I am the Emperor of Humanity across the Multiverse

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As the live broadcast of Texas International News continued, the screen was flooded with comments expressing shock and confusion, with the live chat exploding in intense debate.

However, the female host, standing by the fountain at the estate, was completely unaware that the live broadcast had caused such an uproar.

At this moment, she turned around and witnessed the massive Thunderhawk gunship slowly descending onto a nearby landing platform. When she saw the towering figures of Samuel Young, Guilliman, Sanguinius, and the ten Thunder Warriors armed with bolt rifles emerging from the gunship, she was left speechless.

For a moment, even with her professional experience and composure, she found it difficult to remain calm.

She raised her hands and rubbed her eyes hard. After lowering her hands and looking again, she finally confirmed that what she was seeing was real, not some hallucination.

With a shaky voice, she resumed the broadcast:

"L-ladies and gentlemen, as you can see, the owner of Atlas, Mr. Samuel Young, is walking toward the UN Court building... along with his... his bodyguards. 

"However, I cannot fully explain Mr. Young's unusual height. From my perspective, he stands at a terrifying two meters and sixty centimeters tall!

"And among his bodyguards, there's even an angel?! This individual is clad in some sort of advanced armor and has pure white wings sprouting from their back!

"Oh... my God. I can't believe what I'm seeing. I want to say it's fake, but those wings look too real. And this 'angel' is also over two meters sixty in height... 

"Wasn't Atlas opposed to experiments with Compound No. 5? Besides Compound No. 5, I cannot imagine any other explanation for what I'm seeing! That can't possibly be an angel! It just can't!

"W-wait... I-I'm sorry, I can't keep my composure any longer..."

The host momentarily lost control of her emotions, but quickly realized her lapse and immediately began regulating her breathing, doing her best to calm herself.

It seemed she might be a Christian or Catholic, and the sight of Samuel, Guilliman, and Sanguinius had clearly shaken her to the core, challenging her deeply held beliefs and perceptions.

Meanwhile, on Samuel's side:

As he stepped out of the Thunderhawk, leading his Primarch sons and the Thunder Warriors toward the public, he could instantly sense a wide array of emotional responses.

For example, the female host harbored a sense of self-doubt, convinced that Samuel, Guilliman, and Sanguinius were "fake" and simply superhumans enhanced by Compound No. 5.

However, Samuel had no interest in addressing her thoughts.

In his earlier public appearances and the periodic uploads of his exploits by the public relations and media departments, the goal had been to mentally prepare the public in advance.

Soon, they arrived at the security checkpoint leading into the courtroom.

The Dutch National Security Agency agents and the elite military special forces stationed there all swallowed nervously as they saw Samuel and his towering entourage, trying to suppress their anxiety and fear.

Despite their tension, the agents and soldiers maintained a professional demeanor, hiding any signs of cowardice.

A suited agent stepped forward, glanced at the massive boltguns the Thunder Warriors were carrying, then looked up at Samuel and said:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Young, but your armed bodyguards cannot enter the courtroom with you."

"Understood."

Samuel raised his hand, signaling for the ten Thunder Warriors to spread out and take positions on the perimeter.

"And these two?" The agent gestured toward Guilliman and Sanguinius, standing by Samuel's sides.

"Don't worry. These are my sons," Samuel said with a genuine smile before the agent could finish. "I can assure you, as long as everything in the courtroom proceeds normally, they will remain silent. Now, let's get on with the security check. I believe everyone inside is getting impatient."

With that, Samuel stepped forward, indicating for the agent to proceed with the inspection.

"Yes, sir."

The agent, his mind clouded by a constant whisper of "Let them pass," raised his metal detector and began scanning Samuel.

Even though the detector beeped repeatedly, the agent showed no reaction.

Once the standard security procedure was completed, the agent stepped aside and said, "Please, Mr. Young."

"Thank you."

Samuel nodded with a smile and led Guilliman and Sanguinius into the courthouse.

The agents and soldiers watched in silence as the trio disappeared around the corridor's corner, unable to speak until they were out of sight.

Not long after...

Inside the courtroom, with its towering twenty-meter ceiling:

At the front sat a row of UN officials from various countries, along with the extremely grim-faced UN Secretary-General.

Seated in the audience, spread across two levels, were representatives from different organizations, civilians, NGOs, government officials, and a large number of journalists who had been granted permission to ask questions.

Everyone present wore a mix of expressions — fear, confusion, and, in the case of a few individuals with red buttons on their collars, an unsettling calmness. 

Some of these calm figures belonged to the core team members of Atlas's PR and diplomatic departments.

Samuel, however, stood behind a podium that looked absurdly small in comparison to his towering frame, facing the array of UN officials and the Secretary-General.

Guilliman and Sanguinius stood on either side of him, their imposing presence intimidating the audience below.

The courtroom was shrouded in a strange silence following the entrance of Samuel and his sons.

"Owner of Atlas, Mr. Samuel Young."

Finally, the silence was broken by the Secretary-General, whose nameplate read "Kanan Anfis / Nationality: Rwanda," as he asked:

"On behalf of the United Nations, and on behalf of all nations and humanity, I would like to ask how your family's company, Atlas, achieved such groundbreaking technological advances that no nation, even with all its resources, could match?"

"No comment," Samuel responded with a smile.

The Secretary-General was momentarily speechless but continued:

"In that case, why did Atlas, when capable of constructing military space fleets, choose to conceal it from the public? And why did you privately assemble such a fleet?"

"Atlas's business includes military contracting. Is having a private fleet strange?" Samuel countered, his smile fading as his tone became sharp.

"Enough with the meaningless questions. Let's get to the point.

"You and the people behind you want to steal Atlas's technological achievements, yet you can't overpower us through traditional military or economic means.

"So now you've organized this so-called hearing, attempting to use moral blackmail to coerce me? Laughable.

"Let me tell you, and all of humanity, why I refuse to share advanced technology. It's because most countries—like your masters, the UK and the USA—are controlled by a group of power-hungry elites who are little more than animals."

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