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Chapter 233 Queen and Empress, Empire Shemisgela!
Different dimensions.
The tranquil, peaceful, and undisturbed paradise island is no more.
Instead, a steel jungle stands on the Aegean Sea.
Aggressive spiked fortresses have replaced elegant temples, and warships equipped with energy weapons are moored in the harbor.

In the sky, it wasn't Pegasus patrolling.
Instead, they are Amazon warriors piloting mechanical wings and equipped with crossbows.

This Paradise Island. Or rather, the Empire of Shemisgela.
It was already a superhuman empire that had ruled the Greek world with absolute military force for countless years, and which had silenced even the Olympian gods.

However, just today
At the heart of this heavily fortified empire, two...
Or rather, with the addition of a man who had just arrived through unconventional channels, it could be said that they had welcomed three uninvited guests.

But that's a story for later. What's currently causing the Imperial warriors the most confusion and vigilance is...
—The same two people locked in a fierce confrontation before the throne in the palace.

On the throne
Seated on the throne was a blonde woman clad in platinum-gold heavy armor and wearing a crown of thorns.

His brows were filled with a cold lust for power and an undisguised aggressiveness.

Standing beneath the throne, meeting his gaze without fear, was a woman dressed in a simple white robe with flowing black hair.

Her appearance was almost identical to that of the queen on the throne, except that her eyes were more determined and pure, carrying an unquestionable integrity and a burning rage at this moment!

Queen Hippolyta?

The blond figure on the throne sneered, his voice filled with mockery and condescending scrutiny. "A loser who can't even defend his own territory, who gave you the courage to impersonate my title? Illegally trespassing into my empire, Shemisgela!"

"I am the only emperor of the empire—Her Majesty Queen Hippolyta!"

She snorted coldly as she drew her sword, the blade slicing through the air with a piercing clang.

"There will only be one punishment waiting for you next!"

"Rebellious ministers and traitors!"

"That would be a public execution, as a warning to others!"

“This kind of punishment is only used on you, thief! Madman!” Hippolyta, with her black hair, roared. Her voice trembled slightly with anger, but remained clear and powerful. “Give me back my daughter Diana! And then let us both go!”

"daughter?"

The empress on the throne seemed to have heard the most absurd joke. She threw her head back and laughed, letting her cold laughter echo throughout the hall. "Admit it," she said, "that weak attachment will only become a chain that binds your power!"

"Look at you, how ugly, how out of line! How pathetic!"

She stood up, her platinum armor creaking heavily with her movements, her gaze fixed on the woman opposite her who resembled her in appearance but whose soul was entirely different.

"Back then, I stood at the same crossroads as you."

"But when faced with that pile of clay representing 'motherhood,' 'responsibility,' and 'weak love'..."

“I made the right choice.” She clenched her fist, as if the resolute touch of that decision from back then still lingered. “I personally threw the clay given to me by the gods into the sea, letting the waves mercilessly devour that unnecessary burden.”

"Then I gripped the spear of battle tightly and chose power, conquest, and absolute domination!"

She spread her arms, displaying the cold, magnificent palace, and the vast empire she ruled with an iron fist outside the window, her tone filled with an almost manic confidence and pride:

"Look! It was that choice that gave me everything I have today! An Amazonian empire unlike any I've ever had!"

"Instead of being like you, indulging in ridiculous mother-daughter affection, guarding that peaceful little paradise island that will be crushed by the tide of time sooner or later!"

This madwoman…she really…she really abandoned Diana?!
Hippolyta felt as if her heart was about to break.
Pain and anger intertwined and surged.

Looking at the 'self' before her, who had gone astray and was even smug about it, she felt an intense loathing and an unbelievable sorrow that almost suffocated her.

Is seizing power more important than being a mother?!

She bit her lower lip hard until she tasted blood, then with all her might, she forced out a resolute voice from between her teeth:

"Nobody wants to be you! You heartless bastard!"

"Diana is not a pawn that anyone can discard or use at will! She is my daughter! I love her very much!"

"is it?"

"Admit it, Hippolyta!"

The empress on the throne sneered, "Your so-called love is your greatest weakness, a shackle that binds your hands and feet and blinds your eyes!"

She looked down at her other self from a superior position.

His eyes gleamed with an all-knowing light.

“I am you! The moment you stepped into this world, the ‘Artemis Law’ of my world connected us!”

Her voice resonated with a certain authority, as if stating an undeniable fact: "I already know where you come from, I know everything about your so-called 'Paradise Island,' and I know... the secret you least want to touch deep in your heart!"

She leaned forward, her gaze piercing, fixing on Hippolyta's eyes, and pressed her for an answer, word by word:

You said you love her?

"Then do you dare tell her the truth? Do you dare tell her her origin? Her origin is not a gift of nature, but a creation of your lonely longing!"

"Dare you tell her that everything she has now is nothing more than your deepest longing for companionship?!"

"..."

Hippolyta remained silent.

The origins of Diana's life remain a complex part of her emotional journey, intertwined with hidden guilt and deep love.
Silence fell over the palace.
The surrounding Amazon warriors remained silent, but they keenly sensed the powerful force within this visitor from another world—a force shared with their queen yet possessing a completely different aura.
They instinctively took a step forward, steadily raising their energy weapons, which glowed with an eerie light, and locking onto Hippolyta.
Let the chilling, tangible killing intent permeate this world, casting a chilling aura over the magnificent palace.

until
This oppressive silence felt like it had lasted for a century.
Hippolyta finally raised her head. No longer looking at the weapons pointed at her, she fixed her gaze on the cold reflection on the throne and said resolutely:

"State your conditions. What do you want... for me and my daughter to go back?"

“It’s very simple.”

The empress's cold laughter echoed in the empty palace.

“You and your daughter have illegally invaded my empire, and you shall naturally be punished by the empire.”

Go and participate in the 'Royal Race' and the 'Ring of Victory'!

The platinum armor made a heavy scraping sound as she walked to the edge of the throne and looked down at Hippolyta below.

"Too many fools with overestimating their abilities coveted my throne, so I created this unique path to advancement, or rather... an execution ground."

"But since there are two of you, you have to participate in two events."

She extended two fingers wearing metal finger guards:
"The first match is with your daughter, Diana. She needs to achieve a ten-match winning streak in the 'Ring of Victory.' If she does, you can leave alive."

Then, she withdrew one finger, leaving only her index finger pointing at Hippolyta: "And then, it's you."

"Next, if you can win the 'Royal Race' that I have prepared for you, not only will your daughter be able to go with you, but my imperial throne will also be yours."

“But,” her voice suddenly turned cold, “if either you or your daughter loses.”

Even if it's just one loss!

"Then one of you, mother and daughter, will spend the rest of your lives huddled together in the darkest prison in the empire, clinging to iron bars!"

"I've already said, all I want is my daughter back!"

Hippolyta, unable to bear it any longer, retorted, her voice rising, "I don't want your throne! I don't want to participate in your bloody game!"

"Hahahaha!"

Upon hearing this, the Empress burst into exaggerated and sarcastic laughter, as if she had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. Her shoulders trembled slightly as she laughed. "You're killing me with laughter!"

"I could have executed you on the spot according to the laws of the Empire!" Her laughter stopped abruptly, her eyes filled with merciless killing intent. "I'm only letting you participate in the competition because of your faces; I'm showing you mercy!"

"Take your mercy to the abyss of Tartarus!"

Hippolyta was enraged, but she suppressed the urge to tear everything apart. "I accept the challenge! But no matter who wins, you must let our daughters go home!"

"Win? Our daughter?"

The Empress gave a cold, utterly disgusted smile. She slowly shook her head, her tone resolute and unwavering, carrying a chilling obsession:

"I have only one daughter—the Empire."

"It was war and conquest that gave birth to it, and blood and glory that forged its throne!"

She slightly raised her chin and gently lifted her arms, as if embracing the entire cold and vast palace, and the world outside the palace ruled by her iron fist.

"And I... have never lost a single war since the day I was born!"

"Let me out quickly!"

"Hispan is my mother! You can't treat me like this! I want to see your queen!"

The girl gripped the cold metal railing tightly with both hands.

Through the gaps in the railing, she glared at the two heavily armored, expressionless Amazonian guards outside.

The sound echoed in the small space, carrying a hint of suppressed anxiety:
"I'm talking to you! Amazon! We share the same blood, how can you imprison me here like an enemy!"

“Who said you’re my sister?” A guard turned around, revealing half of his weathered face beneath his helmet, his eyes unwavering. “You’re a spy for the intruders! Your imprisonment is a direct order from Her Majesty Queen Hippolyta, and there is no room for doubt.”

"This is impossible!"

The girl nearly bent the iron bars in front of her, her voice filled with disbelief, "Hippocrat is my mother! Let me see her!"

"Can't you hear the resonance in your blood?"

"Look at how weak you are."

Another guard let out a short, loud laugh:

"She keeps calling me 'Mommy.' Is she an infant who hasn't been weaned yet? Or a mama's girl who hasn't been weaned yet? Di... Diana?"

She deliberately dragged out her words, her tone dripping with undisguised mockery, "I'm afraid this is the only impression your 'homeland,' which is about to be conquered by us, will leave us with." "—The grave of weakness!"

"."

Diana released her grip on the railing and took a half step back, letting the shadows fall over her young face.

"Amazonians"

She retorted in a low voice, soft but clear enough to carry through the cell: "Not some conqueror..."

"Hahahahaha!"

One of the guards burst into even louder laughter, as if he had heard the most absurd joke in the world.

"Shut up!"

Then another guard strode up to the cell door, his eyes, sharp as a hawk's, beneath his helmet, and shouted with almost fanatical certainty, "Don't tarnish our honor with lies!"

"The number of formidable enemies trampled under Shemisgela's iron hooves probably exceeds the number of stars you've ever seen! Stop with your naive and laughable rhetoric—"

Her voice suddenly rose, and she angrily rebuked:
"Amazons are born conquerors!"

"."

Diana silently slid down onto the cold stone floor, leaning against the wet, rough wall, curling up her knees and burying her face in the shadows.

Seeing her like this, the two heavily armored Amazon warriors lost interest in continuing their admonition.

"You have nowhere to run, so just stay here and wait..."

A guard uttered his final words, his voice sounding particularly hollow in the cramped space, "Your mother will eventually fall into the hands of Her Majesty the Empress, just like all the other guys who tried to usurp the throne... and then be imprisoned."

After they finished speaking, the guards said no more, leaving only a contemptuous snort before their footsteps faded into the distance and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

A suppressed silence returned to the cell.

But this silence was not entirely silent; it was filled with suffocatingly subtle sounds.

The air was filled with a musty, damp smell, mixed with earthy and faint metallic notes, as if the air itself had been settling and decaying here for hundreds of years.
Deep in the corner, droplets of water seeped out from somewhere, relentlessly tapping against the small patch of puddles below.
Further away, shouts could be faintly heard over the stone wall, mixed with the low rumble of giant machinery in operation.

This echoes the harmonious sounds of nature on the island in the girl's memory.
Very different.

Every note in this world emphasizes power, order, and aggression.

Burying her face in her bent knees, the guard's last words pierced Diana's heart again and again.

To tell the truth
A flame of anger gradually burned in her chest.

Not only because they imprisoned her
More importantly, because they contemptuously trampled on everything she knew.

The 'justice and compassion' of Paradise Island is denigrated as 'weakness,' and her deep emotional bond with her mother is mocked as 'mama's boy.'

How could they...

How can the spirit of Amazon be distorted like this?

But then a wave of grievances surged up, not because of their own situation, but because of their homeland that had been misunderstood and slandered.

They had no idea how warm the sun was on Paradise Island.
I don't understand how firm the sisters' vow to protect each other is.
They also didn't understand how their mother's wisdom and kindness nourished that pure land.

Ok
Thinking about it this way
It was something more unsettling her than anger and resentment.
Every scene from the moment she came into this world was witnessed by Diana herself.
The Amazons of this empire are powerful, disciplined, and their eyes burn with a thirst for power and conquest.
Is this... also a potential possibility for Amazon?

If all Amazonians share the same origin, then why has the world diverged into such drastically different paths?
Is it Mom...?
But why did your other choice create such a world?
A world that worships conquest and sees blood ties and family as weaknesses?

She was completely baffled.

This was the first time Diana felt a profound and utter sense of bewilderment.
The cornerstone she firmly believed in seemed to crumble before this parallel, dark mirror.
"Clang-!"

Before my cold thoughts could be sorted out, they were abruptly interrupted.

The guards, who had returned sometime earlier, roughly threw in a dark red suit of armor.

Its color was as dark as dried blood.
The surface is covered with crisscrossing scratches and dents, silently telling the story of the tragic experiences of the previous owner.

Immediately following, another heavy greatsword, almost as tall as Diana, was thrown in. The blade was dull and lusterless, with minor chips visible on the edge.
The leather wrapped around the hilt was so worn that it had become shiny and black.
"Be grateful for Her Majesty's extra mercy, intruder." The guard sneered condescendingly from behind the iron bars, "She has granted you permission to participate in the 'Ring of Victory,' to use your flesh and bones to earn for your mother... perhaps a chance to leave this place."

"'Ring of Victory'?"

Diana repeated unconsciously, feeling a slight unease at the familiar word, "Is it...?"

“It’s the one you remember, the tradition passed down from ancient times.” The guard interrupted her, his tone carrying an almost cruel understanding, “except here, it might be more…orthodox.”

After saying that, the guard gave Diana no further chance to ask questions and turned to leave.

Heavy footsteps echoed through the stone corridor, and deliberately hushed conversations drifted intermittently into the cells, mingling with the footsteps.
"...How many games can she last? Look at her delicate skin..."

"Who cares? There's never enough 'feed' anyway... That berserker who claimed to be from 'Ancient Vikings' last time, he had a pretty impressive start, right? Hmph, he got torn to shreds in the third round..."

"I've heard that Her Majesty the Empress may personally attend the battle this time..."

"Even better, let His Majesty see how these fellows from 'weak worlds' wail in the face of true power..."

"boom--!"

The dungeon doors slammed shut, the sound echoing like the falling of a tombstone.

Silence returned to the cell.

In the pitch-black darkness, only the dark red armor and greatsword lay there silently, like a lurking, bloodthirsty beast, exuding an unsettling ominous aura.

Diana looked at the equipment on the ground, the guards' words echoing in her mind.
Feed, shredded, wailing...

Obviously
The 'Ring of Victory' in this world is not the trial she remembers as one for honor, skill, and protection.

Here, it is an arena, a place of slaughter, a bloody theater where the strong crush the weak to please conquerors and emperors.

What exactly has this world turned the Amazons into?
A sour feeling welled up in my nose, and my eyes felt slightly hot.

But Diana took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the tears that were about to spill over.

Now is not the time for sadness or fear.

She reached out in the darkness, her fingertips touching the cold, rough metal armor plates, and then the heavy, massive hilt of the sword.

With a burst of strength, Diana lifted the greatsword, and in an instant, the muscles in her arm tensed up.

It was indeed heavy, far exceeding the weapons she was used to.
However, she still subconsciously glanced at the seemingly fragile prison bars made of rough iron...

To tell the truth
Now, with armor for protection and this weapon, though not ideally suited to the hand, but sturdy enough, breaking through this cage would be a piece of cake.

嗏

How could they not know?
Those cold-blooded guards, that queen who saw them as intruders…

Could they really make such a basic mistake?

The only explanation is
Because of Mom.

Her mother, Queen Hippolyta of Paradise Island, was now in their hands, a hostage to control her.

They were certain that for her mother's safety, she dared not and could not escape.

This armor and this sword were not gifts, but shackles, the magic weapons that forced her onto that bloody gladiatorial arena.

Clenching her teeth, the girl's gums were almost bleeding from anger.

But she still grabbed a corner of her clothes and, with a ripping sound, forcefully tore off a piece of the fairly sturdy cuff fabric.

She silently and groped as she rewrapped the hilt of the greatsword.
The rough fabric rubbed against my palm, and with each wrap, it felt like I was accumulating strength, or perhaps strengthening some kind of resolve.

She cannot escape, at least not now.

For her mother's sake, she had to step into that 'ring of victory,' even if it meant facing Tal...

"Om-!"

Almost without warning
In the dark space not far from Diana's eyes.
A cross-shaped crack with an edge shimmering with a ghostly blue starlight was silently ripped open!

The crack is not pure darkness.
Because of the next moment.
Then a tall figure stepped out and entered the dungeon.

The newcomer seemed to carry an air of leisurely ease.

He looked around at the absolute darkness and the damp, musty smell of the surroundings, and a deep, confused voice rose in the silence, as if he were talking to himself:

"How did this aura find its anchor point in a place like this?"

"Could it be that"

The visitor paused, his tone clearly showing surprise:
"Already in his grave?"
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PS:
χ dimension.

This "χ" is not the English "X".

Instead, it's a Greek letter, pronounced similarly to "air," or perhaps it should be called 'dimensional air.'

This is the world created by Queen Hippolyta.

(How could the Amazon, a mere planet, create a world? Don't ask, it's all about magic and strange, wonderful technology.)
There is a "Hippocrates" in it.
She is the dark mirror image of Queen Hippolyta, naturally belligerent and bloodthirsty, who has invaded many other-dimensional kingdoms and established the "Shemisgela Empire".

Incidentally, according to the research of the translation team for this comic, the earliest source of this 'dimensional-qi' should be Wonder Woman (V1) #100, published in 1958.

The original concept was that Diana, who came from another world, came to the main world to compete for the title of Wonder Woman.

(End of this chapter)