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IM/DC Chapter 240
🕑 Added 2024-12-08 18:04:10 +0000 UTCOne month later…
“Push! Push!” The doctor encouraged Natasha. I couldn’t help but shake from emotion as I held the first baby in my hands. It was crazy. I fought against the embodiment of Satan, became the richest person in the world, and had started my galactic empire but I couldn’t help but shake from my children being born in this world.
Natasha wanted to have the children naturally instead of just letting me pull them out of her body by manipulating her biomass around the babies. Every few minutes I’d recheck my daughter and make sure there was nothing wrong with her. I might have had a deep-rooted fear that something bad was going to happen to them now that they were born.
I was waiting for the shoe to drop, things had gone perfectly for me for almost a year now, and I knew they were ready to throw some comic bullshit in my direction now that I had a family. I should have prepared better. If I had just buckled down and got the last bit of power, I should have killed more villains so nothing bad could have happened. After this is over I should proactively hunt the remaining villains down who might hurt them.
I heard her soft voice. “Trade me.” At some point while I was worrying she had my little boy. I’m glad her sister was here doing the camera work because I was way too prone to getting stuck in my own head and would have missed it. I went through the motions and traded her babies. God, I wish I wasn’t such a neurotic mess. The first thing I did was check him for any health complications.
I couldn’t look away from his eyes. I made this little fucker. At some point, I began crying and let it happen. Was this the first time in this world I cried tears of joy? I couldn’t remember, I just got lost in the moment. Today this was all that mattered. I’d worry about everything else after today.
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The past month I was not only busy with preparing for my children to be born but also working on a galactic force to help stabilize Darkseid’s territory. The plan was to make clones to lead the bulk of my symbiotic armies. I was starting out small but over time I would expand. The clones were made from a mixture of my DNA, Kryptonian, Czarian, and whatever alien race that clone would be sent to.
They didn’t have all of my abilities, but they were far stronger and harder to kill than most people in the universe. Add on their endosym armor, infinity lantern ring, lightsaber, and golem armor and each clone could fight toe to toe with Thanos. The galactic force was only seven hundred strong, one hundred of each infinity stone at the moment but it would expand to much larger numbers.
Seven hundred would become seven thousand if they did a good enough job. I wasn’t going to expand out of control and make a bunch of infinitely evolving horny superbeings to rule over all the planets. They were sterile because of that and I made sure that they didn’t have any ability to absorb power as they were already ridiculously strong as is.
My businesses were doing well without my input, which was nice. The rich got richer and that did involve me. I had diversified what I did outside the starting companies I had and had grown into pretty much every type of business possible. Food, clothes, watches, glasses, rings, planes, trains, and possible space travel. That was what I was working on more than anything else.
Reverse engineering the ships I saw throughout the universe, I knew I could make something better. Having gigantic warp gates that teleported you across the galaxy wasn’t something so farfetched in my mind and was completely possible if I kept working on it. Soon, not only would Earth go through a space boom but the rest of the universe would also be able to get around much easier than they ever could before.
Expanding from the richest person on the planet to the richest person in the universe was the next step in my goals. That was what life was about, setting goals to accomplish and living life to the fullest in between accomplishing them. I was going to slow down on the number of women I slept with soon… It was starting to get overwhelming.
Every second of my spare time was spent answering booty calls and taking care of the women who were already pregnant. At some point, it came out how many baby mommas I had, and even as the richest person on the planet that was still frowned upon by most people. Most women wanted to know how they could get in on that action and many of my known houses had lines of women waiting for me to return to them.
It really put into perspective how little I thought things through at the beginning. I was about to be the father to like… Thousands of babies over the next year. Freaking out over my children would kill me if I worried about it too much. While the babies born so far were fine they did have a leg up on normal humans. The mixture of USS in both our bodies made them stronger than the other babies.
My powers didn’t bleed over to them, at least the first set of children didn’t. I would have to keep track and make sure it wasn’t just my first babies that got unlucky. I remember when I first made them I was worried they wouldn’t get any and now I only see it as a blessing. If there were thousands of me running around in a few decades the world would be far too small for all of our egos.
It might take months for their powers to manifest, they could get none, some, or all of the powers I had when I impregnated Black Widow. I would just have to keep an eye out for it. Zander and Melina were definitely smarter than other babies. It was only a few days since they were born and they were already up and crawling around spitting out baby babble.
I knew they were going to be stronger and smarter but it was worrying how fast they were growing out of normal baby behaviors. Soon they’d be up walking and speaking and after that who knew how fast they’d grow. I was worried about the future but also more content than I had ever been in either of my lives. If I died right now I still would feel satisfied from what I accomplished so far.
The difference I felt was stunning compared to the apathy I felt when I first arrived. I went from not caring if I died to being so fulfilled that I wouldn’t mind dying… It was nice. I cuddled up to Natasha, she took the babies out earlier to get them used to the outside world and they both handled it like champs. She looked exhausted from being a mother but also just as content as me.
We formed a protective shell as we both fell asleep with our two children between us.
