Unlimited Ambition

Infinite Ambition Author: Aiyowei

brief introduction

Wielding a three-foot-long sword, I will slaughter all the heroes of the world, and I will raise my throne high, reaching the highest heavens! The pinnacle of all gods!!

An arrogant transmigrator, specializing in beating up male protagonists. Lelouch, you stamina idiot, watch me cut you down with one sword! Touma Kamijou, you womanizer? Don't worry, I'm a melee fighter, watch me cut you down with one sword! Hiraga Saito, what? You say your swordsmanship is amazing? Even if it's amazing, can it be more amazing than mine? I'll still cut you down with one sword.

If you don't die in the prologue, then you've been transported to another world.

On a certain day, a certain shut-in, as usual, stayed up all night playing video games, then slept until noon the next day. When he opened his eyes…

"Hmm, an unfamiliar ceiling." The otaku said this in the tone of a certain submissive character from EVA.

Then I got a hard punch. A voice filled with resentment rang in my ears: "What? How could you mistake my cute face for the ceiling? That's so rude of you, human!"

So the boy fell asleep again. As usual, he wouldn't wake up until evening.

However, this adult didn't seem to have much patience: "Insolent human! I'm giving you three seconds to wake up. Otherwise, I'll kill you."

Okay, okay, speaking of which, because of my profession, I, as a shut-in, have a bit of a knack for reading people. Judging from the girl's tone, she certainly didn't seem to be joking.

"Okay, get up, even if I've been kidnapped." But his hands and feet aren't tied up. And the other person is a seemingly harmless girl. If he uses his persuasive skills, maybe he can trick her into going home. The otaku immediately prepared himself, while simultaneously checking his pockets to see if he had any lollipops.

However, when the otaku opened his eyes again, he found that things were not as simple as he had imagined.

Although her entire field of vision was occupied by the girl wearing the strange cat-ear hat, she still caught a glimpse of something else out of the corner of her eye. Those towering, multicolored crystal towers, the bizarrely large, three-headed statues, and the various facilities resembling a fantasy amusement park—well, at least this wasn't some shut-in's tiny apartment of less than thirty square meters. It certainly couldn't be the hideout of some vicious kidnapper.

So the otaku quickly got up, brushed off non-existent dust from his body, rubbed his eyes, and yawned.

After sorting out his thoughts, the otaku, true to his reputation as a frequent visitor to certain online forums, immediately thought of that possibility: "So, can you answer a few questions for me, beautiful lady?" the otaku asked.

The girl seemed quite pleased to be called beautiful. And indeed, judging by normal standards, aside from her strange attire and the enormous scythe in her hand, she was undeniably beautiful. Unlike women tainted by worldly concerns, she possessed an extreme purity. Every movement she made seemed natural; unless one was a die-hard otaku solely devoted to anime and manga, most would be captivated by her.

“Since you asked so sincerely, I will—” The girl seemed to be wagging her tail—no, there really was a tail wagging behind her.

“Very well,” the otaku interrupted the girl without any politeness: “First question, where is this place?”

The girl didn't seem angry that the otaku had interrupted her; she just looked at him with a cute smile and said, "It's my playground."

The otaku, looking a bit of a headache, continued, "So, who are you?"

The girl cat laughed heartily: "Are you asking my name, Commoner? Then stand still and don't get scared."

Whatever. I may not have experience with this kind of thing, but those who frequent certain websites will understand. The otaku shrugged, looking completely indifferent.

Of course, deep down I was still a little excited.

"I am the most powerful and beautiful being in the countless planes of the entire multiverse, the beautiful girl Grim Reaper, Bellica."

Oh.

Death.

The otaku glanced at the scythe and thought to himself that it must be one of those kinds of things.

"So, does that mean I'm dead?" the otaku asked.

“Yeah, he’s dead.” Bellica grinned slyly.

Despite being mentally prepared, the otaku still felt somewhat uncomfortable upon hearing the news of his death.

"So, why am I here?" the otaku then asked the most crucial question.

"Because I'm so bored," the beautiful Grim Reaper replied.

"Oh?" The otaku probably understood what she meant. While hanging out with a girl who was similar in appearance wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but...

"In a general sense, wouldn't someone like me, after dying, travel through history, time, or both, and then accomplish something great?"

Hearing the otaku's question, the girl laughed happily again, her eyes narrowing to slits: "Leaving aside why you have such a strange mentality, let me ask you this: according to the classification of your world, what is your educational background...?"

"University," the shut-in replied.

"So, what's your major? Is it science or humanities?"

"...Liberal Arts." The otaku's voice trailed off a little.

"It's alright. Although you can't build a steam engine, or even soap, refined salt, white sugar, or glass," the girl laughed again. "But there's still a chance. What major did you choose in college? Finance? Law? Management? History? Even literature would be fine; you could barely become a pseudo-poet."

The otaku took a deep breath: "I'm very sorry, it's philosophy, with a minor in logic."

"Useless." Bellica rolled her eyes at the shut-in and said mercilessly.

"I'm really sorry I'm a loser." The otaku rolled his eyes.

At this moment, Bellica's eyes darted around, and she revealed that cunning smile again: "Actually, if you really want to travel to other planes, it's not impossible."

"Oh?" The otaku was slightly agitated. At the same time, he questioned the Grim Reaper's motives.

"Because I was bored, I treated it like watching a movie." Death seemed very calm.

"But, with my abilities, am I really sure I'll be okay? I can't make steam engines, soap, refined salt, white sugar, or glass. I didn't choose finance, law, management, history, or literature. If I go to another world, I'll probably die in less than a week." The otaku was a little worried.

“No problem, we can just start over,” Bellica said. “Starting as a baby, with a little modification, you’ll have high initial attributes. A good start is half the battle, isn’t it?”

"Starting over? That sounds good. But I'm more concerned about the modification." The otaku stroked his chin. "Does that mean increasing my attributes or making me suitable for magic training?"

“No, that’s not it.” Bellica still smiled slyly: “Talent is important, but it’s not the most important thing.”

"So what's the most important thing?" the otaku asked.

“Ambition,” Bellica replied. “To put it simply, it’s ambition. That huge, all-consuming ambition, the kind that makes you want to have everything. Then, strip away all your morals and other emotions, and you become a perfect person.”

It really needs a major overhaul.

"Putting morality aside (does morality even matter, you idiot?!), such a grand ambition, does it mean I'm going to conquer the world?" The otaku was starting to panic.

"If we're going to play, we should play big. Isn't conquering the world fun? Relax, we won't give you some crazy challenge like conquering the universe within a hundred years. Most likely, you can manage on Earth-like planets, okay?" Bellica said, patting the otaku on the shoulder while laughing.

"Wait, you said most likely? That means there are at least three or more planes?"

"Very perceptive. No wonder you graduated with a degree in logic." Bellica nodded. "It would be a shame to play such a fun game only once. Anyway, I have plenty of time. What's wrong with playing it a few more times?"

"Do you think I'm just a toy?" That's what the otaku thinks.

“Yes, it’s a toy.” Bellica nodded, as if she understood what he was thinking.

"That's truly an honor," the otaku said insincerely.

"That's right, that's right, I'll risk your life to let this cat have some fun. Meow hahahahaha."

"Whatever." The otaku still seemed indifferent.

"After being treated so cruelly, don't you want to try to fight back?" Bellica tried to ask.

"There's no point in resisting, is there?" the otaku said. "Besides, it doesn't sound like a bad thing."

"I see... Well then, I'll modify you first."

"Wait! I'm not ready yet!"

"Don't worry, it won't hurt."

After Bellica finished speaking, before the otaku could react, she swung her scythe down, piercing right through the otaku in his spirit form.

? ?

"So, is the modification complete?" The otaku tried moving his body a bit. Afterwards, he felt nothing was wrong. It seemed like something had changed, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

“Yes, how does it feel?” Bellica asked.

"I don't know," the otaku honestly replied.

"It's alright, you'll have plenty of time to experience it in the future," Bellica offered shamelessly comforting words. "Well then, now it's time to send you on your journey through time." After saying that, Bellica raised her scythe again.

"Wait a minute!" the otaku shouted.

"What? It's no use going back on your word." Bellica pouted, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied.

"I want to know if I can retain my current memories after time travel, and also, what kind of world am I going to travel to? What are its characteristics?"

"No way," Bellica said with a laugh. "You're a total shut-in, aren't you?"

"If you're going to stay home, fine, but please don't add the word 'dead' in front of it," the recluse argued.

"So, all your memories will be erased. Otherwise, knowing the plot would be too advantageous for you, and everyone else would be out of luck. But don't worry, your memories will be restored after you conquer the world and return here. The skills you gained in that plane will also be retained. It's just that you'll have to start all over again when you go to the next plane."

"But how can I participate if I don't know the plot?" the otaku asked.

"Don't worry, as long as you still want to conquer the world, you'll definitely have a role to play."

"...Do you think I'm a demon king?"

"Pretty much." The girl smiled. She swung the scythe high in her hand and said one last thing to the otaku: "There's one more thing to note."

"What is it? Can't you just say it all at once?" Even the otaku was getting a little dissatisfied.

"Don't die! If you die in another dimension, you're really dead. I won't save you then!"

Holy crap! This is the inner monologue of a shut-in, filled with the screams of 100,000 alpacas at 18,000x speed.

Code Geass

Chapter One: The Governor's Noble Son

On the same day, in a chaotic scene, the Cao residence in the Northeast Military Region of the Chinese Federation was in disarray. Heart-wrenching screams echoed from the delivery room. Governor Cao Song waited anxiously inside.

"It's been so long already. Why hasn't she given birth yet? Could it be... No, it's not ancient times. Medicine is so advanced now. We can just have a C-section." Even as he said this, Governor Cao was still anxiously wringing his hands, pacing back and forth outside the delivery room.

At this moment, Cao Song, who controlled the entire Northeast Military Region, was second only to the Chinese Federation in power, and was the Commander-in-Chief of the Northeast Military Region, the Governor-General of the five major provinces in the Northeast, the hereditary Duke of Wei, and the universally recognized King of the Northeast in the entire Chinese Federation, was as anxious as an ordinary father.

Beside him, a group of officials waited anxiously, feeling the same way about Cao Song.

After all, he was already fifty years old, not young anymore. This was God's first child, and possibly his only one. Regardless of gender, this child would inherit everything from him.

After a long while, just as Cao Song could no longer bear it and was almost about to rush into the delivery room, the screams finally stopped. However, the expected cry of a newborn baby did not come.

"Could something really have happened?" Cold sweat broke out on Cao Song's back instantly. He then rushed over.

At that moment, the door opened, and a doctor with a deathly pale face walked out.