Isekai into Marvel/DC

Bonus Chapters 3-7

I teleported to the prison planet Odin sent Hela to. In this universe, she was less evil, but her stepmother, Freya, didn’t want any of Frigg’s children around, so he sent her away. She agreed to it because she still trusted her father, but thousands of years of being stuck on the planet with nothing to do most likely changed that opinion. Hela was completely nude, the singular set she was sent with most likely disintegrated from age, as did everything else she went with.

Hela, the goddess of death, and Odin’s general didn’t look insane, just extremely bored. She kicked a patch of dirt with her bare feet as she tried to make a dirt mountain just to pass the time. I call out to her. “Hey there, Hela. How’s it going?” She didn’t even turn in my direction, her boredom was so strong it dulled her other senses. Without anything else around, she would have quit looking at the sound hallucinations thousands of years ago.

I call out again as I start moving towards her. “Hey Hela, how’s it going? You want to talk for a bit?” She finally looks up and stares for a minute, most likely testing to see if I would vanish like all the other times she thought someone had arrived to take her away. When she realizes I’m real, she dons a set of armor and brings two swords out of nowhere. As threatening as she is, I was just upset I was wrong about her clothing.

Muttering to myself. “Of course, she has a weapon dimension. I should have thought of that.” Gods weren’t omnipotent; even the One Above All and The Presence could disagree with each other. If they were infallible, then they would agree on absolutely everything. She made her way slowly over to me. All gods were built differently, and my powers amplified each other tremendously.

I could think faster than them, but also use the speed force and slow them down. It meant unless they used their divinity to shield them from the slowing, sped their brain up to mine, and also sped their body up, they couldn’t compete with me on speed. Even then, they’d have to be tangentially related to speed like Hermes or Hermod.

I could think about what I wanted to do to her as she approached me at a snail's pace. I wanted to talk to her, even as a god of death, she didn’t deserve this punishment Odin placed on her head just because he got sick of his first wife. He threw her away for no reason, not only that, but she was his flesh and blood. She followed his orders unquestioningly, even when she knew they were wrong because she trusted her father that much and he took that trust and shit all over it.

I didn’t want to fight, so I wouldn’t. Teleporting a mile away, I waited for her to notice me again and kept teleporting until she had finally calmed down. I pulled two chairs out of my storage and set them down across from each other. She acted like she was ready to talk, but after getting closer, she tried to sneak attack me. Teleporting away, I set the chairs further away this time so she knew she would never be able to catch me before I got away.

As she sat down, I waited for her to get used to the soft feeling of the chair. On a barren planet like this, there wasn’t much in the way of creature comforts to help ease the time. Even just sitting on something comfortable was probably sending pleasure sensations right to her brain that she hadn’t felt for millennia. She let out an unwanted grunt of pleasure as she finally remembered I was sitting across from her watching her butt try to hump the chair.

I just come right out and ask. “You’re father, how do you feel about him?” Half expecting her to jump out of the chair and charge me she doesn’t. Instead, she leans forward, placing her elbows on her knees as she coldly stares at me. “Hatred doesn’t describe what I feel for my father. When I get out of here, I’ll spend the rest of my life hunting him down and destroying everything he loves. That is all he deserves.”

Killing a god like Zeus wouldn’t do anything except set off Ragnarok. I didn’t want that to happen until I had another Eden-like dimension I could move the other gods to so they didn’t die. I ask. “What would it take to delay your plans… Let’s say, five years.” I could probably do it in six months, but I was done working hard and only wanted to work on my separate god dimension when I had free time.

She sneered at me as she answered. “Only his suffering would stop me from hunting him down and taking his head.” With no fanfare, I pulled out his arm. “Well, right now he’s missing an arm, an eye, and most of his teeth, so I can say for sure he’ll be in pain for a few months until he recovers.” I pull out his magical eye and toss his teeth on the ground as well. The eye was one of the most advanced pieces of scrying magic I had ever seen before and could even spy across dimensions.

I had one of Zeus’s legs, several chunks of his scalp with the hair still attached, and the living magical thunderbolt he used as a weapon. He could conjure lightning himself, but his strongest attacks all came from the living lightning elemental that a titan gave him. Both were cool, but not so amazing that I’d have gone out of my way to steal them from the gods. It was just a nice little bonus to get more magical equipment mixed with divinity for me to study.

She abandoned attacking me and ran over to her father's arm as she began to frantically eat it. Eating it down to the bone, I could feel her divinity grow slightly as she absorbed the spare divinity left in the arm by her father. I didn’t know what happened, but in a separate dimension, Odin’s calm expression began to shift as he felt the divine power that was slowly restoring his hand fail. Slowly, his separated arm would wither as his body regrew the arm, his divinity trying to get him back to his original form, but with the consumption from another god, he would never regrow it; only the sacrifice of divinity by a god of magic could do it now.

She sat back down with blood drenching most of the way down her front. I cast a cleansing spell to clean off the blood and millennia-old dust from her body. Now that she wasn’t behaving like a rabid dog, she could sense the difference in our strength. She was stronger than her father, but not by much. An outright fight between the two could go either of their ways, depending on the smallest advantage or a single mistake either one of them made. That was no longer the case. She stared at me as her body felt something she had never felt before. “Fight me, if you defeat me, I’ll wait to end my father.”

I teleport behind her and slam her into the floor. Before her body recovered, I teleported into the ground I hammered her into before double-hand slamming her even deeper and deeper again. Five strikes against her before she could recover, as I felt her divinity falter and her spine start to fracture. I disliked going all out, but with Hela, I felt it completely necessary as a single mistake in our fight could have had me fleeing to recover. Her swords were coated with death divinity; if I were scratched by them, I would have needed to use my divinity to fight off the corrupting divinity in my body.

She crawled her way out of the hole as I picked her up and placed her on the new chair I brought out after obliterating the other one underneath her. She couldn’t use her legs anymore, and it would take her years to recover before she could. I began to use my own divinity to heal her. It was expensive, but not something that would be impossible for me to fix, making things was always harder than destroying them, and that went with divinity as well.

She recovered enough to know how strong I was, but that feeling she had never felt in her long life came back in full. She didn’t know that she was feeling aroused at the prospect of finding a compatible mate. As I kissed her, the feelings started to matter less and less as she just rolled with what was happening. It took five sentences from me for Hela to agree not to attack her father and for her to want to have my children. 

Bonus Chapter 04

Hela could have easily passed as a goddess of love and beauty like Aphrodite instead of the goddess of death. She had bottom-heavy assets… I mean, she had a huge cake I wanted to take a bite out of. A thiccc gyatt with three C’s. She was built like a Pixar mom. Her bottom was heavy. She had a huge ass is what I was getting at. At least compared to the rest of her.

I tossed her onto the bed, I teleported onto the planet as she teleported her clothes away. While I was happy she took off the sword helmet thing, I was also surprised. As I looked at her beauty, pale white skin with zero blemishes went down to her already spread legs… Which had a perfectly shaped vagina with its maidenhead still intact. She was still a virgin.

I thought she might have been a virgin, but she somehow kept it from being broken through all her combat and hadn’t broken it from masturbation. She was on a barren planet for millennia after all, but that might have been my human side speaking. Without anything to do, I normally masturbate. It was just slightly surprising she was still a virgin.

It did mean the fast rough fucking I gave to the other goddesses(except Hestia who was also a virgin) would need to be put on hold as I made her first time more memorable and special. The surprise that crossed her face as I crawled between her legs and got to work licking her entrance instead of roughly mating her as she expected was a nice bonus to how this was going to play out.

She ran her fingers through my hair as I licked, nibbled, and kissed my way over every part of her entrance. For a goddess of Death, I don’t think she was ready for the pleasure I could bring her, as she looked almost scared as she orgasmed the first time. Cumming was the ultimate equalizer, how many perfectly laid plans fell to shambles the minute sex was brought into the equation. 

She may have thought of using me to weaken or kill her father, but at the end of the day, her newly found love/lust for me might make her care significantly less about her revenge in the future… Even though I’d still help her kill her father, it was just better for him not to die until the right time. I couldn’t help but tease her. “Woah, maybe you are the goddess of singing with how loud you were just now.”

The hand running through my head grabbed my hair and forced me back down as she spoke condescendingly. “Maybe you should put that mouth to better use than saying funny things to piss me off.” I chuckled into her vagina which drew another moan out of her. Fine, we’ll play it her way for now and see how long it takes for her to give in.

I kept putting my mouth to better use as I brought her to orgasm over and over again. If one thing the long imprisonment taught Hela, it was patience. She could be one of the only women in the universe who could outlast me… At least if I kept up the slow and steady pace I had been going the last few hours. I slowly kissed my way up her body as I began kissing her on her top lips now that I was done with the bottom.

She was thoroughly ready and raring to go now. I couldn’t help but ask. “So, are you ready for the next step?” She didn’t say anything else; her attempt to be stoic wouldn’t have been so cute if she had been screaming, not even three minutes ago, for more. A small, almost imperceptible nod was the only go-ahead she’d give for me to take the next step, and I did so.

I pierced the barrier that had protected her love canal for thousands of years in one swift motion and barely pushed my way inside until she grew accustomed to my entrance. Slowly, the slowest I could possibly go, I made my way deeper and deeper into her. It didn’t take very long for her to complain and for the smirk to form on my face. “Can you go any faster? This is ridiculous.”

That was my sign to speed up and start fucking her. It was all an effort to overwhelm her senses, I could have made her beg but that would have just pissed her off even more. No, I played the game long enough to know that having her ask for it would win the battle but not the war. To make her fall in love with me, I needed to keep sex entertaining and not make it a competition. A competition that she couldn’t win.

She was tight, tighter than most other gods, but still not the same level of soul-sucking that Wonder Woman provided, which meant I could keep control of most of my faculties and didn’t lose myself to the mating lust like I would have with Diana. It was still difficult not to just get down to rutting like I wanted to instead of making her first time special. Neither of us would remember anything but our hips slamming together over and over again if I lost myself to the lust.

It was too early to put a child in her, and she had mixed feelings about having them anyway. She viewed it from the point of her parents, who were both… Kind of the fucking worst. Odin was the one who abandoned her the moment he married a younger god, and Frigg did nothing to stop it. She screamed in my ear as she was brought to another orgasm. It was hard not to make her mine, to mark her as mine through breeding her, but it was too early.

She was still too feral, I needed to train her to be fine around other people and perhaps kill her father, then give her another few years to calm down before she’d really be ready. There was a spark building inside her, though. She finally figured out that she likes sex; it only took her a hundred orgasms to figure it out, but she got there eventually. She wanted more of this, more of me in the future, and that was enough for now.

As we orgasmed together, she was worn out enough to start sweating. Gods didn’t sweat like normal people, it was only a clear indication that they were putting in enough effort. They started to sweat. She was soaked, and because of our bodies making contact over and over again, I was soaked in her sweat as well.

Over the course of a few weeks, I introduced her to Earth’s population and let her grow used to being around other people again. Slowly, as she was introduced to more things she liked, she started to come out of her shell. It wouldn’t be until years later that her father actually died, and it wasn’t from either of us. The gods had the tendency of taking down their own if they sensed weakness and Odin was the weakest he ever had been.

She became normal, at least someone forced to live on a barren planet with no stimulus could get. She had her first child about five years after we first met, and ever since then, every hundred or so years, when her child had grown up and moved on, she’d come visit me again. Slowly, she changed and became more than she was before. A thousand years after her father’s death, she was no longer known as Hela the conqueror or Hela the goddess of death. But as Hela, the goddess of life and death.

She didn’t want to fight with her brother Thor over the succession of Asgard, but when he was too busy, she would step in. Slowly, she became the reliable one out of her seven siblings and held the Norse pantheon together, thus avoiding Ragnarok in its entirety. That was the thing with those self-fulfilling prophecies: a daughter's hatred turning towards indifference was enough to stop the prophecy from ever coming to fruition. 

All it took for Odin, who had fought so desperately to stop it from happening, was the butterfly effect from someone outside the pantheon making almost imperceptible changes. You could even say I stopped Ragnarok with my cock if you really thought about it.

Bonus Chapter 05

“Alright, so the second you touch the body, I brought the Phoenix force should transfer to it.” It was a difficult process because the Phoenix force didn’t communicate with Jean, I don’t think she could without heavy backlash to her. It made making the perfect body for the Phoenix very difficult. Iteration after iteration failed as she didn’t even try to transfer, and if she did, it would only be for a moment before the vessel started to collapse.

The Phoenix force was a fundamental element of the universe, like Death. It meant that even just her avatar would be as strong, if not stronger, than a god. Every time Jean died, it was because she wasn’t the perfect vessel. If she could have just tapped into 1% of the Phoenix force, she’d be one of the most powerful people on the planet.

She wasn’t the goddess of rebirth per se, but more the cycle of life. I tried a little bit of everything, making a clone body with all the best DNA in the universe, using a robot body like Hestia’s, and making another source of power like I did to give Death an avatar, and none of that worked. Only when I took Jean's and my DNA and combined them, making a pseudo-child of ours, did I have any success.

The process required me to create a child and age it up instead of making a body from scratch. I don’t know why, but that was the only progress I had in giving Phoenix a body. As she made contact, I could see the intangible force become tangible as the Phoenix transferred. The body seized as Phoenix took control of it, slowly her eyes opened, and I couldn’t help but smile. I had just become the father of a universal force in a roundabout way.

I knew I needed her out of Jean, she was too dangerous if Jean died and the Phoenix force didn’t want to fuck around like in the comics she could wipe out the planet before I could do anything to stop her. If anyone else turned evil(even Superman), I had contingencies, but she would burn the planet so fast there would be no way to counter it… It was just unfortunate that I had to use my own DNA to make her, otherwise, I’d have made another girlfriend.

The process put her way too close to being an actual relative for me to have any sexual desire toward her at all. It was just something that needed to be done, and I got a pseudo-daughter that I wouldn’t have to raise out of the deal. Like Death, eventually, she’d burn through the body, but by then she’d have made many changes that would have been impossible, even with a perfect vessel like Jean Grey.

Actually, I wondered if I could make a full clone like Madelyne Pryor. I guess it was too late to think about that now anyway. She flew off with no fanfare, most likely to breathe life into new planets or scorch death on planets that have begun to decay. She was both sides of yin and yang, bringing life and death to those in the galaxy.

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Creating a vessel for Gaia to enter was much easier. All I had to do was give her a similar body to Poison Ivy; hell, Poison Ivy did most of the work herself and was just a tiny bit off from creating a vessel for Gaia to use by accident. It only took me making slight alterations for Gaia to have a body she could possess in order to protect herself going forward.

Her body was stacked… I mean, since I’m making her body, of course, I’d go with a motherly body for her. Her body was ten feet tall; the bigger vessel would let her divinity settle inside more evenly and would last longer. Large watermelon-sized breasts and hips so wide I could barely get my hands around them when I was still my base size.

As the vessel was already connected to the Earth, she slowly made her way into it through the vine system connecting it. It would allow her to split her divinity or feed her vessel if she drained it by protecting herself. Gaia wasn’t a god, she was strong, yes, but not nearly at the same level as Odin or even Thor. She could, however, fight on par with them while they were on Earth because she could constantly feed her vessel with new divinity from her celestial body to make up the difference. While on Earth, Gaia was a ‘god’.

Brown polished wood-like skin with lush floral green hair, as she opened her eyes and stared at me, it was like looking into the sun. She was beautiful and motherly, she saw the creatures on the surface as her children, but the feelings I had from creating Phoenix, she didn’t have towards me. I could tell by the wave of lust oozing from her body at the offering I gave her.

Maybe in a few thousand years, she could have eventually figured out how to make a vessel or avatar, but with my help, she skipped having to rely on the surface dwellers to keep her safe and take care of her body. Now she didn’t have to rely on anyone, she could handle problems as they came up with her vessel. Which she would do in the future, but I think right now she was planning to do something else to thank me.

I grew to her height before surpassing her slightly. If the lust and arousal wafting off her were any thicker, it might become a visible mist in the air. She was more than ready to fuck and we got to work immediately. Gaia wanted to be a mother, instinctively she craved it, and until now it was a physical impossibility for her… Until now, that is, she wanted a child in her right now, and if I didn’t provide it, she’d go looking for other strong males to breed with.

With no words communicated between us, our bodies slammed together. Her legs wrapped around me as my clothes disappeared into my storage. Her lips tasted like strawberries, she had innate control over plants, and that included making her juices taste like anything she could grow on the surface of her celestial body. The first thing to come from her mouth was a throaty moan when I penetrated her.

Her core heated up and made her skin have an almost glow to it as we began to have sex in earnest. It would burn a normal human if they came in contact with her. If I went too slow, she’d leverage her grip on me to bounce herself a few times. Finally bringing her to an orgasm, I feel the tingling sensation that means I was close as well. As he came down from her orgasm, I shot my first load inside her. She was already guaranteed pregnant, and both of us knew it.

Everything after this was just for fun. She has spent possibly thousands of years watching creatures perform the similar act of copulation as we had just done, but most mammals only have sex for procreational reasons. Humans were one of the few rare creatures that had sex for fun, so it was a pleasant surprise when Gaia popped off my dick and started to fellate me.

The Earth was horny for my cock and it made me feel something satisfied with what I did. Sure, having sex with goddesses and heroes was amazing, something only a small fraction of the population would ever get the chance to do but fucking the physical manifestation of the planet all of humanity thrived on and putting a hybrid child into her belly made me feel like I accomplished something amazing today. Humanity has been fucking the Earth with pollution for years now, now the Earth was literally fucked pregnant by humanity. 

Bonus Chapter 06

Gwendolyn Poole's Point of View

It finally came! The newest issue of the 100 comic finally came through the mail! I ran straight for the bathroom and locked myself in so I could finally read it. It was a comic I wasn’t really fond of when it first came out. The first few months of the series run were about the fallout involving one hundred people suddenly appearing in the world with superpowers.

It was exciting to see heroes and villains have their identities be revealed, and it made Batman more interesting because he was so well known for his secret identity that tearing it away made me see him from a new viewpoint. The next month or so was just following a few of the members as they either died or did something interesting.

Just as I was about to drop it, the story started following the real protagonist of the series. He was most certainly not a hero, but he definitely wasn’t a villain either. He felt most like me, and when he got involved with the Black Widow and Mary Jane, I knew I was hooked. They hadn’t really shown anything too severe up until that point, but it was implied that many of the more villainous 100 used their powers to commit heinous crimes.

The full nudity in a comic was shocking at first, but the sudden spike in sales from having two of their heroines show up in the nude had them completely change the direction of the entire story. He was weak at first, only winning most of his fights because he was the first to attack, but that’s what made him interesting. He needed to kill to get stronger, and through some luck and extremely good planning, he quickly became a powerhouse.

That was when the series shifted from a normal comic with some smut every few chapters to just a straight porno mag. I lost count of the number of times I flicked my flappy bird to Danny fucking Harley and Ivy or all the sex scenes he did with Raven. All I knew from the numbers they were projecting was that I most certainly wasn’t the only one more interested in this comic than any they ever put out.

The last comic had him banging Selene, one of the last mutants who hadn’t slept with him yet. The hundred series had one hundred comics, and sixty-nine of them were about him. The series had already shifted from being about the 100 to being about him. I was just curious who his next conquest was going to be and didn’t want either of my parents to interrupt me like they had the last few times I went to my room instead.

I was already leaking just thinking about it. I don’t know who they got to draw the art, but the man was so captivating I couldn’t believe he wasn’t based on a real person. If that person were real, he’d be a more famous actor than Leonardo DiCaprio, Brad Pitt, and The Rock combined. That little self-assured smirk he always did made me squirt just thinking about it.

I read the comic, it was about him feeling the world shifting again. He felt the fundamental laws restricting the universe started to weaken, which allowed the gods of each universe to make changes. He spent the entire episode resurrecting Batman and Spider-Man’s moms… Then he banged them, but it was cathartic the see both of them happy that they had their mother's back, but at the same time upset that they both immediately ended up in Danny’s gigantic harem.

Peter’s mom wasn’t currently seeing anyone when she died and Bruce’s mom ended up pissed at their deaths because they could have been so easily prevented. Alfred went on vacation, which was fine, but he also called off his bodyguards for some reason as well. They would have never been robbed in the first place if Thomas hadn’t picked a theatre in a crime-infested area to go to, and on top of everything, he had a pre-warning that someone was going to attempt to kill him from his finally getting into politics.

On the very last page, it was implied that it was just the first fundamental rule that was weakened, but all of them did as well. Who knew if the next comic would be time travel or someone else entering from another universe? After having a good girl wank I snuck back to my room and reread the comic before rubbing my bean like I could make a genie pop out if I did it hard enough. I fell asleep with the comic on my face.

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I looked at the girl who triggered my cosmic awareness. She was clearly not from this world… But I recognized her. Well, after I pulled the comic about me off her face, I did. She was lying in the middle of the park with her pajama bottoms halfway down her thighs and her pajama top lifted up, exposing her breasts. I could smell her girl cum leaking off her as she must have orgasmed and fell asleep right after instead of cleaning herself up.

I mentally ping her so she wakes up. She snorted as she yelled. “I was just hot, that’s why my clothes were off!” The comic fell to the ground as she leaned forward and looked around. She saw me and looked at my crotch before slowly following my body up to my eyes. “Oh, it’s this dream.” She pulled her pajama bottoms off down to her ankles before speaking. “Okay, I’m ready. Have your way with me.”

I pulled a bucket of water out of my item warehouse and drenched her. She coughed and sputtered as it struck her, and she began to breathe quickly as it sank in. “Wait a second. That didn’t wake me up. Then you’re real! You’re really real!” She ran over after tripping out of her pajamas and recovered before she hugged my leg. “Please, please, please fuck me! You got me pent up for years reading your stories. Other men just can’t compete with even the fictional you, put a bun in my oven and make me yours.”

I looked around the park, and some people would have noticed us if I hadn’t put up some subterfuge magic so no one could see or hear us. “Really? Right here in the park?” She looked around before scratching her chest right above her breast. “Well, I mean we don’t have to do it right here if you don’t want to, but I’m just going to guess no one is watching us right now because of magic, right? A bed would be more comfortable for you to leave me in after you fuck my brains out though.”

And we do just that. I take her to one of my fuck pads as she critiqued it as one that I used recently and I had to tell her it was one of my favorites because of the proximity to good food. Sure, the moon one is nice, but since I terraformed the moon, it isn’t as special, and I can’t just bang and dash on a bunch of my other, more unique locations. This one is at least smack dab in the middle of New York so I can fuck and leave.

Of course, she was a screamer who looked to talk the entire time as well. It was like fucking a female Deadpool. It was hard not to laugh at some of the shit she was saying because she was a full-on weeb neet incel otaku with a Chuunibyou complex in the other universe. One did break me, though. When she yelled out. “Drill my hole like you’re trying to strike oil.” I couldn’t help but laugh. 

It really brought up the changes the world was going through, though. As I pushed against the bounds of the universe, I knew that all it would take was putting Reed Richards onto making a device for me to be able to start exploring other universes now. 

Soon, we’d have time travelers trying to alter time, most likely in an attempt to kill me before I grew too strong, but there were fixes for that. I’d have to talk to the TVA to make sure I was an anchor being. If I was then I would need them to let me know if anyone tried to do shit against me in the past so I could stop them. “Is it wrong that I want you to spit on me?” Well, I’d worry about that after I finished up with Gwenpool.

Bonus Chapter 07

Third-Person Point of View

The Crime Syndicate sat around a table as they discussed their plans. Owlman gave the bulk of the information. “We’re still looking for Jester and Lex, they managed to escape the trap we set for them, which killed most of the members of the Legion of Justice.” Owlman didn’t really have to tell them this, but it was part of the paperwork for the few members who didn’t take part.

Johnny Quick, who was one of the few who didn’t take part, chimed in with a question. “What about Justice Underground? Did they show up to help?” The information was already given to all of them in packets before the meeting, but Owlman knew that almost no one read them. “No, they couldn’t because Captain Super and his family, Sea King, White Martian, and Black Siren held them off while we made our attack. This is all in the report you were given before the meeting.”

Owlman stared down Johnny until he apologized. “Well, you know me. It’s better to hear it from your lips than to miss something from skimming it.” He gave a smile as Owlman continued. “Yes… We did manage to kill Emerald Knight, Bizarress, and Lonar, severely injured Lady Sonar, and captured Power Tower, Venus, and Star Sapphire for behavioral retraining.”

Johnny chimed in again with his thick Australian accent. “Well, if you don’t mind. I’d like to be around for the retraining of Power Tower… You know, make sure the retraining sticks and all.” Johnny’s girlfriend, Atomica, punched him in the face at the joke. Everyone knew Johnny was the cleanest out of the bunch; he was a drug addict, thief, and was fine with hurting people, but the number of people he killed could be counted on both his hands. Owlman waved him off, knowing it was a joke, before he continued going over everything else that happened. “While we did succeed at killing several of our enemies, sadly Deadeye was slain and White Cat had her legs crippled. She’ll no longer be an auxiliary member going forward.”

Ultraman spoke up, frustrated by how long it was taking. “Do I have to be here? I don’t care about this shit, that’s why I left it to you.” Owlman stared him down again before speaking. “No, you can leave.” As Ultraman stood up and started to fly towards the door, a man came in carrying a mop and bucket. It would have gone unnoticed by most, except that the bucket was now filled with bloody water.

The group looked on in confusion as to where all the blood came from as Superwoman asked. “You there. What are you doing?” The man looked up, and everyone in the room could see that the old gray beard he had was clearly fake. He looked at the group before asking. “Who, me?” Superwoman rolled her eyes even though she felt something strange from the man she couldn’t place, she still answered him. “Of course, we’re all in a meeting, and Ultraman tends to laser eyes any of the staff that interrupt us. So, what are you doing here? If you don’t give us a good answer, be prepared to die.”

The man set the mop down into the bucket as he explained, like he was talking to children. “Just trying to keep my new building clean.” Owlman started to get a terrible feeling as he asked. “How did you get passed all the guards and other members?” The man scratched at the fake beard as he answered. “Oh, they’re asleep… Forever because I ripped their heads off, hence why I needed to clean up all the blood that came from that.”

Ultraman didn’t flinch at all from me saying I just killed everyone else in the building. He checked his X-ray vision before letting out a sigh of frustration. “Ugh, replacing all that fodder is going to be such a hassle. Well, I don’t care who you are. I’m going to kill you now.” As Ultraman prepared to fight, most of the members without superhuman level durability heads exploded, including Owlman. The man began to chuckle maniacally. “Ahh, guess I didn’t give you enough prep time to deal with your head suddenly exploding!”

Johnny’s instincts allowed him to dodge. It left only him, Ultraman, Power Ring, and all the female members alive. The rest were killed in an attack none of them understood. All Ultraman knew was that he had to deal with the man; otherwise, he risked having others look down on him for being weak. As he flew towards the man, he pulled something out of his breast pocket that made Ultraman’s eyes go wide. The man had a piece of kryptonite.

Ultraman thought he got rid of every single piece, this must have been from somewhere out in space. Little did he know it wasn’t from this universe. He felt his body begin to weaken as the man moved his hand up to catch him, even faster than Ultraman could in his prime. The next moment, Ultraman blinked, and his momentum suddenly stopped. He blinked again as his mind began to feel fuzzy. Another blink was the last thing he did as the brain finally died from being ripped from his body.

As Johnny Quick tried to rush over to help, then pivoted to run, he felt his body be lifted into the air. The next moment, he had both of his legs bent backwards, breaking them before he could recover. Power Ring moved on instinct, the ring controlling Hal Jordan and feeding off his fear of the new, powerful enemy in front of him. The next moment, the hand that held the ring was removed, and the tentacle-like mechanics that entered his body and controlled him pulled out along with it, killing the man instantly.

He heard a voice speak in his head as Atomica was upset that her husband’s legs had just snapped out of place. She had shrunk down and went straight for the man’s brain to kill him before he could do anything, it was her standard method of dealing with people, and only took a few seconds, but to her surprise the man had dealt with almost every single member of the Crime Syndicate in that time period.

She punched the brain, which was normally enough to kill a person, but the man acted as if it hadn’t done anything to him. He spoke in a tone that made everyone still alive feel sudden dread as he said. “Get out of my head right now or I’ll force you out myself.” Atomica hadn’t really fought anyone besides Ultraman, who could hold his nose and sneeze her out of his head through his ears, that could deal with her when she finally got in his body. Atomica was about to continue striking the brain when she felt herself violently forced out, almost killing her and knocking her unconscious in the process.

Superwoman was the only one to hear him mutter to himself. “Just like Ant-Man and Thanos, Ant-Man would die if he grew to full size, not Thanos. Just be glad you’re pretty, otherwise you’d be bits of gore right now.” Even seeing everything Ultrawoman and Superwoman still charged at him. The man finally moved; everything he did to that point, he did without taking a single step. A palm pressed on each of their heads as they were forced together, and the two were knocked unconscious from the single blow.

Only Johnny Quick, who was wailing in pain, and the females were left. Gypsy Woman, Angelique, Aurora, Model Citizen, and Olympiad were left staring at the man completely terrified and confused about why he did this. He asked. “Anyone else want to have a go?” His eyes pierce the crowd making them all draw back in fear as Gypsy Woman is the only one brave enough to ask a question.

“Why?” He smirked at the question. “Why what? Why did I do this? Well, I could say that I came here to remove some of the evil from this universe, but that would be a lie… I just didn’t want Luthor to teleport to our universe and tell people I plagiarized my hero name from a villain.”