Chapter 14

We were all gathered in my pocket dimension and prepared to storm Stormterror's lair. The acquisition of the Fatui's Harbingers and soldiers was a resounding success with Irene inducing the Cicin Mages and Mirror Maidens into a magical deep slumber in different rooms while locking the two harbingers in the same icy-time locked prison as La Signora. Yeah, she was going to be mad about the delay in releasing her, but I didn't want her tagging along to face off against Dvalin. Well, Venti didn't want her to come in general while I just felt that her help wasn't needed.

I'm basically a one-man army by myself with Sun Wukong's broken abilities and magic, Son Goku's techniques, and my enhanced Anemo magic that's been enhanced by the blessings of the Anemo archon himself.

Not to mention that I have Irene, Aether, Venti, Hili, Mita, Nion, and Razor there to act as my extra support to raid the old ruins of Mondstadt's former capital city. That also included the likes of Jean and Lisa who were filled on everything while I was busy dealing with the Fatui.

"So are the two of you up to date on everything?" I asked, sitting on the luxurious couch across from the pair of beautiful women.

"It was…a lot to take in at first…" Conflicted, Jean sighed then shook her head. "But we are aware of what's currently at stake so do not fear judgement from us, Honorary Knight. We are with you."

"Plus, the thought of parting with the hunk that gave all three of us a nice pounding seemed like a ludicrous idea to even fathom." Lisa chimed in much to Jean's embarrassment.

"Lisa! That is not true, and you know it." Jean scolded. "This arrangement might seem distasteful, but its benefits greatly outweigh the cons especially when it pertains to your…affliction." But Lisa just waved her close friend off.

"Yes yes, I understand, Miss Grand Master but reclaiming and earning a longer lifespan will not do much to stifle my passion. Now that I have more years to enjoy my life, I'm going to put some more time in to exfoliate and relax."

I rolled my eyes. "So, what you basically already do?"

"Nope." Lisa popped the "p" and giggled. "Before I was simply putting in less effort just to be lazy. Now I can put in more effort in my laziness without any worry."

"The lengths you'll go to avoid the tedium of your job astounds me, Lisa…" I groaned.

"Why thank you, Mr. Hunk." Lisa cheerily nodded.

"He wasn't praising your slothfulness…" Jean heavily sighed. Yeah, I can see just how much of a headache she'll get with Lisa's new approach to life. You have my sympathies, Jean.

Convincing them wasn't that difficult now that they were bound to me, on top of my earlier actions in securing Mondstadt's safety from the forces of the Abyssal Order and recently the Fatui. Plus, revealing the fucked silly Venti's true identity as the Anemo Archon had further solidified their already established trust in me. Noelle didn't require as much persuasion to trust me.

"Sir Michael, I am but humbled to be your loyal maid!"

She kept prostrating herself each time I addressed her and immediately threw herself to work around the Demiplane as an added addition to our maids despite being an official "wife" of mine. It took me a bit of prodding to get to stop referring to me as Lord Michael, but she certainly wasn't averse to giving me the title that my position as an "Honorary Knight" allowed me to take. I had Hana and Maya take her around to teach her the ropes of things at Jean's insistence because Noelle was still a knight-in-training and lacked the proper skillset to join us and face Stormterror.

Noelle alone wasn't the only one excluded from joining us. Xiangling just preferred to stay in the kitchen and experiment with all of the modern ingredients that it had to provide for her in our boundless storage, I had to get Irene to contact Amber telepathically just to learn that she was busy routing an upsurge in Hilichurl activity around the city with the likes of Kaeya and Eula so she was a definite no (also I mentally nudged a couple of my clones in the city to assist them), and Imoya & Chieri were still on their grind in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.

All hands weren't on deck, but we were sufficiently prepared to just deal with the issue without going beyond overkill at this point.

"So, are we all ready to do this?" I looked around at each of my wives and received resolute nods from all around while the likes of Mita and Hili vigorously clapped their hands or bang a fist to their chests. "Good. Now then everyone touch my body."

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"Paimon, could you please touch me somewhere else…" I groaned.

"But you like it when Paimon touches you there…" Paimon pouted.

"I do but there is a time and place for everything and now isn't the time. Do it later if you feel up for it."

"Fffffffffffine…" She flew up to tap my stomach.

"Good, now we can begin…" I nodded and concentrated and as one, we left the Demiplane and materialized in the interior of our Mondstadt home. Pressing two of my fingers to my head, I concentrated and felt the energy signatures of the abyssal order. I had to narrow down the numbers because they just loved to scatter around Mondstadt and lead their personal groups of Hilichurls and Mitachurls.

Thankfully I was able to use the Abyssal Herald I slew and Childe's own corruptive aura from his transformation as a perfect reference point to find the biggest group of them and lock onto their power signatures. Now with Venti here, we could essentially just disperse the storm barrier surrounding the lair.

But nah.

We weren't giving the enemy the chance to know of our presence.

We were going to surprise those assholes by popping into existence right when they're getting comfy then wiping them all out just before they even have the chance to retaliate. Its short, simple and to the point exactly the way I like it.

No need to make a big fuss or a theatric huge battle out of it.

…There! I sensed a huge congregation of corrupted energy signatures just Northeast of Mondstadt.

"Let the mission-" Tracing the energy signatures, I locked onto it, then in a blink of an eye the once homey setting of our home became a drearily dull and frigidly cold landscape of ruinous structures, grasslands and nature that have yet to be marred by man, and the surprised yelping and shrieks of the surrounding Abyss mages and Hilichurls that surrounded us.

"Intru-hurck!" And with Venti shooting an arrow through the neck of that Abyss Mage's throat, we were off to a great start.

"Quickly! Find Dvalin and eliminate all of the Abyssal Order's forces in the surrounding area!" Everyone leapt to action with the enemy wholly unprepared for the slaughter that came.

Once Jean unsheathed her blade, she was became a blur that cut a bloody swathe through the groups of enemies that began to herd around us. Blood and innards were spilt with each swing of her blade that traveled long distances with Anemo winds converging around it's tip. A raging wind surrounded the Lion of the South as she was on the prowl for the fiends that dared to threaten her pride, her nation.

Lisa's treatment of the enemy was…frightening. I've seen how she chained her Electro magic through all of her targets but her being to fry and electrocute a growing number of Hilichurls that totaled at around twenty. Lances of lightning kept straying out and swerved around her allies to strike their occupied foes. This gave many a chance to strike down their foe before moving onto the next and this only continued as my new Electro Librarian wife stayed stationary and tiredly yawned while the horrific screams of Hilichurls and Abyss mages filled the battlefield.

"Aw~, what a lovely lullaby. A shame that I can't lull myself to sleep now…" You're a scary woman, Lisa.

[Bad! Bad! Traitors to tribe! Breed and kill! Breed and KILL!] The primitive yelling of an axe wielding Mitachurl grew as it led a tribe of Hilichurls after Mita and Hili who grew further away from the group as they reveled in the chaos.

My Hilichurl and Mitachurl lovers met the charge head on with Hili riding atop the female Mitachurl's back with her spear at the ready. With a grunt, Mita held out her giant hand and once Hili jumped into her palm, she threw the Hilichurl directly at the larger opposing Mitachurl with astounding strength and speed. Hili might as well have been a bullet as she flew across the fields and penetrated the blade of her spear through the mask and skull of the enemy.

[Fire! Fire! Ahahahaha!] Then with a tight clench of her hands, the spear ignited and blew the upper half of the falling Mitachurl's corpse to smithereens. The death of their stronger brute left the other Hilichurls stunned before they got the remainder that Mita was still charging right at them with a massive great axe that seemed to immolate them with each body rending slash inflicted upon their scrawny forms.

[Weak! Weak! Weak meat! Weak males! Death to weak!] Mita growled in her language and angrily howled for more to come. I didn't have to worry, Irene was the one who made them those snazzy fire enchanted weapons and I did leave a clone to tend to them, train them, and fuck them during their stay in the Demiplane. So, they were far out of the league of these untrained Hilichurls. Now if they faced a Lawachurl then I would worry for them.

"Awooooooooo~!" Razor diligently controlled his Electro wolf constructs to join his hunt and savage the populace of daring Hilichurls and Abyssal Mages that dared to even enter Lisa's perimeter.

The sounds of blaring and heavy stomping of a machine began to advance to our location, and for once during our scuffle, Nion's eyes lit up with interest. Casually smacking a snickering Abyss Mage to the sky with her tail, she flew off and tackled the approaching operational Ruin Guard that wandered these ruins.

"Tch, she beat me to it…" Irene rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers in the direction of one Hilichurl that tried to jump her. The poor creature became enchanted by her magic and turned into a caterpillar that met its sad end at the bottom of Irene's foot.

Aether was currently off doing…something. I had no clue, but I didn't worry. She was basically overqualified for this area more than her canon counterpart. Her new abilities shaped her up to be able to singlehandedly clear this place out by her lonesome. The trail of dead bodies and blood that she left were too numerous to count as she had even outpaced Jean of all people.

And as for Paimon…

"Ahahahaha! Yes, fear Paimon! Flee and cower before Paimon! Paimon rules you! PAIMON OWNS YOU!" Blasts erupted from my mascot wife's hands as she disintegrated all that wandered in her path. Even with a low power level and being Half-Saiyan, she was still a considerable threat to these scrubs.

"I feel…like we should have a talk with her about this later…" I sweatdropped.

"Shush, dear, let her have her moment." Irene playfully pinched my cheeks while turning enchanting another Hilichurl with the form and personality of a bird that innocently flew off chirping a melodic tune.

W-Well, I guess teaching her to fire Ki blasts sure boosted her self-esteem, perhaps a tad much in her presentation but at least she was able to protect herself.

With an aim that struck true, Venti's marksmanship allowed him to snipe enemies from close by and afar. Not even the Hilichurls that struck us from kilometers away weren't safe from him. Being the god of winds, he basically had the power over just how far his arrows could reached and accurate they can by manipulating the wind currents surrounding his projectiles.

"I-I can barely sense him atop the tower!" He cried in panic, taking one arrow and stabbing it in the eye of a Hilichurl Berserker that tried to strike him from behind.

"That's definitely not good…" I clicked my tongue, catching a Mitachurl's axe with one hand before using the other to shoot its head off with a ki blast. "Those who can fly follow me while the rest deal with the enemies on the ground!"

"As you wish…" Irene shrugged then alongside Venti and Paimon followed me up to the old Storm God's tower where Dvalin was sure to likely be. Leaving the ground to the others wasn't worth worrying about since they were currently in the middle of dispatching the fourth set of reinforcements being sent their way.

Advancing towards the tower left us with the pretty fucking gruesome view of what the Abyss Order concocted for poor old Stormterror. The bastards were actually using the tower as a cage to entrap Dvalin and shackle him down. That wasn't the horrible part for you see, those shackles seemed to be for the express purpose of ensuring that he would escape the demented procedure of injecting the corrosive blood from the excavated fangs of a massive dragon, and knowing the story behind Dvalin's infliction, it more than certainly had to be Durin's.

"Those guys actually went to the heart of Dragonspine just to get that monster's fangs?" Venti paled.

"Those vile…jerks!" Paimon hissed. "Just look at how much pain that Dvalin is in!" If only the dragon could show pain, the large beast was limp and motionless as the abyssal mages that weren't preparing to shoot us down continued pumping more of their abyssal magicks into him. What were once pure blue scales were now dyed and drenched with purple pulsating venom that looked as if you'd get cursed just for being near him.

Corrupted bloodclots and jagged fangs from Durin's corpse were impaled into the creature's body, furthering the process of corruption.

It was sick and twisted to see one of the Four Winds like this. Makes me glad that I helped Andrius avoid this fate just the other day.

"Seems like the damage that they've done so far is beginning to stain his very soul." Irene nonchalantly added with a smile. "If releasing and subduing him was the sole goal of the mission, then the result would end in the dear dragon's soul forever being blemished by the magic of the void. The texts state of the effects of corrosion and with his soul so verily stained, then I can see no other possible resource that cou-."

"Irene…" I tiredly shook my head at my first wife.

"I'm just stating a possibility, beloved. Our chosen course of action was set before coming here right, Venti?" Irene flicked her wrist and summoned a barrier to defend the group from the onslaught of elemental missiles launched from below.

"…Yeah…" Venti nodded, his voice was steeled and oddly less resigned than before. Guess the alternative of having his buddy captured by me was way better than letting him suffer while free like this.

"Then lets get this over with…" I breathed out and mentally thought up of a plan…before getting interrupted.

I was not ready for the group of Abyss Heralds guarding the ground floor of the tower. I was ready to start firing back after narrowly avoiding an incoming combination of Hydro enhanced blasts of water and Cryo enhanced spears of ice. They didn't penetrate Irene's barriers but they were relentlessly keeping us in place while mid-air.

"Quick! Do not let the intruders interfere with the process. Kill them all and follow the Princess's order with your very lives! We will not fa-Hurck!" The leading Herald never got to finish as Aether (wow she was fast to get here!) beheaded it with her blade.

"W-What? Pr-Princes-?" The Frost Fall Herald never got to finish as Aether cleaved the monster in two right down the middle.

"No, don't be fooled that's the-AAaaugh!" One of the startled Wicked Torrent Heralds was bisected by the hip as Aether did not slow her massacre of the legion of Elite Abyssal soldiers.

"How dare you do commit this atrocity! I'll make you all pay for this!" Aha, looks like Aether's self-righteous protag was beginning to show as she went on a warpath against the skilled horde of Heralds. Good, while she's clearing things up from below, I'll just get this over with and capture Dvalin from above.

"Paimon, you go and provide support with Venti while Irene and I go to th-." I began but Venti insistently flew in my path with a stubborn glare.

"I'm not leaving Dvalin alone, Michael." His tone brokered no terms for argument. He was insistent at being by his friend's side and I could respect that. Besides, if the dragon breaks free from his restraints, then having Venti there to grasp his attention will be a great distraction for me to strike.

"Then change of plans, Irene would you-?" My scarlet haired wife winked and was already joining Aether unleashing untold havoc upon the enemies below with a maniacally laughing Paimon flying after her while blasting the Heralds with Ki blasts.

"Then, shall we?" I turned to Venti, who solemnly nodded and took aim with his bow. The Archon bard's arrows struck each target that resided in the ascending floors of the tower. No Abyssal mage or the stray Mitachurl was safe from the well-honed aim of a god who's sole profession these countless years was plucking the strings of his harp and now applying it to his bow. Venti's display of dexterity made me withhold from simply trying to snipe the little buggers away with Ki blasts as to avoid accidentally destroying the structure.

"Wow, they really expanded this whole place just to entrap him…" I blinked in wonder with just how much larger the tower was in comparison to the game. While I marveled at the architecture, Venti rushed through the top floor in a gale of wind to reach his fallen friend.

Floating a hair's breadth away from the suffering dragon. "Dvalin…" His tearful whimper turned to a sharp gasp as a venomous crackle of corruptive electricity jolted his body.

"Careful!" I extended my tail to pull my godly bard away from the apparent barrier. Yeesh, his hand was charred and smoking. "They really don't want anyone touching him."

"Of course, you fo-!" Without turning away from the imprisoned dragon, I just obliterated one of the sly abyss mages that hid during our assault with a flimsy ki blast. I was in no mood for monologues.

"This pain…!" Venti hissed in pain as a serene flow of winds gathered around the injury. Interesting, so he can channel healing through the Anemo like that. I'll get him to reveal that trick to me later. "I felt it only for a fraction and I can still feel its unbearable sting… Dvalin and Andrius is this how you felt when these aberrations clipped your wings and rend your fangs?"

I rolled my eyes and groaned. He needed to get out of this funk because the express purpose for even being here was to save his friend. I considered just snapping my fingers in front of his face until he was snapped out of it before an idea popped up into my head. Making a clone, I ordered him to lift Venti off into the air much to his indignation while I jumped off the side of the massive tower and almost into the one-sided massacre that my companions were subjecting the Abyss Heralds to. Calling forth my gifted [Heritage, my form shifted and grew massively until what counts as my human form became a giant, massive "FUCK YOU" dragon.

Okay, so at best I was a medium "FUCK YOU" dragon at 10 meters, but I still had the weight and height advantage over Dvalin's sleeker and narrowed body. I would have informed the whole vicinity of Stormterror's lair of my true form's presence with an obnoxious roar, but I had a job to do and being obnoxious can come later. With a beat of my wings, I blew away the grounded enemy forces and simultaneously leveled myself juuuust right in front of Dvalin's unresponsive form.

If our enemies weren't panicking with the appearance of my dragon form, then they became downright horrified once my enlarged shroud from my draconic form slipped through the archways and openings of the tower to engulf Dvalin. Sensing my clone and Venti behind me, I grunted, "Focus on eliminating the enemy. I'm not worried about them interrupting the binding process since I doubt they can hurt me, but they're bound to pull something with Dvalin as a last resort. Go."

Their wordless ascent and their added clamor to the destruction of our foes below eased my worries.

"Now…lets see how long it'll take you to submit to me…" I growled as I forced my Shroud to penetrate and destroy the cage and barrier surrounding the distressed dragon before engulfing the unresponsive creature in his entirety. I was not a man to discriminate against other races, whether you're a dragon, orc, elf, or even a barghest, I would claim your holes as mine and establish myself as the Dom.

Dvalin was no exception and I mentally decided that…I wanted to further cement my proof of said domination of the dragon by influencing my Shroud to make a couple of alterations. After one minute, I began to feel Dvalin's form stir within my shroud but before I could worry, Venti's cries from below stymied my worries, "You demons! I won't allow you to use Dvalin as your rabid attack dog anymore!"

Ah, so that was an attempt by the enemy to go berserk. Heh, it pays to have good help with repelling the nuisance enemies trying to turn the tables on us. Dvalin soon settled and never once stirred after that.

One minute passed and the once oppressive aura of the abyss order's corruption on the dragon began to fade away.

The second minute had all of the fangs and corruptive agents fall away from the dragon's back and to the bottom of the tower.

The third minute marked when Dvalin's form began to shrink in of itself.

Lastly, the fourth minute ended with me back in my human form lifting the nude and warm form of my newest Companion and potential wife, Dvalin or should I say-?

"Welcome to the family, Dvala."

[Dvalin (Tier 7) Captured – 120 credits

In my arms the ever-beautiful cerulean haired form of Dvalin in just human form, but a human female form. I didn't mind her being in the mood and doubted that the chilly winds could affect a creature that thrives in Anemo energy, but I still had the decency to will her new shroud into clothes. She was still basically recovering from the deep soul corruption so her will to resist was basically nonexistent by now.

"Y-You did it!" Venti rushed up the tower with everyone from the ground floor just to take in the sight of our acquired and "freed" target. Venti didn't even bat an eye that Dvalin was now a she, and joyously took her unconscious form into his arms with a hug.

"I'd say that this mission was a complete success, would you guys agree?" I looked to my approaching wives, who crowded around me.

"Paimon was awesome! She's never felt so ALIVE! Paimon now bays for the blood of the wicked, craves for the crushing of her enemies, and relishes the lamentation of their wome-!?" I chucked a juicy T-bone steak that one of my clones in the kitchen assisting Xiangling just made at Paimon, who scarfed it down in three bites. "H-Huh, what happened? Everything sort of went red for Paimon…"

"You're not you when you're hungry Paimon." Aether dryly remarked which got a chuckle out of me.

"She's right about that…" I snickered.

"Hey, what's so funny?" Paimon pouted.

"Oh, it's nothing dear…" Irene snatched my mascot wife from out of the air and pulled her into her motherly bosom. She turned to me with a delighted smile while Paimon lazily allowed herself to suffocate in marshmallow hell. "So beloved how satisfied were you with this rousing success?"

"I…" I sensed around the area to detect any surprises, any last-minute enemies who wanted to pop in and make this victory bittersweet. But nothing happened or seemed to be happening other than my retinue cleaning up the mess below. No traces of the Abyss Order's corruptive energy signatures nor the rowdy Hilichurl forces remained. Everyone had played their role perfectly in dismantling the large forces that congregated in this area.

The only thing that was a threat to us were the repelling wind seals that surrounded Stormterror's lair and we could just have Venti clear it away at our leisure.

We had won in not even…

I took out my Company phone and blinked in surprise. Wow, we had cleared this entire place out in just under 13 minutes. That was faster than I expected…

…Huh.

The saiyan part of me that thought of how unfulfilling this whole thing was with a lack of a challenge but looking at it all. We accomplished all that we set out to do with minimal casualties and damage to the world outside the wind sealed barrier surrounding the lair.

"It was perfect." I nodded to myself with a smile. "And this basically confirms that we're WAY too strong for this world. All of us." I looked to Aether and Irene. "So after we deal with the Harbingers at home, lets take it easy for a while as everything cools over."

"That sounds lovely…" Irene giggled.

"FOOD! Give Paimon more food!" Mysteriously finding the air to breath, Paimon began changing in betwixt Irene's breasts.

"You do know that you could just teleport home and ask either Xiangling or my clones to make you any-."

POP!*

And like that Paimon returned to the Demiplane.

Sighing, Aether just shook her head. "If its all the same with you, I'd rather enjoy a nice break. Lets gather the others before we move on." Aether casted Venti and the unconscious Dvala a saddened/guilty look. "Though if its not too much trouble, can we discuss-?"

I pulled my blonde traveler wife into a side hug. "You don't even have to ask. Just let me deal with Scaramouche really quick for five years, then we can begin talking about your…twin tomorrow."

"Hoh? Already eager to enter the Hyperbolic Time Chamber again, beloved? What happened to taking it easy?" teased Irene as she tittered and pinched my arm.

"Sue me. Training is basically stress relief for a saiyan like me, plus it'll give me a chance to check up on the others." I am very worried about Imoya and Chieri being alone in that room together. The fact that I haven't felt it through their shrouds or got an alert of their deaths from Warranty Plan did assuage my worries but I still want to see just how well they're faring.

I turned to Aether with a heartfelt smile and nodded. "That is…if you want to join me again. The both of you, I can more than make time for-."

"Its fine, Michael. Go enjoy yourself." Aether, the sweetheart, shook her head and leaned in to kiss my cheek. "After a year in there, I'm not in a rush to go back. Besides, I'm waiting a whole day for you to come back so I won't miss you for long. Until then I'll just go around and help the knights of Favonius."

"And I share the same sentiment." Irene chimed in and wrapped an arm around mine. "Besides, I just saw a nonoperational Ruin Guard nearby and I am just dying to add that with Nion's capture of the active one below. So take your time, darling."

"Heh, looks like we'll be busy before we can relax." I chuckled. "Okay, lets start packing it up and go ho-."

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzt!* *Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt!*

Huh, my phone? Unlocking it, I pulled down the notifications tab to see that Exit Stage Left was filled to 100%. It was a pleasant surprise, but I wondered why the essential end of the Mondstadt arc's Archon Quest filled it all the way up. Of course, the stations of canon were all the way fucked up with three of the Fatui Harbingers in my home, captured and imprisoned.

Meh, I should just appreciate all of the effort taken to even get it to 100%. Hopefully the next world will be one that will yield just as much results as this on-!

My finger paused once I clicked the "Jump to the next world" tab. Underneath the Tier 6 world of Genshin Impact that we were currently on was our next "predetermined" world to jump to. Taking a long look at it, I took a deep breath and let my shoulders fall.

"Um…Michael? Are you alright?" Aether frowned and walked up beside me and Irene, who silently observed my reaction and patiently waited for an explanation for my…reaction.

Sheepishly, I scratched the side of my head and groaned. "So…I'm probably going to have to push back our plans for two days, Aether…"

I was going to at least need Super Saiyan 4 for this next world amongst a whole lot of planning.

AN: And that's it for the Stormterror Lair raid. It was as anti-climatic as it read itself to be. Again, the SI and his retinue was basically too overpowered for it and so I just chose to cut to the chase. Aether's twin had the right idea of not sticking around lest the Abyss Order's plans would have gone up in smoke at the beginning. Now as for the next world, I'll leave that choice to you guys with the polls above. Be sure to chose the next world that you would like and I hope that you all have a lovely day!

I'm out so Peace Out and have a lovely day.