Disclaimer: I do not own GATE or any other materials being in this story. They belong to their respective producers. What I own only are my OCs and my stories, which are non-profitable.

English is not my native language, so forgive me if there are some clumsy errors in the story.

For more info, I will put another AN in the end of the chapter. Enjoy the first chapter everyone!

"The third attack is coming, mister Formal. Do you have anything to say in your defense? After all, you are the one of the few who's reasonable here."

The conversation's held in a dark room, with only a small table lamp as the only mean of keeping this place lighten up. The room itself is not very big, only around 5m x 5m in size, with the height of the ceiling being around three meters. Due to its purpose, the room doesn't hold much items, aside from a metallic table, a couple of chairs, the lamp itself and a recorder. But, it serves its purpose well.

The conversation is held by two persons. One of them is in his mid-twenty, with short black hair which bang is covering his forehead. His skin is pale…no, not exactly. His skin is a mixture of yellowy and pale grey, with the former being showed the most. He wears black-framed glasses, and his black eyes are focusing on the man before him. His outfit consists of a white lab coat, a white shirt underneath and black jeans combined with black shoes. He's placing his hands under his chin, the left hand having three rings on the middle fingers of the hand. The watch on the left arm is ticking as he speaks.

"I… I have nothing." The other replies. He's in his late-fifty, with long grey hair and a scar running through his left eye, though thankfully he still has the eye. His noble suit has been taken away, replaced with the familiar orange prisoner outfit. He's not restrained by any means, but after what he has gone through, he knows that the one interrogating him doesn't need to do so to him. "But please, don't hurt our people. They did nothing wrong." His voice is a bit panicked, considering his Empire has done terrible punishments to the ones not following them. He fears that this world would do the same thing.

Thankfully, it's not the case. "If we want to do so, then we have no reasons to keep you alive. To us, the dead soldiers of yours didn't deserve what they received, but you have to understand that, you invaded us without good reasons, and we have to respond. We know it's not exactly your fault, that's why we have given you all the chance to have a peaceful treat with us. Of course, after this attack is ceased."

The Count looks at the man before him. He looks just as old as some of his young maids, but after hearing what the guards here talking to them, the person is older and wiser than any of them. Then the interrogator continues: "If you want your people to be safe, then help me negotiating with your Empire about the treat between you and 'that world'. And I have to tell you, that's the only way for your Empire to not be crushed by the other nations' leaders… along with the first world you have tried to invade with no success."

"I… We don't even have a choice here, do we?" He asks back, a bit shakily at the thought of the humiliation.

"It's not humiliation. It's the common sense of a sentient being wanting to keep themselves alive." The Count widens his eyes in shock, clearly not expected that the interrogator can read his mind. "Though, the other choice is to die. Considering none of you want to die, I'm ignoring that one. How does that sound?"

That makes the room drown in silence, as the prisoner weighs his options. On one hand, the person before him will guarantee the prisoners' safety AND their Empire from the wrath of the other leaders and another world, but that could mark him as betrayers. But, if they refuse, this world would just return them back, and then they will be punished for their failures. Either way, they will be tagged with bad titles.

But, during the time they're here, they haven't treated badly at all. In fact, whoever got wounded after the fights were healed back in a short amount of time. They're not even tied up at any points, though if they tried to run or fight back, they would end up getting shocked by their thunder spells, which were not lethal at all. When they behaved, the guards would do nothing but watching them, no signs of going to interrogate them by themselves. Only one has questioned them so far, and that's man before him.

"We will take the offer. But…"

"I will keep the promise. If I don't, there are people that would be PISSED at me." The young man then stands up and straight his right hand forward. Count does the same, as when they have done this deal before, and he learnt that's just a greeting method. Then the young man walks to the door and knocks it, and a second later it opens, letting the bright light of the sun filling the door. He gestures the Count to follow him, and he has to comply. When he's out, he sees two guards standing next to the door, bowing respectfully to the young man, who nods back in return. Then he walks away to the prison, which makes Colt to follow him quickly.

During the walk, he looks around the place he is in. Never in his life has he seen places that's so clean like here. Every corner is like an art of itself, with no flaws to be seen. Every single structure's built with precise measures, and they're likely to be blessed with beauty by the Gods themselves. When they first invaded this world, he has seen how gorgeous and glorious the buildings were. He already had some fears about how strong this city's army could be, but that thought was pushed behind when his soldiers started their attacks. The people before them just ran away with no means of fighting back, and because of their ideals of battles, they just ended up swinging their weapons to those runaways. However, when their weapons collided…

"Mister Formal." The young man's voice snaps him back to reality. "We're here."

Ah, the prison. And that's a change as well, in a good way. He is never one to like a prison, given how many times he has gotten down to these places to 'punish' the crimes, hell, even he didn't do it on his own if he has any choices. He has never thought of trying to create a crime, just so he wouldn't stay there for any amount of time short of more than an hour. But here… it feels nothing like what a prison could be. At least, comparing to the one in the Empire's capital. One thing first, is about when it was built. About a few days they have been captured and got sent here, after overhearing the guards talking loudly to each other, they found out that this place was built by ONE PERSON, in A FEW SECONDS after the first fight ended. And when they asked for the name of the person, they answered back…

He walks into his 'room', which consists of two beds, one table, two chairs and his current partner, one of the knights under his command. And that's another change here: Aside from the room being cleaner, max to two prisoners will be in one room, and they HAVE to 'get along' with each other, the least is that they don't fight. Once the knight sees him, he immediately bows to his leader, and he greets back with a nod.

"A last word before we meet again, Colt Formal." The Count turns back to the interrogator. "Think of this for yourself: Which Empire are you serving? The one you're being under control, or the one you and your people wish it to become? Answer that question, and you will know if your choice is correct or not." With that, the interrogator just walks away, leaving the confused prisoners behind.

"Sir." The knight asks the Count. "What did you two talk?"

"Nothing further than the matters he has addressed before."

Yes, that was not the first time they talked. The interrogator has held up many interrogations before, but most of them were just about the reason they attacked his 'nation'. And their answer was always the same: to conquer the place and turn it into their control. And then later on, the question has changed to: Did everyone desire for this to happen? That caused the prisoners to separate into two sides: One agreed, while the other opposed. He and his knights were on the later one. Violence is not what they want to make the Empire be more glorious than it already had. He takes no fun in killing any beings, and he will never make it as his habit. He followed the Empire's orders because his city would be in problems if he didn't. That doesn't apply to everyone.

"Although, he did say that people will be pissed at him if he didn't keep his promise."

"From what we heard about his feats, I doubt there's someone who could scare him."

"Who knows? But now, facts are that we're the prisoners of this world and we have to accept that."

The two of them then sigh and sit on their beds. Then, the knight asks: "Do you think our relatives thought that we're dead?"

"Definitely. The Empire will raise fear, or confidence, on the normal citizens with some make-up stories like 'they died for our causes' or so. And with that, more people come, more people die."

"But…" A blue light interrupts their conversation, as they look at the thing causing that. "Another one of those news?"

Colt takes a closer look… and grimaces. "No. The third, and final battle before the invasion… from this side."

Location: Battlefield, in front of the Gate

"They don't give up, do they?" One of the leaders of the nations asks in annoyance. "Haven't they already guessed what happened to the previous attacks?"

"It's about their prides as well. Human tends to do everything just to protect it." The interrogator places his left hand on the handle of his left katana. "That's what makes us… a little different than the other races."

"You know you have surpassed that point, don't you?" Another one asks.

"*Smile sadly* If I have, this invasion could never accomplish anything. Ah, here they come." He points his right index finger towards the gate, where Saderan Army pushes into his city. "Let's see how many can survive our attacks this time."

From the point of the Saderan

"Are you kidding me?" One of the generals, who's riding on a horse, asks in disbelief. When the first and second Legion passed through the gate, none of them ever returned to report what they have achieved. They have assumed that both of the legions are dead, given the fact their attacks on the first Gate were completely failures. Given how soldiers have described the first world looked like, they have assumed that they could have faced similar one. But no, facing them right now is only a group of young girls and a man standing in the middle. Even though they're indeed holding weapons, only a few of them couldn't face a whole legion. "They're just a bunch of girls, and one guy! Our Legions are not that weak to be defeated by such weaklings!"

One of the leaders is about to shout back in childish disapproval, when the interrogator just raises his hand up to stop her. He then turns back to the general who just said that. They are in the range of being able to hear each other. "That's quite a rude comment, coming from a general no less. Didn't you have some battle rules about not underestimating your opponents?" He then grabs his katana's sheath and plants the other end on the ground, with both of his hand now grabbing the handle. "If you didn't see your comrades return, then you should have assumed we have done something to them."

Seeing how over-confident the man is, the general snorts. "Plebeians, you think you are higher than us? We Imperial Army will always be the superior ones, compared to savages like you all!"

"Hey! How dare you call us savages!" Another leader shouts in disbelief, as she points her broadsword toward the general. "Comparing to our weapons, yours are just poorly made! And your outfits look terrible!"

That triggers nearly every Saderan soldier who hears that insult. Their grips on the weapons harden, as the general pulls out his own sword at points to the 'savages' and shouts: "You shut your mouth, you damn…"

"She does have a point." Feeling something touching his right leg, the general turns and greets the man from before examining his armor with the sheathed sword. "Look from afar, pretty, but when up close, your clothes have so many flaws that our newly-trained tailors would scream at yours own for being so stupid to make this design." During the monologue, the general is too surprised that the interrogator moved too close without them noticing, and he swings his sword down only for the man to raise the sheath of the weapon up and block it without any interruptions. Then, when the monologue is done, the man swats the sword of the general away, and with quick movements, lightly jumps up and swings the sheath to the general's chest, sending him off the horse's back and crashing into his soldiers. And because of the sudden movement, the horse runs away in fear. "And don't make me talk about that pathetic sword of yours, not even able to cut into my sheath."

Instantly alarmed, the Centurions start ordering their soldiers to quickly move into formation. The man before them just stands there with his sword down, looks at the army with bored look. The general manages to stand back up with his soldiers' help, and he glares at the man in anger and fear. But, clearing the later emotion away from his mind, he orders his soldiers: "Do not fear him! They're just weaklings! They just caught me by surprise, nothing more! Forward and kill them all!"

"Oh really?" The man hears it and smirks to himself. Then he turns back to the leaders of the nations and gives out a thumb up…

The prison, Colt's cell

It has begun, the slaughter.

With the thumb up, the leaders of the nations start channeling their spells in one go, and in a few seconds, their attacks start: A giant sword appears from the sky and strikes down to the midst of the army, killing about thirty men and knocking the others away. One horizontal slash wave coming from one leader narrowly misses the interrogator to the left, cuts through the shields of the soldiers and destroys, not kills, all the soldiers and monsters in the way, and when it touches the ground it explodes again and kills another good amount of Saderan. A massive Earth spear thrusts through another part of the army and earns more kills. Who's unfortunately enough would get slammed into an iceberg raising from the ground after being thrust by the spear. With the interrogator himself, he slightly draws his sword out and disappears in a blink of an eye, then reappears in his previous location with the sword fully out. Then he slams his sword back to the sheath, and immediately sword cuts appear in the air and slashes hundreds of Saderan soldiers into mince.

And that's just the beginning. With the first attacks done, the leaders start shining up, and in a few seconds, they have turned into their divine forms and charge at the soldiers with high speed. On the other hand, the interrogator snaps his right fingers once, and on the sky, squads of divine armors appear and descend down, assisting the leaders in fighting his comrades. None of them stands a chance against them, even the monsters like Orcs with high strength and resistance can't withstand up to third hit. But this time, the interrogator does nothing but watch the fight going… only to appear right in front of anyone who's trying to sneak away and decapitate them with no remorse and then return to the watch with no problems.

Upon watching the decapitations, Colt unconsciously touches his neck. It's no joke, the interrogator has done the same thing to him when he tried to fight him, but… for some reasons, the blade went through his neck leaving no marks on it. When both stopped because of the strange development, the interrogator sighed… in relief, then knocked him unconscious… "How I survived that is beyond my understanding…"

"Not just you, sir." The knight knows what the Count is talking about. "That divine armor thrust me with its lance, but other than destroying my armor, my body wasn't harmed at all."

"You could call that as fate." The two turn their heads outside and see a guard standing there. Unlike the prison cells they saw in their world, this one's door is replaced by a thunder spell that will activate if a prisoner tries to run or misbehaves. "None of the leaders like killing sentient beings, so they created a method so that no one would be killed senselessly under their protection."

The soldier asks in disbelief: "Then why were our comrades killed?"

The guard doesn't immediately answer. When the screams of the dying soldiers weaken, he says: "You have seen for yourself, the five leaders of the nations. The fifth one is he most unique one, as he's not the same as the others, and yet he can wield their powers with no problems. And he's only one who wields the power of deciding one to be deserved to live or not."

That sends shiver down the listeners' core, as Colt says: "So he saw us as…"

"However, it seems to be something he couldn't control by himself." The guard interrupts. "But he could rely on it to know if his decisions are right or wrong. Most of the time, it's correct."

"I see…" Colt says to himself, then realizes one crucial thing: "You just gave out…"

The guard laughs, interrupting him again. "That doesn't change the fact he could alter reality to a certain point. Us human won't stand a chance against him." Then he changes the subject: "It's free time now, so you can go anywhere in here. Don't cause yourself any troubles." Then the guard walks away and joins the others.

The Count and the knight sit there silently, then diverts their eyes back to the screen. The killing's still going, and the army's not pushing any further. Then the knight asks: "How many will join us after this?"

"With this process? I hope it's as many as possible."

A few days later

Location: Fifth nation, Outdoor meeting

"Citizens, what you saw and heard are the truth." The fifth nation's leader starts speaking, after he motions the people to be quiet. "The ones who attacked us are from different world than we have known so far. The portal, called Gate by themselves, opened occasionally before, and this time, two have opened: one that connects to one of the Earth, and the other connects to us. These people, they came through the Gate, conquered any nations they faced, and turned them into their properties." Murmurs start rising up. "They have managed to kill a lot of people on Earth, and possibly kidnap some as well. They planned to do the same to us…" That causes the noise to stay down instead of raising up, because: "If this Gate didn't open in my nation, but in the other ones. And fortunately, it happened, so other than our buildings being thrashed, no casualties of people are done." That makes many people cheer for the good result. "Of course, that can't say for the invaders. And because they attacked, we have to respond. *Pause* I have made a deal with one of the captured, that we will head to their Empire and bring the justice to them." And with that, people shout in agreement and they're eager to make those Empire guys a good punishment.

"But…" That makes the audience turn silence again. "We're NOT going to punish ALL of them." After a pause for the people to swallow it, the 'interrogator' continues: "You all know well enough about this. We were at wars against each other before, we all understand well the desires of these people. For that, we can't blame all of them for the attacks. To be honest, we can't blame them for anything at all. They were just like us before: arrogant, prideful, believing that they're the best. And they have hold that thought for a long time, considering none of their past enemies have defeated them. But, this time they face Earth and us. They will learn that, violence will never be the only way to become more powerful. And, they're not the best at all, since there will be people who are greater than them." Another pause. "I have discussed with your leaders before, and I will say our final decision: We WILL go through that Gate, we WILL make contacts with Earth, but we WILL NOT wage war unnecessarily. We come, only to offer a peaceful treat between worlds, like we have done before. This way, there's no need for bloodstreams to be flowed, no need for heads to roll, and…"

"Oh come on! Stop the drama already!" That one sudden outburst from a leader causes the 'interrogator' to drop his serious face and turn to the girl. "Jeez, even when you threatened to destroy a world before, you weren't this serious."

"N…N… DO YOU HAVE TO SAY THAT? I'M TRYING TO BE COOL HERE!" To nobody's surprise, the fifth leader outbursts back in childish manner, causing the audience to giggle at the change of mood. At least they know that their leaders are still the same.

"Hey, this is our fic, right? Happy-go-lucky is in our job description!" That leader just raises her fingers up to make a 'V' signal.

"… Technically, it's not." Defeated at that logic, the 'interrogator' sighs. "Damn it, all the mood building up is for nothing now."

Another leader giggles in her hand. "You know we can rely on you for those kinds of events, right? That's why we aren't in the same problems as yours."

The only male of the group hugs his face with his palms while grunting in despair. "I hate you girls so much…"

"To be honest, sir." One of the reporters comments. "That's why you like them, right?"

"… I want to kick you in the face now, but that would just dig my hole deeper." That causes the atmosphere to completely break and the audience laugh out loud for that. Deciding to end this, the fifth leader stands straight up and concludes: "I think that's all I need to say for now. From tomorrow, appointed battalions will go pass the Gate and eliminate the surrounding threats and then make a base there. From that, we will try to communicate with the natives. Depending on their reactions, we will make a corresponding plan."

As people are cheering up, the fourth leader says to the fifth: "I think it's time for you to show them who we are."

The fifth chuckles. "Well, it's time to end anyway." Then he raises his right knuckle up and shouts: "GLORY TO THE CPUS!"

And with that, the invaded worlds prepare for the upcoming events that would change their ways of living forever.

Chapter 1 end!

Yep, you read it for yourself. This time there will be two Gates: one connecting to the 'original' Earth, and the second one... the last speech already gave that out.

When I write 'worlds', I mean more than just the ones mentioned in this chapter. Not only three worlds will interact with each other, but the others from different universe as well. Prepare for a massive collision of characters into Falmart.

And yes, the fifth nation leader is my OC, one of the OP ones.

By the way, the 'divine armors' are Alto Angelo and Bianco Angelo from DMC4. Really like their designs.

That's it, for now. Hope you enjoy this story, and see you in the next chapters!