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IM/DC Chapter 241
🕑 Added 2024-12-09 14:37:06 +0000 UTCOne year later…
Humanity was now a spacefaring race. I dragged them kicking and screaming into space, which was good for our planet because there was a huge boom of children from the safer environment the planet had. Who would have guessed when you aren’t worried about getting held hostage by a clown with a fish that breathes out poisonous gas you get busy more often?
Stabilizing Darkseid’s territory took up most of my time. First, I had to prove I was as strong if not stronger than the man I was going to replace. That started the ball rolling on many of the factions coming back under my control, killing Kalibak and Steppenwolf was the next thing I did. Kalibak was still recovering from the poison which had put him into a coma. I wasn’t giving him the chance to wake up.
Steppenwolf put up a decent fight, at least until I went higher than ten percent of my power. He had more experience in fighting which made up for my better speed and mental processing. I could think faster but fighting was so ingrained in him he could unconsciously block my attacks until I moved faster and faster overwhelming him.
Brainiac and Ultron came back. They went through the same process as Nimrod and became female robots devoted to me. I didn’t even need to fight them, he was hidden from my scans and powers so I couldn’t until he revealed himself. The moment he tried to tap into Earth's internet, Hestia fucked him up. She had only fought Nimrod to stress test her body, which turned out to be a stress test for Nimrod instead.
It turned out the best stress test for them was having sex with me. I was also now the proud father of 16748 children. At some point around the third time I was waiting for one of my wives to give birth, I realized how boring the birth of your babies was. I was all hyped for it the first few times but… Waiting eight hours for one of my women to pop out two babies I could pull out of their body in seconds with no hassle really started to grate on me.
It was like every woman wanted to prove she was a woman by having the children naturally and every single woman wanted me to be there for the entire process. At some point, I had to go kill one of the villains with the duplication power just so I wouldn’t spend every second awake in a hospital waiting for children to be born.
Duplication was an insidious power. The more you used it the more it made problems seem trivial. Why worry about protecting the universe when I could just make a couple of clones of myself and send them off to defend it? Because that is an incredibly bad idea. I purposely nerfed the power only allowing the clones to survive for twenty-four hours. The clones also had a scaled-back set of my powers. I was only going to use my clones for trivial problems and the memories I got back from my clones were also tapered down to only the important bits.
Some of my children had powers. Some were born with them while others were only stronger than base human because of the USS both their parents had when they were conceived. You don’t realize how creepy some powers are until you have a baby begging for milk telepathically at just two weeks old. There were some mishaps because of this but I mainly left it to the mom of the children to discipline them if they had powers that could corrupt them.
The mothers seemed to play a much larger role in whether or not the children got powers in the end. At least until I gained my divinity, then my children were born technical demigods from then on. It gave my children born after I gained divinity a huge advantage. I couldn’t possibly gift my powers to every child of mine that didn’t have any. So it just so happened that luck and who I slept with first played a big part in the powers our children received.
Natasha didn’t mind; she loved them unconditionally. In fact, she was just about ready to give birth to our second set of children. She wanted a big family, and I planned on giving her one. She was still the one I trusted the most. I probably loved Raven the most and lusted after Wonder Woman more than any of my other women. While the women were being strengthened, I found another thing my powers were doing to them.
They all stopped aging and some were even getting younger every time we had sex. I guess as dual cultivation evolved into immortal cultivation, it changed to affect the lifespan of my sexual partners. I had broken up with about fifty of the women I was sleeping with. We were just in different places in life and being part of a mega-harem like mine came with its own set of problems and some women didn’t want to have to share someone else's love.
I could feel the restricting chains placed upon the universe slowly start to weaken. Not only was the plot armor of everyone slowly fading, but I felt that soon I’d be able to resurrect the dead and perhaps travel through time or to alternate dimensions. It was only a matter of time now and I was waiting for it. Things had mostly settled down so… I could go on an alternate dimension quest I wanted to do for a while.
I wanted to bed the goddesses and bedding the other dimensional beings should be a nice way to pass the time. I was starting to get excited thinking about it. One last trip before settling down again until all the restrictions are removed, then I’d go wild again in other universes. Showing up and pimp slapping the Injustice universe Superman or Crime Syndicate Ultraman I choose my hero name from sounded like it would be extremely fun.
“Yoohoo! Come join us at the pool hubby!” I heard Harley yell from outside as I was lost in thought thinking about all I accomplished over the past year. As I opened the sliding glass door I looked over all my beautiful wives who lived with me here at the mansion. I had another five mansions like this one, each with about twenty women inside. It was exhausting to constantly bounce to and from every girl's house so this was a pretty decent halfway point they all agreed on. I wanted them to all live together on an island but ‘fuck island’ was turned down by most of them.
I couldn’t help but run and do a cannonball making the girls sitting at the edge of the pool squeal as the water splashed on them ruining their sunbathing. The kids must have been being taken care of on the other side of the mansion because most were going topless. When the beauties had their breasts out like this, it only meant one thing.
It was baby-making time. I playfully splashed the girls in the pool as Ivy and Harley started a game of chicken. Chicken became a splash fight became me chasing Harley for taking it too far became pool sex. I didn’t let my clones have sex but I could still make more of me from the same body. I was selfish in that way, the clones could send back feelings but it still felt a step too far in my opinion. I was already overdoing it on the children I had… Maybe in a thousand years, I’d feel different, but I’d see how I feel then.
