"They've begun to move."

A gravelly voice echoed throughout the dark room. One could make out the fact that this was a huge room from the echo.

"Huh."

A deep booming voice replied to it.

"Maybe we should go ahead with our plan, then."

A voice that sounded sweet, yet sent chills down the back, sounded out. Emotions were completely absent in the voice.

"Yes." The booming voice decided.

"But my lord..." The gravelly voice seemed hesitant.

"Hmm?" The booming voice sounded slightly displeased. "You have any objections?"

"Y-yes, my lord." The gravelly voice shook a little, seemingly afraid of the booming voice. "A whole planet... wouldn't the disappearance alert them?"

"You have a point," The booming voice mused. "You know what? Send a message, and those who didn't consent, wipe them."

"Yes, my lord!" The gravelly voice sounded excited. "I'll go do it right now!"

"While you're on it," the booming voice added, "Do that with every planet."

"B-but, my lord... none of the others have reached the minimum required technology yet... only this one..."

"Do it." The tone of the man with the booming voice turned sharp. It was as if his order was unquestionable, the words exerting immense pressure on the one with the gravelly voice.

"Y-y-yes, my lord. I shall obey." Footsteps echoed, after which the creaking of a door opening and closing sounded, following by a resounding BOOM! as the door shut, leaving behind a resounding echo.

"Remind me to get sound dampeners on the walls." The booming voice grumbled.

"Yes, Master." The emotionless voice was emotionless.

As the gravelly man walked to a room at the very end of the corridor, he looked through the files in front of him.

'Hah! Who knew that although Stevlsra was the top in technology, they weren't even the tenth place in culture? Comprising solely of extremely intelligent warlike race must be hard for Stevlsra. The top seems to be the world in the third place, Earth? Hmm... true that, whether it be novels, anime, cartoons, or TV, they're at the pinnacle of culture out of the 127 sapient worlds.'

As he mused to himself, he walked into the room and shut the door behind him. Being scolded for not doing that until you were within an inch of death seemed to be quite... memorable.

As he walked forward, the faint light from the screens ahead reflected off his face, showing off his sharply defined features. A squarish jaw, a thick neck, and square glasses on his nose, he looked like a buff scholar.

"If you don't get the Space-Time Inversion Law, I'll beat it into you until you get it."

These lines seem to perfectly represent the man in question.

"It's time. All worlds, question, no consent - wipe."

These concise words would've been the nightmares of any engineer, yet the man sitting on a chair in front of the screens simply nodded. "Roger."

A few taps later, the screens lit up, and the World Games began.