Unlimited Immersive (lol) Gameplay 2 (DC Universe with Modded Skyrim SI)

"Are we there yet?" Layla, my cute red-head Kryptonian child, continued nudging my side with her growing strength, that was still doing 0 damage, for the seventh time this day.

"Clearly not. What's wrong? Bored with the games already?" I turned my face to the side to look at her, while sneaking some glances on the vast expanse of space in front of us as I sat in the pilot seat.

The back-up ship I took from Abin Sur's larger vessel was small but durable, easy to pilot with a relatively advanced navigation system. The perfect ship for a paranoid Green Lantern that was afraid of the day that some prophecy, about his ring failing him in a critical moment, would come true.

"Those games were stupid!"

"Only because you keep losing!"

Her brother Jur-Soh, or Josh for short, immediately interjected with a smug look while keeping the "winning board" for the famous Krypton family game on display from the handheld liquid geo computer.

"Because you keep cheating!"

"It's not cheating. I just outplayed you… casual."

"Daddy! Josh is being a dummy and calling me names!"

"I am simply stating fact you lower level intellect. You sure you wanna be a mage?"

"Layla, Josh, it's rude to call each other names when you're not in pre-combat boasting or in-combat banter. Both of which, are foolish." I admonished them both and reminded them of what happened to those that did boast like that, namely, my boss music started playing and I killed them like mobs.

I gathered the two kids around me so that I could teach them a few life lessons.

"Josh, you can't insult someone's intelligence unless they really, really deserve it. Does your sister, who you love very much, and who loves you in return, really deserve being called a "lower-level intellect"?"

"...No."

"Exactly. If you want to be a complete and wise warrior in the future, you must know the right words to say to both allies, which includes your family, and your enemies, who are more deserving of the insults. Also, anything phrase that can be equated with calling yourself a "supreme level intellect" is just asking for the world to kick you down a peg. Never be the generic arrogant "genius" character. It never ends well."

"Mmm…"

"Do you understand what daddy said?"

"O-of course I understood what father said!"

His attempts to not sound "childish" by not calling me "daddy" was cute considering his age. It has been difficult to dissuade him from trying to not act his age after he prided himself from scoring the best among his siblings in the Kryptonian education modules stored in the crystals I acquired during my stay.

Due to Kryptonian minds being advanced in comparison to other races, his knowledge and grasp of scientific concepts had far surpassed my own when I was just a normal human, upon finishing the first year Kryptonian education module stored in one of the crystals.

My current self was capable of keeping up with a significant amount of effort and time on my part, and while I was ahead of them, it wouldn't be long before they outpace me in terms of advanced knowledge. Especially when they get exposed to yellow sun radiation for a prolonged period of time.

"Uh-huh, wonderful, so you can deduce what I'm going to ask you to do next, right?"

His "superior" intellect allowed him to identify what I was challenging him to do, my son swallowed his pride and turned to his sister, "... Sorry Layla."

"It's alright, I'm sorry for getting so worked up too. You won fair and square, I shouldn't have called you a cheat… don't think you'll win next time though!" Layla apologized and issued a challenged at the same time.

I'm getting worried for her. At this rate, she might end up growing to be a tsundere. What if she falls for some "hero" or anti-hero? Will I need to get out my Daedric Warhammer and smash the little shit for eventually cheating on my daughter or for hurting her under mind-control?

No matter my reasons, that certainly wouldn't go well in court.

Shelving those thoughts for the moment, I went ahead and gave Layla a few lessons on why she shouldn't take insults to heart, not give into taunts or be a sore loser… et cetera.

"Mmm…" My little blonde space angel stirred from her sleep in my lap.

"Gabriel, are you awake? Did daddy wake you up from all the talking?" I asked her gently.

She giggled a little, "No. I wasn't really asleep. Just… hawaaa… resting my eyes."

Adjusting her position, she turned around to hug my stomach, that was unfortunately not very hug-gable considering how much muscle was packed into it.

I caressed her head and back lovingly with one hand as I continued piloting the ship in peace.

A few hours later, the kids were starting to get rowdy due to "feeling strange", and going through some measure of pain. I had to spam casting "calm" inducing spells and restoration spells until they were able to deal with it.

Turns out the saturation of stellar radiation of the Solar System's yellow sun had reached the point where the super senses began developing. Luckily, magic had its uses, the continuous casting had actually helped them gain control of their emotions and physical senses quicker than I anticipated.

"Does anyone think it's weird that I can hear things through space when sound shouldn't be travelling this far out?"

"Josh, try not to think about it. You might just cause the world to glitch out."

There are way too many Superman powers that don't make a whole lot of sense.

Surprisingly, we made it down to Earth without running into any complications at all.

We weren't accosted by some alien entity intending to kill us, our ship wasn't hit by some random asteroid nor did it face an unexpected malfunction, the cloaking device hadn't failed and the human authorities didn't even notice our arrival… and most importantly, I didn't wake up in a wagon on the way to whatever country is this world's equivalent to Marvel Canada.

I wouldn't be surprised if the Greek gods or other entities had noticed my arrival, but they wouldn't kick start anything until I make world changing waves.

Or until Kal-El, Superman, starts to save people publicly. The "Superman Theory" (or plot) as discussed in the Watchmen sequel/DC crossover story, Doomsday Clock, would start to become true from a meta point of view (and at a limited scope, in universe) when that happens.

My first course of action was to break the ship into components and materials, then stored it in my inventory for future use. I don't have a need for it, and I wouldn't want anyone to get their hands on it either.

Besides... with a bit more studying I should be able to create my own starship, one that would be based on Kryptonian technology and whatever technology I can get my hands on. It's no big loss.

My children and I spent about a week travelling across many countries (mostly relying on my super speed since it's too dangerous for them to train themselves up now), performing a couple of side quests, gathering funds by selling my endless supply of jewelry (AddItemMenu mod ftw!) and showing my kids the beauty of Earth.

It's good to be home, at least, it was close enough to home to count.

The Dragonborn part of me still yearned for his home, Skyrim, however.

It was only natural, after all, I was more than just the player behind the screen. My life as "Vadim", the Dragonborn, was just as real to me.

Every single act that I controlled "Vadim" to perform in Skyrim was reflected in his life experiences, re-contextualized and adapted as if it were all real.

From when I woke up in that wagon, to slaying my first dragon, becoming thane of all holds, slaying Alduin and forcing Miraak to submit to my will then fighting together to force Hermaeus Mora back (best alternate ending mod I got other than the Paarthurnax dilemma) and many more life experiences that encompassed my entire playtime… to me, it was just as real as my life as a normal human.

Was it fake? Even if it was, would it even matter?

So long as I make something real out of it, my actions would have a far greater value than the "true", intrinsic value of my circumstances.

Though I act closer to my human self most of the time, being thrown into familiar situations like questing, unreasonable jail sentences, killing bandits (space pirates work too) and tavern drinking contests bring out the Dragonborn in me.

"Hand over your stuff! Wouldn't want to make a mess of things in front of your kids, now would we?"

Speaking of bandits, there's this sad sack here that thinks he can actually do something to me, and to my super-powered kids too.

Strictly speaking, he wasn't really a bandit, he was probably just a robber that we encountered as we were crossing over to Europe from Asia.

My children could only look at this sad sack like he was the most pitiful thing on the planet.

"Daddy, does he count as "free EXP"?" Layla asked while pointing at the small bag of EXP in front of us.

"Uh… kids, let's put killing bandits on the "when you're older" list, okay? You can just level up by hitting each other with my legendary iron daggers later."

Now that they were under the yellow sun, they should be able to survive getting cut by one of my "normal" iron daggers, that when upgraded, was capable of slicing through alien metal and flesh like a hot knife through butter due to it's high attack value.

The mugger didn't really understand what I was saying since I was speaking English (not the Kryptonian language) to them, and in this region, knowledge of the English language was rather sparse.

That said, I could understood what he was saying thanks to the subtitles.

After he got pissed at us ignoring him, he suddenly changed his intentions to sell my kids into slavery, which was... really abrupt. In any case...

It made me angry that my children had to be exposed to human evil so young!

"FUS!"

Oh shit! He was blown into pieces!

I accidentally forgot to blast him the "game" way and did it the "normal" way out of anger.

While some of my options were rather rigid and set in game mechanics, when it came to using Shouts, working with technology or speaking with people, I could perform all those tasks the "normal" way that works with reality.

Which also meant that the results of those actions would reflect accurately in reality as well…

Naturally, even a single word of power was enough to utterly annihilate a human, and a large chunk of the environment behind the body.

"WHOA! I wanna learn the Thu'um too!" "Daddy's so… awesome!" "Go daddy…!"

Oh no, my kids are learning to be merciless to bandits! I have to set them straight! No killing bandits until they're old enough to drink!

Eventually, we made it to the country that would be our home for the foreseeable future.

It was easy enough for me to use a combination of magic, speech-craft and Kryptonian tech in order to forge new identities for us, then use the funds I gathered over our short journey to fill up our bank accounts.

"Vadim Kultiid... that's the first time I've heard of such a family name."

"Just continuing the family tradition of expanding the world's number of unique last names, ma'am."

The family of self-inserts and OC's, that is. I'm well aware that it's a stupid ass name, one that only serves to increase one's "speshul-ness" in a world of colorful characters, but I went with it anyways as I took some pride in being the Dragonborn.

That is to say, one whose dragon soul is a gift of Akatosh, a Dovah without wings and scales. A child of Akatosh, who is "Time" itself.

Naturally, I would need a last name that is a bit on the nose for when I start dropping lore relevant details for my backstory. I wonder what kind of deductions would Batman and Question make when they learn my last name stands for "Son of Time"?

After scouting the land for a place to build our home, I began to spam access to the AddItemMenu options, and duplicated the materials I would work with.

I essentially had infinite resources, although it was limited to anything things that could be held in my hand, equipped, or count as a key item.

They were also limited to items from my Skyrim playtime, and while I could begin duplicating the items of this universe, I would actually need to acquire them, and if they were "complicated items"... I would need to understand them thoroughly before I could do so. Combined with my inability to store large and complicated technologies that composed of more than 5 "parts", I wouldn't be able to mass produce super weapons and structures at the drop of the hat.

"Well kids... Welcome to Iceland! Now, let's get started with building our home!"

We would be starting our new lives in the world's most peaceful country.

It would be the perfect place for my kids to start working on "beginner" level quests, hone their abilities and for us to spend quality family time.