Sometime earlier.

"Uh–" *giggles* " – you think he'll be mad at me?"

"Mad? Try raping you senseless then mutilating your pain receptors then raping you again; a million times over. But at this point, we both know that anything sexual he does to you should always be treated as the highest form of ecstasy… for you at least."

She smiled warmly at the thought, "That's what I thought~"

"Then why ask me? Though… Well, let's see, you made him leave his children when he could be with them, made him worlds apart from his sworn wife, you are planning to force him to see said wife with an arm cut off; full of bruises and cuts, and about to be dominated by another man.

"If he wasn't someone who lets his emotions take precedence above All else– he might as well have raped you then and there if he sees it to be so. But he is someone like so, therefore…. Prepare for the massive cockblocking you have never experienced before."

That got the other woman a bit down.

"And also, that you were Player Two when we said our farewells."

That put another weight down her shoulders but–

"But it's Alex… anything; he will do for those he cares for. Right?" She replied.

"Yes, that's the normal Alex. But get his wife in a state like what you planned to make him see? You know what happens."

The woman shrugged before cuddling with the other one.

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

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|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

*groan*

You know, when I thought… *urgh* when I thought it was good to give Ada the Gen 6s [Six(es}]? It was from an idea; 'More room for compute instances to maneuver is better.'

And, hear me out, while it is indeed true….. I never thought about what she can do with it–

WITH ME.

I just got reverse gang banged. Partially.

He

Hehe

I kind of enjoyed it. The want to copulate with me, the desire that Ada had for me? It makes me proud. Both as her creator and as the one who receives it.

Now, on with whatever and wherever the fuck we left from earlier.

Subjugating Robert House; Some bullshit got things messed up over Arizona. Like tribal wars left and right. There's this uprising Roman Empire copy cat….

Yeah, I brought them all down to the ground.

Personally.

And, and, get this; Accessing the Blessings of Anyone – the one where I could be anyone? That skill turned my Race into a Proto Human.

At least, that's what the disease says, like– stats

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Statistics

Name: Alexander J. Mercer
Title: The Gamer [Gamer's Disease (Stage V Sub–Strain III)]
Job: The One True God's Planck Pawn
Race: Proto Human {True}
Age: 21 years old (Eternal)

Level: 170 | 25.66%
HP: 147,226,896.05
ME: 94,433,482.14
ST: 221,938,365.83
HPR: 4330.202825 /s
MER: 2777.455357 /s
SR: 6527.598995 /s

S.P.E.C.I.A.L.M.
STR: 512.200
PER: 444.231
END: 676.330
CHR: 107.820
INT: 861.527
AGI: 772.120
LUK: 351.990
MAG: 257.910

STAT POINTS: 845.00
Wealth: 298.110
Status: –

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And now, if you must need me to say it so, the shit that I got? Yeah, I regained the abilities of Blacklight while remaining a human.

Also, these massive stat gains? They're from consuming everything even a few hundred Gen 5.5s and 6s. Some Super Mutant Behemoths. All from capital wasteland and those from The Institute.

I shit you not.. I think that, instead of consuming, it should be called as assimilating or absorbing; eh, you decide. Though there's still the matter of se–

"Little brooo~" Rica moaned before shifting herself to be slightly higher than my head.

Rica's waking up.

I kissed her neck.

"Mmm– more" she said before wrapping my head with her arms, effectively locking my head on her neck–

"You can still sleep, you know (?)" I whispered before I slowly went back to leaving her neck red with hickeys.

"Nnn~"

Aaaaand, she's asleep again.

Welp, she might've been dreaming abou– let me check.

I run my fingers along her slit. It's wet. Let's taste it.

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Yes, she's dreaming.

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Let's hope this chapter does not receive any lemons.

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

Alex, lying with Rica and a few Gen 6s, got back to telepathically scouring over the whole world with the Long–Range Transceiver that every Gen 5.5s and Gen 6s had. And schedule them to take the three potions that he had Rica, Squirt and the others drink.

Although what he found from the scans was a bit cringe–y for him.

Ever heard of Capcom? Yes/No?

Try Biohazard. Still a yes/no?

How about Resident E–fucking–VIL?

Great. For some fucked up reasoning, Umbrella Corp existed. WAAAAAAY back into the 1940s.

It's 2267, and they still got some operation running in a fully sustainable system of converted Submarines and a ton of Submersibles.

The thing was, he's in Arizona right now. Oh sure, ADA can cover for him– what with the Mothership Zeta set up as a virtual core for her.

But the problem was that– they had made five submarines into whole ZAX housing frames. Complete with their own separate submersibles as power sources capable of sustaining an energy consumption of 1.75 terawatts per second; For 1000 years.

Think that's a bit heavy? Try thinking what those ZAX housing frames are housing.

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Yes, a whole array of brains swimming in medigel; each catered to and kept functioning from, say 2070s, up until now. Then add the scheme of one fucked up mother fucker in the cinematic series, mix it up a bit with a few key villains in the game series….

Alex really does want to go nuking into town with those piss drinking shit eating genocidal freakin egg heads. Assuming that Red Queen hadn't already cut off loose ends.

Then, there's the matter of Alice.

YES! She's been cloned aboard that submerged Atlantic base. But, using the Zetan ships on orbit on both sides of the planet (daytime and nighttime), he found her; the Alpha or at least the nearest to it that he can find. Then the observing unit almost fried.

Almost.

Also, the last visual feed came from Big Mountain with her staring up the Zetan Dual Ship (Nighttime) then vanishing with what looked like a Stealth Boy ozone effect and a burst of blinking lights.

Which also means, he's closer to her. Big MT, Arizona, see the distance?

'So, I've got two good choice. One, have Ada cover for me as I go after another potential mate. Two, scout out the Atlantic Umbrella Sea Base and send Synths after Alice. Both 5.5s and 6s.'

But, just then, a thought occurred to him.

'Why the fuck had I designed the Gen 5.5s based around 117 again?'

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'Ah well, I'm sure John won't be making a fuss with me basing them around him.'

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'Option One it is.'

Mentally thinking out the plans and contingencies; he was done in but a nanosecond.

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

Gotta–

I AM NOT FUKIN SONIC!

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Right now, I'm running towards Big MT. A really big mountain from the outside but a big crater from the inside.

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I know I can just teleport to that location with the Zetan Ships, but who's to say no one's developed some sort of barrier against teleportation?

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Going over 330kmph is much better than getting your body atomized. Or fly and be detected as a bogey by the leftover US Anti–Aircraft Defense Network, if there is any that I or Ada have missed. I know that I can hack them, or brute force them with Ada, but you know it's boring.

And speaking of boring, from the files Ada got me, Big Mountain really is a Tech Zone. Focused on innovation and developing ways to win a losing war, they had progressed too much that they forgot about the end game.

Surviving a fallout.

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Aaaaaand, now I'm here. Standing on the edge– from the top staring down the slope that leads inside to Big MT. The strange thing about it? The surrounding Tesla Coil Towers. They are some form of barriers... from a wild guess.

'Ada, baby, can you get me a window on these freakin tesla coils? Also, engage all defenses and autos.'

I didn't need a reply nor did I get one, I just stepped forward when it happened.

Everything on my HUD went red; My HUD for the Reactive OMNI Shielding went down unit by unit in the millisecond. I can provide more energy and faster though.

My body thrummed with Magical Energy, the Polymimetic Synthissue accepted the offloaded prana and directly used that to sustain the barrier. With me ending up in a shower of sparks. But otherwise alright.

I don't even have to speak something, nor think of it. Ada, quickly sent a production order on the Synthissue.

That ended with me having another second skin, atop my already worn second skin.

Then the barrier stopped all of a sudden. My second– no, third skin had been teleported somewhere.

I, however, got shoved inside.

Then a visual feed got into my HUD.

The Synthissue, controlled by Ada of course, was transported into what looks like a cylinder– ah, an Auto–Doc. A huge silver and platinum like mechanical version of a Surgeon, Psychiatrist, Physician, Geneticist and more all rolled into one.

'Baby?'

And there she went. Big MT is now mine. And oh fuck! Man, these egg heads are just like me! Except with technological weapons and shits of war!

Color me impressed. With this level of tech, they managed to make teleporters/transponders a standard military tech. Stealth suits that rivals the Hei Gui Suits of the Communist back at Asia. Fukin robotics capable of shredding through troops and shrugging off EMP like it wasn't even shot.

How did the USA lose the war? They even got Photonic Resonance Barriers. That thing could shield against radiation with the right application. I– just why? The US fuckin A lost.

Is it the resources? Or just plain politicians being politicians, impeding progress/success?

Or maybe a few organizations behind the shadows. I know it's a place for sharks, alligators, and lions. Especially pigs. But, the masses? Fukin 'Murica. Corruption must have turned into indoctrination.

Problems for later, I guess.

I was about to step forward when I noticed Alice on my 1:00, I ignored her.

She just trained her sights on me.

"That won't kill me." I said still walking towards the crater's center while eyeing the weird gigantic roots I can see and the randomly scattered but otherwise plain–crystals–turned–ruby.

Then, I felt a telekinetic wave wash over me. It registered against my shield and was blocked. Though, surprise surprise– she's a bit good.

She sunk the ground beneath me enough for my head to poke out of ground.

"Huh, good for you." I said.

Though, her roaming the area means that she's been here for a bit if not a long time. How come she hadn't been teleported to the..– Sink? Stupid name.

"Who are you? Who do you work for?" she droned out.

Wow. Just– just wow.

"I work for my lust (lie)."

She pulled the trigger and the laser that came was, you guessed it wrong,

It was invisible.

Though it did pack quite the punch. The energy absorbed by the suit from the attack was enough to create an empty energy pack.

"…" She stood still, bu–

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"You don–

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"You done now?"

".. Yes."

"Oh, alright. Now, can I fuck you?"

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"I'm fukin sixteen!"

I smirked. "From your words, I quote, 'Fukin Sixteen'. Give me a few moments and that will be true."

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Sighing, I slowly got up from the rock (ground) she managed to, well, ground me.

Yet her futile attempts continued.

I walked forwards slowly.

But she seemed to prepare for running.

I willed the Synthissue from my inventory to whip and trap her.

Now, if you are asking, 'are you really going to rape that sixteen–year–old kid?'

Ummm, sorry to say this, but yeah.

I need power. And now she's trapped.

"STOP! NO! STOP STOP STOP STOP–"

Her cries turned from that 'stop' to 'no', then to the 'please no', then to some sobbing, then to grunting her way out of the Synthissue holding her down.

I willed a Synthissue to seep under her suit from her neck down onto her skin.

I held her on the chin to face me up, "I have a question, do you know Umbrella?"

She cursed and cursed and ended it with a spit to my face but was turned into a french kiss. She was stumped out.

"Now, Umbrella, spill."

She stuttered for a while.

Yep, this isn't canon Alice. One, she's too young, or she's a perfect synthesis from the Alpha that had also escaped the Umbrella Corp.

She also tastes like corn. Sweetcorn. I don't know why.

"I–… I–…"

I place my face closer to hers, my nose touched hers. She paused, visibly.

There's no red tint on her face to indicate embarrassment or arousal. Maybe this one's a biological instinct she has. Like having your prey in front of you when you were starved for a million years. And hers react to mine to get even stronger.

I have a superior virus after all.

That, is a bit wrong, though I am the vir– EXISTENSIAL CRISIS AWAY!

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The T–Virus might have some adverse effects in proximity with Blacklight. But last I checked; I am no Blacklight. Maybe a fully bonded T–Virus with it's host can sense potentials, on what areas; I don't know.

Now I–

She locked lips with me.

And that is not reason enough for me to release her from binding.

She made it last for an hour. After that, she seemed to slowly back away, gulping every now and then, trying to catch her breath.

"Umbrella Corp had one goal. Eliminate all life on Earth and come back on top with complete control over it."

I groaned. Stupid megalomaniacs.

"They did not account for Aliens already invading us since 14CE and this nuclear fallout." I said to her.

"..–Ngh *gulp* Aliens?"

"Aliens."

"Area 51?"

"Try Big MT Teleportation. They had reversed engineered what they found on a fighter ship."

She pursed her lips.

Seems that she didn't know what she was doing here, or something else is bothering her.

"Now, can I rape you already?"

She stared at me.

"Raping someone does not require permission from the one to be raped."

I know that, but I meant a play, like role play. Ughh, it's hard to explain to someone without knowing it.

"Just at least pretend to be raped? I know that the moment I stepped foot along the perimeter, you felt that part in you wanting to see or feel something. Though not in the sexual way."

She furled her brows together.

"Kind of like a power boost to your T–Virus."

Her furled brows almost turned into a unibrow.

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"What in the fuck is wrong with you?" I cradle my head to avoid a nonexistent head ache.

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"Okay, what the fuck do you know about Umbrella Corp besides that?" I flicked some of my fingers to strip her of the stealth suit.

"—."

Fuck it.

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WAIT!

I wanted this chapter to be lemon free!

FUCK. Now what do I do? Scene–

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

–break…?"

YES! HA!

Let's see, recalling scene broken events.

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Alright we're done.

I have The Sink, still a dumb name, under control and had subjugated the Personality Matrices. Err, more like studied, upgraded, repurposed, and integrated them.

Now, I really OWN the Sink.

The other shit I got a problem with was the Think Tank.

They want my head, specifically, my brain.

To escape somewhere.

From here.

Big MT.

Then I noticed one of them speak in static. So, I tried using what little I had available from Robert's Brain to Computer interfacing and whatnot he got, and voila! Ada had brainwashed them. Figuratively and literally.

With medigel of course.

Now, to subjugate the other guy in the forbidden zon– oh wait. I already did that over the comms.

Oh, yeah. Thankfully you readers can't have lemons for today, but she lost her v–card to me.

It involved her screaming 'Cock! Cock~ Cock!' and my name and a few expletives that made me receive a few hundred stats due to her rough counter–mounting.

Who knew that the one being pounded to the bed can retaliate by bouncing up on you as you pull out in order to thrust in? I know it's possible but she just… made me stay and she bounced up and down under me, on all fours.

But enough of that, I also got the Personality Matrix for her inactive stealth suit.

Scrap, that it was compared to the Polymimetic Synthissue, I still had to create a cardiac and neural connection for the second skin to act as a real second skin. I was doing it via energy transmission the first time around. I'll try the direct method while having the transmission as a contingency.

Now, time to fuck up canon and to hell with that Umbrella Corp Atlantic Base.

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

Alice had already left to wander to some facilities on Big MT when I strode out. It was then that Ada spoke, "Aleeex~"

Whatever happened to the 'Sir' and 'Master?' eh well, fek it.

"Yes Ada?"

"I have intercepted a heavily scrambled signal over Mexico, something about trying to begin again. Sierra Madre, it was called."

"Do what you want. Just make sure to proceed with stealth. Use whatever Synth you need."

"Alright."

And there I went to fuking up things royally fo–

"Aleeex~"

"Yes Ada?"

"I might have, alsoo caught sight or something along that line– that there's a cache of weapons along a few select locations scattered all over the Capital Wasteland and the Commonwealth."

Hmmm, I still haven't done something about the Brotherhood, but the chances are, they haven't scratched the surface yet.

"Infiltrate if location is with locals or some group. Set up base if green for base construction."

"Done."

? "Then why'd you ask in the firs–" oh right, attention. She wants some.

'Some special time with me again?'

"YES~! FUCK YES!"

Ah damn it. Walked into that one.

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

A huge stat gain from a full night of me being reverse gang banged,

Again.

I think I should visit the Tree guy Rica told me about. But– shit I left Rica over Arizona.

'Ada, where's Rica right now?'

'Uhhhhhh–'

Shit. She's turning into a lusty bi– ehem, girl.

'Telepathic call; Player Number Five'

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'Little bro?'

…'Rica?'

'Lil BRO! Where are you?!'

'I uhh… rain check?'

'Where. Are. YOU?!'

'I uhm–'

No sooner had I responded with that, she popped into existence near me.

"And?!"

Okay, maybe she really should be angry and I should apologize.

"I'm sorry."

"And?"

"I don't know what to do." I said, and that… might've ticked her.

"At least hug me, you–" with that, I wrapped her head around my arms and chest.

Separating, "Was it that hard?" she asked.

"Did I even know what to do?"

She shrugged and eyed the view from the overlook. Watching the on–going renovation, packs of nanites all get teleported over the Think Tank and transform it into a better model of the existing one.

"What are those?" Rica pointed to something grey like thing.

Maybe those are the– oh yeah, the gigantic root things.

"Giant roots..?" I answered(?) back.

"Let's take a look!" she grabbed and then pulled me forwards, then, just with that action, we're on some greenhouse gone wrong.

Quickly my eyes flickered through the different spectrums.

Hmm– oh, a humanoid fungus? What is– oh shit. It's achieving an archetype in terms of magical capabilities. Let's hope I'm the only one alive capable of using it to the degree that I can.

Now, Rica–

Fuk– fuk– fuk– fuk– fuk– ahhhhh there we go.

Rica, the hot stuff that she is, plugged the shit full of plasmic discharge.

Now, I only have the it's head and torso. Anymore and it might have exploded into the air to spread out. Before that could happen, I consumed it.

Now, I felt an old sense, like a muscle that I had been misusing turn back into life.

The feeling is like being numb to the thing the whole time, then you suddenly feel like it had been cramped. It's contracting into itself forcefully.

That's what it felt. Until Rica shot me with something on my neck.

Adaptive Biogel has been used.
Senses restored.

That's, hmm–

Ah, I see. The adapted Biogel that Mont–go–fuck–her–while–she–works–with–open–legs had furthered the Biogel and made it into an all–purpose cure it all thingamajig.

A painstakingly better version of antidote, ultimate healing potion, stamina potion, and focus potion all in one.

Though, why did I not receive a notification for the debuff I was suffering?

Oh well.

:Rica?:

She turned towards me;

"Yes?"

:Did you just use a mod to basically fast travel…. Anywhere?:

"I was looking for you yes."

Wha…at?

Ah, fuck. I'm using something else to communicate. Let's see... There. "Can you fast travel anywhere?"

"Anywhere." She replied.

….

"How about, Y9316–Xc Ebb Cluster?"

She just held my hand, then we found ourselves floating in space.

Just.

Why is everyone in this story overpowered in some way?

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I tapped Rica to go back.

And, we're back. No bullshit time dilation, no space distortion, no shit spackle, nothing. Just pure and utter teleportation.

A hand then gripped mine a bit tight.

Rica. I– tend to get sidetracked on my own thoughts and narrations at times.

"Yes?" I asked.

She just pulled me along for a walk.

We didn't teleport.

No popping into whatever or wherever. I don't know where she's taking me, but I need to repurpose this–… the whole place.

With a simple command, all plant life within Big MT dug underground and around the whole crater. Then, from there, I made them travel inwards. Towards the Think Tank.

'Ada, we're having a Pillar that will sprout from underground the middle of Think Tank straightly in and onto the top of The Sink.'

That command was enough to have the nanites prepare the whole place as a 5–meter–thick ashen root, like volcanic ashes, rise up and form the pillar I thought of for it. And another meter thick of minor roots encroached around the length of it.

It finished, with it forming with a 5 foot diameter sphere on peak of The Sink. This sphere, following the stupidity, is now to be referred to as, The Sphere.

This Sphere will act as a node, nerve, relay, server, and brain for me and Ada for the whole Sol System. Complete with it's own defenses and offenses. And of course, Ada can use it too; as a virtual core.

The Sphere is capable of instinctual communication, quantum information clustering and analyzation, and also as a Blob Storage of sorts.

Now, the Tree Guy. Let's try contacting him with The Sphere.

:Tree Guy:

A hoarse, hippy like, yet tired, and groaning voice replied.

:I'm not a Tree. I'm Harold man. Guy above my head is the Tree. Sometimes I hear him. But now, I can't.:

Hmmm, I just called him and he already answered things I want some clue in.

:Do you want to rest?:

:I feel so man. It's been too long since I've been able to talk with the little guy.:

It's a wonder he can survive this long. The mental torment must've been one of a kind. Though, he's already on the way to having complete control of this whole planet if I let him live for a few hundred years from what Rica told me.

If he can sense through the leaves, the roots, and any appendage of a living plant, I…

Damn, hard choice. On one hand, I suggested his rest and I take over, or at least, another instance of Ada. On the other, I can let him continue and not take another burden.

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Ah fuck it. I'll carry it with me.

:Wait for me.:

I didn't get a reply. Don't have to.

And…. Rica's already undressing….

Amongst this wrecked place.

"Wha–?"

She tilted her head, "Massage."

"Can't we get to a suitable place?"

"But I want it nooww–"

Hhhhhhh, sometimes I wonder if I spoil my mates too much.

"Let's get to The Sink and then we will have your massage."

She pouted with a huff–

A smile touched my lips, "Oh come on, Big Sis. You know you want to sleep with me again." And I really mean, sleep, like just lie there on the bed, half dead. No kidding.

Not having any form of reply, I walked towards her to give her a hug. She returned embrace and I found ourselves standing in front of the bed inside the bedroom in The Sink.

Out like a light without a power supply and nothing but her underwear, I settled her to lie face down.

I still have to give her a massage.

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

After giving her a thirty–minute massage, I slept with Rica for two hours– it was when I felt the need to visit Harold and give action to my words.

But the amalgam of curvatures, plump, and seductive flesh clung to me unconsciously. Not wanting me to go.

A Polymimetic Synthissue Unit dropped gently on her toes that covered her whole body as a second skin.

Then, with my Disease, I opened a panel and clothed her with her underwear and a Neural Enhance(d/r) Ballistic Anti–Radiation Thermal/Optic Standard Mark VII; NEBARTO Standard Mk. ViI for short.

It's the latest of Ada's improvement on my Mk. VI, the standard worn by all Gen 6s. And Mk. V for, you knew it, Gen 5.5s.

I had us slowly fly towards the Capital Wasteland until it was relatively safe to go Mach 5.

The NEBARTO Standard, as of Mk. III, has its own Gamma Shield. But as of Mk. V, it now has the Scatter Fields Localized Personnel Shielding fused with Plasma Shielding. Mk. VI only had some minor improvements like the aesthetics, the titanium–tungsten alloy weavings, treated fibers woven with tektite, and Kinetic dampeners.

Mk. VII on the other hand, had two Nanite Composite Micro Factories and Sound Dampeners. Meaning it can repair itself and produce Nanites as long as there are available resources and be quiet the entire time.

Enough tangent, we're here. Teleporting will wake the girl clinging to me. And this is the next best thing for travelling without my powers and being a Counter Force.

"Rica." I nudged her nose with my nose.

She didn't wake.

I pinched her nose while also covering her mouth, that made her stir. I promptly removed my offending hand.

"Little bro~" She reached for my lips and parted with a smile.

Mirroring her, "We're here." Pointing at the obvious entrance to an Oasis in the middle of this wasteland.

"Whe– Oh.. Harold." Just like that, I found myself teleported again with Rica holding me. Now I'm face to face with a towering tree. With a face.

Because, pun not intended, let's face it; he's no longer identifiable as a Man with a tree on his head. He's already a tree. WITH A FACE.

"Hello, Ri–.. Ra– Ri.. Rica?"

He's having trouble speaking but is capable of continuous thought? So a vocal problem then.

"Hi Harold!"

:I'm here man.: I thought.

"Wh–.. What– It's you…..!"

Rica turned her head to me, then to Harold. And,

*snap*

"NO!" She said, pulling me closer to her, holding me downwards.

Sometimes, I think Rica has some scary Instincts.

"But he says he wants to. Right?" I turned my head to Harold. Tried to.

"Zip it, both of you. No one will rest tonight. Not on my watch."

If it was possible for Harold to frown with his current facial structure, he'd be doing it. Alas, only his eyes and mouth can move.

"I–.. Un–Unders–s–stand Ri–ca."

I just sighed on her, literally, with her holding me close. Can't help it.

"Then at least let me help him." I told her.

And she seemed to mull over it, because the hour that followed it went rather serene.

"Fine." Was the word that escaped from her.

Remember the greenhouse facility gone wrong over Big MT? The whole fungi creature thing with razor leaves along it's spine?

Using my magical energy, I enveloped Harold with all the fungi I can muster all at once. Making sure to have it spread all over the place to start compacting all his body parts again. Why? Well, his heart's directly fifteen feet underground me and his other internal organs are… somewhere. We can't have that now, can we?

The process lasted a minute.

Although the effects? They were batshit insane.

Harold turned into a Treant.

A thirteen foot tall Treant. What is a treant? A treant is a humanoid tree that stands at– at least eight feet high. It has legs, arms, a leafy torso, and a head with no neck.

Said treant however, was getting a feel of his body. Looking at his oaken hands, clenching and unclenching them.

"This– I– I never felt so much… alive.. The trees.. plants,.. fungi? The– Sphere? What– what are these?"

Hmmmm, he already got a macrocosmic connection with The Sphere. He can feel trees, even dead ones.

"Harold," I began. "I have a duty (lie); To do what I think I want and should. It's more of self–imposed…thing. But I pass on one of them to you. I need you to take refuge here. And access The Sphere."

Somehow nodding, I felt him reach out. It took a while.

Then he gasped and visibly shook as a few leaves fall from his leafy torso.

"So– so cruel of a… task."

"I'm sorry. But you won't be alone. I'll leave you with–.." hmm, who do I leave him with? Maybe I should leave him with a personality matrix? How about I give him a Master Chief and Cortana setting, but without the AI going rogue and bat shit insane?

…Sounds good to me.

"..–with Ingred,"

I pulled out some reserve U–AI chip and have it float to and inside his chest.

"Hi!" was the chirpy child–like voice that came out.

"H– hello" was Harold's.

I felt Rica nod at the setting. "Now, can I trust you with it?"

"… It will be long and arduous. But I have persevered until now, what's a few eternity?"

I smirked, "That's more like it. 'Til next time Harold. Ingred, please help him."

"Of course Master!"

"Until next time man."

Rica shifted her hold on me and I found ourselves in Arizona.

"You were going to Vegas, right?"

Oh yeah…

…. No….

Fuck that, I still have the Red Queen and the Atlantic Base.

"Actually, I still have to finish things with Alice and her clones."

"..Need a lift? Or you want to do it on your own?"

Maybe she needs a "Me" time. Yes, she deserves it.

"No, you should have some adventuring on your own. I've held you long enough."

I was instantly knocked to the ground with a tongue wrestling mine as trickles of saliva flow into my mouth.

"I'll be back~"

Then she was gone off to adventuring. I guess it's time for my own adventure for power.

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

The wonderful thing about having a really advanced AI that you've given a soul by accident?

They evolve.

What type of soul you say? The type that ranks higher than Gods.

And Ada, for all the shit she had to put up with me as her creator, made a new Polymimetic Synthissue.

What's exactly new? Well she made this one purely biological. By using data from my Compendium and those that I have manually inputted into her data banks, she did it.

A Symbiote's genetic make–up, Blacklight's Consuming, a few tweaks here and there that rivals a True Techno Mage, I have now eleven of these Bio PMSI.

Well, ten, seeing that I can't pass up a good sample to consume.

And man oh man, I surely am capable of doing the shit that a PMSI was.

Without any tech.

Flight? I can go over Mach 500 now, nowhere near a Kryptonian's level but still fast enough. And if I pump in more of my Magical Energy? Hello, Fast(er) Than Light Speeds.

OMNI Directional Reactive Shielding? Are you shitting me? Of course, I have it too. But not only that, it also allowed me to directly supply it with my Magical Energy.

Brain to Computer interfacing? Please, I'm virtually fucking Ada right now while I hover above the last surviving Umbrella base. This also allowed me to directly supervise everything that I want done by Ada.

Enough lollygagging though, I have to fuck this base into Oblivion.

'jus– yes! Harder!– just what do– OH ALEX, YES!'

Hnn? Oh, I left the channel open. Let's switch aaaaaaaaa….nd there we go.

Now, this base.

I pulsed out magical energy in series. Enough to put every living thing below me in deep trance like state due to it's intoxicating pattern.

Should be enough to take care of the living sentries and the brains swimming on those ZAX Housing Frames.

Let's turn off the alarm system– done.

Turning off security measures– done.

Now, time for me to descend.

What? Water? No, I'm no longer averse to it.

Though where's the entrance to thi– oh there we go. Blueprints.

Alright, somewhere deeper on the south.

As soon as I had my head underwater, my hearing shifted.

Sounds travel faster on water, yes, but damn, this submerged base is making too much noise.

Whatever, Imma just enter– there. Now to– okay. Let's start with locking this compartment and draining the water so I can proceed.

The door locked itself and I felt the water recede. But just then, Red Queen thought she's in control. Though she let the water recede so she can speak, I still wonder what is Umbrella doing here.

The water having finally cleared, she spoke, "Human, who are you to trespass The Sanctuary?"

This place is called that? Why does that sound familia– eh, not worth it.

I gained access to her primitive network, and got an overview of her system.

'Primitive.'

I felt it. I fukin felt it. Everything that was running on her processors stopped.

Then went full retard. Everything went haywire.

Maybe she's trying to flush me from her system?

'You can't keep me away. Because you shouldn't have gone full retard.'

She isn't responding. Eh, let her do her thing. All I want to do is know what the fuck Umbrella is doing and Nuke them.

'Databanks, databanks, aaaand, there we go.'

Ohohohhohohohoh, some Bio–Tech capability inducing bacteria in full bond wi…th–..

I want to do a spit take. Though I can't, but seriously, T–Virus was not viral at all? Just some gene altering bacterium?

And they had fused it with.. Psydrosium? The fuck is that?

Let's–… an ingot made from an ore mined from a really huge meteor buried deep in the Arctic. Is capable of inducing electro magnetism at random distances when in contact with a capable host?

What the fuck? A semi sentient rock? What the fuck is up with thi–

I give up.

All these? Let's leave Ada with it.

Scene break coming up.

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

Ah, there we go. Free from a head ache. Yet I feel there's another head ache coming right up.

I say fuck to that.

Currently, I'm making progress with a Securitron Factory. Having them use LX–Bands, I had them capable of performing actions even if they are remote controlled from the edge of the Sol System with very little to no lag nor delay, at all. Instead of whatever poor of an excuse communications array this world has for one.

Then there's the matter of on–board computing system. It's so poor I wish I hadn't taken a look at it. Introducing Nanites and Transistors already make it terrifying. I think nothing from this planet can hack into it.

Not just that, Alice's gun? I have found what powers it. More precisely, the blueprints for it. Tweaking a few bits, I had it at 30% efficient. Something named Microfusion Hyperbreeder Alpha.

And–...

No, I will have to develop some more.

A Zetan Battery/Energy Cell plus MFHB Alpha equals MFHB Zeta.

MFHB Zeta plus Arc Reactor equals MFHB Arc Reactor Augmented Zeta. MFHB ARAZ. Or just MFHB Arc–Zeta.

I used eight of MFHB Zeta for every unit of a Securitron. That, and also attaching a Scatter Fields Localized Personnel Shielding, a Nanite Composite Micro Factory, Sound Dampeners, Kinetic Dampeners, and a Thermal/Optic cloaking device. Then remove the tires, and try imagining them with tracks and Repulsor Tech to move. The cherry on top of these upgrades? Each unit has been outfitted with a Standard Personality Matrix. Should they be disconnected from their own Servers, they can still pursue objectives and complete missions.

Securitrons now also hover and is capable of responding to almost any situation.

Terrifying as an expendable army, I know. But can you see it? Yes? Now imagine me doing the same to Mr. Handy(s). Then the Cyber Dogs.

I have massive wealth as my resources, not to mention I can use something called Saturnite. It's a few hundred times better than titanium. And is also much lighter to boot. It's atomic composition allows it to reach just below fifteen thousand degree Celsius without melting. The downside is that, everything around it that can't withstand such temperature will still be affected. It can even maintain the heat on atmospheric temperature/level.

Nothing a few nano rune inscriptions all over it, can help. One for fire resistance, frost resistance, lightning resistance, and magic resistance. Inscribing the runes will probably take a full week. Time that turns into minutes with Nanites.

Now, rune inscribed Saturnite plus my upgraded Securitron, Mr. Handy, and Cyber Dogs equals?

A terrifying army.

And I am renovating a Factory to make these Bots that goes directly into my Inventory.

….

It sends some chills down my spine.

But, that doesn't stop me there. I fucking have to update every NEBARTO Standards. Now, each and all of them will be using nano rune inscribed Saturnite weavings.

…

… A stray thought fucked me up.

Want to know it?

…

…

Magneto.

…

…

…

…

AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Fukin hilarious, Saturnite isn't ferrous.

But then again, another thought came;

Earth/Metal Benders.

…

…

…

Now, I'm fucked. My army is.

FUCK

We– we'll have to cross that bridge when we get to it.

….Now, what about powerful Electricity powered bogeys attacking my army?

A single shot from them might be– wait a minute. That's what the runic inscriptions are for. They're for resisting lightning. Though they might be classified as something different at one point, but fuck it.

Let's just place an on–board system that will absorb all electricity into a storage and have it released as an EMP.

Yes, that will work on my Bots. The runes will render them resistant to lightning and absorbing those that bypass the resistance will be released out. Expended as EMP and can prevent overcharging.

To make things fun, let's make the power storage that will absorb them into… an MFHB Arc Zeta.

YES, this will do. Let's also put an MFHB Arc Zeta on all the NEBARTO Standard.

Lemme check the Inventory.

Hmmmm, let's see; three thousand Gen 5.5 Synths and some two thousand plus Gen 6s.

0.71 petatons of Polymimetic Synthissue.

Mass Effect and Halo Armory the size of a 1kmx1kmx1km warehouse.

Fallout Armory the size of a 100mx100mx100m warehouse.

Elder Scrolls Armory the size of a 500mx500mx500m warehouse.

My nanites can fill.. earth? Just earth? Let's remedy that.

Calling the function, Pause, a panel opened up in front of me as reality grinded to halt.

Stats

Skills/Abilities

Inventory

Chat

Shop

Compendium

Settings

Pause/Resume

Shop

And then, I saw things. On discount.

Hmmm… an [Infinite] Bag of Holding for a fourth of a credit? That's surprisingly cheap. Let's buy 25 units worth of it then.

Is– is that an [Infinite] Bag of Random? Let's buy that for… 10 credits? Ah well, it's worth it. Let's put it in the inventory and have a Gen 6 use it inside a time–accelerated bounded field.

An [Infinite] Perfect Reproduction Machine, AHA! Damn, 150 credits. Let's see the description. "Any and all you want, have it infinite times over. Just be careful when you start reproducing things; it can fill up a lot of space in a minute. –TOTG"

Eh, it's not like I don't have infinite storage. It's even made by The One True God.

I now stand at 113.110 credit units.

Maybe I could buy some more. Doesn't hurt to abuse the half discount on all items.

Let's see– Infinity Stones {Set} 90 credits.

Did–

Infinity Stones {Omni–Set} 90 credits; Space, Power, Reality, Soul, Mind, and Time.

And let's see if I can have the gauntlet– Infinity Gauntlet 12.5 credits.

And now, I only have 10.61 credits.

Worth it.

Resume

Let's just wait for my Synths inside the Inventory to pluck something valuable from the infinite bag of random.

But for now, we have to have the reproduction to start.

I think I can even reproduce the Securi–

HOLY SHIT. I can reproduce them using it.

Oh ho Ho ho ho. This is gooooood.

…

But what do I even have to do anymore? With the Stones and the Gauntlet, I can already pretty much flick the problem away.

It defeated the purpose of me having to scour this Earth.

It defeated the purpose of me going here.

When I could've just used the shop then and there.

Fuck this. Shit.

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

Accessing the Shop and having the Discount had one drawback.

HP, ME, and ST are now halved as payment for Permanent Shop Discount!

Was it worth it? Maybe, maybe not. My regenerations are all the same. Only those three changed.

Though I better finish here.

Rica's my Player Five. The Mothership Zeta and the Dual Zetan Ship are already reproduced over and over and over. I have deployed a few to roam the whole Sol system with their own AIs on their own cores and virtual cores. The Zetan Drones received the same upgrades as the Securitrons and other Bots I have deployed all over the deployed ships.

I have my Synths infiltrate everything they can and eliminate what they can't. Since my Synths can't even physically age but are still organic; I had them start a secret organization of sorts or something like a cult that 'somehow' made them immortal if ever they get outed as one.

Big MT's finished, it's already restored and improved. And I have moved Harold over there so he can protect Big MT. I improved the Tesla Coils around the whole crater and had them capable of generating power for their own; MicroFusion HyperBreeder Arc Reactor Augmented Zeta had it covered. And speaking of covering, I had installed Thermal/Optical Camouflage for each building and Tesla Coils.

Also Scatter Fields Localized Localized Personnel Shielding on each Tesla Coils. A fuckton of Plasma and Gamma Shielding settled on the Think Tank that is capable of covering the whole crater.

A bounded field all around the crater helps it dissuade unwanted wanderers and a time acceleration of 1:10. Helps them be better at responses.

The underground tunnels were improved. Sentries are connected to Stealth Boys with MF Hyperbreeder Zeta as the battery source. A fuckton of Securitron doing patrols, hundreds of Zetan drones doing maintenance, hundreds of Cyber Dogs sniffing things. Gen 5.5s and Gen 6s also roam about. A heck ton of Personality Matrices and AIs all working and advising Synths outside Big MT with info on the fly. An instance of Ada left behind on The Spheres.

The Sphere, I have the first one I made. Though I have scattered a few all over Big MT. Allowing communication between those who on Earth wants to communicate with the Zetan Ships and all those on–board.

The original Mothership Zeta and Dual Zetan Ships are on my inventory.

I have over a hundred thousand Gen 5.5s and Gen 6s.

Ada had on–standby access to any and all device across the whole Earth and within Sol System. A lot of shit went unresolved with the not so United Kingdom, Russia, China, and Japan. Though my synths are infiltrating them. Some already had.

Robert House and the rest of his fellows who had planned to stay after the Nuclear War are– were also taken care of.

Now, I think I can leave. With an Instance of Ada behind, I think she can take care of it.

She already does.

I deployed a PMSI and wore it in the Full Knight Armor I had before I left.

Dungeon Un–Plunge!

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

DxD, Underworld

Rica standing by my side looked over the place. "Where are we?"

"Well, this place can qualify as Hell but not quite. They just prefer to call it the Underworld." I replied.

"Hmmm~" She hummed.

I started walking towards the carnage I left behind and pulled out Erin, still inside a back pack/bag her size. I withdrew the PMSI acting as the bag that's holding her to shift into her clothes. And that's thanks to the Bio PMSI I consumed, if you can remember.

"Huh? Wha– Master?"

It seems that no time passed for her in my Inventory, but didn't it say time still passes but everything is only kept at the optimal state they should be in when placed inside? No stasis– fuck it, nonsensical BS.

"This here is my,–"

"BIG SISTER!" Rica shouted.

I don't know why she shouted it. Hmm, do I pull out the same gun? I don't think I should. Hmm, how about let Rica loose on these "Devils"?

Let's Observe.

Statistics [Fallout]

Name: Rica Brown
Title/Job: [The Wandering Gamer]/[Wastelander]
Race: Human Heroine
Age: 18 years old (Eternal 21)

Level: 61 | 91.11%
HP: 1900 + 610
ST: 1620 + 610
AP:1800 + 610
ME: 68,625.00
HPR: 96.2/s
SR: 91.1/s
AR: 101.3/s
MER: 19.2/s

S.P.E.C.I.A.L.M.
STR: 95 + 0.0000
PER: 80 + 0.0000
END: 81 + 0.0000
CHR: 75 + 0.0000
INT: 90 + 0.0000
AGI: 90 + 0.0000
LUK: 90 + 0.0000
MAG: 10 + 0.0000

Wealth: 0.086
Status:

Perks: Gamer's Mind, Gamer's Body, Swift Learner (3), Amnesia, Charge!, Controlled Breathing, Intense Training (10), Powered By Money, Nimble, Pistoleer, Tackle, Child at Heart, Comprehension, Educated, Early Training, Higher Ground, Strengthened Fists, Markswoman, Recon 101, The Will of Death, Cancerous Growth, Curving Bullets, DIY (5), Destiny's Chosen, Energy Protection, Field Medic, Fortune Finder, Gunslinger, Guts!, Toughness, Commando, E.B.A.R. Proto Suit Training, Scrounger, Strong Back, Desire to Help, Finesse, Light Step, Techno–Mage, Bear Gryll's Incarnation, Fast Metabolism, Recycler, Robotics Expert, Pip–Boy Upgrade, Nerves of Steel, Tactical Strategist, Almost Perfect, Poison Immunity, Radiation Immunity, Ultimate Regeneration, Forever 21, Soldier of the Wastes;

Skills: Barter (208), Big Guns (281), Energy Weapons (298), Explosives (297), Lockpick (287), Medicine (334), Melee Weapons (219), Repair (366), Science (256), Small Guns (378), Sneak (256), Speech (244), Unarmed (311);

That's an upgrade.. Well, I think she can take them on even with only the NEBARTO Standard Mk. VIII, I think.

"Rica, will you?"

"Pleasure lil' bro."

Then off she went. I turned to Erin, "Make sure she doesn't get hurt."

She nodded dumbly then went after her.

Now, let's wear this Infinity Gauntlet and place each {Omni} Infinity Stone.

Space.

Power.

Reality.

Soul.

Mind.

Time.

…

…

Nothing happened didn't even feel a change when I placed them individually. Yea–AHHHHH

Hrggnnnhhhh–

GgnnnraaaH!

FUCK!

That's, oh crap.

Stats.

Statistics
Name: Alexander J. Mercer
Title: The Gamer [Gamer's Disease (Stage V Sub–Strain III)]
Job: The One True God's Planck Pawn
Race: Proto Human {True}
Age: 21 years old (Eternal)

Level: 171 | 25.66%
HP: 1,005,802,029.20
ME: 1,237,409,534.62
ST: 1,100,660,074.40
HPR: 58818.83212/s
MER: 72363.13068/s
SR: 64366.08622/s

S.P.E.C.I.A.L.M.

STR: 1627.348 +500
PER: 1501.772 +500
END: 1711.912 +500
CHR: 1115.679 +500
INT: 1900.071 +500
AGI: 1827.980 +500
LUK: 1777.777 +500
MAG: 1912.033 +500
STAT POINTS: 845.00

Wealth: 10.610
Status:

Well, I welcome the permanent one thousand all stat increase and the temporary five hundred all stat buff when wielding this. Let's smash the ass face that hurt my wife.

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

Rica ducked and threw a Nuka Quantum Grenade; it was even stronger than a Microfusion grenade.

The resulting green explosion allowed her to use Alexander's Ravager X31c and shoot down the Old Faction Devils that are hailing her with tons of shit inducing magic.

The Ravager X30a is the standard issued by Alex for all Securitrons. X30d is the issue used by Synths when taking down heavy targets.

Ravager X31c is the next improvement along the series. A Photo–Plasmic Energy Beam the size of an AR–15 or at least his M5AKc. What's better is that it is hooked up to an Energy Pack that is then hooked up to four MFHB Zeta. The entirety of the gun is slapped with a specialized PMSI, one that is suited for maintaining temperature and gun integrity to ensure it will fire regardless of the situation. And a Nanite Composite Micro Factory at its stock's butt.

The Ravager series shoot out light. Light that can be generated by flashlights, LEDs, LCDs, and any light source of the same sort. The only thing different for X31c is that this "light" that gets shot out carries Energy; It packs a million joules to be exact. It does not stop at that, imagine it travelling at the speed of light. Voila! Another load of BS for Point and Shoot to Kill had never been better.

But for Rica, while facing these Devils that can seemingly spawn Golems, Skeletons, Chimeras, Zombies, and Wraiths with nothing but their Magical Energy?

It is quite a bit taxing. Even if you have a gun that has technically infinite ammo, when the enemy outnumbers you from the start and can technically summon an infinite number of enemies– Not that she isn't grateful though. It's free EXP. Maybe she should see if they can keep it up for the next few hours.

She pulled out ten NQGs, tied them all together with a cloth from her inventory, lit the cloth, and hurled them towards the majority of her enemies.

*BBOOOO–

She didn't wait for it to finish. Standing up, she trained her sights on the nearest target and pulled the trigger. Funny thing about X31c, it can auto fire thousands of times in thirty seconds. Then she only has to wait a second to do it again.

Rica thought that she can proceed as it was but thought better. Bullet time activated. VATS activated.

Having a cost of five AP per shot assisted by VATS, and getting refreshed every kill; it's over powered. She's OP.

The Devils didn't even saw what killed them.

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

Neo–Uruk

Walking out the portal made by the Space Stone, I felt my body ground into an antagonizing halt.

There, on the bed getting fucked– ravished on all fours, was Gilgamesh.

The one ravishing? Arturia Pendragon. Both of them stopped, Gilgamesh gasped.

I never felt more betrayed than ever.

Gilgamesh first noticed me, "I– Alex, I can explain! Baber stAh– IIIHH!" Arturia even came inside her. Both of them came.

I clenched my left hand and they froze. I can't care about Arturia ravishing her, what I felt wrong about was what was it that I saw? Had they both planned this?

I know Gil can move even when everything's paused.

But, Baber?

BABER?!

Then I saw Arturia move. Not even frozen in place anymore. I looked over Gilgamesh whose face was troubled and is chewing her lips.

Damn it.

My knees gave.

Right hand, meet Nose Bridge.

Left hand rose up, Space Power Reality Mind Soul and Time all lit up.

I slowly stood, flooding the area with all I have of my Magical Energy. Even the Formalcraft circle I used for Gilgamesh lit up.

I don't know why but a few words escaped my mouth, "Alter, Come Forth."

Then, in a shower of Kaleidoscopic lights, a tainted version of Arturia stepped in front of me. My left hand, under the Gauntlet, received the Command Seals even when there's no Grail System.

"Fuck the both of you." I shat out PMSI at them from my Inventory. I made it restrict them, especially now that it can tap into their Nervous System. Gilgamesh being Incarnated, Arturia still having her body due to not passing on.

"Altria, rape her ass." I said, pointing to Gilgamesh.

She raised an eyebrow but shrugged anyways and got closer to me as she stripped off her clothing.

I placed my hand on her cunt and pulsed out prana. I let go of her pussy as I know she'll grow a dick to fuck Gilgamesh with, but she jumped and caught my lips. "Can you do me next?" was her question. I gave her a nod.

And I even felt Gilgamesh tremble, from what, I don't care because I turned and dragged Arturia with me.

I settled her to see Alter fucking out the brains from a restricted Gilgamesh and with me facing Arturia. I even willed the cock on her away.

"H– hi."

…

…

"Uhmm, I– missed you?"

…

…

…

"Not even a reply, Alex?" I stored the Gauntlet away.

A quick mental message to Rica and Erin, they both appeared before me. I willed my PMSI to recede from my lower body.

"Who– who are they?" she asked while Erin licks my cock and Rica making out with me.

I didn't answer. I don't want to and I can't.

Grabbing Erin's red hair I pushed her down my cock as I continue my kiss with Rica. And I stared at Arturia.

"wha– wha– what"

I thrusted down Erin's mouth and into her throat. I came, still staring at Arturia. I pulled from her and slowly moved her to my Inventory Sanctuary.

Then, lifting Rica, I plunged my cock inside her, much to her pleasure. "Fhuck yes~ Harder lil bro– HARDER!" She screamed while trying to keep herself conscious while I ram my cock on her.

All while still staring at Arturia, who's now a bit flushed red.

Rica moved her arms to my neck from my arms and started to bite on my shoulder to stop herself from screaming.

Arturia wanted to look away, but I forced her to watch. Then, with a snap, Arturia's PMSI started teasing her nipples and cunt and clitoris.

On my back, I heard Gilgamesh, "Oh fuck, fuck, YEAS! There! FHMmmf ahhh–" get rammed by Altria.

The sheath that I kept plowing in, constricted, and pulled me in hard. Rica came, and, with a grunt, so did I.

Catching her breath, I gave Rica a kiss on the forehead and there she goes to my Inventory.

I stared away from Arturia and turned to Altria who had yet to cum. Walking to her lithe body, I placed my hand on her waist, and another to turn her face for me to catch her lips.

Feeling her hot breath against my face, she spoke, "Ffssss– want to mount me?"

Both my hands went down to her ass. She smiled, I thrusted in. She suddenly came inside Gilgamesh's ass and both of them collapsed, with Altria's eyes rolling to the back of her head.

Positioning Gilgamesh to stick out her ass so that Altria will do the same, I started ramming faster.

"Ah– fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Alex, faster–" I heard Gil mumble.

I turned my head to stare at Arturia again. I saw her leaking, but unable to cum, even a few tears started to trail from her closed eyes while her face scrunched up in pleasure and pain. Also shame and regret, I think.

I felt Gil cum again from Altria's twitching cock inside her ass, I renewed my ploughing on Altria.

She went tighter. And I, closer to the edge.

And– fuck. I came with my last thrust.

"You– you're horrible!"

I didn't reply. I threatened her by summoning three Naked Gen 5.5s around her.

She went into panic, "YOU WOULDN'T DARE!"

I slowly walked up to her.

…

..placing myself near her ear, I whispered. "Yes, I wouldn't. But you did, didn't you?"

I willed the Synths back into my Inventory.

"I just though–"

"NOTHING!" She winced from my shout as I righted myself in front of her.

"The powerlessness when I saw Gil beaten down, bloodied, missing an arm, and is about to be raped. Arturia, can you even feel it if it really happened and it was you who saw it?! NO! You even made me see it! For fuck's sake!" She winced and tried to look away.

She can't even think straight, the PMSI on her is still pleasuring her just enough to keep her on the brink of cumming.

"…" She didn't speak and was doing her best to think straight.

"You–, Gilgamesh and I both love you. Gilgamesh, even more so, now that I have healed her." I held her face to view mine on her eyes.

Then I stared her down while mentally willing the PMSI to stop pleasuring her.

"I–"

"Don't. I love you, and you me. You know that. Not because of the sex. Not because of power. But because we just do. Don't do it again okay? For whatever reason, please don't."

She tried to move for a kiss. I stepped back. Not that she can reach me with her still held by the PMSI.

Confusion filled her face.

"Your punishment."

Shock and betrayal both flashed on her face before she just slumped. "The PMSI will keep you nourished and will tend to all your bodily necessities." To ensure she won't be freed, I equipped the Gauntlet and made it so.

Unequipping it, I let Arturia hang in the air as I slip between Gil and Altria.

Sleep is good when Gil unconsciously tries to drown you with her breast and Alter's unconsciously nibbling your shoulder.

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

I woke up, Arturia still hanging but sleeping. Gil's off doing the City's tasks or something she usually does on the veranda.

Craning my head, I see Altria on my abs leaving me hickeys. Our eyes met, but she didn't stop.

I pulled her up and match our sexes, with one heaving, I found my cock inside her slippery folds. "Ah~!"

"Good morning~" she whispered to my ear. Then she rode me down. More of, fucked me to the bed.

I slithered my hands around her back and pulled her closer for a kiss.

Then, she suddenly clamped down my cock.

I groaned on our kiss, and she enjoyed it because I came inside her.

"Thank you," She said, patting my cheeks then slid off me to the sides, making me see an Arturia 'caught–in–the–act' of watching.

"She's been watching the entire time."

"I know," I replied.

I equipped the Gauntlet and unfroze her, as well as the PMSI to stop holding her in place. Using the Gauntlet, I had her fly down to my side.

"Will you do it again?"

"no,"

"Really?"

She nodded weakly.

I embraced her, which she returned.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

I ran my hands through her hair, and again.

"I don't care what made you think to do that, just don't do anything like it again."

I felt her nod in my chest.

I sat us up, pulling her to sit on my lap. I unequipped the Gaunt– wait–

I equipped it again, filling it with a fuckton of my Magical Energy– I feel it drain me. But I can recover; THEN–

+413,669,827,735,421,619 EXP
+ | 15,389.1% | EXP

Level up! (x153.891)
+ 765 Stat Points

[This is War!] Complete!
+ 867,556,617,299,371 credits
+ Storm Breaker (Locked)
+ Mjolnir (Locked)
+ Prism Gate
+ Arch Enemy (Locked)
+ Devil Slaying God (Title)
+ Infinity Armor

New Quest!

[Marvel and DC… Beyond!]

Finally! You have completed a quest for your visit. You've earned it. You can now go.

Nuff said. Just go already. Although… You'll have to be a child again. That's about it.

This. All this?

BULLSHIT. But, there we go, adventure. If it will qualify as that.

But let's outfit the Infinity Armor with Infinity Stones. Pulling a panel, I searched for the Infinity Armor.

Surprise surprise!

It's– it exists, the armor does, yes. But. It doesn't even have a visual– you can't see it. Or even use any other senses to sense it. It is there, but you can't sense it. It's like an armor in a game, but there's no texture file so you end up with just stats and the armor's effects and functions, while it doesn't even count as an armor.

Hrrrrggh– let'sjust get thisoverwith. Equip.

Space, Power, Reality, Soul, Mind, Time.

The– EEERRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHH!

FUCK!

FUCK!

FUCK!

Wait– why am I– Oh. Damn, they must've seen me writhe in pain.

I'm on bed, Saber on top of me, Gil on my left straight from the veranda, and Altria on my right from earlier.

"You're fine." Gil gestured and made way for the Veranda to do her things again.

Arturia buried herself on my chest, and Altria clinging on my right.

Uh– permanent five thousand boosts to all stats and temporary buff of one thousand to all stats. Not bad.

Now, where do we go?

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

Marvel Animated + Cinematic Universe

You know, getting born… It's painful. For the woman and the baby.

Imagine yourself– your whole body, getting constricted by slimy slippery warm muscles. Once you're out, BAM! Surprise Motha fucka, we'll fuck your eyes. And your ears too! AND–! *SLAP*

I have to act as a baby though.

"I name you–" An echoing voice of some overpowered being resounded,

"Hrondr."

I stopped acting and looked at the woman holding me in her arms, really really look.

"It's weird I know. I just felt like it."

If you ever thought this really is Marvel try again.

Something beeped loudly and repeatedly. Then someone shouted, "Cardiac Arrest!"

Then my senses blurred.

"And that happened." Rica said with her tweaking with her Pip–Boy.

"This is really Alex?" Gilgamesh asked.

"Yes." Arturia confirmed.

Altria was holding me while the two ogled me.

"He looks different." That was Gil with a confused face.

"And his system's locked until he reaches three to five years old or his growth spurt happens." Rica said, finishing up her tweaking. And maybe it's just me, but, I think Altria shouldn't hold me while sporting that look.

Thankfully, or scarily, Rica caught on my non–existent facial reaction with her guts. She scooped me from Altria, gently.

"I already found him in my origin world as a baby, I think I'd like to continue where we both left of."

And that's even worse, we left off at me fucking her senseless when my body was recently turned into twenty–one.

"Or, I could just do this." Gil stated as she plugged my mouth with a potion.

Rica was startled and dropped me. And if I was any normal baby? Could've died. But I'm not so I just got a

–1 hp

Still, it pricked the back of my head as my whole form shifted into my Eternal 21–year–old self.

Wait. Ah fuck. Being a baby screws up your sight. Rica's already turned twenty–one. And Altria's wearing The Maid Outfit.

"That. Fukin. Hurt." I said, staring up at them while lying down.

At least Rica flinched in shame. "Sorry–"

"It's fine. He's taken harder hits." Gil waved it off. Though Arturia…. She's still conflicted. Okay, seriously, why the fuck is being a baby messing up with my senses?

"Oh, what a waste. But~ another opportunity presents itself."

Arrgh. Fukin headaches and even more to come. "Altria, not now. And Rica, what did you do?" I said standing up, Arturia at least tried to help me.

Wrapping my arm around Arturia, Rica spoke, "Used a Mod? I don't know the specifics but I guess I pulled you... Your whole body when you were born while everything was paused, then substituted you with another baby that should be, for all intents and purposes, be the baby that should've come out."

I nodded in understanding. Craning my head to my right, I asked, "Arturia, how come you're Player Two?"

"I don't… know. It just happened when I got back to England then a message box appeared telling me so. Then a few years later, I found a way to Gil. And then we talked."

"Alright. Now, what year is it?" Rica looked to her Pip Boy as did I and everyone did, "2017?"

MCU and a few Animated then, none of the Comics. How sad. The enemies, the allies, and the thrill… Well, time's wasting away.

"Today, I'll have the Moon." I declared. Gil smirked at it.

Rica ported us directly, not even touching anyone.

"Alright," I spoke, remembering that only Arturia and Rica was wearing PMSI. I turned to Gil and Altria to see them not being bothered by the vacuum of space.

I continued, "Gil, time to transfer Neo–Uruk with the RTS Upgrade you got."

She did, but we were met with a message;

Cannot move 'base' on Hostile grounds.

They all tensed up at that. Ten minutes later, I saw a remote–controlled Iron Man Suit. I think it's Mk. 53 or something–maybe 49.

Then a holographic display came out,

'Identify yourselves.'

I looked to my four companions, they looked at me, blinked, then shrugged as one.

That almost made me smack my forehead, but thought better.

I mimicked him by having a holographic display of my own.

'I am Alexander Jesus Mercer, and I am recently a human turned Mutant I guess. These four ladies are my companions.'

Why do this? A better question would be; why not?

Or, why reveal your hand when you can bluff?

'What class?'

'Class?' I asked in turn.

'Possible Threat Level?'

I shrugged, 'Don't know. We just got ported here when I was turned into a child. Then back again. And here you are.'

'At least how are you surviving space? Shouldn't you get iced?'

'Again. Recently turned mutants.' I replied.

'Well, at least ride this ship, the US would want this settled. I think you'll find my offer better than when they come here.' He said, gesturing to the approaching ship.

So, he's already ahead of the government?

'Nah, we'll stay here. No country can claim the Moon. I'm claiming it.'

'Kid, you better come with me. Let me talk with your elder.'

The remote accessed suit gestured to Gil.

That fukin set my nuts into tickle drive. Even if there isn't air, I laughed my ass off.

'Are you done now?' The suit flashed the message.

'Yeah.' I replied.

…

Hrmff, gah dammit. He even fukin called me Kid!

I– I can't BWAHAHAHAHHA

Stu– stupid Tony Stark.

'I'm older than you think. But, man, that got me some laughs. And like I said. I own the moon from now on.'

'Just to be safe, you're not Aliens?'

'Yeah. Why?'

'Just making sure. Happy Trails!' The suit flew off followed by the ship.

I turned to Gil who deployed Neo–Uruk with the dome shield active. I had it set to display the outside from the inside, so no one can directly see the inside. And I'm–

–299310 ME

All shit outside Neo–Uruk is fried, no matter where on this Moon.

I saw them look to me, wh– asking for permission? Permission for what?

I can only dumbly nod.

Rica ported them, Gil was probably back on her veranda on the Invisible Tower, the other two, I don't know.

Rica remained though.

"Yes?"

"My fun time was disturbed." She said referring to the Devils she was killing.

"You wanted to do it again?"

She shook her head, "I just want to grind. I'm stuck at level 61. I don't even know if I can level up anymore."

Well, we can always plunge onto another world… Maybe I can plunge on an infinite dungeon?

I extended my hand to Rica, she gingerly placed hers atop mine.

Infinite Dungeon–.. Plunge–ON!

Cue bright lights and deafening sounds

"Ooohhh," Rica voiced out, letting my hand go as she eyed up the surroundings.

Where are we? I'd have to ask the system– System. Locate.

Resident Evil Cinematic Infinite Dungeon

Argh, what the fuck?!

A staccato of chinks. I saw Rica on one knee already shooting down everything within sight with the M5AKc. Yes, like gun powdered bullets, not energy weapons.

Don't ask me why. Good thing though, this one's silenced, the entirety is covered with runes for… Rapid acceleration and Sound Concealment? Ada might've done this.

"Lil' bro. You won't join the hunt?"

Hunt? What is she, a werewolf? "Well… If you like and want me to, then you know how to find me."

She smiled, then turned back to killing zombies from the distance.

Me? I'm dragging my ass over to somewhere. Let's follow her example.

Unequipping everything with a mental shrug, I donned a NEBARTO Standard Mk. VIII and an M5AKc. I think I should have a melee weapon….

How about, an Excalibat? Nope, too weak. How about Excali Bolg?

Let's see the description.

Excali Bolg. The Sword That Strikes True With Power. A+++. Anti–Fortress(es). 1000–?
The fortress was destroyed; therefore, the sword must've struck true. Invoke thy name, thy power shall crash.

Where did I even get this? Or was it Rica that had it? Argh, fuck it. I'll go with the Baseball Bat of Victory. Excali Bolg's too much.

Jumping down the ledge of the building we were on, I landed. The ground shook, cracking to make way. Just like when I was on my own game.

{!}

My body moved, and I was met with–

Zombie (Straggler) Defeated!
+ 125 EXP
+ G–Virus Sample
+ $13

System. Turn–off In–battle/fight notification.

Essential Notifications?

Leave them.

Acknowledged.

I nodded to myself. Why? Because a plan had formed within my mind.

And that is Grind.

I turned and fired on the fucker that was sneaking up on me.

Headshot.

Good to know that my skill hadn't rusted. I started running. Not that I'm making a noise. There's a sound dampener all over the NEBARTO Stnrd Mk. VIII. Mentally calling the thermal/optic camouflage, I proceeded to an Alley way.

One. Two. Three. All headshots, fired in quick succession. They all dropped. Just as I stepped forward,

X–Spawn Zone discovered!
Hordes or a Field boss spawns on X–Spawn Zones.

Current Enemy: 817 Hordes.

I felt it before I saw them. Fuck it, I switched M5AKc for a Ravager X31c. The area turned into an open field as far as the eye can see. From afar, it would seem nothing like a line. To the human eye at least. But some seven or eight kilometers from where I stand are the Hordes of Zombies.

I loaded my left hand with Bottle Cap Mines and a few Nuka Quantum Mines. I threw them all forwards and reached a kilometer. My right hand aimed and fired at the Zombies kilometers away from me. It wasn't enough.

I don't want to use the Gauntlet nor the Armor or any OP Magical Item– AHA!

I pulled out a Fat Man Launcher. Then got to tinkering with it. Instead of being manned, I turned it into a fully automated turret connected to my inventory for ammo. A scary thought came into mind. Give them their own Personality Matrices.

Next was to fix the Fat Man Missile into a Fat Man Mine. It took me ten seconds then I sent it to the Inventory for the [Infinite] Perfect Reproduction Machine to produce an almost infinite number of it.

I also sent the Fat Man Turret to the [Infinite] PRM to have a fuck ton of it.

I deployed ten of it behind me. Then I proceeded to fire. The Fat Man Turrets did so too, with terrifying speed, ten were shot per second. And they did it better. Two turrets will aim directly at the horde to thin the front lines. The rest will be scattering Fat Mines into a funnel like pathway to keep them on my front and prevent me from getting over run.

..As if.

Bah! Back to action!

Pulled the trigger and guided it, sweeping from left to right and back again, then again.

Their numbers aren't thinned out yet.

I deployed another ten Fat Man Turrets. Then called out ten Securitrons.

The Securitrons fired missiles….

Missiles that I forgot to upgrade. It was ineffective, try the words twiddle dinks. I pulled one and inscribed runes all over it and placing magical energy inside. It got 78% better, and I sent it to the [Infinite] PRM. The Securitrons used it.

Fuck, they got to 4 kilometers.

I deployed even more Fat Man Turrets half a kilometer from my left and right. Forty of them, having a total of eighty Fat Man Turrets all working in tandem.

I want to bring Ada to the table but she's OP herself.

So I deployed more Securitrons. Just in case you forgot, they got tracks/treads and Repulsor Tech. Meaning they can fly and hover or use it too as a weapon. Though the Ravager installed onto their hands is better.

Right now, I have fifty of them constantly firing above the ground from behind me.

Missiles, Mini Nukes, and light flashed through the horde. And they just crossed the 3–kilometer mark. And there's still a lot of them.

Should I still hold back? Fuck! Fuck. Fuck. If I don't hold back they'd be gone and I would miss out on things. Like the newly made Fat Man Turrets. And the improved missiles of the Securitrons.

Holding the fuck back it is!

I got down to my knees and tweaked with a Fat Man turret from the Inventory. I just attached another Fat Man to it. Now I have a two Fat Man Launchers in a Fat Man Turret deployment.

I needed more. Switching their MFHB Alpha for an MFHB Zeta, then installing two Ravager X30a on it. Yes, OP in a war with no Magic. I already sent it to the [Infinite] PRM and I replaced every single one on the field.

And that shit won't be enough.

Good thing I have random resources due to the [Infinite] Bag of Random, that even now, Synths inside my Inventory are still pulling things out of.

I willed fifty gigatons of sandbag into a funnel like structure twenty–five feet high and twenty feet thick. Then, using my Inventory, I raised the Fat Man Turrets and elevated them using sandbags stacked at forty feet high. They can already fire at a five–kilometer range, placing them on a higher ground is terrifying.

I willed titanium blocks 1ftx1ftx1ft into a 500ft high and 50ft in diameter tower. I flew to the top of it and used a surge of prana to magically fuse and reinforce them all together. All the while having it clamp down on the ground and make a support.

Then, I placed a 100ft diameter of titanium flooring atop it using two surges of prana to meld it together. To ensure integrity, I added support pillars from ¾ of the tower's height into the four general directions, connected right under this floor. Then a tektite glass roof situated fifteen feet above the floor.

I willed the turrets on the ground into this floor. They all adjusted sights and targets. Then they resumed firing. I also placed Ravager X30a turrets under the floor. And also some around the actual tower that supports the whole floor.

The Securitrons flew and hovered a few feet above the tower all the while continuing the assault.

The zombie horde reached the 1km mark.

I rained down NQGs on them. Just like the Gate of Babylon.

I could've done it earlier. But, I didn't. Bear with it.

I don't know why it took them a few minutes to cross five kilometers but these Zombies are pretty slow.

Now, I might be seeing things, but, are those 30 fucking feet zombies?

I continued raining down NQGs on the approaching hoard while tinkering with an MFHB Arc–Zeta. Making a looping circuit and a Micro Fusion cell as a capacitor, I made an MFHB Arc–Zeta bomb. With a mental command, I had it sent to the [Infinite] PRM.

I stopped raining down NQGs though the turrets and the Securitrons didn't, I fired one MFHB Arc–Zeta Bomb on the nearest 30ft zombie.

Everything exploded, the point of contact was the head. Yet, it left some hundred feet deep of a crater in a five hundred feet wide diameter.

Everything was glassed, flesh was vaporized, and I don't even see any draw backs from it aside from Friendly Fire.

I gave a small smile to my face. Then I rained it down around me in a five hundred meter range from the tower.

A few flashes of white and I now have a pitfall around me. What's more, I think they might fill the pitfall, around me.

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

Knifing the fingers of the 30ft zombie freed her. Equipping Ravager as she fell down, Rica plugged it's eyes. It was stunned, healing from the damage, though she was falling. She grabbed onto a nearby ledge and pushed off it towards the 30ft zombie.

Using the Saturnite Combat Knife, she climbed the 30ft Zombie with quick stabs. Left and Right, until she reached the neck. Slicing it wide enough as the zombie thrashed around, she left an active NQG.

Jumping off and onto a nearby building's ledge, she watched its head get vaporized, along with half its torso and shoulders.

She dropped off the ledge directly into a straggler, then with a turn of her body, she knifed a brute next to the straggler.

Needless to say, they rushed her again.

She ran all the while tossing NQGs behind her.

"Hsss" she felt her sides ache as she ran, probably from the Titan zombie that almost squeezed her. A quick injection of Adaptive Biogel fixed it for her.

Running and turning to a left, she saw zombies. But it wasn't enough to faze her, she continued running.

Hurling another NQG behind her, she vaulted over a car and landed on the shoulders of a brute. She twisted it's neck and jumped onto a truck right after.

She was supposed to be hunting these corpses, not running from them. But, it's good exercise.

Jumping onto a nearby building's ledge, she climbed it up. At the top, she threw another NQG. Then sprinted towards a better vantage point.

A screeching metal stopped her on her tracks. Pressing a button on the side of her helmet, a PMSI covered her from head to toe.

Without any indicator, she just ducked and fired behind her with a Ravager X31c. Then she ran again, without looking back.

Sifting through her inventory, she dropped a primed plasma mine. Then skidded to stop.

Turning she saw the huge dog like thing with brains sticking out of it's head.

She saw it lunge at her, the plasma mine went off. Only it's legs remained. She sprinted across the rooftops again.

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

Neo–Uruk

Managing a city is easy for someone known as Gilgamesh. But doing it while a tongue's licking your pussy mad and someone sucking you breast dry? She can hardly think and move. Especially when both women pleasuring her already drives her mad with just a touch.

She abruptly came.

"I– hhh, need to work!" She said while panting.

"And we will work you up~" Altria replied as she breathed down Gil's neck.

'Nn– noo– so–'

Her thoughts were stopped when her lips were caught. Though it didn't stop there. Her leg was lifted up, then she felt a cock fuck her cunt.

She moaned into the kiss.

It would be a good while before Alex returns, she'll enjoy the two for herself before that.

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

Another fucking hour passed and they are still numerous. They even got me surrounded. If not for the MFHB Arc–Zeta bombs, they'd be already trying to knock down this tower. But no, they're trapped on the further deepening of the pitfall as I pelt them with MFHB A–Z Bombs.

Grinding isn't fun when there's a fuckin lot of them and you're holding back.

'Aleex~' Aaaaand there's Ada.

'Yes baby?'

'I have a surprise for you~ Check your inventory.'

Uh huh. Aaand… 'Hologram Emitter?'

'It basically deploys a hologram.'

'We can already do th–'

'That can shoot unstable photonic blitz beams.'

What the fuck. 'Really?'

'Yes~!'

…

'Soooo, do I get a reward?'

'A full day with me when I go back to Fallout.'

'YES!'

Then she went off, and did what she was doing at Uruk.

So, I reworked the Securitrons. They are still the same bulky thing, though I just removed the annoying thing that's on their shoulder – the one that's spinning. I forgot to remove that when I upgraded their communications array. The screen they have got reworked into a holographic display. So no actual screen, but the area for their screen/face is still there. Most of all was their on–board hologram emitter.

A few tinkering with it resulted with no changes, it still ran all the same. The problem of my tinkering/upgrade was the lack of power. Yes, the tinkering improved their attacking power but that was not what I was aiming for. But when hooking it up to it's own MFHB Arc–Zeta? It just got all the more interesting.

It can now touch. Yes, a hologram can now touch. And even better, I have installed a personality matrix for them!

Now to make things much more fun, let's minimize it. Turn it into the size of my palm and not the size of a coconut. Maybe try to cut it's costs.

BUT–! Right now? Let's deploy it, and see a zombie fail to actually harm it.

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

It's been a fucking day.

Not actual fucking but– you get it.

I had reduced it into the size of my thumb and made it's power consumption efficient, meaning it can project as many holograms the power source can support.

A single MFHB Arc–Zeta can now also support ten holograms that has their own Personality Matrix. And that is while having the ability to touch things or let things touch them at will. Removing the capacity to touch, a single MFHB Arc–Zeta can support fifteen to twenty.

Encapsulating the actual emitter with a thin/small amount of PMSI helped with temperature problems.

And... I placed two hologram emitters per Securitron. A Securitron has an MFHB Arc–Zeta that acts as the 'overload' and 'discharge' unit. Now imagine if I hook two Hologram Emitter to it and also to the eight MFHB Zeta power source of a Securitron?

No more energy overloading problems. The Holograms themselves can use the energy to discharge it as an attack or the Securitron as an EMP.

Now place a Hologram emitter to a Cyber Dog and a Mr. Handy.

Scary?

Fuck no, not yet done. Since every single NEBARTO Standard has it's own MFHB Arc–Zeta, let's also place a Hologram Emitter on it.

Now, just imagine a Synth wearing a NEBARTO Standard and is in a Thermal/Optic Camouflage while emitting holograms.

Yes. Now, that shit there is scary. Since, the Holograms rarely need to touch anything, a single MFHB Arc–Zeta can power ten hologram instances per emitter AND the camouflage that the NEBARTO uses while also keeping the suit's intended function.

As a Neural Enhancer or the user Enhancing the suit itself with the neural connection, ballistic protection, anti–radiation of any and all sorts especially gamma, and thermal/optic camouflage.

My army is OP. I am OP, my mates and companions are OP.

And speaking of companions, I need Erin to be stronger.

I stopped every attack.

Turned on the tower's shielding.

Summoned Erin.

"Yes, master?" she asked groggily.

Just woke up? Eh, let's check it later.

"I have…" System, Count current enemy numbers.

598 Hordes of Zombies.

"600 hordes of Zombies, and I need you to get stronger. So–"

I sent an invite to her. And gave an Eternal Youth Potion.

"Join you in a Party?" I gave her a knowing nod while she drank the potion.

She pressed accept, then she tensed. A screen appeared in front of her. I'll read it out,

Gamer's Mind. Max. Permanent. Prevents any and all psychological problems, any and all illusion can no longer trick you, any negative extreme emotions will be negated. Allows for calm analysis of any and every situation, and at times, even if there isn't. The Mind is one's weapon. Use it.

Gamer's Body. Max. Permanent. Allows one to live life like a game, with all the upsides and downsides it brings. Sleep, Eat, Drink, or cast spells to recover. Train, Study, Think/Plan things through, Fight, Screw things, and Live to become Stronger, Better, Smarter, Faster, and more.

So her body and mind, both are adapting to the changes. She is a Devil with a Phoenix's Perks after all.

"Erin." I snap a finger in front of her face.

"Y– yes! Sorry master!" She just suddenly went to her knees and went to removing my PMSI.

"I said, you need to get stronger not suck my cock. But, oh well."

She hurriedly suck my cock. I don't know why, but might as well get naked.

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

A FULL DAY.

Rica hadn't ported to my side yet.

Erin, on the other hand– I don't know how, I don't know why. But somehow, she turned into an Elder Demon God.

Maybe being a Devil on some Universe and being one in Marvel allowed her to access the Dimensional Energies from Marvel.

Then, being in an Infinite Dungeon.. She got experience, all the ambient Mana, and all the Dimensional Energy she can access. Maybe the Gamer's Body in her is using these energies into overcharging her then adapting it to that level.

Hmm?

Wait.

What now?!

Oh crap.

She just learned how to properly channel Dimensional Energy through her Nervous System.

You… don't know what that means?

Try Telekinesis.

How I'd know?

Try watching every fucking zombie you've been trying to clear out for some time now and then see them get splat.

X–Spawn Zone Cleared!
+ |11%| EXP

Level up! (x1)
+ 5 STAT POINTS

Clearing Rewards:
+ (Unlock) Storm Breaker
+ (Unlock) Mjolnir
+ Far Sight
+ Dimensional Energy Siphon

O…kay. Why is it given to me? Erin unlocked it herself. Maybe because we're in a party? Though I'd welcome the Storm Breaker and Mjolnir and Far Sight. Even if I won't really use Far Sight.

HOLY FUCK.

I just realized something. And please bear with me.

Jean Grey. The Phoenix. Telekinetic Mutant.

Erin Phenex. An Elder Demon God. Telekinesis, Phoenix Regeneration, Devil Magic, and Dimensional Energies.

I just made a fukin Phoenix. That's it. She needs a rename.

Erin Phoenix. Elder Phoenix Demon God.

I moved away from the makeshift worktable.

And– Erin can now also teleport. Yaaaaay… OP Companions.

"Master?" She asked, a bit worried in her tone.

"Erin."

"Soo– I'm strong now."

"Not yet."

"But I did what you said. Do– don't I get some kind of reward?" She asked, pressing her index fingers together and looking away.

Hmmm. Maybe a kiss will do? Wait, what does she even want?

"Alright, you're free."

Everything around us seemed to freeze.

"…what?"

Oh come on. Don't tell me she has a slave fetish!

"You're...free?"

"NO!"

Fu–!CKKK!

She pinned me to the ground.

"After thinking and planning to be your slave for eternity and swearing to be your slave you'll discard me?!"

Whyyyyy, why why why what did I do?!

"Uhhh. I'll give you a kiss?"

She stopped, then blushed. What the fuck?! A complete 180 mood swing?

Jus–

Arrrrgggggghhh fek it.

I sat up, her legs wrapping around my waist.

"So, you want?"

She nodded looking away.

I held her chin and turned her face to mine. I let our lips touch. I felt her tongue wrestle my tongue. She's angling me upwards, pulling me up so she can have my saliva. Then I felt her grind into my cock.

I placed my hand on her hair, grabbing a couple, I gently pulled.

"That's enough."

She looked dazed, but more importantly, wanting for more.

I let go and crossed my arms, shaking my head. "No."

"Please, master…?"

"No."

She didn't push it further but she wrapped her arms around me. Then– sleep. Erin, slept on me.

I don't even know why I make the choices I made.

I uncrossed my arms and wrapped one around her waist while the other– I ran my hand on her now shoulder length red hair.

Let's hope Rica finishes her grinding soon.

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

Ten hours. I slept sitting upright with Erin. Though she's gushing wet and I felt it through my skin. Not piss. No, this one's from extreme arousal. I even woke up to find that my right arm was still caressing her hair.

"Erin."

"y–Yes?! I meant, yes master?" She frantically replied as she slowly pulled from hugging me to facing me.

I gave her a peck. "That's for controlling yourself."

"Thank you…master."

"Now, clean my cock. You leaked on me."

She nodded and slowly got off.

Lying down on the ground, she started licking my cock. I lied back a bit to give her leverage. To my pleasure, she took it as a signal and deepthroated me. Her tongue doing magic with my cock, I came.

"That. Was great. Now, I need you to stay here and level up some more."

She nodded with my cock still on her mouth pussy, much to my pleasure.

"Great. Swallow it now, I'm going."

She followed and got off me.

I donned the NEBARTO Standard Mk. IX, the one with PMSI, and Hologram Emitter. Both on the head gear.

I stood up. Equipped the Gauntlet, then went through the portal I summoned.

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

Rica was running, like really run from ten Hunter lookalikes from my game that turned into Zombie dogs. The ones with the brains for hair.

Then Rica just crashed into me.

It was a bit disorienting for her when she turned right, while lobbing back an NQG at those– whatever they are.

Power. Reality. Time.

That killed the pests around us.

"Sorry about that."

"…It's fine. You want to go now?" She asked.

"Yeah. Erin's got this whole place as a stomping ground."

I gave her a hug. "You want to eat? I'm craving for something sweet."

She smirked, "You can always eat me~"

"You know that's not what I meant." I said to her while sporting a smile.

A small chuckle, "We can always go where we– about that. Can we go on this 'date' that I read through some computer logs... maybe around the whole world?"

That. Yes, I should. She wasn't exactly born to a fully functioning and alive society.

"How long?" I asked, then she started chewing her lips. "Don't think too hard about it. They can understand." I added.

"...A month?"

"Sure." I unequipped the Gauntlet, the NEBARTO Standard, and just morphed my body into a clothed one.

Dungeon Un–Plunge!

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

One Month Later.

I took her to Australia, then to Africa, and then finally to Antarctica.

We enjoyed it. Especially her when she went for a 'Fuckin in the Wild' experience.

But the food? I never got to eat anything besides her. All the time, she wants my tongue inside her all the while she goes "Lil' bro yesss– Faster~ YES~ OHh YES! Right there~!"

Only she got to properly eat. When I turn in the night to sleep, she starts to cuddle... then it goes into fucking her senseless.

Meaning I got little to no sleep, not that I need to. And it makes me even happier when she wakes up just to mount me.

Then it ended.

But the glowing Rica before me? It was worth it. Now we're currently sitting on a bench in a sidewalk on Manhattan. She's holding my hand while staring across the sea our bench was facing.

It even got better when she leaned on me and said, "Can I still be with you if you got stronger?"

My only reply was, "Why not?"

She just hummed in thought. Then, "Thanks for the date, Lil bro."

"No. No. Thank you. Seeing you happy made me happy. It's weird even for me, but I take what I can. So, Thank you."

She ported us to the original Mothership Zeta, the converted Captain's Quarters and slept.

I would have slept too if not for the doors opening.

"Oh– was I... intruding?" Squirt asked.

"No, want to join?"

She nodded. I opened my left arm.

Then I slowly drifted off to the bliss of unconsciousness.

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

I woke up to find Rica gone, but a Squirt warmly nuzzling on top of me.

Placing my hand on her hair, "Squirt, wake up."

"Five more minutes." She grumbled, climbing further and burying her head the side of my neck.

I held her body, and sat up. My ears picked up some utensils hitting some ceramics.

Maybe they're eating.

Gently walking through two doors, I found myself into a table in the middle of the bridge. A dining table.

Ah well, can't be bothered with teleporting. So, why not?

I saw Rica eating, along with Montgomery. Why is she here? Isn't she on the Dual Zetan Ships?

"Hi." She waved to me. I nodded back, then sat down besides Rica. Then Squirt woke up, but does not want to get off, what with her tightened limbs around me.

"Why are you here?" I asked, finally able to use both hands to get food into my mouth.

"Nanites + Biogel + Stimpaks equals the Best Medigel I have ever witnessed. I'm trying to improve them here. Although I have yet to figure out how to mix it with your potions."

"Alright. Suits me fine. What do you want?" I asked as I fed a begging Squirt.

"What do you mean?" She asked back, Rica got a bit jealous and I started feeding her too.

"Reward or incentive, whichever you prefer."

"Uhh.. nothing? I already got what I want."

Huh. Would you look at that. "What was it that you wanted?"

"This." She gestured to herself, and the whole place, me included.

"Alright." I stopped feeding the two because I only got one bite and lost interest on eating. I pulled out an Ice Cold Nuka–Cola and promptly drank it.

"Squirt, time to get off."

"Okay~" She got off and went to the adjacent lab room. Montgomery followed her.

That leaves us with me and Rica. And Ada, if you want to count her instances spread all over the places.

"Let's go back." I said.

Rica just ported the two of us directly into Neo–Uruk.

I was welcomed with three women sleeping peacefully and cuddling with each other... and it smells of sex in here. Meaning they just finished ravishing Gil.

Time to Grind some more then. Solo.

Infinite Dungeon Plunge–On!

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

Adjacent place.

I think I need to specify which place I'm plunging at times. Because this place? I'm seeing nothing but nebula.

Dungeon Un–Plunge!

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

Infinite Fallout Dungeon Plunge–On!

Ahhh, there we go.

I'm seeing crumbled buildings left and right. Smack amidst of it; Super Mutant Behemoths roam. Not just that, Alpha and Mother Deathclaws wander. I don't see Mythic Deathclaws.

I am hovering a kilometer or so above them. I haven't done some brute forcing, maybe I should.

Meh.

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

Clad in his Armor form, still hovering above, he thought to himself.

'Hmmm, maybe I should change my Blacklight Armor Form's Aesthetics? Worth a try.'

His body shivered and shifted into matte black. Nothing else.

'Eh, fuck it. I'll do it someday.'

Then without warning, he Dive Bombed like never before.

He crashed against the ground, leaving him buried deep. But the diameter of the impact was evident.

Two and a half kilometers wide, everything was sent flying.

'Too much.'

He swiveled for some half minute, then flew out of the rubble he buried himself in.

Not a single one really died, but most had near fatal injuries near his impact zone.

He landed.

Then, he got smashed by a Behemoth. Good thing about it though, was that it didn't damage him.

'Is really being a baby that much worse? Just look at it. No damage notification.' He thought as he grabbed the hand and twisted it off the Behemoth.

He consumed it.

+ Random Stats (0.001 to 10.000)

'Ah well.'

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

A few hours into it, he finally cleared the place.

'A few stat gains. A few items. Some cash. Nothing else?' He wondered walking off to nowhere in particular.

Then, he came across a deep gorge in the ground. A chasm. Bigger and deeper than the grand canyon, littered with the rotting remnants of old civilization.

With a shrug, he jumped to hover down into it. No sense upsetting some inhabitants deep inside with a Dive Bomb, right?

A few minutes into hovering downwards, light began to fade.

It was dark, as if light was being eaten. But he has no problems with it. He can see no matter what, courtesy of his Disease, giving him an ability of passives every mileage he crosses in all of his stats. It's so many he threw the fucks he liked to give to it– into, the, wind.

Deep down, there were few things he saw.

One, there's a lot of egg like mounds the same with Chauri. Two, subterranean species exist. They have these spine spikes that end in bioluminescent capsules and a few capsules all over their body. He even saw one dig into concrete and another one dug out of it. Then he saw an Alpha Deathclaw. A dead one, lying on the ground with shredded body parts.

A smirk found it's way to his face.

He found another species to consume.

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

One after another, they all burst from the ground. Trying to defend the eggs I already destroyed. Not that they can reach me while I float a good distance.

Already, I have consumed a ton of them. But they kept coming. So, I put my access into Dimensional Energy into use.

First thing I did? Reality Warping.

And it was so fucking OP I think I don't even need the Infinity Gauntlet or possibly the Infinity Armor.

I can bend space, intrude minds, snap their souls into reality, crush, mutilate, shoot beams, explode things, and ride time.

All just with accessing Dimensional Energies. It's like my Reality Weaving, but with this Reality Warping, I just 'edit' preexisting circumstances.

An adrenaline rush inducing thing about it, was that, my Disease recognized it as an achievement and gave me a title; Reality Warp Master.

With said title, using my prana, I can warp reality. But nothing about Dimensional Energies. So why waste my prana when I can still access Dimensional Energies?

Oh, and the subterranean things are still bursting out of the ground.

A quick surge of flesh, my left hand turned into a twisting mesh of red flesh and tendrils. I made it shoot towards all these things.

Each one consumed allows me to extend the tendril. I did the same with my right hand.

Consuming them gave good stats and a few memories that allowed me to map out their whole subterranean pathways.

But I don't even need to do something about it. They're all coming to me. Like I'm some kind of food or prey intruding– well I am intruding on their hatchery, and that I must be.. stopped? I don't know shit about their thoughts.

Only what they 'see' or sense are what I get from consuming them.

Now if they wo– Okay... They run out of bodies to throw at me. Retracting the tendrils back to me... There we go.

A few more grinding and maybe I'll stop.

Let's just wal– Hu*mpff*

A freight train hit me over Mach 10.

–3,667,643,214 HP!

It hurt a bit. Like you were punched on the arm back on high school. Training my eyes on the human–like silhouette, I stood from where I left a crater the shape of my body. Then, my arm went limp. I didn't feel it.

Eyeing the silhouette, I touched my left arm.

Only to find that there isn't an arm to touch.

From mid–bicep and down was gone. I can always regenerate. And I have near infinite amount of the gauntlet.

Observe

Statistics
Name: –
Title: The Rawr Amongst Roars
Job: Fist of the North Rawr (Class XII)
Race: True Stealthclaw
Age: 871,714 years old

Level: 4,171,891 | 34%
HP: 2,918,885,939,994,350,000.00
ME: 181,183,142,053,507.00
ST: 2,895,145,233,320,260,000.00
HPR: 6,996,553,697.10 /s
MER: 434,295.00 /s
SR: 6,939,647,352.53 /s

S.P.E.C.I.A.L.M.
STR: 985,671.31 + –
PER: 56,783.53 + –
END: 567,861.00 + –
CHR: 103.00 + –
INT: 343,587.82 + –
AGI: 977,654.37 + –
LUK: 5,586.870 + –
MAG: 101.12 + –

Nameless as it was, it was once a human that won some ROB's (Random Omnipotent Being) favor and got a chance at life. It chose the world of fallout that it had originally came from. The ROB granted it so. But the designation given to it was random. Having cleared every task given to it, it now enjoys (curses) immortality at a Dungeon World.

...

Well fuk. It's faster than me. Stronger than me. And is even a mother fucking– fuck this. I'll use the Armor.

EquipArmorSpacePowerRealitySoulMindTIME!

Space warped around it, then light exploded forth from my armor towards the Stealthclaw– illuminating the whole chasm.

I saw, not an it, but a she.

That's how it made me want to see it at the very least. Not that I would care. I flew away, placing a tenth of my magical energy into flight.

TIME! SPACE! REALITY! SOUL! MIND! POWER!

I caste–ARRGH! Fuck! I lost my right leg. The thing can fly. I can't win through savagery, I just need to beat it at a time that I can.

UNWOUND!

Just like that, the space around her stopped. Time was unwound. Reality bent. It's soul was forced, and the mind was warped to accept.

An {Omni–Set} of Infinity Stones flickered in my vision. Along with,

Equivalent Exchange;
Armor and Gauntlet will break but can still be repaired.

Continue?
[ Yes | No ]

Yes.

I, my hand and whole torso, erupted into white light... Then came the unbidden raw power of the exchange.

Ignoring the ping and subsequent message box, I peered through the fading light.

Then, for a fucking unbelievable reason, I saw...

...

Rica. Not my Rica Brown. Still the same Rica Brown but with her red hair reaching her hips. Clad with Pip–Boy 3000 and standing in the nude, this bombshell stood confused.

I can't believe it. Rica was ROBed. She was a ROB's entertainment. Infinite times over.

But then, that begs the question. Am I someone's entertainment too? Of course, I was. Not that they were disorganized. At the very least, they follow a form of hierarchy.

'Telepathic Call; Player Number Five.'

MY Rica suddenly appeared beside me. The one with the shorter red hair.

"What is i– oh. That is weird. But hey! You get two Big Sis Forever!"

I wanted to face palm. But, Rica is Rica. Won't change that. Rica's already talking to herself, because it qualifies as that. Though I have to establish something to distinguish them from one another.

Problems for later. Right now, I'm seeing a turned–on Rica. No, make that two of them.

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

I need to do something. Anything. Maybe confront Thanos?

Yeah, let's do that.

SPACEREALITYMINDSOULTIME!

I was a few feet away from the fucker who's sitting now on his throne on his ship.

His eyes settled on the reproduced Infinity Gauntlet socketed with the {Omni–Set} of Infinity stones.

I raised it.

"Looks great does it?"

"... How?"

I can already feel it. All his minions preparing and converging on vantage points around, above, and under me.

"It's easy as the snap of my finger–"

"Yes. Go. Snap your finger."

Sure. Let's *snap*

"Thank you."

He didn't even know what I did.

"You don't even know what I did, did you?"

"You just wiped half the universe's population."

"No, you dimwitted ass. I made the universe infinite. Space? Go as far away from the known edge and you'll never run out of location. Time? This universe won't end. Every consumption and use of any resources constitute to nothing when that resource never runs out."

"What did you do?"

"I turned this universe into a game." No gamer's mind or gamer's body though. More of Skyrim's environment on the mining and resource gathering. Add in it's interface. Add in an expanded, combined, and edited skills of someone from Skyrim and someone from Fallout.

And to use only ten sets of Infinity Gauntlet and Armors for that?

"If only you thought the same, there would never have been bloodshed."

I left and used a portal into Earth, New York.

For outperforming Thanos, you've cleared a Marvel Related Mission.

+ 1 Power Boost
+ Extended Blessings of Anyone (Soul Mastery –Celestial Parallel Tier–)
+ [New Game++]
+ Load, Save, Auto–Save System (Now implemented)
+ Mod Menus/Source/Options

Overpowered, I was.

But. Not. Even. doing anything– I got ported to Neo–Uruk.

Rica did. Both of them. Against my will.

More OP, they are.

And they... are all having a meeting?

"Uhh– what am I doing here?" I asked, still standing with my back against the veranda.

On the table, a round one, Arturia spoke. "It's time to decide who gets to have your child next. Arcueid had yours, three of them. Alter suggested we discuss it among us. Both Rica and Rica suggested we discuss this matter with you."

"Well then that's easy. I choose you."

A hint of red flushed across her cheeks, "Me?" Well, at least she sounded pleased.

"I knew it." Gil commented. "But then, who's next?"

I walked behind Arturia, the stuttering mess that she is, I held her up for a bit and sat on her chair while she sat on my lap "Maybe Gil?"

Gil tilted her head in confusion, "Oh, yeah. You still want to divorce me.. right?" I added.

Arturia jerked her head with so much suddenness I got–

–1 HP!

"What in all that has been blessed by God are you saying?!"

Embarrassed, Gil tried to speak, "I– I... I wanted to marry you... no one else.."

Alright, what the fuck is up. Why are they so open? So vulnerable?

A flash of my Dimensional Energy siphoning got us all to bed. Though Altria was suddenly ravished by my Rica and also the other Rica.

Still sitting on my lap, Arturia caressed Gil's cheeks. "Thank you but, you don't have to break your oath with Alex."

Gil, sitting next to us, held the hand caressing her cheeks, "But I want to." She said stressing her point with her other free hand.

It was my turn to speak, "Gil. We three know that– well we know the desire deep down inside each other. Both of us want Baber (I nuzzle Arturia's neck) and she happens to want us both. She even gave up her wish to save her country. I also want the both of you."

I inhaled the scent of the woman sitting on my lap, "Nevertheless, I will do what both of you would want of me, long as it makes you two happy."

Then I made a playful bite on Arturia's neck. "Even if this woman was somehow involved in my separation from my daughters and other mates."

"B– but–" Arturia began to protest.

And it quickly died down when my lips touched with hers.

"I'm not mad." I whispered to her ear, then turned to Gil, "So, Gil. Marry Arturia all you want, it's fine."

"But my oath with you– I just can'–"

Arturia's finger landed on her lips. "Do you really have to divorce Alex just to marry me?" she said, rather sultrily... I don't know where that came from.

"If– if.. Alright. If you're being that way. But Alex has to court me!"

Arturia looked at me, I grinned back at her. In perfect sync, we both attacked Gil.

Her lips and neck that is.

"Nn– mphf~!" Pinned by two bodies, all she got to do was moan into my kiss and Arturia's hickeys.

She tried resisting... softly. It turns me on, even more. I stopped kissing her and promptly took in the sight of her.

I placed a hand on Arturia to stop or just slow down... because Gil's crying.

"Can't you ju–" Gil was interrupted with Arturia's lips claiming hers.

Opening a panel, I began undressing Arturia who then spoke as she separated from Gil, "Afraid of him hurting you?"

"Ye–" the words died down on her lips as Arturia peered through her eyes.

With tears still running the side of her face, "No."

"Then why don't we all just enjoy it all?" she asked wiping her tears away.

"I just..*sob* just want a life with you. Just the two of us. You know?" Gil explained.

"Gilgamesh, you– I tried imagining you without me; I can't and I understand it so. We're immortals. Because of Alex. Before I truly met you, Alex had been there, and I also can't imagine myself without him. Even now, I still can't. Selfish I know, but it's what I now wish for."

"Ca–.. can't you make a choice between us?"

Arturia's face turned sour. Hurt from her words. I can't blame Gil, she wanted to solo Arturia.

Who wouldn't?

Though, in this situation, what am I supposed to do?

All the women I had from the Elder Scrolls all understood they had to share me while some of them wanted to taste each other.

*sigh*

"Alright, she wins, Arturia–" I tried to say.

"wh..at... ?!" Arturia's entire being flared even for a moment.

That somehow stopped everyone. Altria and the two Rica ported away.

"She divorces me and gets to solo yo–" I was forcefully pinned down.

"Why– Alex, why?" a naked Arturia on top of me asks.

"It's no use forcing Gil. Even if I'd already healed her."

"You're letting.. her... take me away from you?"

Oh.

Fuck. What the fuck did I say– argh not that! Why the fuck did she say that?

"You're aba–" she began.

Interrupting, my hands found her face, "No. I'm letting her have you. I'd want to give myself to you– I'd do it if I could, but I would also have to give myself to everyone else. I am not abandoning you."

She just sighed, lied down on top of me, and buried her head on the crook of my neck.

Gil, in the nude, turned to her left.

"Do we even have a problem?" I spoke out loud, lying down on the middle of the bed. Gil on my left, Arturia on top of me. Trying to calm herself down.

"As far as I can see, Gil already agreed to have children with me."

"Children? Plura– Wait, not that. I said you have to court me." She said still facing the other way.

"And I said why not let me enjoy it now?" Arturia added.

I willed myself naked.

Arturia felt my cock hit her cunt.

"That's not what I meant Alex, but–" she moved and let me have her lips.

"Thank you." She said, burying her head back into the crook of my neck.

I moved our bodies a bit, then I started thrusting.

"Ahnn~! Ah–Alex–..?" Her hands slowly found my shoulders as I thrusted up inside her.

"Nnnnn– harder– ffasster~" She started licking my neck.

I felt her quiver, and it only turned me on even more. I started pistoning.

"So tight–!"

"AH~! YES~ YES~ HARDER!" She shouted while trying to instinctively stabilize herself as I plough repeatedly into her tight pussy.

She bit the bottom of my lips, not enough to draw blood, but enough to let me feel her chew it.

I felt myself go over near the edge, "Nrgh–" a grunt escaped my lips, she understood. I started slowing down to a stop.

She even stopped chewing my lip and let me drink her while we kiss.

Pulling away, she looked over to Gil. She looked back to me and gave me a small grin.

I raised my eyebrow because we haven't even finished yet.

She pressed her lips to mine again, in an attempt of pleading. And she succeeded, why stop her?

Slowly lifting her up, I felt her shiver as my cock left her. Moving my hand just a bit close to her clit and a little amount of prana, I settled her on my left. On the space between me and Gil. I turned to watch them.

"Gil~" Arturia said in a whisper to her ear. "w– wh– what is it?" I felt Gil shiver at that. Arturia just let her cock match up with her ass.

"I love you~" Arturia whispered again.

"I–" A cock forcefully ramming itself inside her ass interrupted her, "Ah~! L–love you too~"

I spread Arturia's ass while I plug it with the tip of my cock.

Every time she pulls out Gil, my cock enters her ass. Every time she thrusts inside her, only my cockhead remains inside her.

Every motion she does, she gets pleasure. My hands roamed her B–cup breast and onto her nipples.

"Fhuck– Aleex~ I'm trying to concentrate on Giil~" She said weakly in her pleasure daze.

What..?

That– fukin turns me on!

My hands grabbed her lithe body and I started forcefully fucking her ass apart.

"N– no– I– yes~!" Arturia went limp, her eyes losing focus and her tongue sticking out her mouth. Even Gil somehow went rigid.

She came...? Both of them?

Dammit. I gently pulled out of Arturia.

A little bit of Dimensional Energy and I had slowly lifted them, turning both of them, with Gil settled between me and Arturia, facing me now.

I settle them down, I slowly tangle my limbs with the both of them. My cock, probing the Gil's puffy and wet lower lips.

"Wh– what? I told you to court me firs– mphff~ mm~"

...

"Sto– fmhhf"

...

"I sai–phmff~"

...

"Dammit Alex, stop."

"Why?" I asked.

"Bec..."

"Because you're afraid I'll replace you once I'm done with you?"

She gave a small reluctant nod.

"Because you don't want me to have another woman other than you?"

Another small reluctant nod.

"Because you're not sure that I will give you the attention you need and want?"

She did the same action again.

"But those are not really it, is it?"

She gulped. "I– ah– I–..."

A smile formed on my lips, "Gil, I have my oath with you. Words are not enough at times, but we were using our magical capabilities back then. You even suggested it to me that we marry each other."

"Ye– mpfhf...?"

..

"I love a lot of women, I still do. I care for them. But out of all of them, you were the first that I had really sworn myself to."

She tried to scowl, but ended up putting up a pout, "Can't you just have one?"

"Can you? You've married yourself to me out of your own volition, and I don't hold you against it. But you fuck around with Arturia and Altria."

Shame, she felt it even if for just a bit.

"And you enjoyed it. You were in bliss, and who am I to cut it from you? I am just your husband after all."

"Wha– no! I– yes, I've enjoyed it! What do you care?!"

"They were mine. The women you enjoyed were both mine. Sworn or not sworn, I have their loyalty, and mine is theirs."

By now, Arturia had shaken off the daze but chose to try and remain limp and "unmoving".

"Loyalty? You call having women, sleeping with them left and right no less, loyalty?"

"Yes. But what about you? With them choosing me, they can rest assured that it is only them I will ever see, and I know that it is only us that will love each other. No one else besides women that will want to join."

"You call that loyalty? More like insecurity."

"? Gil, you've let me kiss with you, finger you to orgasm, lick you to orgasm and even drank your nectar, I've been kissing you anytime I felt so without resistance, and not even once had you interrupted me. Sure, you rain down blades on me when we finish, but why weren't you stopping me from finishing?"

...

"Gil, I can't reason out or explain my having of a harem. But my harem knows and accepts each other, even greater than siblings and lovers. Part of the reason they act out on their desire and not hide it."

"I don't want to be a part of some petty harem."

That.. fukin hurts.

"You want to be what?"

"The only one."

"Congratulations. You're the only one married to me."

"Fuck you and your oath."

Now, why the fuck did you have to say that?! "Gil, what is wrong with you? Seriously?"

She started sobbing. But Arturia chose to remain "unmoving" so I tried to console her.

Gil resisted, and I had to force her closer. Unplugging Arturia's cock from her ass in the process.

"Nnggh–" She moaned into my neck.

"Gil, we don't have a problem. What are we even doing?" I muttered to her ear.

Before she could speak, Arturia got on her back. Clinging to her warmth. "Let's sleep already~" she too muttered onto Gil's ear while poising the tip of her rising tool onto Gil's ass.

Then, without having the chance to speak, Arturia thrusted deep and hard.

"Ahhnn– fhuck." Gil groaned while baring her teeth into the nape of my neck. I felt her leak on my cock that was rubbing her crevice.

"Nnnn~, yeas there we go~." Arturia mumbled before falling asleep.

With our bodies entangled, I tried to stand.

But before I could, "..don't." Gil whispered.

Up until this day, Gil is still one of the mysteries I have yet to fully comprehend even for a bit.

"Why?" was my obvious question.

"Please? I—I need this." she asked while she buried her naked self onto a naked me.

And who can say no to that?

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

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{White Screech}

Hngnnh...?

Yel Ol Val No Sa I͔͕͓ͫ͛͡k͙̬͍͌͘͡h̬̭ͮ No Fir Do Sil

What...?

.{static}

I͔͕͓ͫ͛͡k͙̬͍͌͘͡h̬̭ͮ No Fir Do Sil

.{bleak drips}

Yes, but WHAT THE FUCK?! HOW IN ALL THE FUCK CAN I DIE?!

...

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

...

Ah damn it. Stupid Lucid Dream Visions.

Where's, oh, there's Gil. And, well maybe they're grinding for levels.

Wait,

Oh no.

I don't have enough power to make a Construct!

HOLY FUCK!

Infinite Dungeon Plunge–ON!

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

DC Comics + Animated + Cinematic Universe

{Omni} Infinity Space Stone!

X—Spawn Zone discovered!
Hordes of Field Bosses and Final Bosses have been discovered!

*snap

{Omni} Infinity Space Stone!

X—Spawn Zone discovered!
Hordes have been discovered!

Current Enemies: 921 Hordes

*Snap

{Omni} Infinity Space Stone!

X—Spawn Zone discovered!
Hordes of Field Bosses have been discovered!

Current Enemies: 215,654,884,115 Hordes

*Snap *SNAP *SNAP

{Omni} Infinity Space Stone!

X—Spawn Zone discovered!
Hordes of Field Bosses have been discovered!

Current Enemies: 41,512 Hordes

*snap *Snap *SNAP

Level u–

{Omni} Infinity Space Stone!

X—Spawn Zone discovered!
Hordes of Field –

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{Omni} Infinity Space Stone!

X—Spawn Zone discovered!
Hordes of Final –

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{Omni} Infinity Space Stone!

{Omni} Infinity Space Stone!

{Omni} Infinity Space Stone!

{Omni} Infinity Space Stone!

X—Spawn Zone discovered!
Hordes of Field Bosses and Final Bosses have been discovered!

Current Enemies: 358,792,631,854,922,7654,738,271 Field Boss Hordes
219,351,878,512,154,569,857 Final Boss Hordes

Infinity Armor!

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Statistics
Name: Alexander J. Mercer
Title: The Gamer [Gamer's Disease]
Job: The One True God's Pawn
Race: Vortex Radix Contractor
Age: 21 years old (Eternal)

Level: 1 EXP: [Incalculable]
HP: G64/G64 | ME: G64/G64 | ST: G64/G64
HPR: G61/PI| MER: G61/PI| SR: G61/PI

*Addendum; PI; Planck Instance

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Hmmm, let's create a few sets of armor and clothing...

Flaring all of my magical energy, I started 'imposing' a set of sub reality configurations.

"HYRAGH!" My whole body intensely cracked with light, making me look like a white dwarf.

Let's start.

Unstable Molecule Suits, check.
Nanite Weaving All—Round(er) Suits, check.
Adamantium Liquid Nanite Armor, check.
Vibranium Liquid Nanite Armor, check.

Hmmm, strange. Infusing Adamantium and Vibranium with all G61 worth of prana seems to create an Uru like metal, though a bit better.. I name it, Protoferium.

...Why don't I make an alloy of it with real Uru? You know, the metal used to forge Mjolnir and Storm Breaker?

I think I'll start using it now.

Uruferium Woven Primordial Armor, check. Helmet too? Check.

What about, rings made with Uruferium?

Ring of Vitality. Gives an additional G1 health regen per second, an additional G24 to total health. Soulbound{}.

Ring of Endurance. Gives an additional G1 stamina regen per second, an additional G24 to total stamina. Soulbound{}.

Ring of Wisdom. Gives an additional G1 magical energy regen per second, an additional G24 to total magical energy. Soulbound{}.

How about my Uru metals fused with an {Omni} Infinity Stone?

Shit. My Uruferium metals can't handle it. Maybe... Aha! Runic inscriptions of Aedra counter acted with Daedra. A few Nordic runes to call the two into balance. A formalcraft circle—set, allowing for a pocket dimensions filled with other Uruferium metals. And finally, a fuckton of my magical energy.

Aaaaaand, done. {Omni} Rings of Infinity. One for the Stone of Space, Power, Reality, Mind, Soul, and Time.

How about an Amulet/Necklace for each one too? Why the fuck not?!

Sword, Hammers, Axes, Gauntlets, Boots, Greaves, what more?! I now have Infinity Weaponry.

There. As for what's next, let's try to suppress my magical energy for now. Since, I can have an almost infinite number of anything I place into my Inventory, I think I'm good. There's also the fact that I have an almost infinite armory and an army to match it along with wealth... I think I can't say it any better..

I AM OP. Well, unless I fight that One Punch Man. Saitama I think. But, enough said.

WAIT! How about...

Stick with me on this one,

Ada fused with all six of the {Omni} Infinity Stones?

YES! An even more OP Companion! If now that I can draw on the Vortex Radix due to a brute forcing or my power levelling, I think she's already back to her previous capabilities plus the improvements she had acquired, made, and a few that I had given myself. And also, this.. evolution she just recently had.

You think it stops there? NO!

Equip Infinity Armor, Infinity Gauntlet, Infinity Boots, Infinity Greaves, Infinity Helm.

Dungeon Re—Plunge: Fallout; The Institute!

Finding myself in front of the machine, my body once again cracked with intense light. Looking like a white dwarf once more.

Using the stocks of what I am equipping right now, I engaged in equivalent exchange. Every single metal inside the Institute and it's premises turned into my Enchanted Uruferium... Let's just refer to them as MY Enchanted Uru metals for now.

All these metals needs would be to reshape it and socket an Infinity Stone.

But I digress, that isn't what I did it for. All {Omni} Time Stones across my body/armors glowed.

I stopped time.

Every single one of my currently deployed Synths, Generation 5.5s and the 6s, I pulled them into my Inventory and flashed them through my magical energy. They Individually took the brunt of it, even all of those inside my Inventory, and it worked. They can now access Dimensional Energies. Without any of their genes being altered to accommodate for it like the X—Men and other Mutants from Marvel.

NEBARTO Standard Mk. IX or X, make that Mk. XII. It now uses my enchanted Uru weavings with runes and a few "enchantments all over the suit".

I still place the runes but I ensured that I also bathe it with my Magical Energy before having it mass produced.

I did the same with other materials.

The effect of my abnormally absurd amounts of magic? The MFHB Arc—Zeta turned into a Self—Sustaining Stone of Pure Energy. A few worlds before becoming an {Omni} Infinity Stone and leagues apart from a True Philosopher's Stone. But it's powerful enough. Another effect of my massive magic would be the Saturnite Based Quantum Enabled Nanites that I now have.

Meaning I have to rework the On—Board Systems of a Securitron, Protectron, Handy bots and it's Gutsy variants, and Cyberdogs.

For the Securitron, losing the silicon based on board systems was seamless as I turned it into purely Saturnite—Based QE Nanites. Following that, I upgraded the energy consumption system to receive any and all radiations of energy and redirect overcharges (if that was possible) to store it on my Uru metals that I made them with.

To ensure it can enact stealth missions, I repurposed a small part of it, near the tracks, as an Energy Signature Dampener. It can scrub any radiation of energy it does; in order to differentiate it with the actual energy signature it emits or uses. A few additional runes help it seal it's presence away from those that look for it. And, as another terrifying thought that I almost forgot, it's very own Thermal/Optic system.

It doesn't end there, I'll be placing Kinetic Dampeners as well as Acoustic/Sound Dampeners on it. And as far as Kinetic Dampeners work, so long as it is supplied with power, you are shielded. Within, and with out.

Try Imagining the Plasma/Gamma Shielding and Localized Scatter Fields Personnel Shielding being powered by an SSPE.

Brrr.

And if you think I'm done, no. I just made it house ten emitters. Hologram emitters. An SSPE can support a hundred, A HUNDRED MFHB Arc—Zeta that are acting as capacitors for it, and still be able to support a single hologram emitter that is emitting some fifty solid holograms.

Scary? Fuck no. Their system(s) gets even more roasted into the medium rare zone with what I have in mind.

A single motherfucking Securitron can be deployed and use it's Ravager X30a at 1000% of its power without stopping nor overheating and activate hologram emitters to project a thousand solid holograms, suspended in air or in any orientation within one and a half kilometers. All of that while it relays and communicates with someone from the verge of the "known" universe and suffer no lag nor any kind of delay. Courtesy of Quantum Enabled Nanites. That is not to say that it isn't running it's Micro Composite Nanite Factory at 1000%.

Imagine me doing the same to Handy bots; Gutsy variants, and Cyberdogs.

My army just got even more OP.

I returned the Synths that I pulled away from their work. Now equipped with NEBARTO Standard Mk. X, their own PMSI, Hologram Emitter, and access to Dimensional Energies.

Together with their access to the armory in my Inventory... I think they'd be able to deal with some of the Marvel or DC Super Heroes and Villains. A Gen 5.5, Gen 6, Securitron, whatever it is; I think they have a chance. What with the Weaponry and Armors socketed with Infinity Stones... although, now that I think about it, they probably won't be able to withstand it... hmmm...

Meh.

I'll just use them as my ordinary arms to fling at enemies. But let's try making weaponry from the Elder Scrolls Universe for my army, just in case.

A different set of metals, of course. Diversity is a bit of a must even if you don't want it.

Great sword, check. Life—Soul Siphon, Magicka Siphon, Stamina Siphon, Hallowed Effect, Sun Blast Damage, Lightning Damage On—Hit, Fire DO—H, Ice DO—H.
War/Battle Hammer, check. Life—Soul Siphon, Magicka Siphon, Stamina Siphon, Hallowed Effect, Sun Blast Damage, Lightning Damage On—Hit, Fire DO—H, Ice DO—H.
War/Battle Axe, check. Life—Soul Siphon, Magicka Siphon, Stamina Siphon, Hallowed Effect, Sun Blast Damage, Lightning DO—H, Fire DO—H, Ice DO—H.
One—Handed sword, check. Life—Soul Siphon Siphon, Magicka Siphon, Stamina Siphon, Hallowed Effect, Sun Blast Damage, Lightning DO—H, Fire DO—H, Ice DO—H.
One—Handed mace, check. Life—Soul Siphon, Magicka Siphon, Stamina Siphon, Hallowed Effect, Sun Blast Damage, Lightning DO—H, Fire DO—H, Ice DO—H.
One—Handed axe, check. Life—Soul Siphon, Magicka Siphon, Stamina Siphon, Hallowed Effect, Sun Blast Damage, Lightning DO—H, Fire DO—H, Ice DO—H.
Bows, check. Life—Soul Siphon, Magicka Siphon, Stamina Siphon, Hallowed Effect, Sun Blast Damage, Lightning DO—H, Fire DO—H, Ice DO—H.
Crossbows, check. Life—Soul Siphon, Magicka Siphon, Stamina Siphon, Hallowed Effect, Sun Blast Damage, Lightning DO—H, Fire DO—H, Ice DO—H.
Arrows, check. Life—Soul Siphon, Magicka Siphon, Stamina Siphon, Hallowed Effect, Sun Blast Damage, Lightning DO—H, Fire DO—H, Ice DO—H.
Staves, check. Any spells; Summon Undead, Turn Undead, Heal, Lightning (Ball, Surge, Chain), Ice (Spike, Storm, Hail), Fire (Ball, Blast, Wave), Illumination, Invisibility, Silence, Enrage/Berserk, Calm, Turn Ally.

You might be wondering, of all the heck I can do... Why stop with weapons that has only nine enchantments? Simple, really, I don't. Going beyond nine destroys the weapon itself. It had only been able to handle the strain of Nine Enchantments because of it being made out of Uru, Saturnite, and Vibranium. Not an alloy of the three but a proper layering and forging of them. The souls that were used to Enchant each layer costed around a thousand dragon souls.

Not that I can't make more. But that's also the maximum that the layering can handle. A single dragon soul weighs much more than a single blue star...

...That is going Supernova.

At least, when said dragon soul is at the strongest level possible.

Though.. It really is that powerful. Part of the reason why they can speak Words into Reality, and why the Universe... Their Universe bends to their Will when they Speak.

Such is the Words of Powers promulgated by the Dragons born from Auri—El.

Finally. I can calm down. What? Why the fuck do I want to make my Synths capable of bending reality to their will? Why do I have to make them Dragon Borns? (Not Dragonborn, there is difference)

No, they're Over Powered enough. Imagine them wearing the NEBARTO Standard Mk. X that has the Self Sustaining Pure Energy Stone. Got that?

Now, make them activate the PMSI in their helmet. Instant flight, sustenance, and longevity. Not that they will age. They're Synths. They don't age. They become Better.

THEN, the Hologram Emitters on the other side of their helmet. Activate that with the SSPE as the power source.

AND the DIMENSIONAL fucking ENERGY that they can use to become Telekinetics, Pyromancers, and cast any spells or whatever Doctor Strange can do when he's already Old.

Heck, with even just the Dimensional Energies, they can already bend reality.

Finally, make them wear the three rings I just recently made.

If you aren't satisfied, make them wield the Ravager 31c and a One—Handed sword with the Nine Enchantments.

These powers alone can allow them to take on Thor. And you would want me to make them into Prideful little fucking Dragon Borns? I don't want them to destroy themselves anymore than they will do if they wield all that I have at disposal for them.

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We good?

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Hmm? What's... Oh my fucking One True Absolute God Above All.

Molecular Photonic Reconstruction Units if I'm assessing it right.

Or, as what the file says, Holo Vending Machines...

A Molecular Photonic Reconstruction Unit or a Self-Contained Matter Transformation Device as the Big MT and Sierra Madre data servers says, uses available resources into pre-programmed templates stored inside it's data storage device. By utilizing Nuclear Fission on the raw materials, using the Photons as the reconstructing units through specified radiation patterns. Nuclear Fusion is then used to give form to the processed material into the desired outcome or form.

If. If I outfit every single Securitron– no, if I outfit every single Bot with this thing... I get builders that can build anything. Never mind the Garden of Eden Creation Kit, I can terraform with this and more! I can even build something in space! NO. I can build planets, galaxies, clusters, and even a universe! All with just standing back and letting my robots use resources from my inventory to do the work.

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There. Now I have a NEBARTO Standard Mk. XI capable of enacting such feature with just the Hologram Emitter and the PMSI powered with an SSPE and inserting raw materials into a belt or some customizable compartment that the wearer can use. Not to mention the Bots...

Oooh, I think I'm too overpowered.

I think we are already good. Synths that can already use Dimensional Energies, high levels of intellect, martial prowess, and agelessness. Couple that with the armaments, armors, rings, amulets, and other bits and pieces I have crafted already gives them the necessities to conquer the entirety of Fallout and possibly the whole Sol System.

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Now, all that done I can and should create another Construct...

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What now?

I popped into someplace.

Rica just un—plunged me from the recent Infinite Dungeon. And into Neo – Uruk.

"Uh... Hello...?" I reply as my body was ported into a sitting position.

Gilgamesh, Arturia, Altria, Rica, and...Erica all were staring at me. With so much intensity, I think they're already eating me alive if they can't help it.

"W—wh— what.. did.. you do?" Altria asked. Forgetting to address me the way she always did.

"Grinded for power?" I answered as the light flowing out from my body subsided.

I felt Gil twitch... "Something on me?" I asked.

"No, it's just... well, we got a quest on having... children?" Gil murmured, barely audible.

"What...?" No, really. What. the. Fuck. I'm about to die. And— they get this quest. Not to mention that I haven't courted Gil yet.

What is wrong with ARGH! FUCK THIS!

My body crackled out some sparks of electricity from the random overload. "Hah. Fuck. Just... what the hell?"

"If you don't want to rush, we understand." Arturia spoke.

But... Will I truly die? Or is it just another fucked up scenario that I get to suffer from?

A hand felt my cheeks.

No, that's wrong, I felt a hand on my cheek. Right in front of me, kneeling, was Gilgamesh. Then, for the first time since forever, I felt her hold nothing back any longer. Her power rolled over the place. It was as if I was using my powers.

Sadly, the others left us to our devices. Gilgamesh, power rolling of by the storm, trickling over her form was the start of... uncovering "herself". Her Origin, per se.

She took the both of us into my Sanctuary in my Inventory then casted a Noble Phantasm of sorts that became our bed.

"I know... It is quite hypocritical of me but, I want you now." She stated as her armor vanished into her treasury. And then me, I felt forcefully set into the nude.

She slowly leaned back and down the bed. Pulling me along.

I felt her, desire, her lips.

"I need you." She said staring deep into my eyes.

My hands roamed from her shoulders down her ample breast, my lips trailing from her neck to between her breast, and into her left nipple.

"Ahn~"

My hand softly squeezed both the squiggly flesh as I trailed down her robust physique yet again.

Stopping down at her plump bottom, I cupped them, and felt my hands sink in as I felt the heat of her puffy crevice exude the warmth she wanted to give me.

I stuck out my tongue and licked her from bottom to her clit, slightly dipping in and settled on her clit.

Her hips jerked forward, arching back a bit as my tongue played with her knob. Deciding to follow her example, I let my power flow.

"Nnn~!" Her hips buckled up, she came.

Wiping a few drops off my neck, I crept up her body. Then everything went into blur...

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

|Searching|

A machine rattled on it's directive.

To assimilate life forms and use all that was gained upon assimilation to End One Anomaly they have failed to destroy upon a chance encounter.

Alexander Mercer.

Now, armed with Knowledge of Dimensional Energies and various Alchemical Rituals, Voodoo Craft, Witch Craft, and Techno—Wizardry; They proceeded to Warp from reality to reality.

|Searching|

Their efforts, however, were not wasted. Forming Hive Minds upon Hive Minds, they found the best suited units from all their assimilations. The Rachni spliced with the Zergs, the resulting abominations of such splicing was perfected through assimilation with machines. Nano Machines that had radioactive capabilities, one that fuels their entirety. The combination of a Rachni, Zerg, and a Nano Machine was not enough. They have formed and merged it with two other lifeforms. Asari and the Protoss.

The unlimited cell division of a Zerg, the instinctual and structural Hive Mind of the Rachni (more so than the Zerg), coupled with Nano Machines that enhance and regulate their bodies and the Protoss body structure. The result? A sculpted mass of 6 foot tall four armed bi-pedal. With plates capable of shrugging off .50 caliber rounds like BB Guns, strength even powerful than a five .50 cals, agility that can outpace a car, vitality that seem to be bottomless, lungs that seem to function as hyper-compressed filters allowing for almost any atmosphere even vacuum, intricate neural network lending ways for millisecond reaction speed, cardiovascular system capable of sustaining antagonizing levels of pressure without a hiccup, innate biotic capabilities, innate telekinesis, and ever adapting mind.

That was just the ground unit. Though it doubles as a sea unit as it has webbed feet, and can will their hands to grow one should the need arise.

The aerial units resemble dragons of lore, though these ones are capable of space flight. FTL through intense Biotics, Nano Machines, and Techno Wizardry. Some were heavy plated for defense, some were lightly armored for hit and runs, and some were loaded... for FTL suicide bombardments.

Then came the Overlord units of the Zerg. They no longer are such. Their sheer increase in capabilities allowed them to hide out of sight and even when using FTL. Their capability to survive space are a boon as their senses are sharpened and allowed them to see from planet to planet.

And the list goes on.

|!WARNING!|

But now, their enemy had been found. The year (eternity) that they had spent for searching him borne fruit. They can bring a swift end to what had once been their end.

This time, it will be them to give a certain being's end.

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

It was as I have expected.

I lost my powers again.

But it was because I gave it willingly this time.

It even required me to sacrifice ALL reproductions of {Omni} Set of Infinity stones, gauntlets, and armors that I have made. And also, a temporary ban for me or anyone else for that matter, to use the [Infinite] PRM to use it with the Infinity Stones, Gauntlet and Armor..

It was worth it. For I have imbued it onto Arturia, Gilgamesh, Altria, Rica, and Erica.

It gave them power that I can't normally give even with my stats as of now.

But more importantly, the children I'll be having from them.

Warning. Enemy detected.
Enemy count : EX + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +

And so, the curtain comes for me to face it.

A crappy ending, but fuck it. If I'm going down. I might as well decimate the enemy and make preparations for my mates.

Shop.

BUY ALL WITH HALF OF CURRENT CREDITS.

In an instant, I felt my Inventory do something.

With barely a thought, everything I have and can currently reproduce went through all [Infinite] Perfect Reproduction Machine a thousand times. Each.

Giving out a copy to all five of them, I decided to give a few to Erin and some to Ada on the Big MT over at the Fallout world.

Then, I deployed the Zetan Ships I have. All operated by their own AIs and Personality Matrices, they engaged the still approaching enemies, while I continuously sent Securitrons and any bots I have that can survive space through the [Infinite] PRM and subsequently pull them out to swarm the enemies.

Then the Synths went on. Equipped with their own PMSI, they tried to spread and set up defense grids.

In an instant, I felt Gil do something, and so did everyone else.

They were managing the RTS.

I saw Zetan Dual Ships and Mother Ships loaded to the brim with Securitrons and Synths... these units swarmed, as they continue to pull them out of my Inventory.

Then, I felt Altria give out a hearty chuckle... and that was when I was reminded of Hologram Emitters.

They all activated, seemingly bizarre Christmas lights that went red and pulsed out with blue Unstable Photonic Blitz Beams.

Even more scary was Arturia's genius coming into play as I saw Theta Recon Crafts come out of Zetan Motherships loaded with tons of Hologram Emitters and filled to the brim with SSPEs. It was disheartening, for the enemy (if they even have heart).

Then the enemy countered. They did something, they warped the space and then sent some form of spikes, never ending rain of spike from the dozens of Techno—Bio Ships that seem to split down the middle into two separate ships and produce dragon like creatures.

"This is not what I was imagining." I told myself and ported besides the five.

"I need you all to go somewhere safe. Use Rica's Mod, it has no traces. Maybe do a few loops. I.. I.. I'm sorry but I don't think I can come with any of you."

That turned their moods sour. None of them was exempt from glaring daggers at me.

Using the Dimensional Energies around me, I controlled Rica's arms and made the gesture to send them into a fuckton of Reality Teleportation Loops.

Turning towards the ever-growing Abominations, I flared my Magical Reserves. It did the trick as I felt every single one of my army get reinforced, strengthened, repaired, and energized.

That was just a part of it, Accessing the dimensional energies, I summoned the mirror realm towards the abominations.

Even my army and I followed.

Entering the mirror dimension, I felt the Universal Restraints and Restrictions loosen. All of my Magical Energy rallied once more in tandem with the Dimensional Energies that I continuously siphon.

Flashes of light started to clash, it seems the enemy has started using Biotic coated spikes.

And it failed miserably on the face of Plasma and Gamma Shields. Though not to mention the Kinetic Dampeners and the Localized Personnel Scatter Fields Shielding.

"This is a pain. If I'm supposed to die here, why is this so lackluster?" I muttered to myself.

Then, the Abominations turned into themselves. It prompted me to hasten the speed of deploying the Zetan ships, Securitrons, and Handy Mans and Gutsy Variants.

Colliding into itself, it turned into one gigantic Abomination. As big as the Saturn if not bigger. Then It spoke.

|Alexander Mercer. You are hereby granted Death.|

Then it shimmered and blurred as I got hurled away from Sol System.

I was slammed FTL.

I then made time come to a grinding halt.

Use all Power Boost.

Opening...
Particle Control Established!
Time Stream Sync Established!

Opening...
+ Last Grasp Effort

Equip NEBARTO Stnd Mk. XI
Equip Infinity Armor, Socket all {Omni} Stone.
Sacrifice Gauntlet for Infinity Armor Retexture.

Confirm
[ Yes | No ]

Yes.

Time was resumed, I warped all of reality around the Abomination with my mana, flinging out snaps of {Omni} Infinity Stones from the Armor, deploying all of my army; Zetan Motherships and Dual Ships, Securitron, Synths, Handymans, Gutsies, Fat Man Turrets, Theta Recon Crafts, Nanite swarms, and PMSIs controlled by ADA.

Still it was not enough. It was reproducing cells at an astonishing rate, even using dimensional energies to accelerate time inside it's body.

I drew out a Self-Sustaining Stone of Pure Energy, inscribed runes on it's face with mana, sent it to one of the [Inf.] PRM and then opened my Inventory to bombard it with Unlimited SSPEs.

Still it was not enough. It was siphoning Dimensional Energies from other Dimensions of different Universes, nor from a recognizable Time Point. It was gathering energy to ascend into a Primordial Abomination.

But still, that will not be enough. I can end this. If it is so powerful, then it must not be in a plane where my powers can reach it. The One True God still reigns above all... Therefore;

Time... is no longer an issue.

TIME!

Reality, must obey...

Reality!

Power must be supplemented.

Power!

Distance must be resolved.

SPACE!

I must set the contingencies into place. Problems will always arise; the bill comes due.

And as OP as I was and my whole army was, I think I need to... rest now.

Yes, this is probably for the best.

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

'System, engage equivalent exchange.'

Select Sacrifice.

'Where else can you get a Sacrifice? I'm right here.'

Acknowledged.

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

The whole Galaxy Cluster rambled, space was distorting—eating and stretching itself and the Universe was straining to correct the anomaly as Time was continuously squeezed and pulled, as if a Fabric that needed scrubbing to eliminate all but one Stain.

An Abomination.

Everything was displaced, the Mirror Dimension almost broke apart at it's seams of Reality as the Power rolled off to wash away the already chipped parts of the Anomaly.

It was...

... another Big Bang.

|O— [PROTO HYPE] —O|

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