The past few days had been filled with a cold war and tense atmosphere in the apartment. This was because Allen had given shelter to Anissa, a proud Viltrumite woman with little courtesy toward the weak; not to say she outright despised them. Of course, knowing Allen's relationship with them(Eve, Amanda, and Kate), she maintained a surface-level politeness while, beneath it, she made an effort to prove that a Viltrumite woman was beyond comparison to any human woman.
This situation led to several discussions in the apartment and, currently, one in the living room.
"Hey, what's the meaning of this?! Why was my new blouse in the trash?!" Eve confronted Anissa, who had to be the culprit since this had never happened before.
"Oh, that? You know, I don't want to live here without contributing, so I offered to clean from time to time..." Anissa's voice was full of mockery, deliberately avoiding the point just to irritate Eve even more.
"That's not what I asked!"
"Be patient. Do human women have such bad tempers?" Anissa continued to mock Eve. Both Eve and Amanda had fought against her before, but for now, they were weaker than Anissa and could do nothing but swallow their frustration. The worst thing is that now they had to live with her; a woman they couldn't stand.
Eve snorted with contempt, "Huh?! Seriously? Says the woman who came here demanding Earth's total surrender?"
Anissa blinked in confusion. "That was literally the most peaceful method. Normally, Viltrumites arrive, destroy the power structure, armaments, and military within days, and take over the planet..."
Eve didn't know how to respond to that. She couldn't believe that, with all the audacity and shamelessness of coming to conquer Earth, Anissa had the nerve to call it "the most peaceful method." Though, thinking about it, she did mention she had been exploring.
"But what does that have to do with you being like this? Are you telling me that in two thousand years, you didn't learn any manners?!"
"Tsk, I can respect others, but only if they're worthy. As for you two, I simply tolerate you as Allen's lovers."
"What did you just say, bitch?" Eve couldn't take it anymore, and her combat armor materialized around her.
"You heard me. If you want to fight, let's do it..." Anissa clenched her fists.
However, at that moment, Artoria placed her book on the table, making a slight sound that stopped the fight.
"No fighting with powers in this house..."
After saying those words, she returned to reading her book, completely ignoring them.
"Hmph, with that attitude, Allen will never fall in love with you..." Eve turned around and left. She had to get to university. She had spent the last few days with Allen and was more than satisfied.
Anissa remained silent, watching Artoria. There was an uncomfortable sense of threat. More than Eve, Anissa felt that in this household, the beautiful blonde woman who barely spoke was the one who held the title of queen.
Anissa, being a proud woman, could accept that Allen had lovers; as long as they were beneath her.
"Give up, it is already impossible for you to beat her..."
Makima appeared behind Anissa, who already had her fists clenched.
"What?!" Anissa was not only surprised that Makima had appeared behind her but also by the fact that she couldn't move.
"We haven't been properly introduced, have we? I'm Makima~" Makima smiled with amusement and coldness at the same time.
"Huh?!"
"Anissa, right? That woman over there is very strong. It's best if you surrender~"
Makima's naturally chilling gaze didn't scare Anissa. Instead, she scoffed.
"If you're trying to make me give up on Allen, you'll have to do better than that..."
Anissa was determined—she would definitely win Allen's heart and bear his children. But then, a realization struck her. Normally, Viltrumites had dominant genetics that suppressed others, meaning that when hybrids were born between Viltrumites and other species, they ended up being 99.9% Viltrumite. But what if there was a specimen with genetics comparable to a Viltrumite's? Could a hybrid be born that wouldn't simply become another Viltrumite but would retain both inheritances?
The Viltrumites were monsters in physical terms, but Allen himself had a power even greater than that. Anissa smiled with excitement because the children she could give him were incomparable to those he would have with a human woman. Of course, Allen didn't care about any of that, but these were things Anissa still didn't understand.
"Hehe❤️~" Anissa trembled, blushing, completely forgetting that Makima had her under the influence of her power. However, her mind was now focused on the possibility that her children could be, no, would be, the most powerful Viltrumites to ever exist. If there was a man who could dominate her at a genetic level, it was Allen.
"..." Makima shook her head as she looked at the Viltrumite, who had started acting like Albedo. She felt distaste for yet another madwoman and turned away from her.
...
(One week later...)
Ten days had passed since Anissa started living with Allen. Since she wanted to stay home all day, Allen had hired her as his assistant; something that had led to interesting results.
"Ahhh! Don't kill me!!"
Anissa threw a vehicle at a villain, who screamed in terror.
"Come on, girl, don't kill him..." Allen laughed as he stopped the vehicle mid-air with telekinesis before it could crush a villain with an elephant-themed costume.
"Oh, sorry..." Anissa flew over to Allen and stood beside him with a gentle gaze.
Allen didn't blame her. He knew that, like any Viltrumite, she tended to kill those she deemed a nuisance. She had decided to adapt to Allen's way of life, but he only resorted to killing on rare occasions—and only when it was justified.
"Ah, thank you!"
Allen looked with disdain at the blatant Rhino rip-off, "Elephant," who was crying with both arms broken; courtesy of stopping a single punch from Anissa.
Elephant was a man in an elephant suit that had fused with his skin. He possessed super strength and perfect memory, though he wasn't very intelligent. Little was known about his past, including how he gained his strength or how his synthetic skin merged with his flesh. Whether due to a natural criminal inclination or an inability to live normally in society, Elephant turned to a life of crime. Over the years, he had committed numerous crimes as an individual, henchman, or partner.
Allen couldn't believe that Elephant's backstory was exactly the same as Rhino's. This had to be one of the most shameless knockoffs he had ever seen.
Allen kicked him so fast that Elephant didn't notice it, leaving him unconscious without hesitation, and called the police to take him away.
"..." Anissa wanted to ask how Allen was supposed to be less cruel than her by doing something like that.
...
McDragon – Dude, don't you feel sorry for kicking him while he was crying?
Thor – He even had broken arms...
Aphrodite – Fools!!! Of course, Allen did that because that man was suffering and by knocking him unconscious he helped him, he's a kind man ❤️
"..." Allen fell silent at Aphrodite's comment before crossing his arms and placing a foot on Elephant with a look of righteousness, "That's exactly why I gave him the kick and not because I resented his gall to beg for mercy after destroying a hotel!"
Half of Chat remained silent as the rest grew emotional at Allen's words.
...
Allen returned home with Anissa. She was wearing jeans, a blouse, and a jacket while clinging to his arm.
"Oh, Is this a Viltrumite custom?" Allen chuckled at the situation. He wasn't well-versed in Viltrumite customs, but he doubted Viltrumite women did this with their partners.
"Of course not. Viltrumite relationships are harsh; there is no affection and no displays of love. It makes me feel like we might be monsters. Spending these days with you and seeing more of this world... I find it strange how we abandoned all that and didn't go insane while slaughtering each other under the excuse of purging the weak."
Anissa had seen how Allen treated his women with love and care. She felt... strange. She couldn't even remember if their society had ever been different. I think I'm starting to understand Nolan...
Allen patted Anissa's head, and the two returned home.
...
In the afternoon, Anissa took a glass of wine and walked onto the terrace. It was spacious enough to accommodate a table and chairs. Sitting there was Makima, dressed in casual clothing—a Beige sweater that left her shoulders exposed.
"Well, if it isn't the domesticated Viltrumite..."
"Makima..." Anissa paid no attention to Makima's taunt. She had already accepted that she was softening in a way she could hardly believe. She was surprised; she had only ever seen Makima in a maid outfit or in that suit with pants and a tie.
"What a boring woman..." said Makima and looked at the sky again.
Sensing Anissa's confused gaze, Makima moved her hand to pull an extra cup of coffee from the inventory. As mentioned long ago, the Dolls had full access to Allen's inventory. The food inside remained in a perpetual state, preserving its heat or coldness and never spoiling.
Anissa sat down with Makima and gazed at the sky and the city. After a moment, she couldn't help but ask, "What exactly are the Dolls?"
Anissa was curious. They weren't human, yet their appearance was indistinguishable from one. On the other hand, there was their strength; Anissa could feel it. Some of them even gave her a sense of danger, something that very few beings in the universe could accomplish. It was after meeting the Dolls that she gave up on the idea of monopolizing Allen; keeping these women away from him was impossible.
Makima took a sip of coffee upon hearing the question. She touched the cup with her fingers; it was Allen's favorite coffee, which, strangely enough, had become her favorite as well.
Anissa watched as Makima's gaze seemed to flood with memories, and then she smiled with a mix of nostalgia. "When I asked Allen, do you know what he answered?"
"...?" Anissa paid close attention to Makima's words. They could be something very important, and she wanted to listen carefully.
Anissa had seen an uncountable number of alien races, some extremely strange, but this group of girls around Allen was by far the most incomprehensible.
"He told me that I was his woman, regardless of anything else." Makima laughed at Anissa's expression, seeing that it wasn't the answer she expected. "Allen doesn't care what we are, and of course, neither do I. So what does it matter? Besides, I've already taken his last name, so we're something like family... no, maybe I should call him my husband~"
Anissa had a look of disbelief. She didn't know Makima well, but she could tell what kind of woman she was—perhaps one who could eradicate entire civilizations without blinking, yet now she was casually saying things like 'family' and 'husband' as if it were nothing, leaving a surreal feeling in the air.
"You're a strange woman..."
Makima stopped smiling, her face returning to its expressionless state. "Yes, but there was a time when I didn't even consider myself a living being... I want to stay here... as long as it's warm... Maybe one day I won't be able to escape my fate, but until then, I'll be his Doll..."
Anissa felt uneasy. Her conversation with Makima left her even more puzzled. From mechanical beings to human women, a deer-human hybrid, demons, and even a goddess—it was a group as unique as it was incomprehensible.
Anissa took the cup and drank it in one gulp. "Ah, this is incredibly good!"
"Of course, it's high quality—a purple-rank food."
Anissa had no idea what Makima was talking about, but by now, she had gotten used to not understanding half of what was said or what happened in this apartment.
...
(The next day)
Amanda woke up in Allen's bed, in his arms, although they had not crossed the line, she enjoyed these moments. Amanda breathed in the scent and felt the warmth of his body, despite hating the idea of leaving him, she had to.
Amanda knew her vacation had lasted more than a week, and she had to return to her superhero work alongside Kate, who had grown lazy and didn't want to go back.
Amanda sighed and went to take a shower, then headed to Kate's room to wake her up.
"Hey, you literally have dozens of clones. Can't you just send one to be a superhero?"
"You don't get it. We share what we feel, so if I'm feeling lazy, it's a general thing..." Kate created a clone to prove it and she immediately jumped on the bed.
"Tsk, figures...wait!"
Amanda remembered three days ago when she saw Kate acting strangely while having breakfast. It was because, at the same time, she was also in Allen's room. Remembering that irritated her, so she stopped insisting.
"Fine, stay here and get as fat as you want..." Amanda walked away without looking back, but Kate went pale and exchanged glances with her clone. The thought of gaining weight was terrifying to women.
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(Later, in the afternoon)
After finishing his work, Allen returned to his apartment and sat on the couch. Almost immediately, Amanda sat on his lap. Even though she believed she had outgrown this habit, it hadn't disappeared—sitting on Allen's lap to watch TV or check social media was still part of her routine.
Allen didn't mind—he was happy to have a cute girl with him. But today, he was distracted. All day, he had felt a strange sensation. He sensed that something had gone off track somewhere. As he had demonstrated before, this world seemed to have enough independence to resist the changes Allen had introduced. So even if Allen and the Dolls had eliminated the Viltrumites who originally tracked Nolan, that didn't mean there weren't forty others ready to take their place.
Allen smirked with mockery, disdain, and a touch of pride. Every time this happened, he felt like he was going up against the world itself, and instead of fear, it excited him. After all, Allen was a bastard who enjoyed doing what his enemies hated most.
Sensing the shift in Allen, Amanda got off his lap. She had been watching TV there, but now, Allen stood up. At his side, 2B was already waiting with his black trench coat, clean and ready.
"Change of plans... I'm going to Thraxa."
Eve, coming out of the kitchen, and Kate, stepping out of the bathroom, remained silent. More than ten days ago, Allen had told Cecil he couldn't get there.
Allen, feeling their stares, chuckled. "I wasn't lying I can't track Invincible easily. But I have help from someone who can..."
"What a shame~" Amanda threw herself onto the couch, hugging a pillow. "I wanted to spend our day off together~"
"We will when I get back. It won't take long..."
"What about dinner?"
Eve frowned. Cooking wasn't her specialty, but she had put in effort this time; she didn't want to embarrass herself, especially since not only were there several great cooks in the house, but Allen himself was a monster in the kitchen.
Allen walked up to her. She was wearing a cute apron with a stitched bear on it. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her for a few minutes before letting go, leaving her weak.
"I'll be back soon..."
His serious, piercing eyes weakened Eve even more; she felt as helpless as a lamb waiting to be devoured by a wolf.
...
(Thraxa)
"Arghh... Urghh..."
His stomach was pierced, his liver exploded, his intestines lacerated, and his blood spilled along with the warmth called life. Invincible was gravely injured; even as a Viltrumite, these wounds were real.
Tears welled in his eyes as he gazed at Thraxa's sky. Was he going to die? Would his life end in this unknown world? Far from his mother, far from Amber, far from William, far from all his friends, far from the people he wanted to protect, and far from his home. He wasn't like his father. Even if he was offered a place in the Viltrumite Empire, he would never accept it.
His whole life, the only place he had ever known was Earth. That was where all the good and bad memories existed—that was where everything was.
"I c-can't die..."
Every word that came from Invincible's mouth was painful, yet the fire of life still burned within him.
"Mark!"
The Queen of Thraxa, Andressa, ran toward Invincible with a purple-skinned baby in her arms. She saw the state he was in and immediately called for her medical team, kneeling beside him.
"I'm so sorry... If we hadn't brought you here..."
The Queen wept as she held Nolan's second child while the medical team rushed to aid Invincible, only to be stopped by the sudden appearance of a man.
"Yo... damn, as expected of a Viltrumite... you're still alive in that state."
A voice filled with mockery reached Mark's ears. He forced his eyes open and saw that bastard Allen looking at him with a grin that made his blood boil.
"What's wrong, kid? Regretting coming here?"
"Walker... they... they're after your head... they want war!"
Allen observed Mark in silence before crouching down and placing his hand on Invincible's stomach.
"Then let them come. Haha..." Allen smirked—a mix of confidence, amusement, mockery, and just a hint of dignity. No matter what changes happened, even if Thragg showed up with the entire empire or if Angstrom opened a portal unleashing a thousand Invincibles after him, he would face them all the same way he always did; being the biggest son of a bitch and making them regret ever coming.
"After all, as the saying goes, life's only beautiful when you screw the sons of bitches by being a worse one... or something like that. Haha!"
Mark stared at Allen as if he were insane. Did he really not care about the Viltrumite threat?
"Oh, come on. Should I be scared? Remember what I told you about being a magnet for motherfuckers? Well, it turns out I am, too. Every damn day, some lunatic, some villain, some apocalyptic-level freak, or some other son of a bitch shows up wanting to kill me. So I decided to take it easy and just be worse than them; at least that way, they'll regret ever crossing paths with me."
"Ugh... I regret it already, and I don't even want to kill you.... argh..."
Allen shoved his hand into Invincible's stomach to regenerate his damaged organs, but at the same time, it caused him tremendous pain.
"Ahhh!"
"And that's exactly why I'm helping you, buddy..." Allen grinned, sending chills down Mark's spine. If this was how he treated his allies, Mark didn't even want to imagine what he did to his enemies.
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A/N: I made a mistake in the previous chapter the time of this adventure is two months because it sounded very unrealistic that Invincible was wounded as if he had arrived the next day in Thraxa. Here it is made clear that it was two weeks.
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