A time-traveling thief altering history.

The Neon Glow of the year 2187 flickered outside the window as Orion Voss secured the stolen artifact in his satchel. Time travel was illegal, but that had never stopped him before. To the world, he was a ghost, a whisper in the corridors of history, altering events for a price.

Tonight, he had a new mission. His client, an unknown benefactor, had wired an obscene amount of credits to his untraceable account. The job? Simple, yet audacious—steal Napoleon Bonaparte’s personal journal before it was lost to history.

Orion activated the Chrono Gauntlet strapped to his wrist. The mechanism whirred, recalibrating time coordinates, and in a flash of light, he was gone.

(I)1815 – Château de Malmaison, France

The scent of burning wood and parchment filled the air. Napoleon sat at his desk, scribbling furiously, unaware that history was about to change. Orion materialized in the shadows, his pulse steady. Years of experience had honed him into a master thief—silent, precise, unseen.

He crept toward the desk, eyes locked on the leather-bound journal resting beside Napoleon’s elbow. Just as he reached for it, the former emperor stilled, his quill hovering over the page.

“Strange,” Napoleon murmured in French. “The air feels… different.”

Orion barely breathed. The Chrono Gauntlet’s stealth mode masked his presence, but something had alerted Napoleon. He had to move—fast. With a practiced motion, he swiped the journal and activated the gauntlet.

A sharp jolt shot through his arm. Something was wrong. The device flickered, glitching.“Non!” Napoleon roared, spinning around. Their eyes locked, and in that instant, Orion realized—

He had broken time itself.

(II)2187 – The New Empire

Orion crashed onto cold pavement, gasping. The air smelled of iron and smoke. He blinked up at the towering structures that should not have existed.

Gone was the neon skyline of the Intergalactic Republic. Instead, colossal statues of Napoleon the Eternal loomed over a city bathed in eerie golden light. Soldiers in imperial uniforms marched down the streets, carrying energy rifles embossed with the insignia of a Napoleonic Empire that had Never fallen.

“What have I done?” Orion whispered.

A metallic Voice crackled in his ear. “Temporal breach detected. Causality disrupted. Reset imperative.”

The Chrono Gauntlet’s AI was failing, but the message was clear. By stealing Napoleon’s journal, he had changed history. Napoleon must have recovered it, uncovered his own fate, and rewritten destiny. Orion had created a world where the French Emperor had never lost.

Before he could react, a spotlight fixed on him. A mechanical sentry, adorned in gold-plated armor, leveled a weapon at his chest.

“Halt! By decree of Emperor Bonaparte XIV, all time-travelers are to be detained!”

Orion bolted. The streets were unfamiliar, the past and future tangled beyond recognition. He had to fix this—but how?

(III)The Resistance

After hours of evading patrols, Orion found himself in the ruins of an underground resistance hideout. Ancient maps lined the walls, showing the true history before his interference. A Group of rebels, dressed in patched uniforms from different time periods, regarded him warily.

“You’re the one who caused this,” a woman said, stepping forward. Her name was Elyse Laurent, a direct descendant of one of Napoleon’s lost rivals. “You fractured time.”

Orion raised his hands in surrender. “I can fix it.”

Elyse narrowed her eyes. “How?”

“The same way I broke it,” Orion said, tapping the Chrono Gauntlet. “I go back and put everything right.”

A murmur swept through the rebels. Time travel was forbidden under Napoleon XIV’s rule. But this was their chance.

Elyse tossed him a historical data chip. “This contains records of the original timeline. You’ll need it to undo the damage.”

Orion slotted the chip into his gauntlet and recalibrated the settings. The rebels Gave him one last nod of approval before he activated the jump.

(IV)1815 – The Correction

Orion materialized back in Napoleon’s study, just moments before his first theft. The emperor was still writing, oblivious. This time, Orion moved quickly, placing the journal back on the desk and withdrawing into the shadows.Napoleon glanced at the book, frowning slightly. Then, as if nothing had happened, he resumed writing. Time realigned.

(V)2187 – Restored

Orion gasped as he landed in the neon-lit skyline of the Intergalactic Republic. The statues of Napoleon were gone, replaced by floating billboards and starships. The timeline had been restored.

His communicator buzzed. A familiar voice crackled through. “Good work, Chrono Thief. Another mission awaits.”

Orion smirked. History would always need fixing. And he was just the man for the job.