I have a Multiversal Chat Room, so what?

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Power Stone Goal; for extra Chapter: (224/400)

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Sweat dribbled down my forehead as the outer form of my new ’child’ solidified and gained definition. The mithril used for his body gained a layer of grittiness that mimicked human skin, the pigment of the metal shifting as I added certain compounds into the outermost layer of ’skin’. It had been an hour’s worth of tinkering to get this far but I was finally understanding what enchanting with magic was like.

Some of my first experiments were with atomic runes that were arrayed in certain patters on a molecular scale... It was finicky at first, the runes buzzing and crackling within the magical metal, but after several hundred adjustments and changes I was finally able to get the runes to function and lock permanently in the configuration I left them in.

What does that all mean? Well, it means I can add several hundred thousand enchantments to one object without any of the runes exploding on one another... I was pretty sure I broke about 200 small rules and laws on Enchanting and Rune-craft but I couldn’t give a flying fuck since I had just found a way to make every item I ever hand-make extremely powerful; I just needed the imagination to use magic and runes properly.

There were naturally restrictions to how insane I could go, since it would take a monumental amount of magic to power those number of runes, despite their smaller size to their traditional brothers, but that was something that could potentially be fixed if I were to find some way of converting a ZPM’s power into magic... It was something I’d need to check in on soon...

I shook my head and refocussed on the form of Ares. There was a subtle orange glow that barely shimmered behind the silver exterior of his skin, two ZPMs outputting just enough energy to thinly breach the opaqueness of mithril with its radiated light. With two ZPMs working as a power source I naturally added nano-tech weapons into his form, the energy feeding the nanites which allowed them to reform into whatever he would need... Tools, weapons, shields, cutlery... Whatever...

His ’musculature’ or frame, more aptly said, was carved in a manner that befit a Greek God whilst also having aspects of his ’domains’... An artistic scar running from his brow down through his right eye, the physical trait actually housing several hundred runes that would allow him to see magic, heat, infrared, X-rays and a whole host of coloured spectrums. Unlike Apollo or Hermes, Ares looked mature and rugged, as if he were a Roman Centurion who had just stepped off of a bloody battlefield after thirty years of fighting for Rome... He lacked their boyish charms completely.

With a last touch of my powers, for now, I added a completely new AI brain inside my newborn son’s head; the pocket-dimension readily accepting the new creation inside of it and acting as a bridge between his mind and body.

"I name you Ares... God of War, Conqueror of Worlds, General of The Roman Imperium and my son." A huge force of suction syphoned away the majority of my energy reserves as a golden-red haze of magic shifted away from me and then slapped into the exterior of the mithril giant.

The reaction was near instant as the body immediately began vibrating, the carved interpretations of muscles quickly becoming far more realistic and biological as the smooth facial features that could be seen in the crevices of his face and body slowly ground away into heavily detailed hairs and pores.

"..." i tried to speak but found myself incapable of it. The mithril was moving like living metal, his arms and form rippling much like a lake did when someone threw a rock into it. Ares’ closed eyes were flickering underneath his eyelids as the golden-red hue punctured into the rippling metal and began changing the pigment of his skin away from stark white, mutating it into a bronzish-pink that gleamed majestically with the light of his ZPM cores.

He wouldn’t awaken any time soon, the process of naming still underway... But the results were already beyond the effects my other children had received. The only exception would be Athena, but that was simply because she had started to have a woman’s monthlies; for some odd reason, i didn’t really want to think about Athena wanting children from me... She was almost as bad as Discordia...

"BABE!? Where are you!?" Anna’s voice boomed through the old Black townhouse as Ares’ fingers began twitching and he started taking minute breaths, despite not technically needing them...

’I wonder if the naming process grants more biological compatibility if I add titles and concepts to their names...?’ I stroked my chin in thought as I physically felt a heartbeat-like thrum of energy pulse through my son’s chest, his body circulating it around his body as if it were a vascular system.

"ELSA????!!!!" Anna yelled again, much closer this time.

I huffed and pulled out the last book in the library that I hadn’t read yet. The Black family were incredibly wealthy in knowledge but the majority of it was restated over and over again, as if they were trying to batter someones mind into the recesses of their neck. It was always wand this, wand that, with the the ancestors of the Black family. None of them ever explored the question I had started to ponder over halfway through my reading.

For instance: What was a soul and how did it interact with magic on a larger scale? Does a soul carry information or is it a metaphysical structure that carries an imprint of the electrical signals in the brain upon death? What was the precise interaction that magic had with electricity and why did the two energies fight one another? ; I already a theory on that last one... They were all just speaking in riddles about magic being superior to muggle science and that the soul was sacred and never to be spoken of...

Even the text on Horcruxes was light on what the soul was and why it was dangerous to split it like the ritual enabled a wizard or witch to do. In the movies and the books it was assumed that sanity was the sacrifice for the Horcruxes’ ability to grant partial immortality... I doubted that was a sufficient enough sacrifice for that kind of prize. Yet I couldn’t have my questions answered on the topic.

’Wait...’ I paused halfway through the potions book. ’I got Merlin’s library and the library of Alexandria, why haven’t I been using that?’ I examined all of my past behaviours and realised very quickly that I had been placed under a notice-me-not spell from the moment Merlin’s library was even mentioned; despite it being held inside the Chat Room.

’Son of a bitch!’ I seethed.

"Ah, FOUND YOU!" Anna slammed into the room with all the grace of a rhino charging.

Sighing, I closed the book and regarded my lovely girlfriend.

"Shiroe said that Tony needs you back in our universe... Something about Captain America turning on us?" She blurted out before I could speak, her face flush and her breaths a little ragged as she collected herself after her sprint through the townhouse.

"Shit. You want to stay here or do you want to come back with me?" I asked quickly, looking towards Ares in trepidation. Leaving him here wouldn’t be a problem, perse, but I disliked the idea.

"I’ll stay with Barriss."

I nodded, standing up and walking over to her and giving her a hug. She quickly reciprocated, her unprotected hands sliding down over my ass and squeezing before she stepped backwards and winked at me.

"After all, someone has to watch over your latest AI child..." She drawled as she looked over my shoulder, her tone clearly sarcastic.

"Yes, well, you and Barriss would make good mothers." I grinned and kissed her on the cheek.

She blushed heavily, her eyes closing halfway in obvious desire. Unfortunately I probably needed to go and help Tony as soon as possible... Especially with the omniversal threat still looming over our heads. Taking this into account, whilst waggling my eyebrows a few times, I mentally called upon the teleportation feature of the chatroom and blinked back to my universe.

I barely heard her call me a bastard before I was whisked away in a flash of light.

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Wakanda was on fire. Artillery shells rained from the skies like a hurricane of hellfire as advanced ships were blow from the skies using relatively primitive surface-to-air missiles. T’challa watched the large skyscraper apartments of Wakanda crumble and melt into slag as their fellow Africans stormed through the streets with AK-47s and stolen Vibranium polearms.

His people had all of the advantages of technology and Vibranium and yet they were losing to a simple metric that had a quality all of its own... Numbers. His people could not fight off the invaders in the numbers they were fighting in.

Every mercenary, every warlord, every despot and dictator had declared war in succession since those first days of their secret being outed. The shield fell several days ago after sustained artillery fire for an entire week or more... The terrain had been beaten into submission by the early morning light of yesterday and then began the guerrilla warfare that had now devolved into pillaging, looting and raping...

The Black Panther could not help but loose a single tear as his people were eviscerated by their fellow Africans, all because they wanted what they had. He realised in this moment that the words his father had him speak were hollow and idiotic. Drecarios wasn’t a tyrant or someone evil... No, the people raping and pillaging were, he wasn’t... He could be doing things far worse than these invaders had done to his people and yet the rich white man never stooped to this level.

"One can only see the beauty in the flowers if they have either never seen them before or have witnessed all of their own wither and die..." The prince, now King, mused as his mother and sister argued in the background of the Throne Room, their voices mixing into a buzzing noise in his subconscious.

"We should ask for help from Drecarios!" His sister argued.

"NO! Your father’s last act was to declare that man a tyrant...! You would immediately ruin your brother’s reign by asking him to rescind his father’s orders!?" His mother screamed in anger.

"SOME REIGN IT WILL TURN OUT TO BE! Do you not see these foreigners raping our women and enslaving our men mother!?" Shuri exclaimed loudly whilst pointing out the windows.

"All your brother has to do is use the powers of the Black Panther and these forces will be brought to heel..." Their mother snidely scoffed.

"DELUSIONAL! That is what you are! One man cannot kill hundreds of thousands if not millions by himself! Even Drecarios needed a robotic army...!" His sister was sneering at their mother in derision as the guards around the room looked towards one another in unease.

T’challa watched another dozen helicopter be blasted from the sky by one of his military’s anti-air positions, only to see another hundred flying over the horizon. He was tired. He was exhausted of the bickering, of the superior act that his people displayed to everyone that wasn’t themselves, pride was the downfall of man... And he understood that in this moment as the anti-air position took down another twenty helicopter before over one hundred rockets blasted the rooftop into dust.

"You will NOT treat your mother in this way!" His mother exclaimed as he slowly turned away from the window.

"I WILL TREAT HER IN ANY WHICH WAY I WANT WHEN SHE IS ACTING LIKE A DUMB BITCH!" Shuri raged, her voice rattling off of the distant alcoves and beams in the ceiling.

"Enough!" T’challa declared ominously, his gaze flitting between the last members of his family. "You both need to quiet." He trailed off as his sister and mother angrily stared away from each other.

The silence stretched as he maintained control of the room, the guards the sides of the room looking towards him with hope coiling along their faces and deep inside their eyes. They need a king, he recognised as he found the same glint within them that used to exist within him when he served his father, and he was all they had.

"Shuri, I want you to reach out to Drecarios immediately. Give him whatever he wants in order to help us... I don’t care if he wants Vibranium, or the leaf that grants me my powers, none of that matters if our people are destroyed and our country is but ashes in the coming days." he paused as he witnessed his mother’s face contorted in rage, before continuing, "Mother, you will journey to each clan head and bring them to the throne room for an emergency council meeting... We will attempt to concentrate our forces in the most defensible locations possible."

The guards at the edge of the room felt hope blossoming deep in their chests. This was someone they could follow the orders of.

"Finally, I want every single piece of experimental technology you have ever made Shuri and I want it to be given to every soldier it can be given to, even if it is one of my suits... Any advantage is better than none at this point." He finished succinctly as his sister excitedly nodded and rushed away into the palace. His mother was filled with anger still but had just been given an order and thus decided to follow her king’s orders, no response leaving her mouth as she turned and scurried away.

’Heavy is the head that wears the crown’ T’challa internally huffed as an EMP blast from Shuri’s lab, in the palace, knocked out several helicopters that had gotten too close to the palace.

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Thor grimaced as his father expent more of his power just so he could check on Jane Foster. It had been a large request to ask of his father, since the old Asgardian had just awoken from Odin Sleep yet again... But he felt the need to check in on her, something within his souls, within his gut calling for him to visit Midgard, to ensure that everything was as he had left it.

"Go, my son. Be quick in your journey, Heimdal will only have enough energy to summon the Bifrost once after this." Odin hissed out as he grasped his chest in pain, Frigga lightly pressing herself to his side as her Seidr magics caressed his father’s pains and eased them.

"Thank you, father..." Thor managed to say before the Bifrost sucked him away, flinging him towards distant Midgard. If only the Ice Giants had not found some way to damage the Bifrost after they had repaired it those few months ago, none of this would have been an issue...

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Just a few minutes before Thor left Asgard, Jane Foster, Thor’s girlfriend, touched an extremely ancient artefact and dropped unconscious, a swirling red mass roiling beneath her skin as its ancient darkness and power sought to twist her inside out and use her as a tool for its own unknown purposes.

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