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IM/DC Chapter 72
🕑 Added 2024-04-30 19:20:33 +0000 UTCI thought of a few ways how this could play out and every way ended up with Victor dead, enslaved to me or making a deal with a higher power for protection. The best course of action would be to kill him but the moment I kill this doombot he’ll be alerted and I don’t have a portal to Latveria.
I could massively fuck him up and injure him permanently with his soul but that puts me at risk of being targeted for revenge. The soul magic he’s been using must have strengthened his soul but carving away chunks of it like he has takes time repairing itself and can leave frayed edges for a very long time that are hard to heal.
That was actually one of the ways to strengthen your soul. Shaving off small portions or being dealt soul damage that doesn’t dissipate the soul will strengthen it slowly over time. Using parts of souls as energy was a quick and dirty way to use magic without knowing how to use magic. That’s what most of the enchanted items are made out of and how many of the magicians use any forms of magic.
Who needs extremely expensive magically enchanted materials when some random guy's soul can make up the difference? There are many uses for a soul or even part of a soul so I just see free real estate. He was using it to increase a dumbass robot's intelligence. Actually… I might be able to use it to form a pseudo contract with Doctor Doom.
I don’t have enough circles to use normal contract magic. Stripping the spell down to the bare bones version then only giving it a compulsion every few days I might be able to pull it off. That would take creating a new spell on the fly. Making a new spell sounds insanely difficult but I’m actually just retailoring an already existing spell to work at a lower circle.
He takes action as I think of the exact mechanics to get the spell to work. There was a level two compulsion spell but it wouldn’t work on a part of a soul and you could only say a single word they had to do in a few seconds before the compulsion wore off. The doombot(Soulbot?) grabbed at a candle on the wall which opened up a secret entrance the robot ran towards.
I followed as I continued thinking. If I increased the level of the compulsion spell and attached it to an action the compulsion could go off repeatedly until the spell ran out of mana. I could get about sixteen few second compulsions doing it that way but I’d need a way for the piece of soul to be reabsorbed back into the whole.
Two spells would make more sense. I’d need a way to get his soul fragment back to him while attaching the contract spell to it that would affect the whole soul. Using a tracking spell to find the location of the real soul while creating a portal, forcing the soul fragment through and recombining would take tremendous effort but it was feasible if I had more time to work on it.
As the Soulbot ran down the staircase and I followed behind. He set off several traps which would have been effective at deterring someone from following. A spike pit opened up behind him as he ran and gouts of flames sprung forth from the walls while arrows flew from the opposite end. Two parts of the wall slammed together before resetting and slamming again.
He made it to the other end of the trap hallway and started gloating before I teleported beside him and ripped his head from his body. Without a head he couldn’t activate the self destruct part of his suit. The soul ended up in the body and the intelligence of the head dramatically dipped as time passed and it was separated.
Slowly the head stopped talking as it went into power saving mode and the body managed to continue attacking me as the soul piloted it. It made no attempts to set off the self-destruct. The same instinct to live from Victor being a part of the soul itself. It must have not wanted to sacrifice itself for a mediocre explosion that might singe my hair and nothing else. Ripping out the power source left the soul stuck inside an unmoving vessel. I’d have to rip this one apart myself to look at the container he used to hold part of his soul inside.
I rip off the arms before I put that particular doombot inside a room I had made under my mansion with twenty feet of concrete over it. I deactivated the traps while heading back up. Some of the squad had come running after me but I really didn’t have time to play around as New York was being attacked as we spoke.
I teleported around the rooms gathering all the documents and cabinets before hitting his lab. He was making doombot/people cyborg’s here… Well, that’s something to think about later as I just started teleporting every other pod to Amanda Waller and the MANA division of SHIELD. Doing research and finding out how those worked was definitely out of Amanda Waller’s range but not mine. A deal was a deal though and if she wanted information and projects she’d get them.
I handed off the papers to the lead of the MANA department to have copies made for A.R.G.U.S. and Task Force X. The idea was shoddy at best and besides Doom wanting more power I didn’t really understand why he was doing this over here instead of Latveria where he wouldn’t be bothered.
Maybe he knew his people wouldn’t like the experiments and didn’t want to risk it? Maybe he was trying to get the third world country to work as his ground troops while the main forces would be his doombot cyborgs. Who knew, it was a really dumb idea if you asked me.
I get them all together before saying in a loud voice. “Alright looks like we’ve succeeded. Congratulations, your prison sentences have been suspended. Let me pull these bombs out of your heads real quick and we’ll be on our way back to New York which is being attacked by demons as we speak.
Rick said with worry in his voice. “Waller just said they need to come in and do another mission since this one was so ea-.” I cut him off. “Nah, I’ll just pull out the bombs from everyone right now since they would have definitely died on this mission if I wasn’t here.” Harley came on over first.
Rick’s voice was now panicked as he said. “She says she’ll blow them up if they don’t come b-.” I cut him off again. “When I gave you guys those beers I deactivated the bombs. She can’t do shit except hit a button that does nothing. If you want to be an asshole Waller I’ll come back and put those two hundred pounds of fat back on you and cancel our special deal if you don’t honor your word.”
I spoke with enough conviction to let everyone know I was being serious. She must have heard the stories by now of what I did to that man who went against me. I stood in silence as I walked over to each of the squad and pulled the bombs out of their brains while quickly fixing them.
