Ciri was delighted that He-El cared about her feelings. Her bright eyes and white teeth flashed as she smiled. "Let me do it, He-El. I'll wipe out every disgusting bastard on that Earth. I'll make Earth submit beneath your command, He-El. Anyone who refuses will be used for biological experiments. From now on, that place will be called He-El's Dog Universe."
Ciri patted her chest and made this bold guarantee.
There was nothing on that Earth that could compare to the moment of tenderness He-El had shown her.
"That doesn't mean you need to go to such extremes." He-El shook his head with an amused, helpless smile. "I'll send Hela, you, part of the Mechanical Clan, and part of the Death Legion over there.
New Krypton is currently short on manpower. Ciri, I need you to return to your universe, reclaim it, create a large workforce, and conquer your universe.
The Mechanical Clan will assist you in building a Dyson Sphere in the Solar System of your universe. In that universe, there is Dawn, the intelligent life I left behind, as well as some metahumans who may refuse to obey. You'll need to conquer them one by one, beat them into submission, and make them serve me.
That was the universe where I began, and the universe where you began following me. In that universe, I was a little too reckless back then. It may not be very safe there now, so this won't be easy. It will be challenging and dangerous. Are you still willing?"
Even if she was unwilling, He-El would not mind. Ciri was not suited to be a decision-maker or a conqueror. She was a researcher.
Of course, Ciri did not need to become a decision-maker or conqueror. New Krypton would formulate strategies behind her, so