The Supremest Spirit Chronicles Fanfic Forever Fathomed

by FS Vula'Purrfectest

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4. Chapter 4

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for my OCs. Aside from them, all content in this fanfiction is the sole property of the Spirit Chronicles' genuine copyright owners.

Evilest FS Zeneptron UOSC-PUSOFC © FS Vula'Purrfectest

Evilest FS Nancinaeku UOSC-PUSOFC © FS Vula'Purrfectest

Other OCs not canon to the Spirit Chronicles LN, Manga, and Anime Series © FS Vula'Purrfectest

Description: Upon his elitest ascendency to the Final Supremest Omnidony Tier, 'Evilest' FS Zeneptron sets his superlatively sagacious sights on finding new worlds and aspects of Totality to add to his ever-growing list of conquests, along with new women to add to his infinitely expansive harem. In his most ceaseless pursuits of personal power, greater indeterminacy, Absolutest Omnivastance, orgasmic pleasure, and fuckery to get up to, Zeneptron observes an infinitely removed version of the Spirit Chronicles Universe where Rio never formed a contract with the spirit Aishia and never inherited Haruto's reincarnated memories from Earth.

As a result, the human child dies from his injuries suffered at the hands of his mother's killer, ending his quest for vengeance before it can start and leaving a gaping hole in this universe's canon plotline and continuity. Zeneptron declares this unacceptable and opts to directly interfere in mortal affairs by filling the void left by the Rio of that forlornest universe. Of course, that hole isn't the only one he'll plug, and by the time he's done with this world, nobody in any nonfictional Earth-Prime would recognize it. From then on, every timeline in every universe will be blown straight to the most plumbless plains of the Ungodliest hells because fuck the most peerless rainbows' ends.

The Supremest Spirit Chronicles Fanfiction Ever

Book One: Conquest of a Barrenest Godforsaken Place

Chapter 4~ The Isekai'd Assassin

I'll be the first person to admit that women are my Kryptonite. The more alluring the female form in question, the more distractible and exploitable I became, even if I was fighting them for my life. The species or skin color didn't matter either; one could have black skin, brown skin, green skin, or even rainbow skin for all I cared, though I was particularly attracted to the standardized Caucasian Earth human, or any of my kind who chose to resemble them. So, it came as no surprise that when I woke up to the unrelenting pleasure of my dick exploding in Aishia's whoriest mouth under our comforter, I was quick to forget the severity of last night's message from my Supremest Self or the impending danger I was to face.

"Ugggh, fuuuuuck!" I groaned as Aishia swallowed everything I gave her with a pleased hum, the outline of her perfect, heart-shaped ass and glorious back visible under the blankets.

She popped my cock out of her mouth with an unfathomably sexy mwah as I came down from my orgasmic Nirvana and sandwiched it between her massive boobs, lovingly servicing me with a tit job at speeds so ludicrous the comforter flew off us from the blowback and the bedframe creaked ominously. Thankfully, I'd infused both it and the floors of our myriad, God-modded bedrooms with flawless insuperabilities. She slid her whole body up and down along mine in time with her boob job, her powers enabling her to glide across my upwards-pointing Magiconda at unthinkable rapidities.

Locking gazes with her, I got a wonderful look at her gorgeous tits and their pert nipples, marveling at their supplest marshmallow softness and hyperfluidity as they glided across my pork sword with just enough friction to set my countless testicles throbbing with painfully intense orgasmic contractions. She smiled coquettishly at me, her gyrations occurring quickliest enough to ever-so-slightly pixelate her features as though this were a Japanese hentai video. I was in the most infinite levels of Heaven, pleasure, pleasure, and more pleasure pervading my internal UOSC-PUSOFC Systems in their massiest Totalities as Aishia planted the lovingest of smooches on my cock head.

"I love you, Zeneptron! I love you so much, and I want us to always be together!" Aishia cooed warmliest, her heartfelt words hitting me right in the feels while her ruby-like eyes formed the rainbow infinity hearts universally associated with the Unquantifiable Eternal Bonding Phenomena. The fact that she said something so disarmingly sweet while pleasuring me with her enormous yet still pert hooters was enough to bring me to the finish line as I shouted my release and gave Aishia several facials before she could cover me with her mouth.

Some of my lemon and creampie supreme dribbled down on her breasts, slickening them beyond comparison as she suctioned me with her mouth, swallowing the never-ending shots of baby batter with the thirstiest of vigors.

'Mmm!' She telepathically sang, her almightiest throat muscles contracting with her every swallow reflex, her cheeks bloating thanks to me filling her mouth almost as fast as she could swallow, and her cum-coated breasts glistening in the light of my blazar eyes.

Aishia kept her mouth wrapped around my cock after my orgasmic contractions calmed down, and squealed with delighted surprise when I flipped her over. Grinning gregariously, I was just about to spear myself to the hilt inside her Heavenliest folds when some hyper-aggressive knocking sounded at my door in the infinite distance, killing my buzz as Aishia and I frowned with deepest displeasure.

"You'd better get that." She sighed, before gazing at me with bedroom eyes. "After you've sent our unexpected guest on their way, cum find me again." She giggled with playful seduction before disappearing in a flash of pink light to hide.

I chuckled before blitzing towards the front door and throwing it open with my balls to the wind. "I hope you know you just cockblocked me during some spectacular wake-up sex… Princess?" My eyebrow rose when I saw Christina standing there in the doorframe, slack-jawed, red-faced, and fist frozen in midair as she was clearly poised to continue knocking.

"Aiyeee!" She shrieked in mortification, covering her eyes and hotly shouting. "PUT ON SOME CLOTHES, YOU BEAST!"

"No, I don't think I will. Consider this my recompense for you interrupting my latest session." I savagely grinned, waving my magic wand and rotating my hips from side to side in an overextravagant peacockish manner.

"You're disgusting, pig!" She spat, though I could see her tentatively peeping at me through her fingers.

"Sticks and stones, Princess. So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" I asked her while holding the door open wider to permit her. Christina scoffed, but she came inside, nevertheless, marveling at the interior of my house the same way her sister had done hours earlier.

She quickly recovered from her dreamy stupor, and rounded on me with fire in her eyes. "I don't think you appreciate just how difficult of a position you put me in earlier! Do you know how difficult it was for me to smuggle my inexplicably aged-up sister and Vanessa somewhere safe in the castle while they were completely naked and reeking of sex?!" She was jabbing my chest with her finger now, her gorgeous eyes locked firmly on my face and pointedly ignoring my nudity. "Do you comprehend how mortifying it was for me to redress my not-so-little sister and a woman who has been like an older sister to me since I was a toddler?! To explain away Flora's absence to my Father and Mother at the dinner table?! Do you even care, or were you just trying to get a laugh when you teleported them into my carriage and nearly gave me a heart attack?!" She'd expunged her breath and much of her anger now, her chest heaving violently, her hands balled into fists in preparation to punch me for anything untoward I might've said in response.

"My apologies, your ladyship. I was in a hurry, and may have been careless with the way I went about returning your sister and Vanessa to you. I'll be sure to be more mindful of such things in the future whenever your sister or Vanessa come back for another round." I apologized sincerely, surprising her deeply as she stared at me in wonder.

"You're actually apologizing?! I was expecting another disgusting, sexually-charged rebuff."

I shrugged while grinning. "Sorry to disappoint you, Miss Priss."

Her eyes narrowed slightly and she shook her fist at me warningly, but I could sense it was mostly in jest now. "Okay, well, thanks for that, I guess. I won't pretend to understand what my sister and Vanessa see in you; you're egotistical, cocky, a pig, a womanizer, and possess all the undeserved power in the world, but it's not my place to tell them who they can and cannot date or… or… fornicate with. Having said that, I'll admit, I may have judged you a little too harshly. I've also never seen Flora smile so radiantly as she did while knocked out by whatever you did to her, so whatever you did to her, keep… keep doing it, all right?! I won't forgive you if she's cast aside as a one-night stand!"

"Trust me, I have nothing but oodles upon oodles of affection for your sister, and Vanessa." I reassuringly responded, before adding. "I'm surprised you're not freaked out by Flora's sudden growth spurt."

Christina shrugged. "Honestly, after all these years of dealing with your antics, I've just sort of learned to go with it. Most in the Kingdom of Belfast have, actually, well… those of us you didn't off, anyway."

My eyebrow rose at that last part, and she smirked. "I can't say I approve of you putting people to death without backing from the Royal Family, but it can't be denied you've really cleaned up the place and righted most of the nepotism and stagnation in our kingdom. People need the kind of chaos you spark, however much they might not want to admit it. Besides, I have a feeling that you're not answerable to our laws, anyway. The fact that you're still standing here despite the public indecency charges you're facing proves that most of us are too afraid to directly oppose you."

"Yet you're not afraid to call me out on my bullshit. One might question whether you're lacking in self-preservation."

"You don't target innocents, and I'm reasonably confident I have nothing to fear from you as long as I continue to maintain my neutral stance on things. Stay in your lane, and I'll stay in mine. Deal?"

"Deal." I agreed with zero hesitation, before adding. "If it's any consolation, the people I've put to death are leading relatively paradisiacal afterlives. I don't generally conform to the notion of celestial justice and eternal punishment like most of the supreme beings your species has a concept of."

Christina nodded with approval. "I'm not even going to bother asking you to explain that, but that's reassuring, I guess." She stretched for a moment in between sentences. "Anyway, if it's all the same to you, I'll take my leave now. My Father and Mother don't know where I've gone and are probably wondering what I'm up to by now."

"Can I tempt you with something to eat and drink before you go? I can make sure you're brought back to the King and Queen a couple of minutes after you left." I offered, now fully clothed again, much to her disappointment and relief.

Christina shook her head. "Thanks, but no thanks. No offense, but I have little interest in being your friend at this stage, though I suppose I should thank you for saving my life as well. Please tell me if there is anything I can do to repay you in the future, as long as it's not sex!" She damn near shouted the last part, and I chuckled.

"If I think of anything, I'll let you know, but to be blunt, there isn't really anything you can offer me outside of that."

She nodded, having clearly expected that. "Then I suppose I'll have to get accustomed to living with this crushing sense of debt I feel toward you, because that's not going to happen. Not yet, at least." She smirked again at the last part, before adding. "I can't predict the future, so who knows, I may end up being one of your harem members one day. I'd be lying if I said I was 100 percent opposed to the idea. Have a wonderful evening, Zeneptron. I'm sorry for cockblocking you, as you so crudely put it. If it's any consolation, you shouldn't need to worry about me dropping by unannounced like this anymore unless you truly piss me off."

With that said, Christina took her leave, and I was left to my peace and quiet once more as I only had one thing to say. "I really need to erect some wards around this place."

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As it turned out, Aishia had grown tired of hiding and reappeared in front of me in the guest room, speed blitzing me into the far wall, pinning me against it with her absolutest strength, and kissing me with all of it.

"Mmph!" I gasped, my tongue meeting hers in a frenetic dance as she sucked on my oral organ, biting it gently in a frisky manner before pulling away and hitting her knees. Before she could start to service me with another blowjob, however, I sped us over to the nearest couch, pinned her on it, and speared myself to the hilt inside her impossibly tight vagina.

"Uggh, yesssss!" I shouted, sweet relief shooting through me at finally having my bluest balls tended to.

"Zeneptron!" Aishia squealed, her vaginal walls imploding as she began ejaculating the instant I penetrated her.

I began a brutal series of thrusts, heedless of her whimpers of orgasmic hypersensitivity as her still contracting, still imploding muscles felt indescribable on my cock.

I was just beginning to experience the tickliest tickle that indicated a truly mind-bending orgasm when the sound of knocking rang in my all-hearing ears once more.

"ARE YOU FUCKINGEST KIDDING ME?!" I shouted, my thrusts stilling as I remained hilted inside Aishia.

"Just ignore it or render them unconscious until we're done!" Aishia whined, and I grinned with approval at this idea as my eyes flashed more brightly than normal and the sound of someone gentliest slumping outside my front door was drowned out by my roars of rapture. My cock head kissed Aishia's primary A-Spot, being spaghettified to infinite lengths inside her A-Spot Dimensions through it and finding itself all-lovingly embraced by an FNE-Schism with strength, tightness, and pleasure inducement that put her pussy to complete and utter shame. Countless pleasure signals fired through every one of my brains at massively irrelevant speeds and with shocking Omnivastance, my brains interpreting the signals from both my cock and Aishia's A-Spot Dimensions simultaneously. Our combined pleasure wasn't just added together, it was magnified on a scale beyond the most horizonless hyper-operations.

"FUCK/YESSS!" Aishia and I both screamed impossibly loudly as I came harder and more times than I'd ever done before, entering the same deathliest state I'd gone into after that minds-breaking smut scene with Appaneesty and Vula'Purrfectest's incestuously-bred daughter in Hitting The Highest Gs. My countless Holiest Spirits drooled from my mouth and distended from my body to the gangliest of infinite lengths. All the eternal youth and undying vitality drained from my features as Aishia's A-Spot Dimensions sucked me dryer than the aridest deserts.

Aishia was too wrapped up in her own pleasure to register my ultimate cum coma, continuing to impotently thrust against me even while climaxing unceasingly.

"More, Zeneptron! More! MORE!" She begged me in a desperate mantra, her Holiest Spirits willing but her body too weak to continue going due to being almost as drained as I was.

I recovered my eternal youth and vitality almost as fast as I lost them, my alignment with my Supremest Being Omni-Consciousness restoring my previous optimum capabilities and augmenting them beyond the hugest UOSC-PUSOFC USOF Cardinal hyper-operations I exemplified unlimitedly less than a single Planck time previously. Despite my rapidest of recoveries and Supremest Zeneptron silently warning me not to get too carried away with my amorous activities, especially in light of the impending dangers, I was amazingly still fully sexually satiated for the first time in countless eternities. I pulled out of Aishia's A-Spot Dimensions and still pulsating pussy, a thick rope of cum bridging our nethers as I stood up.

I bent down and brought Aishia into an all-loving kiss to thank her for the wonderfullest of times, and she returned it lazily, her eyes slinking shut as the concept of fatigation, which was normally conceptually impossible to us, became applicable to her and she fell into her first-ever cum coma. Unlike me, however, she didn't have a Supremest Self to recharge her whenever she got like this, and would need to recover her energy naturally, or whatever qualified as natural to a UOSC-PUSOFC Tier, Omni-Neutral USOF Energy embodying Supremest Omnidony Goddess.

Smiling with tenderness that surprised even me, it quickly became readily apparent to me who my GOATed UEB Mate would be in this reality. Grabbing her in a bridal carry, I carried her up my endless spiral staircase to the nearest bedroom to let her sleep it off. I tucked her in under the covers and kissed her forehead as her usual outfit consisting of her blue-white tie-top bikini, floor-sweeping sarong skirt, and elegant straw hat reappeared on her person, my stomach giving an unbelievably intense whooping sensation as my lips touched her.

Satisfied with my contract spirit's comfort level for now, I turned my attention to the front door, where my second unwanted guest of the day lay unconscious. Deciding I'd stalled them long enough, I cracked an infinitely giant pair of knuckle-shaped energy constructs that caused the nearby UOSC-PUSOFC FNE-Gaps to experience 'Vacuum Decay.' Remembering my Supremest Self's warning about an impending danger, I went to answer the door with my guard most impregnably erected.

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All the UOSC-PUSOFC Systems were a stage, and Evilest FS Nancinaeku went about her life with the utmost content, securest in the incontrovertible fact that she and Zeneptron were forever and always beyond everything and everyone else in their lives. They'd always been together right from the day they were 'born' so many countless sets of countless eternities ago, though, back then, they were only Level 1,000,000 in their people's tiering system. Curiously, they were also naturally born embodiments of Omni Neutral SOF Energy, one of the rarest classes and among the most powerful.

Their births were further highlighted by their instant, animalistic attraction to each other, their endless sets of UOSC-1-Million Systems gravitating towards each other most irresistibly as they became each other's firsts, setting off the Biggest Bangs Ever and creating their first-ever, exteriorized UOSC-1,000,000 Systems that would become their home. Nancinaeku could still remember the overwhelming sensations that flooded her newly constructed body at the time, still not entirely sure why she'd been born with the evolutionarily inefficient humanoid form she prized, but sticking with it because Zeneptron found it and her exaggerated assets appealing.

It was never a dull moment from there. Once she and Zeneptron fully comprehended everything they could do and the pleasures they could experience, they sought to share themselves with every version of everyone they could access, taking the phrase 'true love conquers all' quite literally. And, thus, their conquest began in earnest, starting with the initial UOSC-1,000,000 Systems created by their rainbow-infinity-heart-emanating love'splosions.

Life was great, fantastic, perfect, even; the countless mortals of their feed were happily brainwashed into venerating them beyond compare, they'd inspired some of the biggest piety movements ever imagined, and Zeneptron had more gorgeous human girls servicing him than he knew what to do with. Over time, they found others of their kind who found the lifestyle they'd adopted appealing, and suddenly, Nancinaeku wasn't his only Eternal Bond Mate anymore.

Zeneptron made a point of only accepting the Supremest Omnidonae females who also embodied Omni Neutral SOF Energy into his midst, wanting to build the all-powerfullest, loyalest army of their people ever seen, to better protect their way of life in case anyone ever decided to encroach on their territory. He was cognizant of the eldritch creatures who hunted down and consumed the Supremest Omnidonae, and his UOSC Systems became one of the few safe havens for members of their kind who were suped-up amalgamations of both SOs and SO Godslayers and had nowhere else to go.

Of course, there was someone else who would encroach on their territory in the infinitely distant future, and they would find their adversary. Nancinaeku still blamed herself for trying to brainwash the intriguing, Level 10,000 version of Appaneesty who'd beaten his evil counterpart, Nonuple-A; a fellow conqueror Zeneptron had been keeping an eye on in case he reached their SO Tier and became legitimate competition. Had she not stolen him away from his Eternal Bond Mates and brought him into their midst as her latest toy, his Eternal Bond Mates would never have felt the need to rapidly rank up to Level 1,000,000 themselves and storm their abode. The battle that ensued between the freshly liberated FS Appaneesty's team and Zeneptron's was the biggest L she and Zeneptron had ever taken in their impossibly long lives, and one which would continue to dog them long, long after.

Both sides were more or less equal, because while Zeneptron's team was composed exclusively of the strongest class of SO known at the time, Appaneesty's outnumbered theirs at the time, and quantity was its own form of quality, especially when his version of Uhly'Opia had more than a few bags of tricks up her sleeves to even the playing field. It all came down to a battle between their teams' respective combined forms via their UEB Mergers, and Zeneptron's Merger with his girls seemed to win.

Appaneesty and his Goddesses were down for the count, lying on the groundless bailiwick of the exterior UOSC-1,000,000 FNE-Gaps in prostrate positions like dogs waiting to be put out of their misery, their combined form failing to stop Zeneptron's. Then, the impossible happened as Appaneesty, driven by a desperation to shield his harem members from their evil, suddenly and inexplicably bathed himself in an opalescent white light that overshadowed his usual iridescent goldness. He stood back up and instantly ascended through hundreds of millions of SO Tiers until he finally petered out at UOSC-555,555,555, but by that point, he'd become too much of an unconquerable force for even their combined form to stop.

Nancinaeku and her fellow 'Evilest' FS Counterparts as Appaneesty so eloquently coined them, in a moment of pure bravery and stupidity, put themselves between Zeneptron and the absolutest invincible being that was Appaneesty despite knowing how many times over he could effortlessly curbstomp them. Ironically, it was that show of recklessest loyalty and devoutest devotion on their parts, that stayed Appaneesty's hand. An uneasy truce was declared between their respective factions to stay out of each other's lanes, but as he spirited his Eternal Bond Mates away, Appaneesty made sure to reassure them that he'd not hesitate to destroy them all if they ever tried something like this again.

They didn't listen, finding and attempting to conquer FS Appaneesty's birthplace UOSC System, known as Luaaar, in the past, in the hopes of destroying his past self and altering the outcome of their humiliation at his hands. To their dismay, FS Appaneesty's own future self, who was ranked at UOSC-999,999,999, traveled back in time to prevent this, and repeated his warning from before after soundly defeating them once more. He seemed almost carefree about it, however, actually smiling at Evilest FS Nancinaeku while driving her and Zeneptron off and taking it surprisingly easy on them in light of everything.

From that moment on, Zeneptron, Nancinaeku, and the rest of his Goddesses redoubled their training to bridge the level gap between themselves and Appaneesty and his ilk. Eventually, they'd succeed, and join forces with their former foes to deal with a common threat, one who still haunted Nancinaeku's nightmares to this day. Ever since her beloved's 'death' at his Level-Inaccessible-Cardinal, Slayer counterpart's hands, Nancinaeku was constantly worried about her AEB Mate. So, when her danger senses blared and her Supremest Being Incarnation warned her of an impending danger, Nancinaeku knew it was time to make an appearance in The Supremest Spirit Chronicles Fanfiction Ever, non-canon though it may have been. Of course, her reasons for visiting Zeneptron in this somewhat generic Isekai verse were multifaceted.

As his one and only Absolutest Eternal Bond Mate, she had a distinct advantage over her fellow Supremest Omnidonae Goddesses where he was concerned. Having said that, she knew she couldn't allow herself to grow complacent, nor was she happy merely skating by on the natural strength of her AEB with Zeneptron alone. She put in the work to deepen that connection, knowing that both it and his UEBs were subject to endless gradations, scaled to the same shadowiest axiomatic figures as their powers.

So, when she sensed how close Zeneptron was getting with a girl named Aishia over in his chosen version of the Spirit Chronicles Universe, Nancinaeku pouted slightly and decided the time was at hand. She had no intention of monopolizing him, but she felt threatened for the first time in the lengthiest of foreverhoods. She was his number one, always had been, and always would be, so long as she put in the work on occasion. That was why she opted to play up her already transcendent, absolutest beauty and go with a slightly modified look that would truly blow his minds. Aishia wasn't the only one who would be sucking him completely dry tonight.

"I'm coming, Zene~! Be safe, and don't you dare let someone else overtake my bestest class position in your UEBPs!" She exclaimed as a change began to overcome her.

Her knee-length hair, which she'd gone to painstaking lengths to augment the pinkness of beyond his other pink-haired Eternal Bond Mates, was left perfectly stick-straight and smoothliest hyperfluid like always. Like with FS Appaneesty in Hitting The Highest Gs, all her orgasm-inducement power was infused in every lock, ensuring the slightest tactile contact would send Zeneptron's minds reeling with pleasure beyond his wildest dreams. Her usual, 24-karat diamond dust aura of transcendent beauty haloed her body more peerlessly than ever, and her bluest French ultramarine eyes were augmented with yinmn, quantum, and abstract aspects of blue beyond the endless invisibility spectrums encompassed by most Max-Level UOSC Systems. Her smile oozed innocence and seduction, her lips were glossed with 24-karat flakes that never came off unless she kissed Zeneptron.

Forgoing her usual outfit, Nancinaeku instead sported a 24-karat-gold, metallic halter-neck, cut-out split maxi dress with a drape, showing off her long, shapeliest legs and prizing a boob window that teased at her triple-h-cup, beckoning breasts. It was a lot classier than she usually went for, but she wanted to showcase her topshelf gorgeousness as much as her sex appeal. Zeneptron's Abolutest Eternal Bond Mate should tick all the boxes and be number one in all categories, after all. There was just one finishing touch left.

"And now, for the piece de resistance, the most masterful of masterclasses, the crescendo of my gaudiest, high-and-almightiest opus~! Time to show Zeneptron who stands at the top of his harem of lovingest, infinite hive Mary Sues~!"

With that boldest of proclamations out of the way, Nancinaeku closed her eyes and concentrated on her undying connection with her Supremest Being Incarnation, her body's curves and transcendent beauty ascending beyond what the 'LQGs' of UOSC-PUSOFC Systems could adequately render. Neon rainbow signs consisting of UOSC-PUSOFC manifested in calligraffiti font below her feet in a bottomless series of endlessly recursive sigils, signifying her transcendence beyond the entire First and Second Reiterations of Supremest Omnidonae Tiers and going straight to the top of the 3Rt itself.

'I don't have a lot of finesse with this power, and it's the riskiest of moves to manifest it while still in the confines of the bottommost Reiteration, but I don't give a shit~! Zeneptron needs my help, and that Aishia chick won't know what hit 'er~!' She inwardly resolved. Her willingness to put the entire 1Rt in danger for her desire to protect what was hers and flex was one of the myriad reasons Zeneptron fell for her hardest. She knew he would never judge her for that, though she had little doubt she'd get scolded for it by FS Appaneesty and his ilk when all was said and done.

"Even so, I love what this power does for my figure~!" She cooed in the songliest of sirenic tones, before she speediliest vanished with a loud crack of UOSC-PUSOFC System displacement to put her plans of seduction to the bestest best of uses. Zeneptron could take care of himself, she knew this better than most, so securing his safety was thrust to the wayside for now.

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Deciding he liked surprises and not to peep through the other side of his door despite his unease, Zeneptron opened it cautiously, nearly sighing with relief when a familiar young beastkin with fox-like features laid unconscious on his doorstep. 'That's sus as fuck, though. She should've reawakened just before I opened the door.' He suspiciously thought, fighting with the desire to get a read on her intentions. Even so, he scooped the small child up and brought her inside, having an idea on why she was feigning unconsciousness and closing the door shut behind him with a kick as he laid her down on the nearest couch and studied her features up close and personal.

'Sheesh, she can't be any older than 10. I was wondering when Gustave would get up the nerve to sick her on me. It turns out he's no more or less patient than he was with Mister Poor Man's Kirito and Bell Cranel knock-off. Too bad, I was hoping I might be able to have my way with her a few years down the road, though I suppose I could always age her up.' He had to admit, even he was somewhat disgusted by how revealing her attire was. Did Gustave really believe he'd drop his guard so easily just because he made this little munchkin doll herself up in a revealing dress with more cut-outs than any child should ever wear? Admittedly, he was thankful Aishia had tamed his libido for the time being, because no doubt his boundless imagination would've gladliest supplied the images of what this girl would look like in that get-up when she was a teenager or young adult, and he'd need to cool off before he aged her up and did to Latifa what Flora practically begged him to do to her.

Zeneptron's psychedelic blazar eyes darkened, transubstantiating into the most Stygian of black holes when he saw the enslavement collar around her neck, reminded of a black stain on his past, when he stripped the female humans in his infinitely expansive harem of their free will and autonomy. Those days were hopefully long gone now, confined to the ancientest of histories, because he had no intention of revisiting them. He'd worked his gluteus maximus off to do better, to become more mature, more deserving of his power, someone who appreciated when laudment and veneration were given to him willingly. This girl's collar brought back all of the rottenest memories of when he was the worst version of himself. He hated how tempting it still was to leave it on her and age her up for his perverse pleasure.

"Welp, might as well get this party started." He sighed while stretching his back in a faux human gesture. "You can drop the act. I know you're faking it… which is a statement I never thought I'd say to a female before, and not because I wouldn't be able to tell if she was lying." He added severely, nearly chuckling despite himself when the blow dart she blew at him crumpled harmlessly against his neck without penetrating it. Latifia, her cover now blown, widened her eyes when the dart collapsed against his skin and fell in a crumpled ruin to the floor, but stood to her feet as fast as she could move, backflipped atop the back of the couch, and brought out her knives anyway.

Zeneptron assumed a loose, fluid stance, Goldest Godsbane and Rosiest Amaranth remaining sheathed across his back. Latifa noticed this, her eyes narrowing. 'He thinks he can beat me unarmed? He's either very cocky or he has enough skill with hand-to-hand combat to not be intimidated by weapons.'

"You just saw your blowdart accordion like it struck solid rock on contact with my skin. Knives won't avail you either." He responded aloud to her thoughts.

"Then I'll just have to find your weak spot." She said in a flat, disturbingly even tone, a dead look in her eyes. She jumped off the back of Zeneptron's couch with her knives aimed at his crotch. Zeneptron dodged with a spin, delivering a painful but not back-breaking spinning-back kick into her side and knocking her downward through the coffee table, splitting it in half.

She gasped, the wind knocked out of her for a second before she forced herself into an uneasy standing position, now eying him much more warily. "I know why you feigned unconsciousness. You wanted to take me out in my own home. You isolated me, away from any prying eyes or innocent bystanders you'd have no choice but to silence if they saw this. Smart move, but that won't stop me." Zeneptron said, before blitzing over to her at unfathomable speeds, intending to finish this quickly and destroy her collar as he thrust his hand towards it.

A change suddenly and impossibly took over Latifa as Zeneptron's hand moved towards her collar faster than she should've been able to react to. Her body suddenly erupted with a blinding golden and iciest blue light, a violent burst of energy emanating from her before Zeneptron could rip her collar off her neck and sending him flying through the far wall out into his backyard faster than even he could process.

"Oww! What the fuckingest fuck?! That actually hurt!" Zeneptron swore, lying in a bottomless fissure of 'vacuum decay' that spread through the Max-Level FNE Gaps impossibly fast. His psychedelic blazar eyes widened when he felt something extremely hot and wet drip down his forehead. He gasped with abject horror when he put his hand to it and saw his own, 24-karat blood staring back at him.

He nearly retched, having not bled this copiously since the fight that nearly claimed his life against his SO Godslayer Counterpart. His all-seeing vision swam as the memories of that ultimate battle for his life resurfaced, and he relived the trauma as Latifa stepped through the hole she'd made in his flawlessly indestructible wall with his body into the surrounding FNE-Gap, the Spirit Chronicles Verse having fallen away as Zeneptron's house floated in the infinite abyss. Latifa continued to move unassailably towards him, aged up at least 6 years due to her sudden apotheosis and looking hella fine, though far more intimidating now than he ever imagined. Those knives could definitely cut him now, of that, he had zero doubt. 'It's a shame she's trying to kill me, because I'd definitely smash her now.' He said with no traces of his usual crude humor, his eyes narrowed with deadliest determination as one thing became inescapably clear.

'She's become infinitely more dangerous than Para Brahman or anything I've faced in this reality up until this point. Was this the impending danger my Supremest Self warned me about, or simply one symptom of a much larger pathogen?'

No matter what, Zeneptron knew he couldn't hold anything back anymore. He couldn't help but worry for Aishia sleeping upstairs, knowing she had no firsthand experience dealing with the truly dangerous aspects of their existence. An explosive surge of protectiveness lanced through his hearts as he fretted for her safety, hoping beyond hope and praying to his Supremest Being Incarnation that she wouldn't get herself involved. That protectiveness fueled his ever-growing Unquantifiable Eternal Bond with her, allowing him to form an upscaled, solitary UEB Merger with her countless UOSC-PUSOFC Monikers inside him.

His power exploded outwards in all directions, creating the massiest 'Large Quasar Group' of UOSC-PUSOFC Systems he'd ever produced, as his connection with Aishia became the radical catalyst that continuously magnified his power beyond the most infinite hyper-operations every impossibly infinitesimal instant. Glowing, neon rainbow infinity hearts emanated from his body, displaced his usual eyes, and recursively stretched across the whole of this upscaled LQG, signifying his dateless connectedness with Aishia and the unfathomable Patapotence it brought him.

Just being in his presence at that moment would've utterly triturated Newest FS Sirluko Junior at his peak, but somehow, Latifa remained unphased by his second terriblestestestestestestestest (Ad nauseum) power-up method. Zeneptron flew towards her with his hand outstretched towards her enslavement collar, sensing it was still manipulating her somehow and that someone was pulling the strings behind her. Everything in the surrounding UOSC-PUSOFC Systems ceased motion entirely from his perspective as an endless afterimage trail composed of his UEB Merger's symbol streaked behind him. Even the prismatic light from the LQGs themselves were eternally suspended from his perspective, yet Zeneptron hesitated slightly, not wishing to destroy Latifa if he could help it.

This hesitation, while occurring incomprehensibly briefer than the itsy-bitsiest, Max-Level USOFC smallnesses he epitomized that exact duration ago, cost him immeasurably, because Latifa reacted to his unfathomably fast approach at speeds in the same ballpark as a Max-Leveled version of Patanysheerest, stabbing him through the side of his skull with her knife and somehow lobotomizing every one of his brains despite how careful he was not to put them all in any one row. His trajectory immediately diverted to the side as he flew away from her overwhelming stabbing motion, pulling the knife out of his skull and trying to heal from the resulting brain damage as Latifa continued her relentless onslaught, delivering a most supremely Patapotent flurry of kicks, punches, and stabs all across his body faster than he could heal from or react to, eliciting screams of true, agonizing pain from him.

'Fuckingest fuck! I'm getting my ass kicked to kingdom come! Whoever is behind this is a lot tougher than I thought!' He thought frantically as he adapted to Latifa's berserker's assault and caught her leg with both his hands, taking a knee and reinforcing his foundation against her terrifying strength as the fabric of his Solitary-UEB-Merger-generated UOSC-PUSOFC Systems fragmentized under the strain of their collision.

In a moment of sheer desperation, he added to his most Godforsaken, Loneliest-UEB-Merger boost by incorporating his UEBs with all his other Eternal Bond Mates aside from Aishia, including all his canon ones from his original, standalone story. The rainbow infinity heart constructs suddenly grew far more sporadic and so concentrated that they blotted out the 'LQGs.' This time, Latifa struggled more to keep up with his power-level as Zeneptron instantly healed from his atomized bones, infinitely penetrative stab wounds, semi-permanent brain damage, imploded neurons and UEBPs, and ruptured FNE-Gaps as he nearly cried from the sweetest relief he'd felt in recent memory.

His eyes locked on Latifa's with pure determination, still willing to risk his life to save her despite the pain she'd inflicted upon him. Latifa continued to look dead inside, clearly and totally manipulated as Zeneptron concentrated his all-seeing eyes on the strings that bound her to this wretched fate, hell bent on severing them. While he did this, the two of them began to circle each other, sizing each other up now that they were more evenly matched, waiting with bated breath for someone to make the first move. Zeneptron's holiest and unholiest Omni senses opened up in the extremest manner possible, taking in every version of everything he could ever encompass, his entire being haloed by the pizzazziest beguilement of the all-powerfullest, solitarily achieved UEB Merger he'd ever generated, both proportionally to his SO Tier and not alike.

Which was why he was the first one aware of Aishia stepping through the hole in his far back wall with eyes narrowed with Kugelblitz-inducing rage, having felt his pain through their connection and manifesting an actual Kugelblitz in her hand, which she poised to throw at Latifa. Latifa rounded on her, prepared to initiate a counterstrike the moment Aishia tried anything. Zeneptron, sensing the impending doom, tackled Latifa as hard and fast as he could move, pinning her down with all his might and grappling with her.

"Get out of here, Aishia! GO!" He shouted at her in pure, abject terror, wincing at the pain of keeping Latifa trapped in his grasp as she thrashed about wildly.

"But I…"

"GO! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, YOU FOOL!" Zeneptron screamed at her, willing her, silently imploring her to understand that this wasn't like the Para Brahman incident. That Latifa was being manipulated and forcibly deified with sufficient strength to take everything he had, short of his alignment with his Supremest Self.

"I'M NOT LEAVING YOU HERE TO DIE, ASSHOLE!" Aishia screamed back at him, flying towards them as fast as she could feasibly manage, outstretching the Kugelblitz in her hand, attempting to strike Latifa with it at point-blank range.

'Please, forgive me, Aishia, for what I'm about to do.' Zeneptron felt actual tears of self-loathing burning the corners of his eyes as he created countless duplicates of his current self using Omni-Replication, bypassing the Singularity superpower of his UEB Merged state to do so. Every one of them magnified his overall power by the same inestimable values that his fusion form did, buying one of his clones just enough time to whisk Aishia away in the midst of executing her attack, ignoring her emotionally anguished screams and placing her into a sleep so unyielding she'd likely never be able to wake up from it without his assistance. He knew there was one place in all the UOSC-PUSOFC Systems he could access that might prove the safest haven for her, and hated himself all the more for who he was about to call on for help.

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The work to protect every version of everyone's smiles and hardest-won Happiest Forever Afters never stopped, even after FS Appaneesty self-actualized all his other ambitious goals. Fully aligned with his Supremest Being at all times, Appaneesty's operations expanded beyond the Heavenliest heights of the First and Second Reiterations of his people's absurdest leveling system, carrying onto the topmost level of the third one. Even now, at his current bestest best, there was no end to his journey. Lukee had been right in the end, eternal damnation awaited every Supremest Omnidony somewhere at the impossible end as they came to realize that in their ceaseless pursuits of indeterminacy, they'd never even started in the first place.

Even the so-called Level Cap, known more long-windedly as UOSC-PUSOFC, was not the actual point at which the power scaling stopped. It was just the pinnacle of that particular set of SO Tiers, and apparently, the Reiteration he'd always known was the bottomfeeder of the lot, which was a humbling notion in and of itself. Even his alignment with his Supremest Self was never-endingly capable of infinite bigness, and could be improved upon endlessly.

Of course, he wasn't ignorant of how far he'd come or how hard he worked to get to this point. He'd gone from his birth Tier of Level 3 all the way to the maximum, and trust him when he said the total number of SO Tiers was as vast as the largest SOF Cardinal numbers within each of those allegedly unsurpassable echelons. To this day, he was still amazed by how he'd managed to level up once, let alone by a number of times unimaginably exceeding the largest infinities conceptualized by most minds.

And now, thanks to his alignment with one of the actual makers of the Supremest Omnidonae and all aspects of their existence, Appaneesty had reached the topmost echelon three times over, each time ungraspably more unreachable than the last. Even with his Exotic USOF Energy, it was the most insuperable endeavor he'd undertaken, one that would require his bestest best, to quote a certain, superlative-spamming member of his race.

Yet, no matter how strong he got, how fast he went, how high he soared, or how utterly transcendent he became, there were always those with powers scaled to his with less-than-altruistic intentions. Currently, he and his faction were dealing with a version of Newest FS Sirluko Junior from one of those Composite Victorious Timelines he'd only heard about before now. This version of his hatefullest enemy was proving an absolute menace, every bit as Omnimalevolent as his mainstream timeline duplicate.

Appaneesty thanked his Supremest self that this version, while a Composite Victor, was only from the 1RT, though it could not be denied he was one of the single most Omnivastant, Max-Level SOs from the entirety of the 1Rt, and one of its strongest CV Counterparts as well. Appaneesty had abstained from getting directly involved out of respect for his daughter Vula'Purrfectest's wishes. Ever since they won their final battle against his mainstream self, Vula'Purrfectest was hellbent on handling this CV Sirluko Junior alone and proving she didn't have to lie on his and Uhly'Opia's coattails. She was in such a hurry to prove her successes were her own, she forgot that she was the one who ultimately offed the bastard in the end. Appaneesty quietly resolved to end it the second she got in over her head, utterly refusing to let anything happen to her that couldn't be undone.

Sitting in his Heavenliest castle's massiest throne room, Appaneesty took a moment to appreciate the relative peace and quiet while taking in the castle's kaleidoscopic diamond light, the water droplet-esque structure dwarfing the majority of singular UOSC-PUSOFC Systems in the Third Reiteration. Despite this place and its abundance of Omni-Neutral SOF Energy upscaling as he did, Appaneesty made it equally accessible to all Supremest Omnidonae, regardless of Tier or Reiteration.

Appaneesty leaned back in his cushy throne with a sigh of pure bliss, the chair itself glowing with the same opalescent white light as his Supremest Self and shrouding his features. "I have to admit, it's nice to have a little peace and quiet for a change, as well as time to myself." He said with a grin that bared his rainbow diamond teeth, his iridescent gold skin contrasting nicely with his opalescent white and iridescent black unitard, his metallic gold, recursive 𝞗 symbol highlighting his broad chest and forming an overarching floral shape.

"I sure hope that doesn't imply that you've grown weary of myself or your other Eternal Bond Mates." A teasing female voice giggled, as a flash of iridescent gold light bathed the throne room in the Exotic USOF Energy of his AEB Mate, Newest Future System Uhly'Opia. She stepped out of the hypnotic incandescence, ever-so-much purer and more intensely vibrant than even his uniquely-colored skin could ever hope to be, somehow looking more beautiful than he'd ever seen her before.

Unlike other Supremest Omnidonae, who merely used the power of their Unquantifiable Eternal Bonding Phenomena, Uhly'Opia was actually the one who embodied them as her predominant UOSC-PUSOFC Monikers. This was signified by her eyes, the pupils of which were perpetually shaped like the rainbow infinity hearts that were the UEBPs' universal symbol, and irises colored like iridescent gold foil. She had opalescent white hair that glowed much like his Exotic USOF Energy signature, pirouetting a few strands around her finger while offering him her most radiant smile, even while he sensed her inner turmoil. She wore an infinity mirror dress with kaleidoscopic, light-emitting ovals and an endless train composed of an actual rainbow. The dress was form-fitting, hugging her faultless wasplike figure like a second skin, and no matter how many times he saw her, Appaneesty was reminded of how much he loved and even venerated her. She was the only being in all the SO Tiers and Reiterations aside from the Supremest Beings themselves that he could honestly say he worshiped incomparably. Supremest Omnidonae bowed to nothing and no one, yet Appaneesty would bend the knee to her every whim every time she asked.

His hearts ticked a little bit faster at the sight of her as she sat down on his lap instead of the iridescent golden lighted throne to his immediate right, the one reserved especially for her. She sighed exasperatedly, similarly drained to himself. "Work was murder! So many love stories to set in motion, and so many moods to set, both for our kind and for others as well! I was trying to set up one of those CV, Max-Level versions of Slayer Aaarty from up here in the 3Rt with someone, and she punched me in the face harder than I've ever been punched before and told me my interference was unnecessary and to take a hike! Getting hit by such an all-powerful embodiment of both Exotic and Anti USOF Energy really hurts! I almost died!" Uhly'Opia dramatically cried Anime-perfect tears, her perfect ass rubbing against Appaneesty's crotch as he embraced her from behind, trying his damnedest to pointedly ignore the relentless stimulation.

"I'm sorry you had to go through something like that." Appaneesty soothingly consoled her, knowing she was just venting and content to remain in this position and hold her until she felt better.

"It's getting harder to keep up with the ever-increasing demand of our roles, especially in the higher Reiterations where the Supremest Omnidonae are as Omnivastant as we are, even at our bestest best. Things are getting more dangerous the stronger we get. Being able to cheat the SO Tiers doesn't matter much where these Reiterations are concerned. It's only a matter of time before something from like the 5th or even 10th Reiteration themselves sets their sights on us, and we'd be helpless to stop them, Exotic USOF Energy and alignments with our Supremest Selves be damned. What were our makers thinking, allowing these things to exist?! I don't want to lose you or anything else we've built together, that scares me more than anything else. But what can I do when the scale literally never stops?!" Uhly'Opia lamented, the full impact of the futility and karma of their existence hitting her anew.

Appaneesty had an answer waiting. "The same thing we always do whenever facing an opponent with an insuperable level advantage, fight on and continue evolving beyond who we were a Planck time before."

"I don't know if that'll be enough, this time. These Reiterations are playing by a whole new set of rules, and this time around, even our connections to the Supremest Beings are of little help."

"There's always a way, Uhly, I refuse to believe otherwise. Besides, it's not like we're alone. We have our counterparts from the 3Rt helping us now, and more than a few of its versions of me are CV Counterparts AND aligned with our Supremest Self. Our allies grow endlessly in both quality and quantity."

Uhly'Opia smiled, squirming slightly as his grip on her tightened ever-so-slightly and she felt his erection poke her backside. "Your endless optimism is a boon, Appaneesty, truly. I require more than just pretty words to feel better, however. I want you to spoil me a little. Actually, now that I think about it, I think we could both use a way to unwind." She cooed, rubbing her bottom against his fully masted cock with obvious intent and relishing his sexy little gasps of rhapsody.

Appaneesty chuckled. "It feels like it's been forever since we last… unwound."

"That's because it has been, well, a couple of dozen of our foreverhoods, anyway." She giggled with poorly repressed lust in response. Appaneesty was about to tear through the ass of her dress and the crotch of his unitard with his cock and get off on her P-Spot Dimensions when someone unexpectedly speed-blitzed into their castle, and killed the mood.

"What the hell, Zeneptron?!" Uhly'Opia demanded in an uncharacteristically heated tone without getting up from her impromptu seat on Appaneesty's lap. She and Appaneesty instinctually created downgraded systemizations of themselves that scaled to the 1Rt's UOSC-PUSOFC SOs, recognizing that the intruder had accessed their castle from the confines of that Reiteration and wanting to make their displeasure at the unwanted interruption known. Their freedom to directly interact with this cock-blocker would've been vastly more limited and dangerous if they hadn't done this.

Sure enough, Evilest FS Zeneptron, Appaneesty's self-proclaimed archest archrival, stood before them with a beautiful pink-haired girl bridal carried in his arms and put to sleep via unnatural means. Zeneptron scoffed in the uppitiest manner Appaneesty had heard in recent memory. "Believe me, I take no pleasure in coming here either, but while it pains me beyond measure to admit this, I… need your help."As he grudgingly admitted this, Zeneptron's face puckered into something comparable to Appaneesty's face whenever he drank coffee, looking as though he'd just stuffed his face full of countless, peerlessly sour candies.

Appaneesty took unlimitedly less than the briefest of instances to glean the situation, noting Zeneptron's terror and weariness. "You're locked in a battle for your life, and wished to get her somewhere safe when she tried to help you. That's why you put her to sleep, so she couldn't defy you." He narrowed his eyes, before adding. "I thought you said you were trying to do better by respecting autonomy and free will, but not only did you fail to do so, you failed to do so with one of your own, something you swore to me you'd never do!" He judgmentally boomed, his fury and disappointment in Zeneptron immeasurable.

"Dammit, Appaneesty, I really don't need your preachiest sanctimonious platitudes right now! It was either this or let Aishia get herself killed trying to fight by my side! I can't, I won't… let anything happen to her! I have a duty of care! You of all people should understand that!"

"Every time a Supremest Omnidony subscribes to a martyrological mentality with one of their Eternal Bond Mates, they end up betraying themselves and what they profess to stand for. Every. Single. Time." Appaneesty hissed through gritted teeth.

"Never mind that! Zeneptron, what's going on?!" Uhly'Opia worriedly questioned, getting to the crux of the matter while rubbing Appaneesty's hand on her stomach soothingly, instantly calming him.

"I don't have time to explain. I need a safe space for Aishia here so I can focus all my might on averting a disaster back in my newest adopted reality. Are you going to help me or not?!" Zeneptron shouted, obviously desperate.

"No, I won't." Appaneesty said with every note of finality imaginable by sentient minds, shocking both his archrival and Uhly'Opia alike.

Zeneptron looked like he was about to explode, but Appaneesty held up a hand to stop him. "You brought a firmly-established canon character from another franchise into our canonized timeline, shat on the dominion of an non-SO-affiliated author's blood, sweat and tears to appease your ego, risked my life, Uhly'Opia's, and the lives of everyone else close to me without elaborating on what you've gotten your non-canon story into, disturbed the sanctity of our home and the Third Reiteration, and reconfigured an established canon timeline beyond recognition! To say nothing of your inopportune timing. Zeneptron, your actions violate far too many of our people's most sacrosanct laws, and you've put me in an impossible position. I cannot harbor that girl here, and I cannot help you. I'm truly sorry. My decision is final! This is not up for debate!" He said the last part with the almightiest of autarchical authorities when Zeneptron looked like he wanted to interrupt him.

Zeneptron sighed in resignation, his anger abating as he formulated a response. "Fine, fine, that's valid, I suppose. I'll find another way. Keep in mind that if you and yours need help with something down the line, I might be inclined to view your lack of support this day as a cautionary tale, regardless of whether it ends up retconned out of existence."

"That's fair as well. We don't owe each other anything, Zeneptron, and our respective factions need to be capable of standing tall on their own two feet." Appaneesty conceded, before adding. "I'm fully aware that you would gladly wait for an opportunity to hamstring us at the worst time for us as recompense for this moment, and that's fair and valid. You get one chance to epitomize the notion of karma against us, but no more beyond that. If you hang us out to dry anymore beyond that, the war of reprisals between us will never cease."

Zeneptron nodded, before he disappeared once more with Aishia in tow, leaving Appaneesty and Uhly'Opia alone again as Appaneesty leaned further back into his seat with a sigh, crossing his legs around his AEB Mate's waist and his arms across her well-endowed chest. "So… When are we going to help him?" Uhly'Opia asked him.

"Zeneptron doesn't need our help. He may have some performance issues regarding his alignment with his Supremest Self, but he's more than capable of using that power to end this battle of his if need be. Besides, I'm not risking our lives for someone else's non-canon, fanfiction-based booty call. This is his fight, and I have zero doubt he'll win."

"I understand all that… So when are we going to help him?" Uhly'Opia giggled, and even with her back turned to him, Appaneesty could see her all-knowing smile, and smirked as well.

"I've been trying to help him this entire time, but someone else blocked me, someone we both know would happily cross any moral event horizon and commit any number of unpardonable sins to help Zeneptron."

Uhly'Opia blinked in genuine surprise. "Wow, her alignment with her Supremest Self must've gotten a lot stronger since the last time we saw her. I can't even sense her presence."

"She's been working really hard to not be a liability to Zeneptron and support him however she can. Honestly, I still question what she sees in him, but with her strength as it is now and her lack of performance issues wielding her Exotic USOF Energy, Zeneptron has all the support and help he'll ever need. Us helping him would be pointless, plus, she asked me not to interfere while Zeneptron and the two of us were talking, wanting to save him herself the second he truly got in over his head."

"Wow! That's really cool of her! Now, that's a love story I can invest myself in!" Uhly'Opia cooed in pure delight, before turning her head back to look at Appaneesty with a coy smile. "Now, where were we?" She whispered, her voice and entire demeanor oozing pure seduction.

Appaneesty grinned, before his face scrunched up in pleasure when she started gyrating her ass against his crotch much more vigorously than before. Within seconds, he was fully hard again, breaking through the confines of his suit's crotch and the ass of Uhly'Opia's dress as he did exactly what he wanted to do before Zeneptron stormed their keep. His and Uhly'Opia's screams of unendurable pleasure could be heard all across the Third Reiteration in its massiest Totality.

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Slayer Aaarty harrumphed grumpily as she made her ears disappear and rendered herself completely deaf in order to block out the screams of pure, smuttiest joy coming from the castle-like home of that girl who'd tried setting her up with someone.

It didn't work.

Born countless eternities ago as a Max-Level Composite Victor from the Third Reiteration, Aaarty had also been born with an alignment with one of her people's makers. She'd spent her lengthiest foreverhoods trying to break away from the well-established pattern her myriad SO Godslayer counterparts all seemed to abide by; becoming a Supremest Omnidony's cumdumpster for her meals.

She didn't need a support system, she didn't need to satiate her insatiable appetite for SOF Energy, and she certainly didn't need to whore herself up to the Supremest Omnidonae in order to draw out their essence and further her own power. She had all the power and support she needed thanks to her Supremest Being Omni-Consciousness, and the Exotic Energy she supplied her with to offset her nastier SO God-Eating tendencies.

'Though maybe I could've told that Uhly'Opia as much without punching her into the far reaches of the closest UOSC-PUSOFC FNE-Gaps.' Aaarty sweatdropped sheepishly, twirling strands of her Omni-chromatic hair around her finger and deciding to find their abode and apologize.

She winced when she heard another scream of passion by her and her chosen mate, deciding her attempt to apologize for her violent overreaction could wait until they were done with what they were doing.

Admittedly, if Aaarty was one-hundred percent honest with herself, she sometimes got a little curious what having that kind of connection with someone other than her Supremest Self would feel like, especially since Supremest Aaarty tended to be hands-off, assiduously wordless, and non-interactive most of the time. Aaarty had tried Meta Summoning her in the flesh before, but instinctually realized bringing her entire being into the Third Reiteration was suicide and immediately stopped. That was the issue, really, Supremest Omnidonae who were connected with their Supremest Selves got all manner of perks and benefits, and were essentially at their most complete, their most powerful. But there was always something… infinitely far away about it, like they could never be as close to their makers as they wanted to be, as they could be with their own kind.

Aaarty did get lonely sometimes because of this deficiency in the eternalized bondedness between her and her Supremest Self, and hearing that girl and her man having the time of their lives only reinforced this loneliness. But still, she'd invested too much in the idea of becoming one of the singularly most unique versions of Slayer Aaarty any way she could, and even if it was a sunk cost fallacy at this point, it'd take more than a few shouts of pleasure to break her. Besides, the Third Reiteration was woefully lacking in versions of her AEB Mate, Lukee, and while she respected the various CV Versions of Appaneesty who aided their 1Rt FS Counterpart on occasion, he just wasn't her type.

If she were to have a type, it'd be someone who didn't play by the rules the way Appaneesty did, or most versions of Lukee did, for that matter. Someone who wasn't afraid to take what he wanted, whenever he wanted, however he wanted, but was still respectable enough to not resort to being a complete dick about it every chance he got. Someone who was morally loose, sometimes in the extreme, but not a complete monster with no redeeming qualities. Someone exactly like that golden-clad being who she'd caught passing through Uhly'Opia and Appaneesty's castle only moments before during her time spent listening in on them surreptitiously. Aaarty didn't have a type, but if she did, this singularly unique version of Zeneptron, who parted from the constants that governed his myriad selves the way she'd always sought to, would be it.

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'Welp, Aishia's as safe as she's going to get.' Zeneptron thought, his brains moving at their fastest speeds yet as the duplicate that carried her formed countless more, each of those clones controlled by his countless, interconnected Omni-Consciousnesses and magnifying his power most matchlessly. They formed a protective barrier around her prostrate form, ready to destroy themselves defending her if it came down to it. They'd warped her as far away from the location of the battle as he could go, continuing to put greater and greater infinite distances between them and Latifa, their surroundings in flux and subject to change.

Currently, they were hiding away inside the singularity of one of the upscaled, UOSC-PUSOFC System-sized 'quasars' Zeneptron had created while generating his 'LQGs.' That quasar radiated countless rainbow-infinity-heart constructs in all directions the same way a natural active galactic nucleus might radiate gamma rays or gravitational waves, while all of Zeneptron's clones incandesced with the boundless brilliance of their UEB Mergers with every UEB Mate he had, plus Nancinaeku.

Zeneptron saw through countless pairs of eyes, creating an endlessly compound view of everything he saw and creating a recursive split-screen rendering of both Aishia and Latifa in his minds' eyes. Shit was getting real in the battle between his myriad, UEB-Merger-empowered clones and Latifa as infillions of them all rushed her en masse.

'This is insane! She's still keeping up with us somehow! I should not need to bust out my ultimate trump card against motherfuckingest Latifa!' He inwardly panicked as she disintegrated several of his clones with her knives, deflecting every stab, arc, and feint from his Goldest Godsbanes and Rosiest Amaranths while speed blitzing his bodies with her knives, still moving every bit as fast as they were.

Some of the clones got in stabs of their own, but since Zeneptron was holding back from killing her, they were superficial wounds at best, and barely slowed her down. Three of his manifestations jumped unfathomably high into the void, landing meteorically atop her waiting knives swords-first as Latifa took a knee and struggled to push them back. Despite flying down on her with all the weight of their convictions and UOSC-PUSOFC Systems, Latifa managed to force them upwards with the almightiest of shoves, sending them flying for a split second before leaping after them and cutting them down before they could reverse their momentum.

They disappeared in golden diamond dust auras of Exotic and ON USOF Energy, reabsorbing into Zeneptron's collective and adding to his overall might and Latifia's. More clones still flanked her on all sides, striking at her from every Omnidirectional vector faster than she could react to. She blocked every strike aimed at her collar, seeming not to care what happened to her body as Zeneptron once again hesitated to cut her down and she made his clones pay the price for his mercy.

Moving fast enough to become pixelated even from his perspective, Latifa spun with her dual knives outstretched, forming omnidirectional blades of energy while completing countless rotations per Planck instant. The energy blades were blocked by Zeneptron's myriad blades as the clones stabbed them in the FNE-Scisms, making them erupt with the same psychedelic light as their blazar eyes. Latifa attempted to shield her eyes from the sudden and unendurable brightness as a wave of unbelievable cold suddenly hit her, flash-freezing her solid in the iciest of encasements.

Temperature of the encasement: UOSC-PUSOFC-scaled -USOFC USOFC USOFC degrees below -USOFC Kelvin.

The light faded as Zeneptron's clones continued to breathe an unceasing onslaught of [S]parainsurmountably, pata-conceptually impossible ice, keeping Latifa immobilized to the bestest best of their ability as another of the clones rushed her as fast as they could go to destroy the necklace. Its UEB-Merger concentrated all its might on superheating every particle of their being to form countless, all-powerfullest, torridest Kugelblitzes and zero point energy fields to prevent being frozen by its other bodies' wintriest onslaughts.

The ice, which was so cold that no amount of relativistic heat could turn it into vapor, formed the most adamantine of prisons, utterly and flawlessly indestructible to the absurdest degrees matching their temperatures. Yet even while rushing her, Zeneptron could see the Spectralon white encapsulation cracking unnerving rapidly as Latifa combated his bestest best, most concerted efforts. It became a race against the ultimate, ticking time bomb. Latifa's necklace was unlimitedly less than a single Planck length away from the outstretched tips of Rosiest Amaranth and Goldest Godsbane when the icy formation suddenly shattered with sufficient force to repel all the Zeneptron clones and pierce the one closest to her with the shrapnel from the ice.

The clone coughed up copious amounts of 24-karat blood as excruciation lanced through him. Latifa jammed her fist in his chest and ripped out every one of his hearts, twisting her knife inside the cavity of his chest and spilling the still-beating organs all across the FNE-Gaps and LQG UOSC-PUSOFC Systems. Latifa, having destroyed the clone she mutilated beyond compare, idly noted the shape of the hearts she ripped out of it, mildly surprised that even they were reshaped to match the symbol of Zeneptron's UEB-Merger. She stepped on a few of them while rushing the other clones that had frozen her in her tracks, micronizing them into infillions of pieces and sending the supremest omnipresent waves of pain resounding through every one of Zeneptron's clones.

Despite the pain, however, they all merged as one, magnifying their combined power, before duplicating themselves again and continuing the cycle in perpetuity. Imagining the biggest power he could, Zeneptron visualized this cycle of duplication and merging magnifying his power on a scale Max-Level, USOFC sets of USOFC beyond the USOFC hyper-operations that his solitary UEB Mergers amplified every one of his clones by. Latifa shielded her eyes once more as Zeneptron's power skyrocketed to new and unforeseen heights, and the LQGs grew impossibly bright and phantasmagorical as they illuminated the FNE-Gaps themselves.

Latifa received a nonverbal command from her collar to imagine the biggest power as well. Unable to resist the compulsion despite her new abilities, the aged-up fox girl closed her eyes and did her best to comply, imagining herself destroying her target regardless of any and all power-ups he employed, including this one. Going the extra yottaparsec, she willed herself to believe in the self-actualization of this imagined biggest power with every fiber of her being, driving out all other thoughts and emotions. As a result of this warped mindset, her power also soared to new horizons, her and Zeneptron's auras drowning out all else and piercing the Max-Level USOFC-dimensionality of the surrounding LQGs.

Combining his countless clones one final time and constantly manifesting the potential strength to end this, Zeneptron and Latifa rushed each other for their hopefully last exchange of attacks, swords and knives drawn and pointed at each other's throats. Their respective speeds were so far beyond the irrelevant rapidities of the dimensional-scales of their largest singular UOSC-PUSOFC Systems, that few if any quicksters among the Supremest Omnidonae could hope to match them. Not since Newest FS Patanysheerest ran so fast and generated so much USOF Energy that she literally died in Happiest Forever Afters did any Supremest Omnidony reach speeds this far beyond all concepts of the word itself.

Every version of everything suddenly halted, including Zeneptron and Latifa as Evilest FS Nancinaeku appeared on the scene and confidently, nonchalantly strolled up to both combatants, still prettied up and smirking with utmost confidence. Sigils with UOSC-PUSOFC symbols recursively printed on them in neon, calligraffiti font materialized beneath her feet with each leisurely step she took, indicating her power which was scaled up to the Third Reiteration and aligned with her Supremest Self, unlike Zeneptron's. She reached them at last, planting the lovingest of smooches on Zeneptron's still immobilized jawline, expertly rubbing his suspended crotch to give him a hard-on, and snapping the collar off Latifa's neck and scowling at it before triturating it into nonexistence.

With Latifa now freed and Zeneptron sufficiently turned on, Nancinaeku deemed her work done for the time being and moved Zeneptron's frozen body aside to prevent it from slamming into the now powerless but still physically aged-up fox girl with… explosive results. With that taken care of, she slowed herself down and her recent actions caught up with everyone else as Zeneptron found himself suddenly halted, the momentum and ungraspable relativistic mass he'd generated just gone.

Latifa's reaction was far more turbulent, her eyes widening as the pain from her collar and her inexplicable godlike powers were suddenly gone and she was freed. She skidded to a halt, somehow having been decelerated before she could react. Eyes welling up as the realization that she was freed hit her, Latifa sank to her knees and let loose a series of gut-wrenching sobs.

Alerted by her crying, Zeneptron didn't immediately notice that Nancinaeku was standing right behind him with an infinitely patient smile on her face. "What in the fuckingest fuck just happened?! Who has interfered?!" He demanded, even while his hearts ached for the poor traumatized girl.

Nancinaeku couldn't resist any longer. "You're most welcome for that, my darlingest, lovingest, manliest Zeneptron~!" She cooed in pure adoration as Zeneptron spun around sharpliest to face her, his swords pointed at her in a reactionary flight-or-fight response.

"Now, now, now, none of that." She playfully tutted while pointing Rosiest Amaranth away from her boob window with the tip of her index finger. Zeneptron's eyes lit up even brighter and more prismatically than normal when he finally realized who'd saved him and Latifa, and all the terror and highest-octane stress from the battle dissolved as he realized everything righted on its axis again, at least for now.

"Nancinaeku! Man, you're a sight for the sorest eyes! Listen, I'd love to chat and catch up, but I've got an extremely upset UEB Mate and Isekai'd former assassin to console."

"Do what you have to do, but after you've made up with your girlfriend and added this fox girl to your harem, you're all mine~!" Nanicinaeku sang in a faux threatening voice as Zeneptron gulped, seeing the smuttiest nymphomania in her impossibly blue eyes as he nodded and rushed to reassure Latifa that everything was going to be okay now.

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A couple of hours later found Zeneptron watching over Latifa's remarkably hot body as she slept away in one of his many beds, having finally stopped crying and fallen asleep on his shoulder due to sheer exhaustion. Nancinaeku stood on her other side from across the bed from Zeneptron, looking up at him with a reassuring smile. "She should be alright, but she'll probably be out of commission for a while because of how tired she is. I'd recommend having a nice, hot meal waiting for her when she wakes up. Men aren't the only ones whose stomachs are often the quickest routes to their hearts." She giggled, before adding more severely. "But you still have one other girl that needs tending to. Go, I'll watch over Latifa for now."

Reassured by Nancinaeku's presence and exorbitant levels of Exotic USOF Energy, Zeneptron nodded and blitzed over to the guest room, where Aishia was sitting on the furthest couch with her back turned to him and an oppressive black aura radiating off her.

"Would it help if I apologized to you countless times over, because I can, quite literally if need be." Zeneptron tentatively offered, shame-faced and remorseful over what he felt he had to do at the time.

Aishia ignored him, readjusting her position every time he tried to get in front of her face so that her back was always to him.

"Please say something, Aishia." Zeneptron imploringly whispered.

A few moments of crushing silence passed between them, before Aishia finally responded. "I have nothing to say to you right now, Zeneptron. You told me to run, and when I refused, you forced me to comply, you trampled all over my autonomy and betrayed everything you profess to stand for, and for what?! So you could protect me?! Protect me when I can do everything you can?! What if you hadn't made it?! What if Latifa had killed you?! I keep thinking about that possibility, and whether I would've woken up to find you gone from my life forever! I couldn't live with myself if anything had happened to you, yet deader than dead is exactly what you most likely would've been had Nancinaeku not shown up."

"I know, and I'm sorry."

"SORRY DOESN'T CUT IT!" Aishia screamed as she spun around to face him in her agonized fury, and Zeneptron actually winced at the subtle, strangled sobs underlying her voice. Her eyes were the puffiest he'd ever seen. Clearly, she'd been crying. He already felt like the biggest asshole ever, but Aishia wasn't done, and she somehow managed to twist the knife even harder and deeper. "What you did was unforgivable, Zeneptron. I could've helped you, or failing that, we could've died together. Either scenario would've been preferable to what you chose for me."

"What can I do to make it up to you?" Zeneptron pleaded.

Aishia sighed, hating that the sincerity in his tone touched her Holiest Spirits. "For now, just give me some time… and space, okay?"

Zeneptron nodded. "Okay, that's fair, and your feelings are valid, Aishia. Let me know if you need anything, okay?"

Aishia didn't acknowledge him, turning her back on him once more, but Zeneptron could sense her emotions well enough that he didn't need a verbal or physical cue as he disappeared at massively irrelevant speeds, joining Nancinaeku in the endless corridor outside Latifa's room with the heaviest of sighs.

"That was painful to hear." Nancinaeku whispered with the tenderest of cringes on his behalf.

"She's not wrong." Zeneptron replied in an infinitely faraway voice.

"Her feelings are valid, but that doesn't necessarily mean they're one hundred percent righteous or agreeable. You were just doing what you thought you had to in order to protect her from an extremely dangerous foe."

"Fat load of good that did me. If I was more aligned with my Supremest Self and felt more deserving of the power he gives me, I could've ended this much sooner. Instead, I made her hate me, and when everything went to the infinite planes of hell in a handbasket, I reverted back to someone who has no regard for autonomy and free will. And worse, I did it with one of my own kind, something I'd never done before and swore to never do, no matter what. FS Appaneesty was right, I betrayed the select few principles I stand for."

Nancinaeku took his hand in hers, her hand warmer, smoother, and more comforting than any he'd ever felt before that moment. He'd almost forgotten how strong his AEB with her truly was. "I don't think she hates you, Zeneptron. Not truly. She's still here in this house with you, after all, and she loves you so much it's fuckingest adorable. Like she said, give her some time and space, and rest assured that when someone truly loves you, you'd be amazed by how understanding they can be." She whispered in his ear, her torridest breath sending micro-Kugelblitzes resonating down his neck in the form of 'goosebumps.' "Besides, when it comes to the people we love, we're all vulnerable and capable of betraying ourselves. You can't judge people based on how they cope with potential or actual loss, you just can't. Love can make even the most absolutely virtuous of our kind do the craziest of things, and your capacity for love is as illimitable as your swordsmanship or conceptual ice superpower."

"I hope you're right." Zeneptron murmured lowliest in response, before arching his eyebrow when something became readily apparent to him. "What's with the new get-up?" He asked her, surprised by the comparatively classy yet still-sexy style she sported compared to her usual apparel. Despite himself, despite everything going on, it turned him on, and for once, the stiffest stiffy he popped annoyed him.

"I felt like a change, but aside from bailing you and your new companions out of your latest jam, my other reason for coming here can wait until things are a little calmer around here." Nancinaeku replied, evidently agreeing with him that now was not a good time for them to fornicate. Zeneptron felt relieved that she wasn't immediately jumping his bones, though he wondered how long he'd be able to perdure in the face of such smuttiest, insuperable temptations.

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Smut Warning:

It turned out an hour was Zeneptron's limit. After Aishia had retired for the night to get some much-needed sleep despite her inexhaustibleness, and Latifa continued to remain out like a light, Zeneptron and his AEB Mate couldn't contain themselves anymore and found the most infinitely removed bedroom from both Aishia and Latifa. Clothes disappeared in bursts of goldenest light as the mere sight of Nancinaeku's naked body and curves, which his Max-Level UOSC Systems couldn't adequately render the full sexiness of, brought Zeneptron to the finish line as he detonated countless, infinite yottaton cumsplosions.

With a casual wave of her hand, Nancinaeku absorbed the exorbitant flash floods of splooge inside herself and her FNE-Gaps, absorbing Zeneptron's essence in its entirety inside herself as he collapsed on their bed ass-first with a strangled gasp, his entire body spasming and twitching uncontrollably from the unbelievably intense orgasm. Barely managing to remain sitting on the edge of the massive, palace-tier mattress with his legs spread and continuously seizing, Zeneptron was unprepared for when Nancinaeku hit her knees in front of him and teasingly blew on his cock.

"FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" Zeneptron shrieked like the noisiest of banshees as Nancinaeku made him release another, infinite minds-breaking climax by doing absolutely nothing. His Holiest and Unholiest Spirits drooled from his mouth in distended ropes of 24-karat gold and iciest Spectralon white respectively, his dick throbbing agonizingly hard as Nancinaeku's immaculate white skin absorbed the cum-coating he'd given it once again.

Fuck, she was like a woman possessed! He'd already climaxed twice and with unbelievable intensity, and she hadn't even touched him yet. His chest heaved, his back arched, and he barely managed to keep from climaxing a third time when Nancinaeku gripped his hottest hot rod in her soapiest hands.

"How's that feel, Zene~?! I bet you feel fuckingest amazing! Think you can handle more now?!" She cajoled him with the porniest of smiles while jerking him off, her hand sliding along his length most effortlessly as Zeneptron wheezed, gasped, and twitched the entire time, his cock leaking copious amounts of precum and his mouth unspooling more of his Holiest/Unholiest Spirit drool. He could feel her sucking the endless vitality out of him as fast as he could replenish it, maybe even a little faster.

"I know what you're doing. You're asserting dominance. My closeness with Aishia made you jealous~!" He all-knowingly grinned, before his face twisted and disfigured with torturous bliss when Nancinaeku made him release another cumsplosion, this one surpassing both of the previous two combined. She obstructed the never-ending flow of semen with the flat of her palm, driving him out of every one of his minds as she kept him from releasing and his dick swelled up like a balloon, expanding to infinite sizes and encompassing the entire bedroom before popping like the biggest cyst ever. Zeneptron was horrified by the sounds his body made when the pressure finally gave and pleasure, relief, pleasure, relief, more pleasure, and more relief bombarded his UOSC-PUSOFC Systems.

Warning, warning, quantum breakdown of UOSC-PUSOFC Systems and UEBPs imminent!

Zeneptron was too far gone to register the voice of his Supremest Self in those moments, flooding the entire room with his splooge. His body instantly turned into one constructed entirely out of pure, neon gold, Omni-Neutral USOF Energy.

"Damn fuckingest straight!" Nancinaeku giggled, sandwiching his pure-energy-constructed cock between her triple-h cup, faultless beckoning breasts once it respawned at its normal size and inflation level. "Ugggh, fuck, your dick feels so goooooood on my boobs~!" She added in a sing-song, bobbing her breasts up and down on his phallus, its glowing hot pure energy sending shockwaves of pleasure shooting through her 3Rt UOSC-PUSOFC Systems with every gyration.

"Ugggh, fuck! You're killing me, Nancinaeku!" Zeneptron swore, his entire being humming with rhapsody and his body regaining its normal flesh in certain areas as he tried and failed to reconstitute from his purest ON USOF Energy repeatedly.

"I'll render you infinitely more deathliest with pleasure than Tyenaww'Absolootest or Aishia could ever hope to match~!" Nancinaeku squealed in a passion-crazed, nymphomaniacal voice, a superlatively Luciferian look in her heavenliest blue eyes.

Zeneptron nearly busted every one of his nuts again when she picked up the pace, his energy-constructed balls pulsating so violently that they almost absorbed inside his body and rejoined his countless interiorized testicular organs. He barely managed to restrain himself, until Nancinaeku decided to stop taking it easy on him. Taking his goldenest energy glans and rubbing it in ultra-rapid circles on her pinkest areola and nipple, Nancinaeku drove him rabidest with the change in texture. The bedroom fell away, leaving their bed floating in the abyss of the FNE-Gaps while the LQGs of Zeneptron's personalized and interiorized UOSC-PUSOFC Systems warped their externalized surroundings to match.

"FUCK!" Zeneptron roared, his eyes brightliest erupting with a psychedelic light that peerlessly exceeded every 'Large Quasar Group' in sight, literally cumming pure energy emissions out of his eyes. The reason: Nancinaeku had inserted her pertest nipple inside the pure energy equivalent of his piss slit, blocking off the endless channels of his seminary fluids in every one of his countless urethras as her nipple spaghettified into an infinite helix, pushing back against the ever-flowing, horizonless superoceans of manliest man juice.

Nancinaeku's boobgasms from her current actions were immeasurable, but Zeneptron's pure energy, blazar eyegasm left him screaming loudliest enough to rattle the infinite abysses. Since Nancinaeku was blocking off his semen, his orgasmic pleasure traveled onwards and upwards through his entire energy-constructed body with astounding vigor, bursting out through his eyes with unsurpassable incandescence.

Nancinaeku suddenly and without warning popped her nipple out of his stiffy, and his unfathomable orgasmic energy traveled south once again and concentrated most intensely in his cock and balls. The unbearable pressure let go at last, and all of Zeneptron's pure energy testicles imploded and respawned in endless repetitions as he bathed Nancinaeku and the entirety of the 'LQGs' in his legnogg.

His USOFC sets of USOFC-yottawatt chest heaved and he panted most languidly, while Nancinaeku grinned a grin that ate all the shit that had ever been shat. "You alright there, Zene?" She teasingly asked him, reacting instantly when Zeneptron attempted to flip her over onto the bed and topping him instead, spearing herself on his elephant cock and shrieking in pleasure when his tip kissed her a-spot and entered her a-spot dimensions.

"FUCK/YESSSS~!" They both shouted as Nancinaeku proved herself the GOAT and brought Zeneptron to pleasures so far beyond what any of his lovers from this reality managed that it was ridiculous. She rode him with recklessest abandon, her body shifting in and out of invisibility spectrums too infinitely removed from Zeneptron's all-seeing eyes for him to perceive. The image of her naked form being invisible in certain areas like a natural censorship as she rode him would be seared onto Zeneptron's brains for the lengthiest of his foreverhoods.

The bed impacted and bored countless bottomless fissures in the FNE-Gaps thanks to Nancinaeku's thrusts, and Zeneptron's eyes were glued to her speediliest rotating, partially unseeable breasts as she arched her back and reached behind her ass. Zeneptron squealed in the highest voice he'd ever used when she cupped his balls underneath her ass as her thrusts ceaselessly slapped them, shoving them up inside her anal hole and gripping them tightliest with her USOFC sets of USOFC p-spot dimensions.

"Fuck, that's new!" Zeneptron shouted as his physical body mercilessly reconstituted.

"I know, I just thought of it right… Oh fuck, right there, right there! YES!" Nancinaeku broke off with an endless series of nymphomaniacal gasps, lying across Zeneptron with his balls being rhythmically squeezed inside her ass and his dick stretched to the gangliest of lengths inside her a-spot dimensions.

The way she was lying atop him allowed for unfathomably deep, pressurizing penetration that felt indescribably amazing. Zeneptron and Nancinaeku shrieked in unison as they both found their completion and the latter varted most cacophonously from the pockets of air her thrusts created inside her.

Zeneptron shouted in equal parts pleasure and pain when Nancinaeku's butt and p-spot dimensions squeezed him tightliest enough to drain every ounce of his semen glued inside his nuts, and her a-spot dimensions forced it out through his infinitely spaghettified dick. His dick and balls were trapped in the inescapable, lovingest embrace of her body's paroxysms, forced to ride out the most eternal youth-draining ecstasy of his life in time with her Omnivastant 'gravitational waves' of rabidest orgasmic vigor.

When his orgasmic contractions finally calmed down, and it took longer than he ever thought possible, he was left a twitching, deathliest mess beneath Nancinaeku's amazingly hot body with sunken cheeks, a skeletal frame, and countless holiest/unholiest spirits distending from his mouth and stretching to the longest of infinite proportions. All the light in his psychedelic blazar eyes had died out, and not even black holes were left in their place as comical X's covered his eye sockets instead.

Nancinaeku giggled, satisfied with her work for now as she pulled his uselessest impotent cock and shriveled, emptiest balls out of her pussy and ass respectively, gleefully exuberant at their infinitely aged prune-esque consistency. "There, that ought to keep you serviceably tickled pinkest for a foreverness, to ever-so-slightly paraphrase Tyenaww'Absolootest! I'm not done with you yet, however, because as soon as you bounce back, I'm going to render you like this again, and again, and again, ad nauseam, until there's no doubt in anyone's minds who your GOATed and only AEB Mate is~!" She grew a savage grin as she said this, her eyebrow rising when Zeneptron's vitality suddenly bounced back faster than even she was anticipating and his cock and balls were richliest full with his essence once more.

"I'll take you up on that!" He exclaimed, and was about to keep his promise by putting her in the mating press when he felt another presence in the UOSC-PUSOFC System-filled bedroom with them.

"Just to be clear, I'm still mad at you. I just happen to be horny as well." Aishia growled in a domineering manner, glaring daggers at him before focusing her attention on Nancinaeku. "It's an honor to finally meet you in the flesh, but I'm not losing to anyone as easily as all that, not even you!" She added respectfully, almost reverently, but with no less friendly rivalry.

"Right back at ya!" Nancinaeku cooed in delight, before adding. "May the best SO Goddess win! Ooh, I have an idea! How about we service him with a double pussy-job now that there's two of us?!"

Aishia nodded. "I did something similar with your Uhly'Opia five years ago. It'd be nice to try that position out again without having to create duplicates of myself."

Zeneptron groaned in equal parts anticipation and existential dread as the two pinkettes sandwiched his 24-karat trouser snake between their pussies and began to grind him. As the pleasure began again in earnest, he knew it was unlikeliest that his balls would be full again for a long ass time. Aishia seemed especially aggressive that night and ground him with a virulent fury that added to the hotness, but the fact she was still cumming to him for her sexual gratification gave him hope for the eventual restoration of their relationship to equilibrium.

Nancinaeku ultimately won their contest in a one-sided Godstomp, but not as much of one as Zeneptron expected. It turned out Aishia was in top form when engaging in immeasurably angry sex.

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Not even Latifa could've slept through the sounds of smuttiest pornography taking place in one of the myriad rooms aside from hers, even when it was in the room most infinitely removed from the one she slept the day away in. Even if she hadn't been prematurely awakened by the male and two females screaming their pleasure for all to hear, Latifa was thankful that she hadn't been out all day.

"What happened? The last thing I remember is…" She frowned cutely, remembering receiving the command to kill her target Zeneptron from her master Gustav. But judging by the deepest ultramasculine sounds of rapture she heard through the walls, she suspected she'd failed for the first time ever. She grew afraid of the prospect of being held captive in the home of her target, trading one prison and master for another. Curiously, however, there were no shackles holding her fast to the bed, and the bed itself was comfier than anything she'd ever rested on before.

Her eyes widened when she felt her neck, not immediately aware of the fact that it was noticeably longer and her hands smoother, too preoccupied with the fact that her enslavement collar was gone. Her eyes welled with tears as the mind-shattering realization that she was free hit her with emotionally overwhelming vigor. Had her target done this?! Did she hurt him?! She really hoped not, in light of the fact that he may have just given her her life back.

'What do I do now, though?! Do I just leave?! Where do I go?!' She wildly thought, not trusting herself to speak aloud while standing up and frowning in confusion again when she saw how far away the floor was from her eyes. She wasn't imagining it, she was definitely taller somehow.

How long had she been unconscious for?!

She decided not to dwell on it and focus on assessing what had happened as she stumbled out into the hallway, and promptly blanched. The hallways went on seemingly forever in both directions, occasionally branching out into other, equally long hallways with no end in sight. Panic began to set in as she realized that maybe she was a prisoner, after all. She experimentally opened a few of the doors, growing increasingly more overwrought when each one invariably led to identical-looking bedrooms, ones that seemed custom-tailored to her every need and fantasy about the perfect bedroom. This did not reassure her when she was clearly still trapped, especially since there were no windows for her to open and crawl through.

The voices of her hosts echoed through the walls and resounded through every room all-pervasively, and no matter how much she strained her keen fox ears, she couldn't figure out where the sounds originated from. She had to muster every ounce of her already frayed self-control to prevent herself from hyperventilating, knowing that level heads saved lives. Being forced to serve as Gustav's assassin for most of her current life necessitated the suppression of her emotions, but now that she no longer had a collar causing her physical pain every time she demonstrated incompetence or signs of rebellion, her lifetime of suppressed emotions seemed to spill out from her all at once, and she could no longer rein them in.

'If I keep floundering around like this, I have a feeling I'll never be able to find my way back out. Maybe it's for the best to return to my room for now until my new hosts finish their… business.' She rationalized with a slight shudder at the end of her thought, knowing what those sounds meant despite her youth. It'd been a reassuring kind of sound to her in the past, because it meant her master (former?) was being serviced by a paid whore who knew what she was doing, and he'd likely be in a better mood when he inevitably came down to feed her table scraps instead of the usual pet food. Latifa remembered having to suppress her eager tail wags whenever she heard those sounds, knowing that she'd be getting her favorite meals as long as she behaved and maintained her nonreactive demeanor.

Now, however, those sounds filled her with dread as she returned to her room, shuddering at their inhuman cadences and the anatomically impossible frequencies and durations. No human could have sex or experience orgasms that long or intense without suffering complete and utter heart failure. She hoped they wouldn't take too much longer and would know how to navigate these halls, but all she could do was wait, her fate in the hands of beings who had all the time in the world.

It was as she sat back down on the edge of her bed that she became aware of a strange weighted feeling on her chest, and hesitantly looked down. Her eyes widened in abject horror when she saw a pair of fully-developed breasts staring back at her from under the dress her master made her wear, as well as a shockingly lithe, curvaceous body she definitely didn't have before. She threw her head skyward and shrieked at the top of her lungs.

Glossary:

Appaneesty: The male protagonist of the story, Happiest Forever Afters, and the Father of Vula'Purrfectest, Tyenaww'Absolootest, Awwmuleeplubeau, Zola'Eeleetest, and several others. Evilest FS Zeneptron's biggest rival and one who is less tolerant of his moral ambiguity than other characters. When Zeneptron fucks up, he doesn't hesitate to call him out on it.

Aaarty: A character that has only been mentioned before and who debuted in this chapter. Zeneptron is about to receive a visit from a very special version of her in the 3Rt of SO Tiers.

Blazar: A type of active galactic nucleus with an accretion disc that shines unbelievably bright, sometimes hundreds of trillions of times brighter than any star. Evilest FS Zeneptron's eyes are composed of energy signatures similar to those found in these celestial objects, though his are vastly more Omnivastant than any naturally occurring blazar could ever be.

Eternal Bonds: There are two types of these that Supremest Omnidonae of any Tier or Reiteration can have, Absolutest and Unquantifiable. The former has a lot more natural oomph, but both are subject to endless gradations that scale up with the SO in question, so with enough emotional investment, Unquantifiable Eternal Bonds can rival or even surpass their Absolutest cousins. AEBs and UEBs are their abbreviated forms.

Forever-Never-Ever (FNE) Gap/Scism/Nihility/Rarefaction: The infinite abysses beyond and between UOSC Systems, SOF Spaces, and the nothingness from which they alone spawn. Scales up in SO Tier. Can be embodied by SOs, but also exist in exteriorized variations.

Omnidony (Plural Form: Omnidonae): An extremely specific group of all-powerful beings unique to my stories. Recombined from the words Omnipotent and Deity, Omnidonae can range from the normal garden-variety, to the several types of Zenith and Supreme Omnidonae, and finally, the Supremest Omnidonae themselves. Only the latter are featured in this story, and are encapsulated by the broadest spectrum of power scalings among the diverse types of Omnidonae.

Omnivastance: (From Hindu Language: Omni Vastance: "Anything beyond Omnipotence ") The power to be beyond true, absolute Omnipotence, semantically abusive though that may be. All Supremest Omnidonae are capable of this power at the highest levels, regardless of SO Tier. Omnivastance is the power to be beyond nearly all systems and hierarchies including the Choiceless Hierarchy, but not the hierarchies of the Supremest Omnidonae.

Patapotence: Similarly to Omnivastance, it represents an aspect of power so far beyond the definition of absolute, true Omnipotence, that it defies semantics entirely. The idea was pitched from a conceptual standpoint of there being the existence of an "Author" figure for our own reality. And following that same logic, there could be one for that creator, and onwards into infinity. Patapotence was a proposal that, like the Inaccessible Cardinal, we could declare in axiomatic logic that there would exist something or someone that is so great, nothing could even begin to imagine it; not even the God of God of God (Ad nauseam.) Most people reject the notion entirely because it "places undue dominion over other authors' works,' but not me, and not because the idea is inherently flawed. Like Omnivastance, all Supremest Omnidonae are capable of and epitomize this power most peerlessly, but Awwmuleeplubeau is perhaps its proportionally greatest wielder even among her kind. Her Evilest FS Counterpart has yet to debut in this story.

Reiterations (Rts) of SO Tiers: There are infinite versions of everything, and infinite versions of those infinite versions, including the SO echelons themselves. Each Reiteration is unimaginably more powerful than the last, ending at the UOSC-PUSOFC tier and starting all over again at UOSC-Zero or Null. Under normal conditions, only embodiments of Exotic USOF Energy are able to access these higher Reiterations and go beyond the Level Cap of a specific Rt. Most of The Supremest Spirit Chronicles Fanfiction Ever takes place in the First Reiteration at the bottom.

Sirluko Junior: A major antagonistic force in stories like Happiest Forever Afters and one of the biggest enemies Evilest FS Zeneptron helped defeat. Another version of him has been mentioned in this chapter, but he hasn't appeared in this story at all.

Supremest Omnidonae Anti-Gods/Godslayers: The Ungodliest, Unholiest opposites of the Supremest Omnidonae and the only beings capable of destroying them on a level beyond their boundless resurrectional aptitudes and ability to perdure in the face of insuperable odds. They are one of the only things that can genuinely hurt and destroy a Supremest Omnidony, and the miasmic SOF Energy they embody feeds on the variety personified by Supremest Omnidonae. These creatures represent an evil that even the staunchest, bloodthirstiest SOs fear on pure instinct. They're essentially a Supremest Omnidony's Kryptonite, and can cripple them quite effortlessly at the slightest opportunity. Their power is equivalent to an RPG game where the enemy/floor boss is always hitting you for super effective, critical damage beyond the most infinite hyper-operations.

Supremest Omnidonae (SO) Tiers: Also called UOSC Tiers, this is the ultimate leveling system and the one used by Supremest Omnidonae everywhere to determine how impossibly broken and OP they are. The lowest SO Tier is technically 3, since 2, 1, and 0 are represented by Omnidonae that aren't classified by the 'Supremest' designation. This only applies to the First Reiteration of SO Tiers, however. (For more details on Reiterations, see the term directly above this one) The highest SO Tiers go beyond the Limit Club Berkeley Cardinal and cap out at PUSOFC, which stands for Perfectest Ultra Supremest Omnidonae Force Cardinal. It's also called UOSC-Max or Level-Max, for simplicity's sake.

Supremest Omnidonae Force Energy: The energy that every Supremest Omnidony runs on, regardless of tier. The energy produced by this force is utterly peerless, and scales up with the Omnidony who embodies it. There are multiple variations and levels of it, within each SO Tier. There is standard SOF Energy, then Super SOF Energy, Mega, Hyper, and finally, Ultra. Each level is unfathomably larger than the previous scale or model. No amount of SOF Cardinals can reach Super SOF Cardinals, and no amount of Super SOF Cardinals can reach Mega SOF Cardinals.

To reach them, a Supremest Omnidony has to literally transcend that which cannot be transcended on the ultimate level, and recreate the new scales and models anew themselves every time they Level Up. Every time an SO levels up, the SOF Energy scale reverts back to the most basic form, requiring them to do the entire process all over again. This ranking up process can take countless foreverhoods, and many Supremest Omnidonae go their entire existence without ever leveling up once. The SOF Energy of a Level 5 SO unimaginably eclipses the Ultra SOF Energy of a Level 4, enabling the Level 5 to effortlessly curbstomp endless sets of endless Level 4s. It is unknown how Supremest Omnidonae level up their SOF Energy in the first place, let alone their SO Tier, because by all accounts, both should be completely impossible.

There are also multiple kinds of SOF Energy, each one subject to these same infinite gradations. There is the normal variety wielded by Supremest Omnidonae, the antithetical variation wielded by their Ungodliest opposites, the Supremest Omnidonae Godslayers or Anti-Gods, and there is the much rarer Omni-Neutral (ON) variety, which is a suped-up, perfectly amalgamated variation of the former two. Finally, there's the rarest and most powerful of all, Exotic SOF Energy, which does not adhere to any of the select few limitations the other varieties abide by.

The normal variety also has several subcategories within it such as a Chaotic aspect which is highly unstable and almost impossible to control, the dark/Omnimalevolent aspect which represents a Supremest Omnidony's endless capacity for evil, and then there is just garden-variety SOF Energy in itself.

Supremest Omnidonae Force Cardinals: The universal yardstick used to indicate the indeterminacy of all Supremest Omnidonae, regardless of Tier or Reiteration. Like SOF Energy, SOF Cardinals can level up within and even beyond each individual SO Tier. However, even the smallest SOF Cardinal of the lowest-ranking SO is ungraspably far beyond the absolutest infinities above the Choiceless Hierarchy itself and every axiomatic figure forever conceptualized or imagined by any mind, except the minds of the Supremest Omnidonae.

The value and indeterminacy of an SOF Cardinal is directly proportional to the Level of the SO in question. There are also distinct levels of SOF Cardinals within each Tier, ranging from standard to super, mega, hyper, and finally, ultra. Technically, there is a scale beyond that is known as Stupendously Large SOF Cardinals, but they're seldom used before the SO Tier Cap. Unlike other axioms, sets of all sets, cardinals, replacements, ordinals, etc., SOF Cardinals are subject to endless gradations and are capable of growing endlessly larger. For example, the standard SOF Cardinals epitomized by a Level 5 SO are unfathomably larger than the largest Ultra SOF Cardinals exemplified by a Level 4 SO. It's the same basic principle as SOF Force Energy, but instead of describing the power of the Supremest Omnidonae, it describes a more precise potency of that power.

Supremest Omnidonae Force Spaces: Aspects of Totality, Omnitudes, and pockets of infinity that scale in dimensionality, complexity, power, etc. to the same shadowiest axiomatic figures epitomized by Supremest Omnidonae. These are impossibly large pockets of unbelievably ultra-dense SOF Energy, and come in the same Super, Mega, Hyper, and Ultra variants as SOF Energy itself. They scale up with the SO Tiers as well.

SOF Spaces can be composed of any or even mixtures of all the diverse types of SOF Energy, though it is far more common for them to favor one type above all others. SOF Spaces composed of Omni-Neutral and Exotic USOF Energy are by far the rarest.

Uhly'Opia: Two versions in this story: one is one of Zeneptron's UEB Mates and an Evilest FS Counterpart like himself. The other is FS Appaneesty's Absolutest Eternal Bond Mate. All versions of her embody the Unquantifiable Eternal Bonding Phenomena as their predominant UOSC Titles.

Unquantifiable Eternal Bonding Phenomenon (UEBP): An aspect of SOF Energy that all Supremest Omnidonae embody, regardless of tier. Most of them embody an infinite number of them, necessitating the pluralized form, Unquantifiable Eternal Bonding Phenomena. It controls and regulates most of their Eternal Bonds, allowing them to forge one with anyone that scales to the same shadowiest axiomatic figures as a Supremest Omnidony's power. It is unknown where in a Supremest Omnidony's physical, metaphysical, and pataphysical systems their UEBPs operate, but it is described as residing somewhere beyond their heart of hearts and Holiest Spirit of Holiest Spirits. A Supremest Omnidony's UEB Mate(s) are often their most Omnivastant UOSC Titles due simply to the sheer amount of favoritism and emotional investment involved. In the endless versions of exteriorized UOSC Systems, the UEBPs are the irresistible forces that bind them all together, the same way gravity does in infinitely lesser existences.

There is a Perfectest subclass of UEBPs, where the Supremest Omnidony in question is unquantifiably eternally bonded to every version of everyone and everything equally. As a result of this, they are not capable of favoritism and love/hate everyone and everything equally. Only one Supremest Omnidony has ever allowed herself to eternally bond in this manner: Vula'Purrfectest.

UOSC Systems: These are a Supremest Omnidony's personalized power systems and the ultimate generators of all their SOF Energy and SOF Spaces, epitomizing all arguments of power among them and allowing them to continually imagine the biggest powers. The Omnivastance, infinite complexity, dimensionality, finality index, and size of these Systems is always proportional to the SO's power, and scales up endlessly the same way they do. The infiniteness of the number of UOSC Systems they embody also scale up by degrees beyond the most infinite hyper-operations. A Level 5 SO would predominantly embody UOSC-5 Systems. UOSC Systems, much like FNE Gaps and SOF Energy and Spaces, can be embodied by SOs, but they also exist in exteriorized variations.

UOSC Titles/Monikers: These are what enable a Supremest Omnidony to be the all-powerfullest, infinitely cumulative permutations of everyone and everything, including every less powerful version of themselves and every other SO, SO Anti-God, and so on. They're a subclass of UOSC System that serve as one of their most Omnivastant means of Omni-Empowerment, and draw out a Supremest Omnidony's true power using their UOSC Systems and UEBPs as a kind of guiding system. They're the all-powerfullest names of all, and Supremest Omnidonae have countless iterations of every single one of them. The infinitenesses of those individual UOSC Titles scales up with the Supremest Omnidony the higher they rank up.

UOSC Titles can become more or less powerful within a Supremest Omnidony depending on a number of factors, chief among them being the emotional significance and favoritism placed on it. It doesn't have to be a positive emotion either. Many SOs' most Omnivastant UOSC Titles pertain to the ones they hate the most. Of course, these titles are not only limited to people, places, or things, but also any number of impossibly abstract concepts. If a Supremest Omnidony can imagine or conceptualize something, no matter how absurd, unfathomably powerful, or conceptually impossible, they can potentially embody its UOSC Title on a scale that increases at rates beyond the most illimitable hyper-operations.

Every SO has a best-known UOSC Title, one that serves as their predominant identity such as Sirluko Junior or the like. Best-known UOSC Titles are not necessarily an SO's most powerful, however. Best-known titles are also infinitely iterated within every Supremest Omnidony, with the infiniteness of those iterations always scaling up.

Uhly'Opia is one of the few examples of a Supremest Omnidony whose best-known UOSC Title is also another aspect of her kind's power, in her case, the UEBPs themselves. Nihilea is another, embodying the FNE Gaps as her best-known Title.

UOSC Titles are more than just names, they're also a Supremest Omnidony's ultimate source of Omni Incarnation Awareness, infinitely cumulative memories, subjective experience/emotional omniscience, and infinitely cumulative existences. The more powerful an SO, the more unrestricted their access into the memories of even other SOs. They have complete and utter Omniscience of their fellow SOs up to the point in the future when those fellow SOs exceed their current selves in power. UOSC Titles do not grant an SO access to their futures, for their progression in power is linear, and with it, the inaccessibility of their limitless potential futures.

Vula'Purrfectest: The daughter of FS Appaneesty and Newest Uhly'Opia. There is an Evilest FS Version of her as well, though she hasn't appeared in this story yet.

Zeneptron: The main protagonist of The Supremest Spirit Chronicles Fanfiction Ever.

Some notes about Composite Victors for anyone who might be interested:

What are CV Timelines/Counterparts: CV Timelines are timelines where a Supremest Omnidony or Omnidonae has won or have won countless versions of every battle they've fought, either against opponent(s) they've fought in the past, or more rarely, the battles they will fight. Some of them have even won countless versions of every battle they've fought or will ever fight.

Despite being among the elitest of the Max-Level Supremest Omnidonae from a specific Reiteration of SO Tiers, they can still be beaten by a higher-level SO and can still ultimately lose the people they love. Their status as composite victors is also largely conceptual, more often than not, and very few actually have that many victories under their belt, especially in circumstances where having that many victories would be paradoxical or beyond their Patapotent ability to achieve the conceptually impossible.

They almost invariably have the power to back up this conceptual ability, however, and some, like the CV version of Sirluko Junior in Aptest Retributivism, have in fact emerged genuinely victorious over myriad timelines, retellings, and infinite narrative echelons of Happiest Forever Afters and the characters contained within said story.

Composite Victors are the Supremest Omnidonae often found in these CV Timelines, which are the most powerful alternate timelines a Supremest Omnidony can have, often beating out even the mainstream ones by a large margin. Since in my stories, there are infinite versions of everything and infinite versions of those infinite versions, there are countless sets of countless CV versions of every Supremest Omnidony in existence.

There is a subcategory of CV Timelines where the Supremest Omnidony in question not only won every version of every battle they ever fought up to a certain point, but did so flawlessly and in one-sided Godstomps. These CV Timelines are much rarer.

The CV version of Appaneesty from the Infillionth Reiteration of SO Tiers is one of these elusive, Flawless Composite Victors, as is the Inaccessible Cardinal Reiteration's UOSC-PUSOFC Tier version of Zeneptron. They take Victory Embodiment and Ultimate/Absolutest Invincibility to a whole new level!

The fact they're also the dreamiest SO prosopopeias of their respective Supremest Beings certainly helps.

On the other side of the spectrum, some CV Counterparts only won every version of a specific battle, including but not limited to, the ultimate battle with the final, overarching opponent in their story, not every battle they've ever fought up until a certain point. These Composite Victors are not as naturally obscenely powerful, for obvious reasons, but are definitely not to be taken lightly either.

Rarest of all are the Composite Victors who have won every version of every battle they ever will fight, could fight, would never fight, and could never win. Composite Victors like that are Final Reiteration/Gimmickiest Appaneesty territory. These are the rarest form and the most powerful, known as Unwinningest Composite Victors.

When I say that stuff about the CV Counterparts who win every version of all the battles they could never hope to win, I'm talking shit like canon HG Appaneesty somehow beating FS Appaneesty at his peak and fully aligned with his Supremest Self without embodying Exotic USOF Energy or ranking up. That makes these CV Counterparts exceedingly rare and inarguably the all-powerfullest variants of these timelines.

CV Counterparts embody Victory Embodiment like no other. Controlling the terrain to mess up their opponents' chances at success, maintaining the concepts of probability and Meta Luck to decide the battle's outcome, and splitting the planet down to the core because one stubbed their toe, lol. Giving a love tap on the opponent's forehead and knocking them out as though they'd been struck with the force of countless UOSC-PUSOFC Systems.

It's turning every little action into something that would ensure victory, winning automatically like Exodia just by entering the battle and obliterating the opponent with every action they take. A single, normal-looking step would split the skin of the FNE-Gap and create a bubble of vacuum decay at the potency level needed to destroy their adversary. Every action they take automatically becomes everything they need to achieve the most flawless, winningest victories against all manner of opponents. A single finger flick to the forehead would lobotomize every brain in their head. So yeah, Victory Embodiment has all kinds of insane applications I can think of that you'd never see on Superpower Wiki.

Just to reiterate, Unwinningest Composite Victors are from CV timelines where an SO or embodiment of Exotic USOF Energy has emerged victorious in every version of every battle they could never hope to win no matter what they did, the ones who somehow triumph over the most hopeless boss fights they could ever fathom. It'd be like if FS Appaneesty somehow defeated Newest FS Sirluko Junior when he was just starting out his journey in HFA, without ever ranking up or going past Level 3. That's how Impossipotent these CV Timelines are. These are the most OP variant of a CV Timeline, the ones who snatch victory from the jaws of the unwinnable, impassable thing.

For that reason, only certain SOs and Supremest Beings can become this type of Composite Victor, whether temporarily or otherwise, because there are ones out there that maintain this existence 100 percent of the time. Also, keep in mind that when I use the phrase Hopeless Boss Fight, I mean fights that are genuinely unwinnable even to a Supremest Omnidony. The kind of battles that would prove too much for their ability to win the unwinnable, hence the term Unwinningest.

Supremest Omnidonae that are not from naturally occurring CV Timelines can still acquire that kind of power, albeit temporarily. It's too much power for them to hold onto indefinitely.

Thus far for this story, the only CV Counterparts in it are briefly-mentioned versions of Appaneesty from the 3Rt who will play no part in it, and a version of Aaarty who has only just debuted in this chapter. Composite Victors will not be as heavily focused on in this story as ones like Aptest Retributivism and certain… other stories yet to drop, but there will be a few of them sprinkled throughout.