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The Meme Train

Little thing I decide to write for the fun memes, don't take this way too seriously, if you wanna vote, vote then. Just don't act like an ass. Also the book isn't for anyone of a prudish nature, so yeah, if you are then this ain't your cup of tea, hell it's not even tea, it's a full cup of espresso. Oh yeah, the R-18 tag is there for gore, I don't know know how to write good smut, and I don't plan to write smut in this book any given time. ____________________________________________ Take a look at me for example: I died, that was painful. I got chosen to be entertainment for some dude that I never got to even meet. I cheesed the "golden finger" I got and made an entire world go straight to fuck all. Now I'm just casually being the madman that everyone says I am. Oh, and fuck cultivators. I don't like their kind around here. What do you get? Some random kid being a fucking lunatic that's what! Take a read if you want! You'll definitely regret it! (Disclaimer, I own nothing aside from my MC and any OCs I may cook up, the cover was from google, I just searched Thomas the Thermonuclear Bomb and I found Thomas the Thermonuclear Apocalypse, I came looking for copper and I found gold. Also this is a work of fiction, any names that are placed in here are yadda yadda yadda you know the drill, anything in here is coincidental.)

AntiLoliLewding · อะนิเมะ&มังงะ
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RA-RA-RASPUTIN

/Frank POV/

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(Finally! As if it couldn't take anymore than eight bloody years for you all to come over!) I said to them as the guards took away the cultivator siblings as my pilot came towards me. (Designation 2479 Omega sir!) she said as I nodded (We're going straight into a hot zone soldier, you ready to have a feats in hell?) I asked as she nodded and went straight for our ship. It was pretty basic in its design, mainly because I wanted it to be simple. It's better to keep it looking normal than make it look like we created a superweapon. Subtlety has its uses as well.

(Alright, let's get to work soldier, set a course to the area I pinged on your GPS, we're gonna have to pick up some kids from daycare.) I said to her as she then started the ship and flew us off of the platform at high speeds to get to the Death Zone place. {Hold on tight you little fuckers, daddy's on the way.} I thought as I eased my grip on my gun as I waited for the ship to bring us over to them.

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/Deku POV/

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(So what you're saying Mr. Dragon is that this sword is really important?) I asked the weird floating dragon as I held onto the sword that he gave me. The others were all heaving from the battle tests that this weird thing gave us, and I don't really know if any of it was worth it. (Yes junior, this blade is-) and the dragon kept rambling on as I used the little bit of my Mana left to heal the others. And now I'm suffering from Mana-Down, amazing. I fell to my knees as the cold sweat built up on my back and the air within my lungs get used up quicker. The others realized what happened as Belle and Hestia ran straight for me as they tried to check up on me. (Midoriya!) Belle said as she then gave me a Mana Potion that she always kept on hand just in case. Thank Frank for telling us to stock up on lots of supplies, because we barely have any let after all that constant healing that we had to go through.

(Junior? What has befallen you?) the ghostly dragon asked me as I coughed a little and gave him a weak smile (It's nothing important, I just lost a lot of energy helping my friends, there's nothing wrong.) I said as Hestia immediately smacked me on the head as she said (NOTHING WRONG?! YOU WERE SUFFERING FROM MANA-DOWN! What do you even mean my nothing wrong?!) she kept talking as she then looked at my status as she pulled up my shirt as I could only squat there with a blank expression with how she was treating me when we were right in front of a giant dead dragon god. (And don't do anything like that ever again or else I'm going to punch you, you get me?) she said as I nodded while she hugged me again.

(I don't want to lose one of my children, never.) she said to me as I hugged her back. Stain was still there looking at the surroundings as he then noticed something. (Oi kid, we have some company) he said to me as I immediately got up and made a new sword out of Wjnd Mana. It won't last long, so whatever it is that caught Stain's attention, we need to get rid of it quickly. And when we heard some of the walls breaking down, that was when I was actually scared. The giant dragon on the other hand, was completely terrified since he was the one who claimed that the walls were loaded with so many types of seals that they'd be invincible even against him at his prime.

That is, until I heard that there was odd music playing. (Wait! Guys, it's just him.) I said as they were confused until they realized who I was talking about. *music intensifies with extreme amounts of screaming and mad laughter* (Well shit kid, it is him.) Stain said as Hestia and Belle sighed in relief at the sounds. And as for me, I fell to the ground with a happy and tired smile on my face.

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/Frank POV/

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(CARAMELLDANSEN U U U WAWA, U U U WAWA OOOH!) I kept singing along to the music as I ripped through all of the strange mannequin things that were trying to kill me. (OH NO BITCHES!) I said as I immediately pulled out my BFG and shot at least three times at them. Suffice to say, most of the walls also got incinerated. (WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU BASTARDS?!) I shouted as I kicked at the final door. Wait a minute, this is the final door? I could've sworn that there were like, seventy of them. {Ah maybe I was just too into the slaughter, oh well, I guess this has to be it, I mean, there's been a lot of them, and I don't really plan on having to go through more of them.} I think to myself as I then pills out my Bolter for this one. Gave it a couple hundred levels of enchants, and guess what? Fucking went to town on the damned thing until there was a hole that was big enough to let me through it.

(HERE'S FRANKIE!) I said as I saw the four of them and the giant dragon ghost thing that for some reason looked terrified. (So, weather seems pretty decent today huh?) I said as they sighed at me being there. (So you're the giant dragon ghost thing that owns a sect huh? Honestly expected a lot more. Also the sword that you're giving him? Yeah the soul of that thing is the child of the two dragons outside. Or, well, what's left of their bodies, I didn't really think this through did I?) I said to them as Midoriya then inspected the sword as he threw it over to me. (Alright sweetheart, you're going to get yourself out of this little prison of yours and I'm going to help you.) I said to the sword as I could almost feel like shaking in fury, or vibrating, whichever seems to sound less weird.

(Oh don't be so goddamn annoyed about it, your parents were given the job to kill anything that was too weak to get into this place in the first place. As if you could possibly justify that shit.) I said to her as I quickly pulled out the half-soul and then shoved it into my inventory. (Alright what in the everliving fuck did all of you get yourselves into?) I asked them as Midoriya just smiled at me and coughed at the words that I just said.

(Dude, I literally told you to just not go for any of the side quests, what did you do? YOU WENT FOR THE SIDE QUESTS! I specifically remember telling you to just look for the seeds, that's all. Why did you just cut through the death place and end up finding this dead dragon god?!) I asked him as I then massaged my temples. (You know what? I'm not even gonna take an answer, just loot the place and let's get the fuck out of here.) I said to him as the dragon guy was currently angry at what I said (YOU DARE T-) and right as he was talking, I blasted out my full aura of the Slayer, with just a hint of Eldritch.

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̸̰̘͍͎̭͊̒͋̑p̵̛̫̖̞̤̘̝̼̭͆͌̓͊̽͊̔l̷̬̠̤̞͔͈̲͖̟̖̟͊̓̈́͘͝e̴̩̤̗͇͍̞̠̼̦̜͋̇̐͊ä̷̛̗̖̱́̏̊̏̉̾̑ͅs̵̨̡̡̨̠̰̬͕͚͚̮̙͓͒̈́̓̅̊̽̎́͝ͅͅę̶̹̙̦̠̫͔̾̀͛̈́͌̅͝,̷̧̛̀̽̏̓̍̀̀̑̈͆͂̌ͅ ̷̖̪̻͖̲̹̹̦͎̲́͒͋̀̃̃́͘ͅĭ̸̛̥̹̯̣̱͊͑͊͐̆̏̅̋͊̏͠f̶̙́̄͌̒̄̈́̊̍ ̵̡̧̺̗̳͕̗̺̯̺̞̝̉͆̐̉̈́́̈̂͑̑̚͝͠ͅͅI̵̙̬͉̯͙̲̰͓͍̝̤͈͒͝ ̷̟̠̉̌̓̀̄͐̍͂̇̈̕͝͠͝w̷̡̥̞̰̦̦̝͎̺̥̑̎͋̍̊́̋̂͌̔̆̕͘̚ȩ̸͖̻̝͖̼͕͉̝̖̜̮̫̖͑̌̀͜r̶̢̫̮̰̻͎̘̦̝͖͑̀̇͝ͅe̵̢̖͇͍͍͎͕̎̐̀͆̏̈́͌̾ ̵̧̧͆̐̑̅̐̉̎̈́̐t̵͓̔̃̀̾̈́́ͅo̶̗͇̗̜̗̞̐̏́ ̵̥̋̒͊́̓̏̄̇͊̈̋̆̕c̷̢̧̡̥̝̝̩̫̻̠̳̺͑̚ǫ̷̭̙̝̫̙͙̘̦̺̘̞͎̩͋͒͐̉͘ͅm̶̜̼̜̼̱̟̰͋̈́͒̃̕p̷͎̯̠̥̯̬̭̊̊̑̚ͅȃ̸̩͇̫̽̈́͝r̵̨̧̫͖̠̜̳̫͍̹̩̩̽̓̽̑̍̈̾̊̄̓̓̚͜͝ę̴̣̾̒̀̔̾̎͒̀͐͘̚ ̶̨̬̒̂̒̏͊́̓̉͂͠ơ̷̩̣̯͈̙̣̼̱̯̰̘̱͆͂̈̀̍̾̀̾̇̽̅̕ú̶̬̖̀̌̋͂̐̌̒̽̕̕͘̕r̷̨̳̪̪̒̅͊ͅ ̶̧̢̧̗͇̜̤͚̩̳̳̗̹̞̱͌͒̔̓ǎ̴̺̥̻̺͔̿͆͋́̐͊̇̄̔́́͘͘͝g̸̨̢̧̭͉̦͖̪̞̞̝̗̓͂̔̏̋̆͜e̷͖͈͉͊̌̄s̷̢̛͚͍͕̹͎̱̱̠̝̲͕̼̏̐̋̅͂͠ ̶̧̨̡̛͙̥̼̜̙͕̩̳̘̝̼̰̆̏͗ȁ̴̛̰̪̼̯͈̰̦̰̔̀́̊̈́̐͜g̵̻̼͉̰͔̥̟̯̖͈̬͕̙͉͂̈́̾ą̷̥̻̤̾̈́̾̑͌̀͛̐̋͘ͅi̷̛̛̳͔̹͙̩̘͕̜̙̭͖̟̱͈̽̑̒͑̅̊̊̊͘̚͘͜n̸̮̠̻̪̮̥̪͋͋̃͌͋͌̈̇̚͝s̶̡̢̡͔͈̦̫͎̝͂̂̈́͗̕t̴̨̥̙̗͓͆̓̈́͑̒͗́̈́͆̀̃̇̏̋̚ ̵̘̳̙͔̘̳͗̓͋̔ŏ̷̡̺̪͕͓͈̯̤̚n̴̳̥̤͓̣̻̖͚̬͎̅́̊̎͌͋͘͜͜͝ͅͅȩ̸̢̳͖̳̹̦͎̪̜̳̼̘̜̓̋͛́̏̒͊͒̄́̓̍͗̚͝ ̶̨͇͇̭̮̙̗͇̯̱̲͚̠̩͚̔́̀͌̓͒̑̈́̀͒ą̶̛͖̠͇͈̰͇̥͔̭̗̲̆̆̈̊̆̔̂̾͠n̸͎̙̜̖̯̲̜̓͋ơ̷̡̧̼͈͙̹̻̗̙̄̎̓̒͂͗̈́͝t̴̛̜̎̽̈́̾͆͗͌̅͛̄̓̾͋h̶̨̛̜̪͔̹͖͎ͅę̶̭̙̰͇̏r̶̡̛̔̇̀͊̎́̕,̴̢̧̣̮̥̬̲̟̳̺̝͉̙̆̎̈́̽̍̊̇͋̒͊͜ ̵̨̛̪̼̳̱͎͙̌̅͑͆Į̷̡̩͙̬͇̤͙͓̯̏̈́̃͐̓̉͂̏͒̓͘ ̸͚̼͉̤̠̲̖̈̂͌͝͠͝͝ͅw̶̧̫̪̻͕͚̠̮̜̝̘͈̪̗̣̅̄̌̀̽̎̄͒̊̽̈́̕͘ǒ̶̩̘̩͎̙͔̺͎̜̖̟ų̸̼̰̱͚̠͓͇̔͊̍̓̀̈́͊͂̋̈͛̐̚͝ļ̶̢̢̼̥̝̗̳̰̮̮̻̪͛͑̒̒̀̌̐͒̋̈́̽̚ͅd̴͈̩̱͎̺̝̣̟̅̀̃̒́̑͊ ̵̛͔͕̖̫̗̬̝͖̭̄̉̀̅͌̉͑b̷̡̧̤̻̪̘̯̘̆͑̍͗̓e̵̡̢̥̞̙͙͓̞̯̤̗͚̱̋͌̒̈̄͠͠ ̶̡̨̡̛̞̮̯̼̼͕̪̭́̍̒̇͂̎͆̿̕̚͜o̷̧̧͈̻͚̺͇͙̫̜͓͍̪̕͜͜l̷̛̛̖̟̩̥͙̰̗͈͉̪̰̼̀̏͌͊́̿͗̿̈͗͌̚͜d̶̢̛̥͇̗̮̳̟̮̋̔̇̽̓͋̒̽͒͗̓͝͠ȩ̸̛̛̬͈̠̫̮̝͍̑́̀̆̔͊̀̔̀ͅr̴̛̺͈̫̱͐̔́̋̑̆͌̓͘ ̶̛͓͍̈́̂̽̾́͗̀͋̀̀͛͠͝t̴̻͇̯͉͗̐͌̕h̵̡͖̬̣͎̮͕̻͚͍̤̺̣͔̃͒̀̊̈̄͛͗̃̕͝͠͠ͅą̵̖̰͉̪͓̼̰̲̞̻̅ǹ̴͉̜̮͇͗̅ ̷̡̡̭͙͈̳̥͇̘͕̝̟͋̿̀͑͋͒̓̊̈́̈͜͝͝͝y̷̨̛̰̎͊̉͂̇ơ̵̦̖̺̟̰͔͚͕̣̩̳͉̓̀͊̏́̍̇͝͝ų̸͉̺̞̫̼̪͙̥̲̺̻͋͒̾̾̏̔̀̎̏͊̑͂̐͠ȑ̷̗̜͈̥̯̲͈͖̯̣̪͎͗ ̶̧̼̣̟̲̹̤̩̼̖̗̭̐̉̾̏g̶̭͗̐̐͂̄̔̈́r̵̡̛̹̘̲͔͊̾̐̈́e̴͍͆̐̒͗̈́̏̀̍͆̉̉̃̕ä̶̬̹͉̌̐͆̅́̑͝t̴͓̮̲͕̺̺̩̙̲͗̎̍̾͆̄͌̅̂̕͠͝͝ ̶̨̩̳̲͙̜̦̽̐̚g̴̪͔͍̯̪̠̩̻̍́ͅͅr̷̨̧̦̟̖̲̪̫̦͈̒̅͜e̸̢̛̺̹̖̟͍̲̫̫̞̱͂̇͑̍̊̈́à̴̧̧̳͎͍͚͔͇̱̲̣̳͜ͅt̷͎̯̀̂͑́̂̚ ̷̨͉͓̖͕͚͉̜͚̟͔͐̀̎͋̆̓̋̎̔̔̕̕̚͝g̴̡̡̰̬̖̲͖͍͎̝͗̓̕ͅŗ̴͇͉̘̩̦͔̟͔͙̭̍́̏̄̎̃͑͊͜͝ẽ̷̒̈̇͌͠ͅą̶̭̺̰͍̯̹̞͈̀͆́̿̀̎̃̆͜͠t̴͓̮̰́̋̈̎́̌̈́̈́̔̎͜ ̷̮̣̣̓͒͑̑̄̌g̴̨̧̭͉̜̲͓͙̳̻̖̱̗̖͆͂͛̍̾̎̇̅̀̎̉̍͂̚̚r̵̞͚͌ȩ̶̝̖̦̼̟̹͖̪̫̮̞̙̀̈́̐̆͂̿̅͂̄͂͊̌̔̕͘a̷̢̧̨̡̤̳̟̼͍͔͋͋̉͂͘t̶͙̥͓͎͓͇̭̜̺̍͜ ̵̢̧̠͖̘͙̘̳͇̑͛͑̇̐̈́̒͊̈́̇͜g̷̨̼̻͎̮̜͂̇̑̓̀͐̊͘r̵̢̖̰̼̼̀ē̴̛͉͚͎͋̆̚͝ã̸̛̻̬̭̹̫̫̒̓͂̇̓̀̽͗̌̊̚͘̚t̸̯̭͊́̅̋͌̒̽ ̶̫̦̹͇͍̹̣̓̎͆͝g̵̫̠̟͎̃̾̔̿̋̑ŗ̸͇̫͎̀̆͗́͌̄͜ę̶͇͓͎̞͂̃̓̈́̽̂͒̾̓̀̈́͋a̵̧̖̺͍͉̫͔̥̠̬̣͍͎̘͛͋̄ẗ̵̤̼̭͖͖̼͎́̃͆̌̆̈́́̄̆̍̈́͜͠ ̷̱̲̱̯̝̤̣͎͓̘̍̈́̆̏̂̌̄͒̑̂̈́̀̚ģ̴̰̺̞̊̀̆͌̓̀̑̓̈́̒̕r̷̛̛̦͇͕͕̻̳͔̳̺̼̃̒̌̔̏̕ͅͅe̶̹͎̙͑͌̀́ḁ̶̣̘̘̩̞̤̂͘ͅt̵̡͚͚͍̙̮̺̰̃ͅͅ ̶̢̼̹͋̿̈̅̉̈́̓g̵̘̲̺̻͉̺̬͓̮̮̮̾̌̈̂̓̽͊̓͜͝r̷̢̼͉̗̰̠̠̖̬̼̈͂́̓̈́̌̀̆̆̄̄͛̃̕ę̶̛̛̻̱̞̭͛̓̽͐̓̄́́̒͝͝͝͝a̸͚̼̺̳͚͎͍̒͆͌̂͆͋̀͐̕͠ͅt̴͕̗͍̞̺̝̞̗͔̯̾̀͌̎̊̊̆̌̆̔̑̌̓͐͘ ̶̢̥̙̑͛͊̈́͂̽͒̏̒̿̑̓͒͘g̷̙̈̚̚ŗ̶̧̥̲̼̱̱͈̺̝̲̤̟̭͙͆́͑̃͂̓̓͆̚͝͝e̸̢͙̮͍̘͙̤͍̩̻͓̬̗̅͆͆͋̋̄̈́̽̒̎̽͘̕͠͝å̶̘̯t̴̥̼̼̜̝͈̔̿̒͛ ̸̡̧̧̧̡̬̥̣͍̪̏̔̑́͜͠ģ̴̣͍̝̦̗̝͚̝̬̂̍̀̐̀̀̉͊̽̓̄͑͘r̴̨̜͙̝̘̜̖̤͚̟͚͔͙̂̋̏̊͋́͐̍̋̐̊̂͘ë̴̖͚͙́̈̋͊͂̅͋̀͠ḁ̴̢̥̟̝̬̅̂̏̚t̷͉̯͚͚͇̐̑̒ ̷̧̻̬̪̎̐̒̕̕͝g̴̛̳͔͆͐̀̽̈́̿́͆͌̓͊̾̅͑r̵͇̟̠̰̯̤̰̭͎͐͒̑̓̄̌͂̄̑̈́̆̀͝͝e̸̡͍̦̮̻̬̠̩̖̅̍͛̿̓̀́̓̐à̴̞̲̝̍ť̸̢̳̪͙͇̹̤͖̲̩̤͛̃̈́̉̆̈́̔ͅ ̵̧̘̙̼̜̦͇͇̗̮͛͗ͅg̶̨̡̝̮͉͍̦͎͕̭̝̼̔̓̈́̂̚ͅr̶̨̹̬̤͓̲͓̂̓e̷̢̡̼͉̤͎̯͓̤̺̼̰̮̋̅̏̾̓̔á̵̡̱̞̱͒́̋͐̈́͋͗͂́̽̀̓̚t̴̡͖͕͔̩͖̙̪͍̝̹̒̋̀̈́̊ ̶̧̛̛̮̯̹̥͈̹̲̹̝͕̱̮̤̑̋̔̀͌̉̈́̀̀̕͝ĝ̸̢̨̛̙̱̺̘͔͊̓̆̽̊͆͂̿̐͘r̴̛̗̥̫͕̩̰̮̭̮̜̳͍̝͚̈́̈̓̂̃̂̑͘͝e̶̬͈̲͓̺̗̍͒͂͋̓͐̕̚͘͜͠ȃ̴̢̗̯͈̞̜̖̲͍͛̕̚͠t̵̨̛̙̲̳̗͖̜͚̜̘̰͂̆̀̊́̑̀̃̑ͅ ̵̛̩̳͍̾͗̆̽̃̈́̍͠g̸̟̲̈́͒́́̓͂͘͘ṙ̷̙̹̤̋͗́͋͋̌͌͒̽̒̚e̷̡̧̢̡̟̯̰͓͛͌̃͒̏̅̀̈́̀́̚̕͝ͅͅȁ̴̡̛͇͉̤̩̜̘̥͖̺̅̾̚̚t̶̟̯̲̓͑͆̀͂͌͠ͅ ̴̧̛̛̰̯̦̲̪͕̯̳͍̺̓̀͆́̕̚͜͠͝͠g̸̛̫̬̫͈̣͍̣̥̺̦̪̭̎̍͑͑̈̔̐̇͌̀̋̀̚ŕ̵͈̜͈̰͍͚̟͂͗̀̒̃͝e̷̢̦̙̗̬͙̫̝̜̜͐̀̈́̐̄́̓̚ͅà̷͔͎̭͈̳̥̍̑̆͌͜t̶̢̺̯͓͈̗̝̪̪̂̎̀̎͐͊̾̒̏ ̸̳̖͙̟̗̥̺̙̃̾̐̔͌͋̓̾͊̀̇͘̚̚͜ģ̴̰͇̹͈̳͇̹̘̙͓̇̎̐́̈́̾̄̑̐̒̎͝͝r̵͚͖͕͊̌̕e̶͙̫͖̝̜̋̐̃͒͐̈͗̄̽͠a̴̡͖̳̗̟̣͓͎̿̈́͋̀̄͗̊͒̎̐͂̋ͅt̶̰͇̬͒̈̃̄͒̀̇̈́̿͒͂́̔̌͋ ̸̛̬̦̬̍̿͐̓̊͋̈̂͆̓͘͝͝ġ̷̲̭͑̈́̐́̋̐̿̀́r̶͖̖͙̗̺͕̜̝̒̈͛́̚͝͝͝͝e̵̡̡̱̳̘̣̮͔͇̜̺͛̀͗͋̐́̉̓̑̕͜͝a̵͎̹̱̗̙͙͑̿͂̋͊̇̅̑̉̈́͘͝͝t̷̡͋͒̓̓̏̔̈́̊̌̐͐̀̎͝ ̷̨̐̇̄̎̓̌̅̈́͂̎̉g̸̛̹̉̇̆̏r̷͙͎̾̿̾͌̎̽͑͊͆̎͑̏̚e̵̡͙̱̭͍̭͍̻͐͒̒͋̂̍̀̾́̒͒̕a̶̧̳͙͈̐͐̽̄̾t̷̢̉͂̈ ̶̧̟̝̠̬̪͈̖̙̰́̌̔͋̉̾̈͘ͅģ̵̻͉̼̋̎͛̔̎͊́̈́̍̚ŕ̸̡̝̬̯̹͗̈͊̓̈́̌̊̊͠͝ë̴̗͈̞̭̗̬̩̣̘̪́̌̿̋̎̏͊͑ͅͅå̵̻͚̘̬̠̫̞̠̰̎̏̿͊ţ̷̨̖̺͙̤̦̭͓͙͇̯̹̗͛̀̓͘͝ ̵̜̮̠̯͕̝͙̻̺͉́̂̓̅͑̈́͑͘̚͘͝͠ͅͅͅg̴̢̞̗̦̖̣̱̩̼̟͎͉̔͌͌r̴̮̤͖̲̫̮̍̐̏̍̎̒̄͌͒̽̂͊͝ę̴̨̛͙͍͚̖̪̩̟̠̗̲̣͂̐̑̾̇͐̕͜͠͠ͅa̵̢̧͇̘͔̬̬̓͛́͋͒̈́͗̏̚̕͘t̸̪̖͙̹̠̽̀̀̾̈́̂͂̉͜ ̸̨̧̞͖̻̯͎͇̞͓͖̟̠̳̍̈́́̃̉̋͝ͅǵ̵͇̝̫̟̬̟̟́͆̈ṛ̸̨̛͇̠͎̠̠̈̓e̵͚̦͂̉̈́̄͛͗͂͋͐͛̀͝͝ȃ̸̡̛͍͔͉͍̳̲͈̠͓͓̬͕̄̊̚͘t̵̨̩̘̹̻̰͎̍̊͜ ̶̨̰̠̫̙̘͍̙̰̺̆̓̀̅̈́̈́̽͊͂͊́̀̌̎͝ǵ̸̠̌̈́r̸̙̩̈̉̅͑̕͠ę̷̨͖͍̖͕̱͓̊̈́̓̏̀̔͒̄̕a̶̢̲̟͍̞̳̲̖͓̖̜̹̒t̵͔̗͖͚͚͚͎̀͆̔̒̆̃͒̔̈́́̔̓̄͋ ̷̨̲̠̦̼̠͓̪̻̻̑̉͐́̓̀̆̈́̈́̓̎̓ͅg̷̛̛̲̲͖͓̼̝͉͙̣̞͐̊̈́̊̀͑̈́͋̀̋͘͜͝͝r̴̜̙͊̃͑̀͊͘a̴̼̠̽͒͆̑͋̅̓̚̕n̷̡̡̡̗̮̟̟͔͕̫̮̼̯̟̆͌̒̽̀̀͘͝d̶̢̧͍͖̝͇̖̣̜̞̟̒̇̌̋́́͋f̴̩͐́͗̏̂̇́̐͆͗a̴̢̢̛̛͖̲͍̩̒̇͑̂́͐̒͌̕̚t̸̢̛̛͎͍̝̞̫͎͔͙̯̪̻̍̈́͗̅̈́͋̂͂͝h̵̡̨͍͕̞̰̘̦̰̩̔̍̓͜e̶̛̜͓̭͍̬̘̤͇̦͓͕̔̂̈́̈́̄̑̚r̷̮̍́̆͐̔͑̋ ̴̭̝͕̪͗̿̍̄̆̊̑̇̕͠ŵ̶̢̱̥̥̬̦̼͚̂h̸̭̣͈͖̜̬͈̩̙͕̺̤͂̽̿́̈̐̉̅͒̚̚e̴̢̨̻̝̣̬͓͚̝̬̹̥͕̋͑̀̋ͅṉ̵̡̭̻͙̖͔̫͖͍͓̦͚͕̯̇̐̈́͆̉̎̒̃̅̚ ̵̬̫̮̗̟̺͕͖͙͉͓̎̊̇̿́̽̽͘͜͝ẖ̷̢͎̲̪̉͆̍̒̐͆e̷̢̦͈̻̖̳̓͆͝ ̷̘͌͂̈́͝w̷̥̪̙͔̬̝̭̞̳̬̻͇̫͐̉͆͌͑͊̕͝͝a̸̛͇͇̰͗̅̀̾͗͒̀̌̚̚͝s̷̨̤̺̩̭͚̆̾̐͜͝ͅ ̷̧͚̻̫͎̏͜ͅs̶̡̜̩̪̦̙͚̠̳̝̜̲̗̪̭̅̊̈́ţ̸̨̩̭̱̙̤̤̥̘̓̏͜i̸̢̘̘͇̥̜͇͚̜̙͓͚͇̅̑̍͒̈́̍̇̋̃̀̀͒͘l̵͎̱̣͇̺͕͉̪̤͍̬̭͍̔̐̀́̀͑̃̚͝l̸̻̠̥̳͚͉̊̔̍́̀̈́̄̋͊̀̃̑̀̐ͅ ̵̨̧͙̹͓̯͖͈̝͓͔͙͆͒̏̾͆͋̔̈́̕͜s̸̰̩͓͐̀̐̄̿͋̓̎̈́͗͗͝p̷̧̛͖̥̠̖͇̤̽̐́͆̈͗̈͗͜͠ͅͅé̵̹̭͉̪̘̯̮̝̣̈r̴̨̘̞̺̺̭͖̹̖̖̤͌̂̃͑͊͋̎̌͐m̸̺͎̬͉̰͒͗̈́̓̒̂́̄̚.̴̡̜͇̟̖̠͍̋́͑͂̔͑̋͗͛͘ͅ ̵̡̡̨̠̼̦̠̖̭̜͈̼͒̍̈̿͐̑̿̓̃̏̕͝A̵̧̲̣̙̪̲͓̘̦͔̜͑̓̑͐̓̂̈́̽̅͋̀̈́̚͝ņ̸͔̤̝̟̱̭̜͈̿̓̒͗̐̈̑͂̂̄͛͜d̷̢̛̰̥̪͍̜̻̔͋̏̊͝ ̵̪͔̪̲̤̳̣̣͇̏̍̎͐̃ļ̷̧̝͎̼̗̭͖̠͈̦͔͙͒͌́̈́̏͐̊̇́̈́̀̈́͘͝ͅe̵̻̍̇̂́̇͒̐̀͝t̴̛͇̗͌̂̾̔̃̽͊̍̈́̀'̶̨̣̮̲͛͋͂̽̆͘ŝ̵̘̙͔̼͛̽͊͊̚͝ ̴̧̲̩̘̩͎̞̞̝̈́͊̈́̎̂̿̎̅̇̇̓̈́̕͜ͅn̷̢̖̪͙̟̹͔͔͎̐̄̓ǫ̵̨̱̩͉͓̟̣̻̞͙̖̂̾̈́̇̔͆̿̄̇̕͠ţ̵̬̣͍̬̜̟͎̻̯̪̯̑̌̇͋̋̈̈́͆̌̕ͅ ̵̳͈͈͙̻̠͇̗̬̫̏͐̏͌͐̄̓́̏̿̆͂̐͊̈́͜g̸̻͚̜̫̹̟̺̙̤̦̋̏o̷̪͔̙̩̙̿͗͘͝ ̵̺̗̰̼̭̝͙̠̹̝̭̹̰͇̾̎̓͑̉̀̓͝͝͠i̶͖̜̞͉̦̻̩̭̓̄̾̈́̏͂͆͒͐͒̊͋n̶̥͚͔̤̝̜͔͇̜̭̺̮̯̯̎͆͌́̀̈́͐͂̂͘ͅt̷̥͎̳̦̟̺̼͓͚̃͒͑̍̈́͘̚ò̶̹̄̆̈́̊̈́̌̚͠͝͝ ̷͎͇̘̼̙͕̮̰̦̎̂͌͜ͅh̶̡̛̪͈̲͖̪͈̤̩͓̤̮͖̅͒̀́̌̈́͊͆̉̈́̍͜͜ǫ̴͇͙̦͓̦͓͍̓̉̌̽͠w̵͖͍̠͙̙̝̺͖̭̾̀̑͛̓̔̒͗͆́ ̴̢̮̻̖͈̣̫̦̠̖͈̜̃̒̏̂͝ͅs̴̢̞̝̥̊̆͋̀͗͒͑t̴̪̲͉͗r̷̝̙̝͛̿̀̔̾̅͐͊͂͗͒̄͛͘͝ǫ̷̮̖̠̯̺̑͌̈́͋̀̍͋̕̕͝͠n̴̡̡͕̹̥͙͐̄̓g̸̡̏̅͋̅ ̶̡͇̠̜̮̫̃́̈́̀͑̎̓̊̆̊͒̾̚̕Ǐ̵̱̭͕̝͕̠͙͒̓ ̶̧̡̫͇̻̟̳̩͂̅͑͜ą̷̮̦͎̭̬͕͇̺̹̬̣̩́͌̂̂̀̋̎͑͝ͅm̵̛̳͈͖̠̣͚̱̰̠͇̊ͅ,̸̢̨̡͍͖̤̥̰̥͈̖̼̋̇̋̏ͅ ̸̨̢̦̼̝͔̖̦̰͈̬͈̒̋̎͛̿̓̑̆̿͑͂͝ą̷̩͒̎̈̒̍̎͒̒̉͘̚n̶̜̣̩͈͚̤̙͎̹̐̅̐̈͊̆͑̀͒̅̀̈́̚ͅd̸̨̛̙̯͎͚̱̗̳͉̞̀̈̅̓̄͑̏̈́̅̏̂̕͝͠ ̵̧͓̻̰̰̌̈́̌͠t̵̛̹̭̯͎̲͊̈́̋́́͑̀͒͠͝͠h̷̡̥̥͕̪̱͎̤̼̲͙̩͚̾ǐ̴͎̑̐̌̂̾̉̀̚͠͠ş̵̮͍͚̜̹̭͕̱̮̙̼͛̾̒͂̔̽͌̂̓͜͠͝ͅ ̸̢̢̨̪̖͕͈̟̥͖̩̱̐̔̈́̅į̶̨͕̻̤̫̘͓͍̥͖͕̞͛̈́̈̏̎̓̈́̚͝s̷̲̜̮̣͉͉̬͍̣̘̙͒̄̎ ̸̡̢̧̛̘̹̻̹̗̣͉̞͕͉̠̪͆̏̈́̔̇̈́͂̆̔̊̕w̶̡̨̮͓̞̓̀̎͊̀̇̐̔̑̋̓̿̿͘i̷̢̞̞̫̹̙͈͈̿͆̆̿̓́͗̒̓̌͗͝t̵͍̹̳̺̟͎̓͂͌̂̌̇̈́̕͝͝h̷̭̱͊̔̂́̚ő̷͓͓̱̹̬̦͉̣̙̃̃̏͛̿̐̽͜͝ų̴̛̩̥̬͈̀̉͒̈́͋̄t̸̨̛͔̗̪̰̦̠̬͌̍͜ ̴̛̛͇̼̪͉͎̖͍̬͈̻̤̒̽̈́̿̈́̍̇̂̂̿̚̚͝t̵͉̩͕͖̥̾͒̐͐̌̈́̾̈́ĥ̵͖̱̜̖͚̠̜̜̗̗̦̻̙͖̽͌͗̈́͐a̸̛̙̗̬̦̩͙̫͓͚͉̼̓̂̊̊ṯ̸͍̼̳͊̑̅̌̎̓̍̾̂̎̅̃̿͝ ̷̛̜̐̉̋́̔͐̂̇̌̚̕c̵͕͚̞͙̠͖͎̾̆́̿̈́̕͜ư̶͇͖̫̹͎̳̥̥͓̒̊͋̍͗̃̐̍̊͆̈̚͜ͅl̵̛̤̘̖͋̂̒͗̉͐̑̕ţ̶̭̱͖̬̥̱̲͂͆̓̅͌̉͝i̴̡̟̮͎̫̲̰̱̦͕̬̠̔̓̈̎̒̈́̔̎̂̇̍̆̕͝v̴̛̗̦̻̯͎̮͈̘̋̔̔͆̍͊́̌̇̕͝a̸͓̱̹̫̤̝̟̟͈̝̫̣͋͛̇̈̒ţ̷͇̯̯̙̜͚̞̬̣̜͍̗͓̺̈́i̴͓͕͉͇̼̫̗̘̲̹͈̬͍̯͔͑̉̉͐o̴̡̪͈̪͎͉̒̓̑̆̓͌̆n̴̡̩̘̪̘͕̹̤̮̠͎̈́͐̈́̀̅̌̆̆̈́̈́́͘͜͝ͅ ̸̛̛̪͕̣̠̣̪͇͔͍̿̽̏̊̂̽̿̅̌̀͘b̴̠̪̰̥͇̼̜̞̘̜̣̦͛͊̈̀̓́́͒̕͘͜ṳ̶̧̜̠͉̳̼͙̦͈̜̦̍́͐͒́̿̒̈́͆̕͝l̸̢̡̨͇̣͈̳͍̱͆͒̿̐͋͜͝ļ̷͖̗̦̲͐̓̏̐̿͌̈́̉͒́́͊̈́́͘s̵̛̟̳̰̤̲͉̼̦̒́̄͠ͅͅḧ̶̹̓̀͌͋͝i̵̪̩͈͚̝̠̠̣̺͙̥̠̅͋t̵̡̧͔̫̭̭͇͎̫̥̬͙̩̦́̽̏ͅ ̸̨̡̠̦͙̘̩͙̝͎͇͎̌͑y̷̨̹̟̩͇̙͖͓̲̰̳͍̳͌̄̒͘ͅǒ̶̡̱͍͇͓̫͍̩̭̭̹̀ứ̴̼̰͔̯͙͎̳͓̹͚͖͓̄̈̒̈̀̄̈̌͑̆̏̊͝ ̸̭̍̓̒͗̄̊a̴̜̮̎̈́͗̽͊͗͐̊͋̚n̴̪̰͇̼͌̊̔d̸͉͋̀ ̷̙̳̻̫͖͈̲͈͌ŷ̵̧̺͓̝͕̹̬͈̭̯̻̝̬̥̑̑̓͗̀͋̉͘͠͝o̵̢͙̜̦̖̥̺̺͂́̓͋͊̉̏̅͒̔̈͋͝ų̴̳͇̖̱̱̰̲̫͕̙̥̰͙̼̏͒͛̆̆̈̈́̑̉̎̏͂͘͝r̸̡̛̪͚̳͖̤̼̃̇͐̅̽̒̋͆̌͒ ̴̡̧͔̳̘̭͎̲̖̄͆͊̔̅͑̉͊̆̎̇̍͑͝ͅf̷͈͔͇̜̪͉͇̳̂̋̀͊̂͗̂̀̍̈́̕ͅͅṳ̴͓̤̼̦̙͕͍̳̦͕̖̞͆̏͌͐͗̃̍͐̚͘͜͜͝͠c̵̤̪͋̋̓̉̍̇k̸͉̖͉͑͒́́̇̋͝͠ì̵̫̦̈́́̽́̌̉̇̆̍͝͝ͅn̷̘̘͍̩̔̊̂̋́̐̚ģ̴̮̼͎̌̂͂̆̈̕ ̶̨̢̩͉̯̗̺̦̥̩͍͉̪̉̄̈́̌̄̾̃͜ͅk̸̺̖̠̹̺̥͙͙̙̯͈̜͛̀͒̈́̇̍̉̌̔͘̕ͅi̶̯͇̗̦̰̰̗̣̗̞͔̥͋̎̀̈́̀͋͆͌̎̅͗̚͜͜͝͝n̸̡̡̠̪̜̱̜͈̮̩̮̘͎͈̓͊̿̆̾̍̿͌ͅ ̶̝͕̟̝̠̬̑͛̈́̇̅̓͑́̈́̆̈́͜͠a̸̢̹̹͕̲͉̳͎͈͕̼͔̓̒͂͐̈́̓͒̓̒̀ļ̶̣̜̼͓̗̯͎̎̒̊̇͜͝ẅ̷̨̰̭̱̩̫͕͚̋̈̀̚͘ą̸̨̩͉̳̖̖̐̈́͝y̴̢̖̗͓̯̯̯̻̹̪͊̓̾̕̚͝s̶͇̳̺͓̗͙̗̍͂͑̽̽̽͊ ̶̝̮̱̪̍ţ̶̨̛̜̬̏̏̀͂͝ą̵̦͚̻̟̙̭̥̳̝̣̞̗̯̤͗̃̏́̈͊͘͝l̴̢̙̲̯̦̬̩̯͖͇̯͇͑͂̏̑̍̾̄͛́̈́͛̑͠͝k̵̮̞̘̿̈͛͐̅̌̓͛͛͝ ̶̢̝̙͇̯͔̙͚͉̮̳̙͈̏̃̑̒̀͝͝s̸̬͕͎̙͚̓̐͛̾̑̉̂́̍̏̑́͘͝m̴̨̨͖͎͎̫͎̯̟̬̋̽͐͗̃͐̋̄̎̌̎̆́̈́ä̶̡̨̘͕͙͙͔͝c̷̨̻̈́̉̀̔̐́͊͜k̶̲̺̘͕̟̻̪͍͔̠̈́́̓̈́̃͘ ̶̧̥͍̭̬͎̺̫̍̃̃͌͊͐͘͘͝å̵̡͔̟̪̫͎̮̠̭͎̳b̸̨̛̮͍͙͕͖̺̖͇̺̳͗̾͑̅̀́͐̎̑̑̑̽͘͠ͅo̷̢̨̼̘̫̹̘̺͖̦̳̝͓̞͂̍͗͜u̸̧̲͙̟̥̮̜͖̤͌͒̂̃̽̇̇́̏̕͘͝ͅt̴̢̛̙̼̙̼̲̟̞̗̟̠̹̖̐̔́͐͛̔̏̿͝͠.̶̡̱̤̣̮̖̭͉̟͎͓̖͐́̈̍͐̒ ̴͖̯̮̦͇̱̠͎͇̈͊Ÿ̴͙̪̹͓́̊͌̾̈́͂̌̓̀́̕Ō̵̧̳̟̥̺̻̦̗̮̫̙̗̻̅͑̎̾͑͑͂̈́̓͌̊̕̕͜ͅŲ̵̛̺̞̜̪̗̰̰̍͒̂̈́̿̋͂̎͌͛̌̇̚͝.̴̧̡̖̠̯̟͓̙͓̺͉̜̙̆ͅ ̶͍̤̏̓͊̆͋̎̅̈͋͂͑̈́Ą̵̰̩̩̫̞̤̗͙͎̾̒̇́R̸͙̰̯̗̭̦͔̲̲̍̄̀́͂͌̇́̏͘͘͘͝Ȩ̸̛̛̫͓̺̹̞̩͍͊́͗͊̅̄̏̚͘̚͘͝.̸̛̘̼̈̑͑͌̒̎̍̅́͂͌̄̕ ̵̤͓̭͑̓͒̃̄̑̌̄͗̒̋̊̅̿͝N̷͙̙̥͎̣̙̬̱̂Ỏ̴̙͓̲̝͙̥̮̎̐̄̀͌͋͊̀̉̄̋̃͝͠T̶̢̟̱̰̪̗̝̤̝̹͑͒́͋̍̃̽͑̈́̓̃͂̕͜.̴̧̦͍̠̦̺̹̼͚̑̂̈́̊ͅ ̵̡̢͕̗̻̝̠͈̝̭̉͂̔̾͋͋̌͂͛̄́͝Ǒ̶̹̩̮̟̰̙̮͍̯̺̝͎̞̔̈̓̈͑̍̌̀͆͗̽̕͠ͅN̸͕̝͙̯̫̯͈̦̈́̄̋̋͂́̚͘͜ͅ.̸̢̧͉̖͖͖͕̈́̒͑̊͊̕͜ ̸̜̝̗̲̘̖̰̖̳͕̀̄̔̎͑̆̿͜͜͝͝M̷̨̨̛̫͕̙̭͖̺̪̟̲̹̺̪͚̔͊͗͗̄̾͊̒̅̿̕͘Y̷̡̤̜̯̻̘͙͍̦͔̥̰͈̞͂͋͒̄͐̿̇̽̃͐́.̶͚̥̤̮̩͎͊̅̎̍̕͠͝͝ ̶̖̤̳͕̝̘͇̼̬͉͓̋̌̋͌͌͛͝͝L̵͚̝̦͇̤̲̫̝̠̯̝͓̏̌̾̐͆͐͂͋͑̕Ę̸͈̰͖̼̦͎̰̟̳͊̅̏́̄̎͛͆͝͝V̷̧̛̝̭͚̓̀́͋́̅͂̀ͅẸ̶̺͎̱͑͋̎́͆͂͘Ļ̵̣̺̞͔͈͓̝̥̎̔͂̊̌̐̎̈́͌.) I said to him as he was shaking like a little bitch at what I just blasted at him, I could swear that if he wasn't in ghost mode he'd be pissing himself silly like a fucking retard.

(Alright, let's go the fuck home alright, as much as this whole thing was a failure, we got bigger fish to fry and I wanna be the first to squeeze the lemon on it.) I said to them as I got Midoriya up by slinging his arm on my shoulder as I whispered (How much did you get out of him?) as he then answered back (As much as I could that was within the bounds of his trials. There's probably more inside of the vaults.) I smiled at what he said as I then said back to him (I'll deal with the dragon later, right now we need to set up a fresh solidified base of operations for us to make use of so that we don't end up getting stabbed too hard.) he nodded as we all went back to the pilot who was gulping at the sight of the two dead dragons that were outside of the strange vault thing.

(We're going back to the Citadel, and I can assure you, you'll be rewarded with whatever award there is to be given for getting this little job done.) I said to her as she saluted me and restarted the ship. (Get some food in your bellies while we head home, we have some other issues that we need to address. The first is in the sky.) I said to them as Stain, Hestia and Belle looked up as Midoriya was quite late at moving his head upwards. And then their jaws just dropped. They saw an enirt planet that was extremely close to them.

(If we do so much as slightly off-put the weight of one planet. We'd most likely be fucked, that's what I'm thinking, you get me?) I said as they nodded dumbly while still keeping an eye at the sight. (Don't worry, I have the Domain setting up at least a couple hundred thousand of towers to try and keep the distance at a very specific level. We're gonna need more, but don't worry, I already have a couple ideas on how to make this a good thing.) I said to them as they didn't really know what I was planning just yet.

But don't worry, I'll tell you all instead. I plan to mine the other planet to the very last of it's possible resources and then just get everyone that's there, and install as many planetsized super thrusters to move that shit away from us. It'll take years, even I know that. But hey! Sci-fi go brrrr. That, and it's sort of interesting to me about how far we can push technology. Of course there are others who like the other side of the spectrum, and I can respect that side as well. But there's just something just enchanting about the idea to be able to go beyond the boundaries of humanity itself with the help of the tool that created and formulated all of the tools that existed. That's right, human fucking brain baby.

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/Three or So Hours Later/

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(Well then, this meeting had begun.) I declared to the room as they all looked at me as I then had the two monarchs sent in. The council immediately recognized Wanhe as the emperor of the only empire that we allowed to exist still in the continent. (Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Blue Wind Emperor Cang Wanhe and his daughter, the princess of the Blue Wind Empire, Cang Yue.These two people are from the other world that I may or may not have brought over form a completely different timeline of reality. Now then, any questions?) I asked them as the entire room was quiet since they weren't the type to really question them, well, except for- (What is you mean you brought people from a different timeline?! How do you even do that? More importantly, why would you even do that in the first place?!) Hestia asked me as I actually nodded to her question. (Well at least somebody actually asked a question, well for the first Hestia, I was able to do it, because I don't actually know, I truthfully have zero to no clue as to how you do something like this. But I was able to do it, and as for the second, mainly it was due to me wanting to make certain people in this reality to suffer, just like always.) I said to her as she then slammed her hand into the table.

(Again?! You're going to do something villainous again?!) she said at me as I shrugged (If I can be the bad guy, while simultaneously helping those who I choose to help, then that's completely good for me. Although, I have a personal prejudice against cultivators, and so does most of the people within this room right now.) I said to her as she then noticed that the room was currently gripping most of their hands at what the cultivators once did to them. (And I don't regret if I make the cultivators a minority from a majority. It's happened many times in the course of history, but for the sake of a feel of necessity, I take all responsibility for whatever may occur within this new rush of events that could happen.) I said as I then continued (If that's all the questions that you have Hestia, let's begin the meeting.) I said as I started with a new plan for what to do with all the cultivators of this world.

2316 words. Oh yeah, if we weren't ready to kill the first universe in the first place, I can see why it would be a challenge to slaughter all the cultivators of a universe that's twice as big as the first. But we'll push through it. Anyways and as always, I'll see you guys, on the dank side of the moon! Peace out everybody! Goodbye~

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