119 Chapter 119

~~~Fist POV: Masaru Naoki~~~~

"My work finally completed!" I shouted, raising my hands to the sky. 3 years and it is finally completed. Since the day I came to the DC verse, I have been working on this thing. Something that would break the DC universe. "I made a connection to the fucking throne of heroes from fate!!!" I shouted, unable to hold back my excitement.

Yes, the throne of heroes. When I fell into this world with gods walking amongst men, I decided I was too weak. Even with my calculation, if someone like Flash decided, he could easily end my life. Not to talk about this world being an AU, seeing as there is a crazy villain known as Carnage and a big patch of the united state is missing. So using my calculation, I formed millions of magical formulas, trying to connect myself to other dimensions. I once managed to connect myself to the Speed Force, but it didn't accept me, serving the connection. What a shame.

"But fuck the speed force. Throne of heroes is way better." I fell on my back, looking up at the ceiling filled with multiple formulas writing on top of each other.

The room I was currently in was a big cube room with only one entrance and no window, located in the basement of my mansion. Even my love, Diana, doesn't know about this room. Anywhere you look, you would see formulas. This was my greatest accomplishment.

"Too bad I can't spam all the powers of all the heroes. If I could, that would be epic." I sighed, closing my eyes. The only way I can use a Servant's power is by connecting with them. I call it Install.

Basically, I would share my body with the soul of a hero from the Throne of Hero, allowing them to manifest through my body. All the perks their former body has, my body would have. They will be able to use their noble phantasm. Just imagine someone like Achilles, Enkidu, or worse, Gilgamesh possessing my body. Nothing, and I mean, nothing could stop me. Although only one spirit could possess me at a time, that is still overpowered.

"I could even learn some magic from the likes of Merlin. As for Solomon, I don't know if he is still on the throne of hero or not." Sitting up, I looked down at my hand. "The only problem I see here is finding a way to convince the soul to possess my body. If I had the soul of a God, I can forcefully make them possess me AND use their power. But, I am a mare human. Forcing heroes to possess my body isn't in my capability.

"Now, who can I convince to possess my body? Heracles? All I have to do is promise him is the chance to do anything he wants to Hera, who ruined his life. But I don't want him to use my body for now. Who knows what he would do with it." I racked my brain, thinking of any other hero. "Achilles? I don't think it will work, but shall we try?"

I sat crossed-legged, connecting to the throne of Hero. For me, it was like a large library filled with many books I could choose from. Pulling the books out and opening them would be the problem. I quickly found Achilles's book before touching it. Unlike some others I touched the way here, I wasn't thrown back. It didn't even react to my touch. Seeing hope, I pulled it and I was immediately pulled back to the real world.

Experiences of running through the battlefield, tearing up the earth, and severing the sky as green streaks of lightning coursed through the air... Feelings of excitement and a thirst for battle filled his very being as the demi-gods power flowed through his body..... Knowledge of ancient strategies and magecraft...

Hatred at the death of a beloved friend.... being told that he had a choice between being famous and dying early or living and dying in obscurity..... being filled with countless arrows as his invincibility failed him, a warrior of the Sun God Apollo hitting him in his only weak spot.....

I gasped for air, holding my head. "Damn... I didn't expect that." I mumbled, my head still ringing. On my lap, Diatrekhōn Astēr Lonkhē sat. "I can feel Achilles's soul but he chooses to stay ideal and watch." I grabbed the spear, feeling power course through my body.

"My body has also gotten stronger. I would put my physical strength stronger than that of Diana. Hehehe, with this I would be able to pound her harder..." Shaking my head, I stood up with the spear in my right hand. "Time to test out our power."

I first walked upstairs, changing into my hero costume. It was something I always wished to use but have been forced to stay at the backline due to my ability to fit for combat. But now? Hehehe.

Walking to a human size mirror, what looked back at me was a handsome man, standing 6'1" tall, with a slim yet muscular build. His left eye was covered by his long spiky silver hair, with beautiful pair of light blue eyes representing sapphire, a narrow jawline, and a beauty mark under the left corner of his mouth. He wore a black combat shirt, black combat pants, and a pair of black combat boots and gloves.

"I don't need to be narcissistic, but damn I am handsome." I mumbled, spinning Diatrekhōn Astēr Lonkhē and placing it on my left shoulder.

[Timothy Drake, also known as Red Robin, has died] The AI in my house suddenly said.

"What the fuck!? Shit. I knew we shouldn't allow them to keep C-1." Who else could kill Tim with the rest of the Team by his side except her? She must have overtaken Octavia's control. We could have killed her, but no, heroes don't kill. I quickly ran to my balcony before shouting, "Dromeus Komētēs: Comet Form."

Power surged through my body as I shot forward like a comment, instantly breaking the sound barrier. My ability instantly told me I was moving at the constant speed of Mach 4. Even at this speed, it will take me 19 minutes to reach New York. I hope Batman didn't miss the notification and informed the League. Damn, he would be mad.

"Faster! Show me the might of the Fastest heroic Spirit!" I shouted, hoping Achilles would lend me more of his power.

Thankfully, he did. My speed boosted exponentially, allowing me to reach New York in under 30 seconds. I instantly headed for the Titian tower, zooming across the east river. I entered the forest that surrounded the Tower, noticing an unknown man holding a severely wounded Starfire by her neck.

Angered, I quickly took Starfire from the man's grip, holding her close to me before sliding to a stop some meters away from the man. It seemed like she would die any second now without any treatment. Looking around, I saw Artemis with all her limbs twisted in unnatural directions, Beast Boy with both of his legs severed, and Superboy have a large slab of Kryptonite stuck through his stomach. The more disturbing part was they were all conscious. Made to feel all the pain they were going through.

I looked at the man with rage-filled eyes, "What kind of monster are you!!!?" I roared, the man not seeming to care, his eyes fixed on Diatrekhōn Astēr Lonkhē. 'Shit. I can't fight with them here. Fuck! What should I do? And where are Raven, Wonder Girl, and Red Robin?

Suddenly, a man appeared beside me with a red glow. It was a gigantic man standing over two meters in height. He has large muscles with sternly chiseled features, red eyes, and burning red hair and beard. He wears bronze armor with cuffs and greaves with white-furred fringes and a thick red mantle with a fluffy white fur collar. Beneath the mantle, he wore a dark red shirt and pants. Before I could react, he touched Starfire, causing her to go unconscious.

"Leave them to me." He said, multiple of him appearing beside the other members of the team and disappearing with them. "Please. Trust me. I already took the other three away, but I was too late for the little boy."

I looked into his eyes, noticing a hint of pity as he looked at Starfire. I didn't trust him at all, but he was my only hope in getting them to safety. "If anything happens to them. I will kill you. I promise you that."

He nodded, carefully carrying Starfire from my arm and disappearing. I looked back at the man whose eyes were still fixed on Diatrekhōn Astēr Lonkhē. I took my time to inspect him, seeing who I am working with. He is a handsome man of the same height as me. He has sparkly silver hair that reached his jaw and bright amber eyes. He has a lean muscular build and wore an all-black high-neck jacket with matching pants, dark dress boots, and black leather gloves.

"Who the fuck are you!?" I asked, trying to calm myself down. Anger will cloud my judgment. I need to calm down.

The man finally looked at me, a distant look on his face. "I want your spear. And I will be taking it."

"Come on fucker." I said, getting in a fighting stance. "Let's dance."