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(Sirin Lemon included)

~~~~~~Around One and Half Hours Ago~~~~~~

The lift arrived at crew level, the double doors opened, and Marcus walked out. His gaze went to the doors at the end of the corridor.

Without wasting time, he walked to the doors. Upon arrival, it opened automatically.

An above-average-sized living room and kitchen were put together on the other side of the doors. Marcus ignored the room and walked towards another corridor with several rooms.

He went to the closest one. Upon entering, it was a bedroom, but his eyes went to another door, and he went there.

It was the bathroom with a shower.

The inventor quickly undressed, threw his work clothes on the floor, stepped into the shower, and turned on the water.

With the water running, he closed his eyes and started to think and relax his nerves.

~~~

As Quinella and Gu Yuena were discussing scenarios, most of them are extermination-based, by the way. Sirin felt that she was not needed here. Those two know the protocol and all that nonsense.

So, instead, she decided to go somewhere else and address the biggest issue in this 'mission': Marcus' mental state.

As someone who has been controlled by external forces and brainwashed to exterminate humanity, she knows a thing or two about this.

So she proceeded to look for him—not that she needed to look far. Her HUD became even more powerful inside a Deadalus-class Assault Carrier.

'Who knew I could control a warship with my mind?' She was surprised that she could control what to make and which turrets to use. It was like playing a video game.

With such an assistant, she could find the Supreme Commander's quarters and where he was specifically.

As she entered the bedroom, her eyes went to the room next to it. For a second, her eyes widened as her cheeks became rosy.

'What an opportunity ~.'

She walked into the bathroom and proceeded to undress as well. One by one, her clothes dropped on the ground. Once she was naked, she slowly walked over to the shower doors, opening them and slipping in closing behind her.

Then she leaned forward and hugged Marcus from behind. She could sense that he stiffed just for a short second.

"That was dangerous." He commented on her actions.

"I had full confidence that you won't do a thing," she replied with a small smirk. But she had a deep blush on her cheeks, which she was trying to play down.

"Won't do?"

Before she realised it, the beauty was pinned against the shower wall, and Marcus' face was before her.

"That's a poor choice of words." He said that while leaning forward very slowly, claiming her lips. Sirin didn't argue back or complain; instead, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the kiss.

Oh, she knows that she goaded him; that was the plan in the first place!

Slowly, it started to heat up as Marcus' hands wandered and touched those exquisite body lines and considerable assets.

He could feel that those nipples were getting hard as she was feeling it.

Before long, his right hand went down, stroking her navel before ending up on her pussy lips. His fingers stroked them, teasing her more before one finger slipped inside.

Her whole body trembled when she felt the invasion in her most special place.

The beauty moaned in his lips as her eyes opened; they were glassy and full of lust.

As the kiss ended, he slightly pulled his head away, but his fingers were still inside her special place doing its magic.

"...P-Perv…If you started, then finish the job…" She hotly complained and tried to sound like a haughty queen who had been attacked by a barbarian.

With a smirk, Marcus' right hand went for her left leg and picked it up. He positioned his hard rod in front of the entrance. He was brushing it around, teasing her even more.

It was about to enter her velvet cave, but he pulled back.

"Ughh~~ so annyoing~~"

She hotly complained, but then he pushed it right in, making her release a loud groan as he felt how his thing was digging in and spreading her special place.

As it went deeper, she gnashed her teeth from pain. But then he pulled back and went right in with more force.

The stroker stroke passed her maidenhood and touched the very end, making her hiss with pain.

"Hehehe~ now you did it~" Her hands went to his waist and pulled him deeper in her.

"You won't escape me~" She hotly commented as she brought her face closer to his.

The beauty looked at him briefly before starting another kissing session.

As she was kissing him, her waist started to move, moving herself on his pole.

Sensing that she was already itching for the real thing, he started to move his cock inside her pussy.

Muffled Moans

The white-haired girl moaned in his mouth as she felt his rod move in her cave.

His free hand sneaked behind him and started to squeeze that incredible rear. Marcus always wanted to have his way with the Void Queen. Her clothes teased him, especially when she was dressed in Herrscher clothes.

Slowly the hammering started to pick up speed as his cock moved out and into her folds; water and her love juices assisted the movement as, before long, a smacking sound started to spread through the bathroom.

"Hnnnn~~ H-Hold ittt~" The beauty tried to stop him as she pulled her head away from his lips, but she started to see stars as his thrust poked her g-spot.

Before long, she came hard around his cock.

"Hhmmnnn~~~" Her whole body trembled several times as positive shivers passed through her body.

Marcus simply smiled as his left hand moved from her bum and went for her right leg. He picked her up properly and slammed her down on his rod.

That smack sends a bolt of pleasure through her whole being.

"Ohhhh~ n-n-no way~"

Sirin came hard again, not that Marcus cared, as he continued to hammer into her sweet spot.

"Hnnnhnn~~~"

"Mhnnnn~~~"

"Nhnnn~~~"

With each smack, a piece of her reason left her as before long drool and tears of pleasure were rolling down her face.

"Do you still think I won't do anything to you?" He whispered into her ear as he used his psionic energy to turn the water off and then took her to the bed in his bedroom.

He laid her on her back, lifting her legs, placing her in a very 'ominous' position.

Sirin looked with a spacey look. She still had no idea what would happen.

But then he pressed on her; his rod banged at the very end. The abrupt explosion of pleasure made her moan from the top of her lungs.

From there, our hammering continued, and the beauty felt that her soul would leave her body again.

"Hmnnn~~"

"Mhnnn~~"

"NHHH~~~"

As another climax was approaching, she felt him about to release his load into her.

"...Y-Yess— Give it to mmeeee~~" With a powerful smack, he released his first load in the white-haired beauty.

"Ohhhh~~"

After that, several more thrusts followed as he continued to flood her insides.

"So~~ Good~~"

Sirin moaned with a dreamy voice as she felt that she was bathing in a sea of pleasure. Who would have thought that getting creampied like this would feel this good?

Once releasing all of his seed in her, he picked her up and made her face him.

Seeing him this close, she moved in to kiss him. Her hands coiled around his neck as she pushed herself into him.

She is hungry for more affection.

~~~~~~Back To Present~~~~~~

Marcus never thought he would be in the centre of what he saw as the core of hypocrisy– The Congress.

All of the politicians were standing waiting for him. At the end of the walkway was the President with his gang. They were all nervous as this was like Russian roulette for them.

"Mr Marcus Goldman—"

"That's Supreme Commander to you. You are speaking with the Leader of Technocracy and the Ruler of the Underworld, The Man who tamed the afterlife, which you will end after your death, either today or of old age." Quinella intercepted as she was feeling quite pissed by these psychological manipulations.

Before the people can respond, Marcus simply raises his hand for her to calm down.

"You don't need to explain Quinella; not everyone understands what they provoke. It's a human trait." He said that while looking at the people in front of him. His gaze went around, and he saw cameras as well. It would seem they are making a big spectacle out of this.

Is the States trying to give the rest of the world a 'fighting' chance?

Whatever, he will hear what they will say.

"Speak whatever you want to say, but choose your words wisely, as they can be your last. My patience has limits, and you do not have the power to resist when I am angry." Marcus' opening speech calmed his assistant, who turned her gaze to the party before them.

"Of course! Please follow me!" The group were very skitterish in front of these newcomers. They motioned for them to follow. The President has chosen the classic group tactics with his ministers and bodyguards. But even the bodyguards were trembling in front of this Inventor and his indifferent tone.

They walked to the quickly prepared table in the middle of the congress, where everyone was also watching. But the rest of the people were a distance away. Armoured policemen kept politicians away from Solomon's Sucessor as they feared that even a single wrong sentence would cause their deaths.

As the leaders of the two factions took their seats, the President took a deep breath. Here it was! He wanted to speak with this guy for a while now!

"Ahem, I would like to thank you for answering my request."

",,,"

The Leader of the USA expected some sort of reaction, but Marcus looked at him without saying a word.

"I would like to hear if there is a way for us to cooperate." He tried some simple tactics first, but Marcus simply scoffed at them.

"Are you getting paid enough to do this job?" Marcus asked randomly.

"...W-What? Of course!"

"It's Good that you are confident you know what you're getting into. At this moment, nothing could change my mind about what is to come.

Maybe if your nation makes draconian changes in how you people run this Federation, we might agree on something—otherwise, there will be no talks." Marcus plainly explained he felt no desire to play around the bush.

"...That's…"

There was a grimace on the older man's face. He was expecting at least some political finesse from this guy. But he was like a bull in a porcelain store.

"You expect us to change the constitution? Even then, we need directions."

Scoff

"Don't play dumb with me. Your Free country is a slave to your corporations. At least under my rule, people will have 24 days off per year." Marcus started a jab while he had a chance, on live television, no less.

"But it will take time, and effort and—"

The inventor raised his hand to let him stop.

"You have— four years? Yes, four years. Let's make it symbolic. That ancient calendar will end in 2012, so let's take that day as the deadline." Marcus said that with a slowly growing sadistic grin.

"Consequentially, your four-year term will end, so it's good. People will remember you as the last President, which is some clout for you in the history books."

"..."

"..."

"..."

The congress was dead silent. Even the policemen looked dumbfounded. Was this a threat? Sure, they exchanged fires before, but there was no declaration of war or anything like that. The USA placed the whole thing under a rug.

"Is this a threat?" The defence secretary asked from behind the President.

"Threat? Oh no-no, Threat means that I COULD do something. But, this is not COULD, but WILL.

After all four years, it is enough to solidify myself in the whole Solar System. How can I enjoy my new backyard if that one pesky bush doesn't want to be trimmed?" Marcus compared them to that of a bush.

"...You… how can you look down on life so much!" People couldn't take it anymore. This guy was a monster.

"Life? Do you think it's hard to make it? I spend several months studying biology."

With effortless motion, he ripped the armrest off the chair. Rings appeared around his fingers.

"Everything is made from something; it is only a matter of time until you understand what it is. Once you understand the composition— you can do this." The armrest turned into some sort of grey matter and then morphed into a small—

Orange kitten.

"Meow?" The recently born cat looked confused for a second. Then, the little thing started to snuggle into Marcus' hand. The Inventor smiled at his newest creation.

With a casual hand motion, the cat flew over to Sirin, who effortlessly caught it. Her eyes sparkled when she saw a legit cat—not a lion monster this time around!

"So what life do you speak of that is so important? Do you think I can't repopulate this continent?

The sheer arrogance of you people makes me quite disgusted. Speaking as if I can't do something as simple as that." Marcus looked at them with an annoyed look.

However, what they saw now made them realise the value he places on them—equivalent to that of a bush in a backyard.

"I understand. We shall strive to meet your requirements."

Just like that, the strongest human military in the world was scared into obedience.

"Good. I will be watching your progress with… amusement." Marcus chuckled as he stood up and walked away. He had nothing else to say.

The people in the room stared at the armrest, which had returned to its original form. It looked like it had grown back!

~~~

"W-We just gave up like that!?" One of the ministers was furious. He was furious at himself, Marcus, and the world for birthing such a monster. He was simply venting his frustration at their weakness.

"There is nothing we can do. This meeting was crucial. This gamble revealed our value to him, and, thanks to the message I sent, we saw his real face." The president clarified his original intentions.

"And if we failed? Made him angrier?" His secretary asked with a pale face. She had this feeling that she knew the answer.

"Well, it was a live broadcast. So we would be dead, and the world would know not to repeat our actions."

"By God."

"Yes, well, he won't help us either, remember? Marcus owns the afterlife." The Vice President sarcastically told her about that. It was dark humour, but they needed something.

"Not helping!"

Whatever hope they got from that psychology report disappeared, shattered into a million pieces and was blown away by cold winds.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Regardless, we have four years. I want a roadmap for the changes we have to make. There is no going back after this, so do not hold back!" The President brough everyone back from depression. They don't have time for that!

"Understood."

Everyone left the Oval Office to return to tasks while the president pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels and poured it into a glass.

"For the beginning of the end," he said in a bitter voice as he took a 'shot'.

"At least I won't need to worry about reelections." He chuckled at the self-made joke. However, in the next second, he nearly started to cry, and despair clenched his heart like a vicious monster.

~~~

"Well, that went well." Azazel sarcastically chuckled as he was watching the TV broadcast from his flat.

"I think it was a coward's move to use such mental tricks," Vali commented with a frown. It makes him angry; just imagine someone using his traumas against him like that. He is surprised that Marcus didn't just nuke them.

The White Dragon Emperor had no idea that 'someone' had deflated Marcus' anger before he arrived at the congress.

Otherwise, Marcus would have taken some casual actions to relieve his stress in a more violent way.

"You have to look at this from their perspective. They have no means to fight in a physical or economic fight. They could use underhanded methods, but that doesn't work, as the protection here is on a different level.

The only thing they COULD do to start a dialogue is address his mental state," Azazel explained while sipping his coffee.

'But this is interesting. Marcus' profile ended up on the internet. The USA was ready to take a bullet for the rest of the world.

But the Web is not secure; Aurora is everywhere, so they should have prepared physical copies.'

The Leader of the Fallen Angels was thinking of getting these papers somehow. But not now. His position is not that secure yet.

By this point, it is just sheer curiosity he wants to satisfy.

"And? They are lucky. Instead of doing these stupid things, they should think of ways to survive."

"Oh, there is no doubt something big is happening behind those doors. Humans are far too stubborn to give up." Azazel is betting that humans with some pantheons are preparing to escape Marcus Goldman's future Totalitarian Technocracy.

The question is— how?

Scoff

"At least something. Anyway, I am out of here. I heard I can take a ride to Asgard from this town, so I am taking one." Vali stood up from his chair and proceeded to walk towards the doors. The black-haired cat girl followed after him.

"You not going to try to resurrect your fallen comrades?" The Fallen asked his stepson.

"I will, but I am useless here. To earn those points, I can do some 'exploration missions' for Technocracy." Vali wasn't stupid to that point. He knew his strengths, and he would apply them there.

"Fair enough. Stay safe."

Instead of saying anything, Vali waved his hand without looking at him and, in the middle of the night, walked out of the flat accompanied by the cat girl.

~~~

"Just how stupid this can get? I tried to make him relax and enjoy the company of his girls. But these people are just simply retarded." Marcus' mother, Rose, sighed in frustration. She saw bits and pieces of this event on TV in the kitchen.

War is War, and the Matriarch of the Goldman family was nervous that the consequences of the war would have another lasting effect on her son. It especially made her nervous when he blew up an entire country.

Staying home and forgetting about the wider world was the best form of healing, especially with all those ladies around him. It was the perfect plan. It worked before with that BMW Roland got for Marcus. But now, these morons from the other side of the pond are poking a sleeping dragon.

"Well, a lesson or two won't hurt," she thought to herself as she pulled out her phone and called a specific number.

[Ring]

[Ring]

[Ring]

[Yes? Hello? How may I help you, Mrs. Goldman?] A rough voice spoke from the other side of the phone.

"I would like for you to investigate who was the one who decided that poking at my son's traumas is a good thing."

[If it's to help the Hero of The Great War, you can leave this with me!]

The phone call ended just like that.

"These Norse Gods sure are right to the point." The woman sighed as she placed her phone on the table.

[...]

The AI who was listening to the conversation could not believe this lady just sicked Norse Gods on American Politicians.

[I guess, now I know where Master gets his streaks of brutality] The AI decided not to mention this to her creator, as knowing such small details is unnecessary. No one will speak about this unless he directly asks.

~~~

Many other high-class people and leaders of nations were watching this. Some were lucky enough to be in groups while it was happening. It was early morning in Asia when the meeting happened, and for the first time, Marcus spoke in person in front of the world's most 'powerful' senate.

Around a big table in Japan, the nation's most powerful people finished watching the live broadcast.

"So that's how it is."

"Yes, we have four years until whatever plans he has will start."

"What's the plan then? We just roll over and let him kill us?"

"No. From my information, many companies are moving in or opening branch offices all over the boy's homeland. I suppose it is about time to open a couple of restaurants there. Maybe even a branch of Totsuki Academy."

"Hah. Food. That could work. No matter how smart or powerful, people still want to eat good food."

Rich people all over the world wish to survive the upcoming doom.

Many of them have confidence that the things that made them rich could impact Marcus in some way.

After all, they have his entire profile. The teen has spent the majority of his life building his empire. Did he ever taste Chinese cuisine? Or Vietnamese? What about attending car events? He is obsessed with them from the videos they saw.

That white-haired girl has shown them that Marcus, while very talented and dangerous, is still a human with his desires, hobbies, likes and dislikes.

This is where they can come in and save themselves from upcoming doom.

"So what is the plan?"

…

…

…

The one who was sitting at the head of the table finally spoke. She had long black hair and sun-like eyes.

This was Amaterasu— the Goddess of the Sun. The head of Japan, there is no need to pretend that the Prime Minister and the Emperor have some sort of a pull when doom approaches them.

No, it was this Goddess who was pulling the strings when danger was looming behind the corner.

"I have some information that the last remaining Satan is preparing to buy an Anime studio by the name Sunrise and a brand by the name Konami.

Such a move from a satan who is obsessed with magic girls is strange.

Considering those brands are more male-focused." The Deity said with a soft voice, but her voice made everyone shiver; it felt like rays of sun were touching them.

"I see that our culture has a strong grip on Marcus Goldman." an old man with a strong build realised what this meant.

"Correct. Serafall Leviathan, over her life, has never made such moves. We could think it's related to devil borderline extinction, but if that were the case, they would move differently.

No, this is an act to please the Next Solomon." Amaterasu voiced her reasons to them.

"So even the almighty Satan needs to please this teen." This behaviour surprised some rich people who didn't know the full picture.

"We wouldn't be discussing this if the threat was minor. Marcus Goldman is a global threat to all humanity, including all pantheons." Amaterasu snorted while saying that. She won't be attending meetings with humans if something is easily solvable!

"R-Right, my apologies."

The man realised that he was being stupid. Of course this Marcus Goldman has minions who are satan or even gods.

'What am I even doing here!?'

Some people realised this was way beyond their stations, money or not.

"Then, with all due respect, Goddess Amaterasu, can't Gods just band together and end him?" Another one asked her the most obvious question.

"..."

"..."

"We can't." The Head of the Shinto Pantheon said in a blunt tone.

"...Can't? Why?" Her response made them feel chills going down their spines.

"Several reasons. One of the biggest is Solomon's legacy, which he inherited. Think of it as the ultimate counter for energy itself. First, he will disable our power, then use power equivalent to Primordial creation gods to wipe us out." Amaterasu said as she looked towards somewhere.

"You… are saying he is stronger than Izanagi and Izanami?" Some people nearly pissed themselves when they heard that!

"That is just his power, which I can't sense the limit of." She sighed before reminding them of something else.

"And that is just him. He controls a hyper-advanced faction, and the gods are simply not doing anything because we sense it's pointless to oppose."

"B-But how did you allow this to happen in the first place!?" One snapped at her from instinctual fear he started to feel.

"Hmm? And why should we bother? Many of you didn't believe in us for hundreds of years. I am here only because people who believe in me are worried about their futures."

"..."

"..."

"...But what about self-preservation? Wasn't it possible to prevent this? He is a threat to Gods, too!"

**Scoff**

"Do you think we are all seeing? Marcus Goldman never went beyond the attention of Pantheons beyond the local ones in his area. He is an inventor, not some warlord.

People like these will only move when they are 100% certain they will win, which is what we are experiencing.

This move by Americans was a sacrifice, one wrong move, and they could have ceased to exist. But what we learned is the deadline."

"...So all we can do is try to join the rescue boat?" People finally grasped the sheer scale.

"...Yes, simply put, this is what is happening." Amaterasu nodded.

"....Gods save us…" Another one instinctually commented, something the Goddess heard

"...Sorry, we're way past that point." She shook her head.

~~~~~~Back with Marcus~~~~~~

The Flagship, Confiscator, brought Marcus back to his house. No one talked the whole time as the Inventor was spacing out. He was thinking of an array of methods to deal with those arrogant people who believe they have some sort of right to be part of his Technocracy.

He didn't create his faction so that some greedy capitalists could be part of it.

Project Eden is something he designed to remove the invasive grass from the garden.

"You know, if you want, you can erase all of them," Quinella said with a sigh. She knew he was seething inside, so she wondered why he was not doing anything.

"It's not that I don't want to; it's just that I have no idea what method to use," he said with an annoyed sigh.

"A Simple orbital strike or an invasion won't feel as satisfying. I could go solo, but that feels like a drag."

"Then, make them kill each other." The assistant proposed with a raised eyebrow.

"...Oh…That can do. Very well." Marcus agreed as he stood up from his throne and proceeded to walk towards the doors leading out from the bridge.

The trio of girls followed after him. Sirin still had that orange kitten in her hands. She was all over the new pet she got. The beauty realised that her—darling was already spoiling her, and they just started their relationship!

"So what is it going to be?" Quinella asked with an excited tone. Finally! Some action regarding all these uncontrolled humans!

"Nothing major. Human civilisation's infrastructure is quite fragile; all it takes is a precise strike, and all the Electricity is down. With that gone, law and order will cease to exist, and slaughter will start for necessities." Marcus casually explained as they entered the lift, which would take them to the hangar bay.

"As expected from our Master!" Quinella immediately snuggled to her beloved Master and Creator. He truly knows the most efficient and most brutal way to make people kill each other!

"Well, it was your suggestion. I only expanded on it." Even though the idea originated from his assistant, Quinella quickly gives him credit.

"Yes, but it was a random idea. We can also give Ravel the chance to do those mop-up operations.

With the world fractured like this, she can start quickly cleaning up all those useless cities." Quinella already had a bunch of ideas about what to do.

"Yes, however, I will be collecting all the landmarks. Like the pyramids." He casually opened a new chapter in his collection book.

"Of course. We can start by expanding technomancy related to space manipulation." The Platinum-Haired beauty nodded in understanding.

With the idea of how they would clean up the planet, It was time to return home.

'This went from 0 to 100 real quick.' Sirin thought that her visit to the shower room would calm him down. But, all it did was increase the brutality of how he would deal with the masses.

'Oh well, I did try, but it's not my place to rescue the greedy…'

'Smart people will save themselves…'

The trip down only lasted a few seconds as they were quite close. After dropping them, the gunship and Confiscator flew away to their position above the auto shop. The airship still needed to support Marcus in reassembling his car.

As the group of four entered the house, Marcus' mother greeted them. The girls had a worried look for a second, but what they saw made them jealous! His mother went over and hugged him!

"Oh, my baby boy, how dare those politicians mess with your mental health like this!"

Marcus, who started to blush, was thinking of knocking everyone out from the sheer embarrassment he was feeling at this moment!

"...Not in front of everyone, Mom!"

"Hehe, what's the rush?" She then looked at the girls. She could see the sheer jealousy in their eyes.

"Oh, you poor things! Let me hug all of you, too~~~!" She let Marcus go, went over to the trio, and hugged the girls one after another. They had very similar blushes on their faces.

A few moments later, she finished her hugs and quickly noticed the orange cat Sirin was holding.

"Did you pick up a stray in Washington?" She asked the girl as she noticed the kitten.

"...No, it was something Marcus made from an armrest of a chair." Sirin clarified the origins of the cat.

"You can do that now?"