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Dragonborn's Might makes Right by Infonticus

Game X-overs & Avengers Xover Rated: M, English, Adventure, Words: 356k+, Favs: 1k+, Follows: 1k+, Published: Aug 25, 2021 Updated: Jun 12, 2022

513Chapter 14

Chapter 14: A Grand Tour of Sakaar

[The Dragon Cabin]

"I will fondly remember the moments I had with you, Rudeus." I muttered as I stood just by the door leading out of my Dragon Cabin.

Clad in my bony Dragonplate armour, my seven-foot tall dovahkiin form carefully hung a framed picture on the wall of my Dragon Cabin. Set in a frame of delicately carved wood, it was a photo of me in my Mirko form as I looked over Rudeus' shoulder, and it looked good hanging where it was: Right next to the photo where it was me in my Barbara form looking over Aether's shoulder. Two hostile contractors, both driven into debt to give me free waifus, just before I violently ended their lives.

"Yes, we had such good times." I nodded with a smile. Then heading to a secret room deeper in my Dragon Cabin, I went to enjoy the spoils of war that I earned from Rudeus: his former harem of tanned muscle waifus.

As they are right now, they were still completely trapped in the icy pillars rendered that were nigh indestructible by the Reality Stone, all lined up in a row like statues. Well, they were only mostly trapped in the ice, because sticking out of the otherwise unbreakable ice was the best part of them: their asses. Just a row of lovely muscle girls in ice with their asses exposed and sticking out for my exclusive use. Nice and convenient.

"I hope I didn't keep you ladies waiting." I greeted in a gentlemanly tone as I gave each of their asses a nice meaty slap that left a reddish hand print on their full cheeks.

Nodding, I walked over to Fairy Tail's Irene Belserion and her thick pale milf ass… just before sinking every inch of my massive cock into the redhead's pretty pink pussy. And immediately, her inner walls went crazy with a mind-numbing orgasm the moment I slammed it home, courtesy of the [Adjustment Field]'s 16x pleasure enhancement. Her inner walls were silky, but gripped so tight like she had trained her pussy muscles to perfection.

"Apart from being an annoyance to deal with in a fight, at least you're also good for something else." I grunted as my hips were a blur as I pounded this redhead's cunt- finally taking out my frustration on her.

Perhaps out of all of Rudeus' waifus, she was the most frustrating to fight. Thanks to her Reality Stone-esque magic ability [Universe One] that allowed her to reshape wide swathes of landscape however she wished, Irene was the one that stalled me the most when I was chasing around Rudeus. Encasing me under entire mountains being one of her more annoying moves. So I'm just going to fill her precious womb up with a big fresh load of semen.

And damn, did it feel good to finally get some payback.

She wasn't the only one though.

It took some generous use of the Reality Stone, but I managed to manoeuvre all of them into that same bent over position while keeping them frozen. Yoruichi from Bleach, Ghislaine from Mushoku Tensei, Bisky from HunterxHunter, Erza Scarlet from Fairy Tail, and Bayonetta. All of them were now my convenient cum dumps that I could just fuck whenever I feel the whim. And from the way Irene's tight pussy was animatedly squeezing around my shaft, they were certainly conscious enough to feel it. All trapped in ice with no way to even voice their pleasure.

Well, except for one, because it was nice to have someone to talk to that wasn't always threatening me.

"So… have you invaded Earth yet?" Usagiyama Rumi, or Mirko, merely glanced at me- having gotten used to me using her friends as we held a semi-friendly conversation about my nefarious plots while I violated her friends. Oh, she threatened me for a while, but she got used to it. Maybe only slightly, I can feel her seething inside. But the most she could do in her current position was glare.

"Invade Earth? Why would I bother invading Earth?" My deep voice scoffed in derision at the suggestion.

"But… isn't invading Earth like the end game for all supervillains?" Mirko asked- clearly confused. the only one out of all of them that had her head sticking out of the ice. Her long bunny ears twitching with each meaty wet thwack as my hips met this milf's dump truck ass- sinking hilt deep into the pseudo-dragoness' hot wet hole. Mirko's ice pillar had the honour of being at the centre of the room giving her a clear view of what I was doing to her compatriot's vulnerable free use asses.

It was nice to gloat about my power to someone who doesn't already know the reach of my fleet and the devastation that I have done to the galaxy.

"There are hundreds, if not thousands of inhabited planets belonging to the Nova and Kree Empires here in the Andromeda galaxy for me to invade and pillage and burn." I countered with a bored tone as I continued fucking Irene's hot milf hole, "Compared to most of them here. Earth is what you call a 'backwater nowhere planet.' Poor in natural resources, practically stone-age in technology, it is so distant that taking it will bear no strategic advantage for me in my war against the Kree and Nova Empires. Moreover, taking over Earth is just going to tax my already strained administrative capacity."

I grabbed nice big handfuls of Irene's big, white-chocolate ass cheeks for leverage as I truly my back into fucking over this enchantress. It was like gripping a soft pillow, my finger sank slightly in Irene's dump truck ass cheeks. The plump ass flesh was soft under creamy skin with an underlying layer of solid muscle. Every thrust sent an animated jiggle across the creamy surface. It was enough to send a man over the edge.

My loud grunt accompanied an excellent orgasm as the mage's hot pussy tight around my shaft- pouring my considerable load deep into her womb- it would be far from the first and certainly far from the last.

I check the time and find that I still have about 12 hours left before I can capture these muscle girls. Hostile Contractors like Rudeus can technically still be revived within a 24 hour window. I just need to keep these girls where they were until then.

"So, you don't have anything planned for Earth?" Mirko asked- having almost gotten used to the sound of me emptying my load into her friends' asses.

Pulling out of Irene's well-used and now gaping pussy, I nodded as I felt the [Adjustment Field] immediately cleaned my still hard cock up like magic. And taking a marker, I added one more tally to Irene's left ass cheek- standing in stark contrast to the tally for her pussy that I had written on her right ass cheek. Both of them were matching at eight tallies now. Then I glanced at the others' asses arrayed before me with their tallies of 3s and 5s.

Yes, that should be enough of Irene… for now.

"Plans for Earth?" I mused Mirko's question as I reattached my codpiece. "At the moment, the most that I'm doing to that blue and green marble is currently making it into my vacation planet."

"Your… vacation planet?" Mirko hesitated- evidently not knowing what it's like being a space dragon driven to rape, kill and pillage throughout an entire universe.

"Yes, a vacation planet." I nodded sagely, "Going to Earth just to mess with the locals has proven to be highly entertaining. It's as amusing as going to the zoo, tazing the monkeys, and watching them soil themselves as they twitch on the floor."

"That's… a suspiciously specific comparison." She muttered.

"What is fun is fun." I shrugged- the soft metallic clicking of my armour accompanying the motion, "But yes. An all out invasion of earth just isn't going to happen, because there are other juicier targets. Maybe after I've taken over all the thousand or so inhabited planets of Andromeda, I might consider an all-out invasion of Earth just because I'd have nothing left to do."

"A thousand planets in a few years, instead of lifetimes?" Mirko verified- clearly doubtful, because even she knew how big of a scope that was.

"And by then, it won't matter." I shrugged with an easy-going smirk, "After all, why would I invade a planet that is already mine?"

"And that isn't an invasion?" Mirko flatly replied.

"More along the lines of infiltration." I corrected her, "If I wanted to invade, I'd fly over there with my dragon form, Shout three syllables and they would immediately surrender and/or explode."

And they definitely would. With the Reality Stone and the Power Stone working in conjunction, I could just Shout 'FUS RO DAH!' and that sad little blue and green ball would crack open as easily as stomping on a chicken egg. But the real reason why I haven't done that was because Earth was not because I wanted a vacation planet- No, it was because Earth was my ace up my sleeve. My backup plan in a tough fight. My hidden cache of supplies on a rainy day.

All those waifus and husbandos on Earth will stay unbranded for that reason, I'll gather them all there, keep them all free and alive to avoid accidentally Capturing them… until just the right moment when I need Company Credits the most, then I'll capture them all at once. That sudden influx of Company Credits will become an overwhelming advantage against anything hostile Contractors could bring to the table. Imagine being matched up against someone who was supposed to be your comparative equal… only for you to discover that they were actually double or even triple your rank and power?

I don't envy the Contractor that I'm going to use this tactic on, but I do know one thing though: That it will be viciously hilarious.

However, that piece of very valuable information has not and will not be shared to anyone, not even my waifus. Which was why I was vague in ordering them that 'Earth and its inhabitants must be protected.'

"So, yes." I nodded- the picture of innocence as I gave Mirko's thick bunny ass a firm slap, "The people of Earth will stay free to live their lives how they wish. And I'll be keeping it that way for quite some time."

They'll be free, yes. But that doesn't mean I wasn't going to do a little fly-by struggle snuggle once in a while.

"And where do we fit in all this?" Mirko sulked- likely referring to herself and her fellow muscle girl waifus.

"Aside from the odd command or so from yours truly, you're free to do whatever you wish." I gave an apathetic shrug, "Take an active part of my Armada and enjoy endless plunder, lend your knowledge to HYDRA, or just go back to doing hero work here on Sakaar. I'm sure the Knights of Favonius would appreciate a helping hand forging their utopian paradise."

"Are you really gonna just let us do what we want?" Mirko doubted- aiming a critical eye at me.

"So long as you don't become an obstacle on my path to universal conquest? Yes." I shrugged, but that didn't seem to assuage her concerns- continuing to give me that suspicious look.

"Yeah, that's kinda hard to believe when you have us like this." She countered as she wiggled her ass as much as she could from her position in the ice pillar. "I think you're crazy delusional for thinking you can conquer an entire galaxy just like that. You're just going to end up like the usual villain-of-the-week in those kids' cartoons."

I raised an eyebrow at that. Not expecting someone who had just completely lost to me to be running her mouth off right now. I've gotten used to my waifus being subservient, or at least, not openly defiant. But to be fair, all she had seen of my forces so far were Klee's Jojocos and my four dead waifus.

"Normally, I'd just beat you until you begged for mercy before raping you for that comment, but…" I gave a dismissive shrug of my shoulders. A momentary glance at the clock on the wall reminded me that I still had about thirty minutes before my next appointment..

"...I haven't had a chance to gloat about my evil plan, so I'll just give you the grand tour of what you were actually up against…" I finished as my telekinesis spell began dragging Mirko- ice pillar and all- behind me as I began walking out the room.

But not before glancing back at the other frozen waifus.

"Ladies, your company has been most refreshing, and I await our next meeting with bated breath." I laughed as I gave my most gentlemanly bow at the row of bare asses sticking out of the ice and dripping with my semen. Mirko, however, was not as amused as I was though- aiming an irritated stare at me as I shut the door behind us.

"Where are you taking me?" She puzzled- long white bunny ears twitching as I walked her to the exit.

"To my favourite spot in the city." I replied as I opened the door to the outside world.

Atop the Grandmaster's tower, the Sakaarian mid-afternoon sun shone down on us as I led Mirko and her ice pillar out of my Dragon Cabin and onto the metal roof. It was just the three of us there: Mirko and her ice pillar, my 7-foot-tall body clad in Dragonplate, and my gargantuan dragon form perched behind us.

"This is where the magic happens." My deep voice told her as I gestured to my dragon form. "My dragon form just stays up here, materialises vibranium and research the power of the Infinity Stones all day long."

And just as I pointed that out, a large stack of vibranium ingots- as tall as a man- materialised on a pallet right beside my house-sized dragon form. And Mirko and I watched as an unmanned forklift came by and brought the pallet to a nearby elevator.

"But mostly, I made certain that this was the highest point of the city- just so that I can enjoy an unparalleled view of 18,000 square kilometres of chaotic city ever expanding in all directions." I mentioned- making a sweeping gesture across the city and planet that I owned. Sprawling out from underneath us and all the way to the horizon was my capital city of Sakaar. And all across the city, gunfire and explosions rocked it. The smoke plumes of raging fires rose up into the sky and wailing screams echoed.

"It looks like there's rioting in the streets." Mirko pointed out- her long white bunny ears twitching to catch the sounds of violence that came from every direction. "Heh, sounds like people are not happy with you."

"Sakaar is a chaotic city, yes. but they aren't rioting- they know who owns the planet." I corrected her. "All 308 million people know it, and if I told them to be perfectly good citizens, they know very well what will happen if they refuse to obey."

"You're the leader of over 300 million people?" Mirko balked at the number, and I blinked as I was suddenly reminded that I had Company Mission that involves that.

"Hmm… Thank you for reminding me that I need to check on something." I hummed- summoning my Company Smartphone right onto the metal palm of my gauntleted hand, and tapping to the Mission screen.

== ] C [ ==

COMPANY MISSION

Mission Title: Under Draconic Rule

Scope: Standard-Level

Objective: Rule Sakaar for 10 years.

[?] Sub-Objective #1: Kill the Grandmaster and wrest Control of Sakaar from him

Sub-Objective #2: Triple the population and economic production of Sakaar within the next 5 years.

Sub-Objective #3: ?

Condition: You cannot leave Sakaar for more than 72 hours each month.

[?] Sub Reward #1: 40 Credits

Sub Reward #2: 200 Credits

Sub Reward #3: ?

Mission Reward: 1 T11 Ticket

== ] C [ ==

Sub-Objective #2: Triple the population and economic production of Sakaar within the next 5 years.

Population Progress: 1.3%

Economic Production Progress: 21%

== ] C [ ==

"Yes… I'm the leader of 308 million people with a small fraction of that being slaves." I ground out to Mirko, all while my blood-red eyes stared at that 1.3% figure.

7 million slaves from a dozen pillaged worlds plus a million immigrants… and they all amounted to a mere 1.3%! Angrily crunching the numbers, I find that it will take 3-4 years to at the current rate that we're pillaging and enslaving. And that was well within the deadline of 5 years, but I had expected it to match the Economic Production goal a bit more. Apparently, tripling a population of 300 million to 900 million was apparently harder than it looked within five years.

"Whatever. I'll handle that in the future. Let's continue with the tour." I sighed as I gestured just a city block or two to the many skyscrapers that surrounded the Grandmaster's Tower that were on. The blocky high-rise skyscrapers were cobbled together from the thick armoured hulls of scrapped ships.

"Each of these skyscrapers is owned by a cartel. And each cartel is composed of a few thousand or so social elites who are monopolising tech, medicine, textiles, tech, even plumbing. They're very useful to my war effort and to daily life on Sakaar." My deep voice explained to the bunny girl, "As a result, the people who run them tend not to live long, because there's always someone ambitious enough to want to kill for the position."

"You just took office politics to a whole new level." Mirko pointed out, "Well, it's still better than working for Endeavour. Not by much, but still better."

I shrugged- quietly noting to myself to drop by the My Hero Academia universe some time.

"It works fine for the most part: I've made it very clear that any mismanagement that negatively impacts my war effort was going to earn my distinct displeasure as you can see there." I pointed to the still screaming forms of flayed cartel bosses that had displeased me- staked to the outside wall of the cartels' skyscrapers as they were being feasted on by insects and other vermin. "So, only those who are truly dedicated to improve the business actually make the assassination attempts."

"Yep, sounds like working for Endeavour alright." Mirko joked as she rolled her red eyes. "He's big on that whole 'meritocracy' idea too."

"I'm not interested in shaping a world that adheres to some lofty ideal of freedom or justice- I'll let my waifus handle that." I shrugged, "I'm here to rape, kill and pillage. Forever. Whatever triumph to goodness achieved here on Sakaar is just a happy side-effect on the way to that goal."

"Can you scream "I'm the big bad evil guy." even louder?" Mirko deadpanned with clear disaste.

"And?" I boredly retorted.

"And people are going to unite against your evilness, duh." She reminded me. "Even if we couldn't stop you, there are still entire worlds out there that won't just roll over and die. Rudeus told us all about how there are like a million worlds out here in this 'MCU' universe."

At those words, I gave a bloodthirsty grin.

"Oh, I can only hope that the violence continues, and that someone attacks Sakaar soon." My voice rumbled with glee as I pointed to a couple of stockier and even blockier skyscrapers in the distance. "I can't wait to try out our AA-towers. They're equipped with enough Tesseract-Energy guns to shred entire fleets. Every gun on there is now psychically-linked to me or any of my waifus on the planet. Watch."

And at a distance, Mirko and I watched as a massive double-barrelled TE cannon pointed in her direction- one of the four guns on that tower alone. Each barrel was almost as thick as tree trunks, and the way they glowed blue as they warmed up made my bunny girl companion nervous. Right before letting out a trio of blue basketball-sized bolts speeding at several times the speed of sound. And Mirko made the funniest face as she tensed up in her pillar of ice. Tensing every muscle on her tanned bunny girl body just as the blue bolts were burning through the air right towards her.

"Uuaah!" she let out a yelp of panic as the light of the blue bolts began shining on her tanned face just before I stepped in the line of fire.

The glowing blue TE bolts barely exerted any force when they hit me squarely at my dragonplate chest piece, and doing absolutely nothing to me as my TE shields absorbed it like it was nothing. It was a bit anticlimactic for a demonstration of force, but it succeeded to drive home that any fleet was going to have a bad time.

"Did you really have to do that?" She asked with an embarrassed huff.

"Yes. Because it was amusing to see your tanned ass clench tight." I unabashedly replied before moving on- gesturing to a sprawling structure in the distance, "And after we've weathered their attack, we'll proceed with one of our own. And I'll show you how we make it possible. But first..."

I swivel my head to a specific window on one of the nearby skyscrapers.

"You there. What are you gawking at?"

With but a thought, the massive double-barrelled TE cannon aimed at the window and loosed a shot. And both me and Mirko watched as a blue basketball-sized bolt of energy struck the side of the building- creating a great big spherical hole on the skyscraper's side like it was Swiss cheese. The spying Kree and his entire room was vaporised- leaving the surrounding rooms exposed and their inhabitants with soiled pants.

"Won't your cartel be mad about that?" Mirko quipped as her red eyes stared at the smoking crater on the building.

"Who cares what they think? I don't." I shrugged, "They're lucky that I can't be bothered to decimate them for letting yet another Kree spy into their ranks."

"How did you even know that he was a spy and not an onlooker?" Mirko questioned.

Walking over to my building-sized dragon form, I pointed to a specific scale of Hevnokrenite.

"This particular scale/shard has the [Clairvoyance] enchantment- automatically pointing me to individuals that hold the intent to do harm or vex me." I revealed to her. Well, individuals that were not magically hidden at least. Magically-shrouded individuals and objects were still obstacles I had yet to overcome, for now. But thankfully, magic users in this galaxy were currently very rare.

"Are… are all the scales on your dragon enchanted?" Mirko ventured as her red eyes trailed up along the hundreds of scales of Hevnokrenite on my dragon form- wondering what other enchantments I had on them.

"Naturally." My deep voice replied with a knowing smile. "But onto the tour, if you would follow me…"

A flex of my will, the Space Stone did as I willed it: A shimmering blue portal enveloping the both of us…

[Planetside Sakaarian shipyards]

…And teleporting us directly to the factory floor of the Sakaarian shipyards. Massive factories that resembled covered football stadiums in size, and filled with all the plundered machinery that we could carry from pillaged worlds.

"This is one of the many Sakaarian shipyards." I introduced to her with a sweeping gesture while glaring at the people to keep working, "Anything from mass-produced fightercraft all the way to customised 200-metre long destroyers, we construct over here… or until the supervisor for our orbital shipyard stops being dead because a certain group of muscle girls killed her."

And by constructing ships, I meant assembling by hand. Thousands of collared slaves in numbered jumpsuits, mostly the blue-skinned Kree, trudged up and down the assembly lines. Up along the catwalks they carried boxes of circuitry, down in the assembly lines they welded and fastened, far in distance they carefully trolleyed industrial tools around. Cartel 'supervisors' were of course spread across the floor to ensure that everyone was working as hard as they should.

"Some of them are down a limb or two, some of them are still bleeding." Mirko commented- looking appalled at the sight. This place was practically OSHA hell.

"We have a surplus of slaves after all, so why invest in things like gloves or safety goggles?" I shrugged with a laugh, "If a slave loses their limbs or sight to work, we can always get more of them. We get a good price for them since we're pretty much just getting them for free from their homeworlds."

And besides, it was only a temporary thing anyway. We'll move on to proper automation later.

"Wasteful, I know." I nodded, "I wanted robots doing the work so that I could churn out more ships with less defects, but a good automated production line takes time to set up. And this shipyard has been in operation for just little over a week. But eventually, I hope to move away from woefully-slow slave labour. And speaking of slaves… time to do my good deed for the day."

And with a tensing of my hands, I cast the Skyrim Spell [Clairvoyance]- pointing myself to the strongest and most ambitious slave in attendance. The spell pointed out to a middle-aged Kree slave who was welding together the hull of a fightercraft.

"You there, Number 558." My deep voice rumbled through the entire shipyard as I cast telekinesis on the Kree- sending him floating through the air and right in front of Mirko and I. "You're now a free Kree. Have a gun and a pile of Units. Go forth and do whatever the hell you want."

With just a thought from me, a Tesseract-Energy Luger-style pistol was pulled from my [Pocket Space] and right onto my hand- a gun that Johanna had popularised among the Sakaarians. And with it, a small palm-sized bag full of those Unit chits- likely a hundred thousand Units in there. Enough to start a life and career here on Sakaar. Tossing both to him, he deftly caught them in his hands.

"I ain't about to thank you." He spat at me- his dark eyes looking me straight at the eye slits of my Dragonplate helmet, "Your Klee monster killed my family, you fuc-"

A bright flash of purple light- coming from my pinky finger- cut him off as I shot him with a precise burst of the Power Stone. All four of his limbs were immediately charred off- leaving him armless and legless. And beside me, Mirko winced at the brutality of it as we watched him writhe on the metal floor in agony.

I sighed- shaking my head.

"You were freed from slavery, but you should have remembered who's the most powerful on this planet before openly challenging him. And now, you're meat." I chided him loudly enough for the rest of the slaves to hear my completely disappointed tone of voice. This one didn't have the brains to match his strength and ambition. Moving on, I once again cast [Clairvoyance], leading me to the strongest and most ambitious slave that isn't this guy.

"You there, Number 391." I announced as my telekinesis yanked a younger Kree slave who was pushing a trolley of tools through the air and sending her stumbling just in front of Mirko's sparkling ice pillar and my seven-foot tall form clad in bony dragonplate. And this time, she immediately bowed as low as she could.

"Same deal as the last one." I boredly drawled at her, "Also lose the jumpsuit, the next slave will need that."

"Oh, th-thank you, Most gracious Hevnokren!" She blubbered in fear, "Thank you! Thankyou! Thankyou!"

Immediately obeying, the Kree slave stripped naked, neatly folded her jumpsuit. And she wasn't so bad looking- her black hair was cut short to her blue skin. A nice hourglass shape to her body. If I wasn't doing a tour, I would have definitely had my taste of her. But fortunately for her, Mirko was here, so she gets freedom and free stuff.

"Just pick the stuff off of him." I told her as I nodded to the whimpering armless and legless Kree right beside where she knelt. Her dark eyes took one glance at him before she all but smashed her forehead to the metal flooring in the deepest bow she was able, and I rolled my red eyes, "Go before I decide to keep you as a toy."

"Thank you, master Hevnokren!" She repeated as she immediately scrambled for the gun and the Units before bolting across the factory floor and to the exit. And everyone just watched her go- the supervisors knew more than to try to complain about my decisions.

"Why do you even free them?" Mirko asked just as her red eyes watched the girl's naked blue form disappear around the corner.

"That girl was strong and cunning." I shrugged- absentmindedly stomping the limbless Kree in the balls. "And I want people like that to be up and about Sakaar. But not to the point where I'd spend all my time scouting for talent… I might go and rape her later if I can be bothered."

Her snowy brows furrowed in confusion.

"Aren't you afraid of her flying back to her planet and spilling the beans about your secret weapons or something?" She asked, confused.

"Secret weapons?" I balked in disbelief- on the verge of laughing, "Tesseract-energy weapons and shields are already the hottest item on the black market apart from Klee's bombs. Unfortunately for them, no one can ever reproduce them as I have the only source of the TE. So, we basically have a stranglehold on the market. Of course, I've already had those who sell to our enemies publicly tortured, but I'm not worrying about the items that slip past. We still have the lion's share of the TE technology, and that will stay that way long after we're done with enslaving this galaxy."

Not to mention whatever technology that we can derive from this point onwards.

"Hev! You're here!" A familiar and very feminine voice rang out in surprise.

Turning my head towards her direction, I saw Jean, likely on official Favonius Knights business here in the shipyard, walking up to me and Mirko. Still in her usual white outfit gilded with gold and paired with her blue cape, the leader of the Favonius knights seemed to be in a much better mood if her small smile was anything to go by. It was almost as if the blonde knight was happy to see me.

"Jean." I greeted her. "What brings you to the shipyards?"

"The Favonius Knights had requisitioned a squadron of patrol crafts." She answered- sparing Mirko only the slightest glances, "However, the factory manager told us that Tesseract-energy ship reactors are in short supply… If it's not too much trouble, will you help us?

"Very well, I'll ensure the TE ship reactors will have priority in the vibranium supply for a few days." I nodded. A few extra hours of conjuring vibranium for my forces was worth it, "But you do know that you'll have to fight the other cartels for the production queues, yes?"

"Thank you for the prioritisation, and yes, I do know." Jean sighed in relief before reciting what I told her, " 'Let might decide who is right.' The powerful fight in the arena, the weak fight in the streets. Conserves talent and strength for the raids…. Yes, you've made it clear for us all. I've yet to find someone else who can best me in the arena though: the Favonius Knights will definitely win the first few slots in the shipyards' production queues for our patrol crafts."

"Ah, Sakaar." I smiled at that reminder. "The planet with a never-ending tournament arc."

It was Johanna's idea: Something about dispute level resolutions, dominance hierarchies and lobsters of all things. But she made a pretty good case for it after discovering that the vast majority of our best and strongest raiders in the fleet were dying here on Sakaar due to rivalries rather than fighting our enemies.

I had been content with just leaving people to fight each other on the streets to resolve any disagreement (and they still do for the most part). But I thought that watching people have a deathmatch over every little thing like parking spots were an amusing idea, and so, the arena was put to use once again. There, people looking to settle disputes fought it out with deadly weapons and died only most of the time, rather than all of the time. And Sakaar's raiding fleet was stronger for it.

Of course, my waifus- Jean included- always got what they wanted since they could beat everyone else on the planet.

"Has the enchanted ring been useful to you?" I asked- gesturing to the Hevnokrenite ring I gifted her on our last rendezvous with Venti. Jean blushed at the reminder- her fingers in their blue gauntlets rubbing the Hevnokrenite ring.

"It has been incredibly useful to not require sleep anymore." Jean enthused with a bright smile, "And the other enchantments woven to it have proven useful in my line of work as well. So, you have my thanks, Hev."

"You're very welcome." I grinned back. After all, they were one of my proudest works: those rings were a testament to how far my Enchantment skill has really come. Health, Stamina, and Mana Regen… along with magic-comms, a passive [Clairvoyance] spell to detect hostile intent in a large radius, and an activatable [Berserker Rage] that overcharged the regen enchantments to effectively triple their strength and Resistance to Damage for a few minutes. Six enchantments in a single item.

"Hev, if I may ask…" Jean ventured as her gray-blue eyes gave Mirko a hard look, "What are you doing with her?"

"Just taking her on a tour of Sakaar." I smiled- patting Mirko's ass.

Fortunately for the bunny girl, Mirko knew when to keep her mouth shut, and she just turned her head away- ashamed at what she had been willing to do. The Genshin Impact waifus knew full well how it was only through Johanna's sacrifice that the muscle girls didn't kill Klee as well- a fact that Jean took personally. And the only reason why Jean didn't take it a step further and actually slapped the bunny girl was because Mirko had already apologised to Klee. But that didn't mean that their anger had immediately evaporated, they had killed Venti, Raiden Ei, and Zhongli after all.

No, that will take time. Some sense of payback was needed too, so it actually helped to smooth things out when I was publicly humiliating Mirko by parading her around with her bare, tanned ass sticking out though.

"I see…" Jean muttered in a blank tone before glancing back at me- her grey-blue eyes meeting my own blood-red ones, "Thank you again for your help, Hev. And please, keep an eye on her."

And with that, she turned on her heels and marched off with her blue cape fluttering behind her- likely back to the Favonius Knights HQ.

"I'm not proud of what I was prepared to do." Mirko quietly and sadly muttered- as if she was admitting it to her own conscience, "Klee… she's a good kid."

"Oh, don't mind Jean." My deep voice reassured Mirko, "She'll warm up to you and the rest soon enough. As long as you're nice to Klee from here on out, you'll do well in Jean's eyes. You should see what we do with our enemies, because sooner or later…"

Another flex of my will, the Space Stone once again transported right in the centre of Sakaar's most popular city square.

[The Slavers' Square of Sakaar]

"...they will all end up here: The Slavers' Square of Sakaar." I gestured all around us and to the city square stretching out in our view. It was like a bazaar or a farmer's market with stands covered under colourful tents. And the cobblestone walkways were shaded by more colourful drapes and carpets that criss-crossed overhead in a parade of oranges, greens, purples and reds as the warm rays of the Sakaarian afternoon sun hit them.

It was a cheerfully decorated place for a slave market.

"Four times the size of Manhattan's Central Park if you're familiar with that place, and proudly the largest slave market in the galaxy and growing." I boasted with a guffaw, "After we've looted and pillaged a world, we usually come back to Sakaar with a few hundred thousand new slaves that we sell over here. Oh, you should have seen slavers scrambling for a spot here when we first started up- it was like we were handing out gold on the streets. So many slaves available, not enough slavers. And with my very loose 'taxing policy,' it was a slaver's wet dream."

And were there so many slaves!

As I walked down the cobblestone path with Mirko and her ice pillar sliding behind me, we passed by so many of them. Sometimes just sitting in groups on carpets. Other times, standing in rows atop a metal platform as a slaver extolled his goods' selling points to a bidding crowd. And sometimes, we'd see them sobbing curled up in little metal cages before they were electrocuted into silence. Occassionally, we'd see a stall that had obedient and well-trained slaves managing it as their slave master lounges on a cushioned throne.

"What the hell is this…" Mirko, still the good-aligned superhero waifu, whispered- looking absolutely horrified at the sight that surrounded us. The red pupils of her eyes had shrunk to pinpricks as they darted from one sight of gross human rights violation to another gross human rights violation.

And seeing that my guest was horrified to silence, I took the time to be a good tour guide and further expand her knowledge about the Sakaarian slave market.

"You can find every type of slave here." I began, "Pleasure slaves, combat slaves, slaves with specific skills or even fresh meat if that's your sort of thing. Most of the slaves on Sakaar are either Kree or Xandarians, but you'll also find Sovereign, Kallusians, Rajaks, Kylosians and most other races. Except humans, of course, they practically have no advantages compared to every other race here in the Andromeda galaxy."

The Slavers' Square was packed with customers today too.

Bored Sakaarians in their colourful wasteland robes and their gaggle of slaves as they pointed and bought more slaves. All of them immediately recognised me and bowed deeply as I walked by. The Sakaarians have all but deified me. Just a few weeks ago, they were scavenging amongst scrap heaps for pests to eat and trinkets to sell. Now, they strolled around wealthy as they had slaves to do the working for them.

Hardened veteran raiders of the Sakaarian Fleet were in their piloting leathers as they shopped around for trained pleasure and combat slaves. At the sight of me, they did a crisp salute, and respect glittered in their eyes. And that always was strange for me to see- the raiders of Sakaar showing discipline around me. But I guess if you become the baddest of the bad, respect comes naturally to their types. Even some of Klee's crew from her cruiser The Floaty Boaty were having some downtime. And disturbingly, they bounced on the balls of their feet and waved at me animatedly- clearly copying Klee's own way of greeting me.

Off-world tourists standing out like a sore thumb with how lost they ooh'ed and ah'ed at every stall they strolled by. Krees and Xandarians of every skin colour were walking up and down the streets.

"Business is good, it seems." I observed. Not that I bothered taxing people. I can literally materialise Vibranium and transmute almost anything into anything else with my Reality Stone- money was little object for me. And for things that money can't buy, I simply take. But I mostly pay for stuff like everyone else- mainly because I tip well and seeing people fawn over my massive stacks of cash was amusing to me.

Which was perhaps why every were Mirko and I went, we were greeted with friendly, welcoming smiles from the slave traders who did their usual sales pitches to me.

"Grandmaster, I have freshly captured pleasure slaves!" a neon-pink Xandarian woman called out as she tugged on a chain attached to four Kree teens- each with long curly red hair that framed their bare breasts nicely, "Trained but untouched- just as you like them!"

"Supple Rajaks, muscular Kylosians, slender Sovereigns! I have them all, mighty Hevnokren! I have them all!" A green-skinned Zehoberei humanoid gestured to the the slaves he had lined up on a metal platform. His varied slaves were wearing nothing but narrow flimsy loincloths to protect their modesty which they obediently swept to the side to expose their dripping femininities as my gaze went over them.

"Xandarian twins of the highest breed with their maidenheads- all ready for you to pluck, Grandmaster!" a portly blue Kree in orange robes nudged a pair of neon pink Xandarians at me. Their bare neon-pink DDs contrast nicely with their white see-through silks, and they cupped each other's breasts and ass to show off how firm and supple they were.

"Rare Asgardians for the Grandmaster!" a tanned Xandarian grinned as he nudged a pale-skinned blonde and blue eyed mother-daughter pair at me- clad in nothing but lacy purple thongs and they shared a shy, forbidden kiss as they looked at me with their matching blue eyes, "One, young and unspoilt. The other, mature and well-trained. They will not disappoint, Grandmaster, you have my word!"

"O' Dragon God, would you like to try our younger acquisitions?" an insectoid Sakaarian hissed at me- his spindly insect limbs patting a metal cage full of children around 13 years old, in plain white dresses, "Please, sample my batch just this once and you'll definitely buy my entire stock! Whatever your palate craves, I can supply!"

And I only gave them all a gracious smile as I shook my head.

"I'm not looking to buy. Not today." I declined each of their offers as I patted Mirko's ice pillar, "Just taking my guest to see the sights of Sakaar."

Glancing back at Mirko, I grinned wide enough for it to be seen in my eyes through the eye slits of my bony Dragonplate helmet.

"They love me." I Toby Maguired at Mirko who was still wearing a horrified expression on her tanned face. "I usually buy a couple of them just to stimulate the economy."

"This… this is fucked up." She whispered- a heavy mixture of anger and horror in her usually tomboyish voice- now sounding hollow instead, "How has the entire galaxy not united against you by now?"

"Because my enemies have become my best customers!" I laughed as I patted her cheek condescendingly. "Sakaar is what you call a Marauder civilization, instead of attacking me directly, the legendarily bad blood between the Nova and the Kree empire has made it so that they're practically tripping over themselves to pay me to attack the other. They try to outbid the other to pay me in ships and military hardware, and I loot and pillage a planet of their choosing."

And it was a lucrative deal: The Sakarian fleet now possessed several more cruisers of both Kree and Nova Empire make than we started with thanks to this arrangement.

"So, all this?" I gesture to all around us. "Is more or less considered a necessary evil by the local galactic superpowers when the prize at stake is the unchallenged rule of the galaxy for the next ten thousand years. The governments of all these slaves have gladly left them in my tender care because it meant that I'd harm their enemies."

"And you want me to join in on this? After you killed most of my friends and family?!" Mirko demanded indignantly- doing her best to point with her head to all around us. And with that question, I flexed my will one last time and teleported us back to the top of the Grandmaster's Tower where my gargantuan dragon form loomed over Mirko.

"As opposed to what?" I drawled in a supremely unimpressed tone- crossing my arms, "Trying to stop me? You think I can be stopped at this point? If I wanted to, I could set out in my dragon form right now and lay waste to a hundred worlds within a single hour, and the most you can do is whine about it."

"Then what's keeping ya from doin' it?!" She growled- her accent getting thicker as she grew angier and I nodded satisfied. Now she knew the full extent of what I am capable of, of what I aim to do, and of the countless victims…

"Greed." I shrugged like it was the only real answer, "The only thing holding me back from destroying everything significant in this universe is my own greed. I'm a specific kind of chaotic evil: Not the 'Burn the galaxy down for the hell of it.' kind of chaotic evil, but the 'Rape, Kill, Pillage.' kind of chaotic evil."

"Yeah, and that makes it so much better." Mirko snarled back- baring her surprisingly sharp teeth at me.

"Whether or not you join is of little consequence, Mirko." My voice hardened into a deep rumbling threat, "I could just keep all of you completely frozen as my convenient cumdumps until the end of time, and it won't matter at all. Or you can try to be there for the people who survive in the wake of my conquest like what the Knights of Favonius are doing."

I open up a holographic screen in front of her- showing the mission statement and various publicity photos that the Knights of Favonius use in their recruiting efforts. Housing projects, outreach programs, law & order policies, and even a barebones healthcare program. All featuring fit, young men and women in gleaming vibranium armour standing with smiling locals. Jean and the others have been doing very well with my partial support. And I was now effectively playing both sides of good and evil.

"You've met Jean, I'm sure she can fill you in on the details of what they do. You can help them rebuild worlds that are a bit kinder, a bit safer, maybe a bit happier. They're incredibly short-handed at the moment." I finished with a roll of my eyes.

"You really think I'll fall for you sounding like you care?" the snowy-haired tanned bunny girl snorted with derision.

"Might makes right. That's what I care about." I confirmed with a solemn nod, "I do not care if the strong are on the side of the good or evil… or if they want to redefine such abstract notions altogether. The only thing that matters to me- to anything- is if one is strong enough to exert their will on a defiant reality. And right now, I am the strong, and my will is to Rape, Kill and Pillage. "

Her red eyes aimed their most defiant glare at me.

"You make it sound like the strong should do whatever the hell they want and the weak should deal with it!" She surmised in an angry growl, "And that isn't a world that a hero like me is supposed to fight for!"

I leaned in close- my dragonplate helmet just inches away from her pretty face. My blood-red eyes peered through the slits of my boney helmet. My armoured hand grasped on the spot of ice just by her neck. And with just a thought, the shimmering blue ice began to grow up her neck, and she tried to shout but the ice encased her chin and mouth too- leaving only everything above her lips unfrozen.

"Well, hero, you lost that fight to me." My deep voice growled with excited malevolence as I drew a very sharp dragonbone knife, "I showed you the carrot, now let me demonstrate to you the stick. The only question that remains now is how will the story of your life continue from here? Will you live on and rebuild with the others? Or is this pillar of ice where you want your story to end? 'Usagiyama Rumi… paraded around Sakaar by Hevnokren one late afternoon and that was the last anyone ever saw of her.' "

With a flick of the wrist, cut her left bunny ear off- the long white-furred appendage falling to the floor with a small splatter of blood. With her mouth frozen shut, She could only manage a muffled scream of pain. Held still in her icy prison, Mirko could only thrash helplessly from the pain as I did the same for her other bunny ear.

Then I cast the Skyrim spell [Heal Other] on her and her bunny ears regrew in a mere second like she hadn't been injured in the first place… even as I held up her original dismembered ears up for her to see. My blood-red eyes lit up with delight as I saw the horrified realisation fill Mirko's own red eyes.

"Between my [Restoration] healing magics, my potions and my Reality Stone, I can ensure that you're going to live for a very long time regardless of the damage…" My voice rumbled with the promise, "I'm certain that the cannibalistic Sakaarians would appreciate such exotic foodstuffs like fresh rabbit girl legs or eyes. And you need neither when you're just a cumdump for me."

I checked the time and found that my meeting was about to happen, so I glared at Mirko.

"So, I'm giving you the same choice as the rest of my waifus, Mirko." My deep, rumbling voice growled just as my massive dragon form's clawed hand grasped her ice pillar like a cup and slid her into my Dragon Cabin, "The next we see each other you can either be respectful and obedient… or you can be meat."

And just before the door to my dragon cabin clicked shut, our eyes met, and the sheer terror in her eyes told me that she was going to seriously ponder my words.

[Hevnokren's Grand Manor] (A few minutes later)

Humanity was such a physically fragile race.

The Kree, the Asgardians, the Skrulls and pretty much every other race- in one way or another they all had an physiological edge over humanity. Compared to most other races here in the MCU, the most that humanity's physiology had going for it was its upgradeable genetics- just as the big bad guy of Iron Man 3 had pointed out. And humanity wasn't going to be doing genetic engineering of that scale for at least three more years, and that was purely by accident.

Unfortunately, I was also human. A Nord from Skyrim actually, but I essentially possessed the same fleshy weakness as the rest of humanity despite being the Dragonborn. The Company Perks [Dragon Heart], and [Dragon Scale] that I had bought only multiplied the base strength of my feeble human body. So, even if my strength is what doctors would rank as '10/10: the peak of human conditioning' , [Dragon Scale] would multiply that by a thousand. Now imagine what my strength could be if I was ranked '100/10: As strong as ten of the world's strongest men.' and then multiplied by the same thousand.

So, of course, I'd upgrade it; and the Company Perk [Adjustment Field] was perfect for that.

Every valid physical parameter may be altered, from age, height, and gender to muscle density, and sexual characteristics. Mental transformations are likewise unlocked. In addition to libido and submissiveness, attention span and intelligence may also be altered, as well as hobbies, likes and dislikes, fetishes, personality traits, memories, fashion preferences, etc. It also doubled as a very potent source of healing, causing anyone to regrow organs or limbs as fast as I could harvest them.

Furthermore, as long as I had a sample, I could do a very convincing clone of it. The superhuman formula that transformed Johanna into the Red Skull was flowing in my veins for that same reason (minus the undesirable flesh-melting side effect though). But now, I had an even better specimen whose physical qualities I could replicate.

"Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful than a locomotive! Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound! Look, up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's Hevnokren!"

"Yes, it's Hevnokren!" My voice boomed with dark, sadistic laughter as prattled a mockery of Superman's signature introduction. "Strange visitor from another planet, who came to Earth with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men. Hevnokren, who can change the course of mighty rivers, bend steel in his bare hands, and who, disguised as 'Secret Identity Pending', fights a never-ending battle for Rape, Murder and the Sakaarian way."

"Oh, Rudeus." I muttered gratefully with a small smile, "You've given me an amazing gift with Power Girl."

My hand traced the comatose Argoan's (Kryptonian's?) fair-skinned cheek who was sleeping soundly on the operating table in front of me. Soft, blonde hair reaching almost to her slender shoulders. Red cape, blue gloves, and blue heeled boots. A white leotard that left her cleavage, the tops of her breasts and her legs uncovered. Massive breasts that I couldn't be anything smaller than F-cups.

But it was her genetics that were the real prize. All things that Superman was capable of, she had the potential to be. Flight, Superhuman strength & speed, heat vision, super breath, super senses and physical invulnerability. A slightly lesser known fact was that Superman's powers came from the 'yellow' sun, and from cosmic energies.

Now, here's a fun fact: an Infinity Stone gives off more cosmic energies than an entire 'yellow' sun, and I had three Infinity Stones, and that was three more than any Kyrptonian (Superman included) ever had.

Wanting to test how strong I was compared to Power Girl, I pressed my index finger right against the palm of Power Girl's hand, and pressed against until I felt the skin tear and the bones break underneath. The same hand that could have crushed Thanos' skull yielded like I was pushing my finger through a slice of soft bread. And as I rectracted my finger, the [Adjustment Field] automatically healed her wound, and I grinned under my Dragonplate helmet.

Oh, the number of people in the MCU could match me in raw, physical strength was steadily decreasing... which meant that it was high time to kick my conquest into overdrive. Bringing 600 million souls onto Sakaar within five years was surely a challenge, but it was a lot easier when you had the powers of Superman.

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