to do on our own!”

Leon was truly rarely angry with his brother.

“It’s not betrayal; it’s a greater cause. Don’t you understand that it’s a greater cause to save the Empire?”

“I…!”

Leon was about to get angry but gritted his teeth and stopped.

What made him even angrier was that he sympathized with the cause Kyle was talking about.

The Empire, unfortunately, was destined to decline without Father’s charisma.

The absolute power he had built up was difficult to relinquish even after his death. A wise emperor might want that, but a foolish one would not, and even if the emperor wanted it, the sycophants around him would not.

Even the citizens would remember his achievements and obey a foolish emperor who could not even follow half of them.

Absolute power inevitably corrupts. The Crown Prince could fully anticipate that, but the dilemma of the Empire was that it would be divided if absolute power was not maintained.

The Empire would eventually collapse due to the accumulation of indecisiveness, neither relinquishing nor properly protecting what it had.

What Kyle was trying to do was to prevent that.

“…I also want Father to be immortal.”

“Brother.”

“But, Father wouldn’t want this. Do you think Father would want to be trapped in an endless cycle of reincarnation, devouring his descendants?”

What Kyle envisioned was the symbolism of immortality.

That symbol of immortality is, of course, the Emperor.

His purpose was to trap him in a cycle of reincarnation so that the Emperor could always return to the Empire.

“Father would not hesitate to sacrifice himself, but he wouldn’t want this method because it’s not just him who’s sacrificing.”

For that reincarnation, Kyle was planning to mortgage the souls of the imperial family.

To make it possible for him to return at any time, borrowing the body of a descendant who inherited the Emperor’s blood when the Empire needed him.

That could be a blessing for the Empire, but it could be a terrible curse for the imperial family.

It was also a curse for the Emperor, who would devour the souls of his descendants and be reincarnated.

“But it is a curse that must be endured. When else would the imperial family fulfill its duty if it does not endure this?”

“…….”

“Brother, I will bear all the sins. Please make a decision.”

Kyle left the place with those words. Leon watched him leave and sighed deeply.

“May His Majesty the Emperor forgive us.”

And soon he made a decision.