CH: 6 Creating Identity

"I can't recall, the moment I perished, it all blurred into nothingness. Even as I opened my eyes anew, my memories linger in a fog," she confessed, her voice quivering with a profound fear. My gaze held steady, prompting her to hasten her words, "I doubt my soul ventured to hell or heaven, or any ethereal realm. Surely, if I had encounters with demons or anyone who guides me to the afterlife would be etched in my memory." The room constricted around us, shadows waltzing on the walls, as her words hung ominously, enveloped in an unsettling stillness that accentuated the profound uncertainty of her existence.

It was pretty understandable even when I had being these experiments I wasn't hoping to see something like that so it was one of the most expected answers I had thought before Heavens and Hell Gods and Primordials or even An Endless I knew nothing like that would happen at most I thought some lower demons would appear due her being stupid even to deal with demons after all she was trying to summon mother fucking Trigon. So it was a very feasible answer that was within my expectations.

Seeing me silent for so long triggered some PTSD moments as she spoke with a trembling voice. "Ma__ster are you going to ki.. Kill me again."

Her fearful tone interrupted my contemplation, and as I glanced at her, a subtle chuckle escaped me. as it was time for me to play the God part in front of her and slowly replace that image of Trigon with mine.

Placing my hand on her head stopped what I was doing and healed her completely as this was I need her to focus and engrave in her mind when all the pain disappeared must have felt great but she wasn't celebrating or something in fact opposite of that she was sweating profusely as eri silent was between as she shut her eyes and graffitied her teeth waiting for the pain but it didn't as she opened her eyes and looked at me. With the eyes of a frightened cat that saw its death.

"Life begins with a breath, yet humans start dying the moment they take their first one." I gestured toward my hands, stating, 'It's rather amusing, you see. With these hands, I hold the power to reshape reality. I can turn oxygen into gold, coal into diamonds.' As a gold bar materialized alongside a finely crafted diamond, I continued, 'I can mend the fabric of existence, make the impossible tangible.'

"I can make old people young again heal any injury or wound stop aging I can stop death you I can bring the dinosaurs back to life i can raise the dead I can make trees that grow fully cooked pepperoni pizzas you name it and I can do it, I can cure most of world problems I can end world hunger poverty I can cure Cancer HIV or any Disease I can end world phamen I can create more oxygen clean oceans remove carbon footprints love climate crisis I can create more land heal glaciers I can create more energy than the whole sun build engines faster than light end ageing and Environmental disaster create super soldier capable of running faster than Bolt smarter than Aniston capable of lifting tons in short I can transform the world into a Type II civilization within a decade.

And most importantly I can perform fusion" With a swift movement, I merged the gold and diamond, next second the gold bar disappeared and what remained in my hands were just the same looking diamond as before. As she was looking at Diamond with questions, I cleared some of her questions. "This diamond now defies the laws of nature, Do you see this it's a diamond that shouldn't be existing as now this diamond has gold's density it's heavier than any diamond of same size in the universe something that shouldn't exist it's almost 20 times heavier than any diamond of same size and it doesn't end there as I can perform fusion as many times as I want on same thing which meant I can give this diamond tensile strength of tungsten stretchiness of rubber cold properties of liquid nitrogen. I can combine it with anything I want and as many times as I want.

Also important to note that I can choose which characteristics they want to be most prominent in each fusion can fuse any two objects/things together meaning there is a whole new smorgasbord of possible fusions and creations discwork I can make I mean anything to be honest this whole fusion thing could probably be a power on its own I could create super weapons entirely new elements human animal hybrids human machine hybrids animal machine hybrids animal animal hybrids and so on and so on think of any two things in the world and mash them together boom something that never been created now exists it's also really important to note that once something is fused it can be fused again so if I want to create a triple tread atrocity like bear pig man, half man half bear half pig yeah sure that's how this works. but this also means there is no limit on the number of people/things that I can fuse with effectively granting someone the ability to stockpile and steal power just like all for one now that's an insane power on its own. It's like Reality-chan came knocking.

Hmm… Reality-chan. Someone needed to anthropomorphize that asap just so I could literally give her the middle finger and slam my cock down her arse. my ability to now turn reality into my moaning bitch that gave me pause or made me giddy.

Yet here I am wasting my time, standing in front of a woman who things it's a good idea to summon Trigon mother fucking Trigon some far far worse than Satan himself somebody who consumed the Heart of Darkness, along with the collected evils of nearly one hundred galaxies, which heralded the true birth of Trigon. With his newfound power, his first target were his parents; he shredded them of their flesh and wore their skin.

So be grateful be very very grateful that you met first before even got glimpses of Trigon if you did death would have been least of your worries describing it into human language would have been impossible what he would have done not only to your body but your very soul a pain a death a torment he could inflicts transcends mortal comprehension, a fate even Hell's demons cannot conceive."

In commanding tones, I conveyed my message, strategically inserting pauses to let the gravity of my words settle. With each uttered phrase, I orchestrated the transformation of Trigon's ominous image into that of a colossal deity—the new deity being none other than myself. In the realm of this fanatic's beliefs, I sought to supplant the malevolence of Trigon with the ascent of a colossal and benevolent god, strategically becoming the deity that would dominate her fervent faith and her crazy beliefs.

Upon the culmination of my discourse, a disquieting hush enveloped the room, amplifying the weight of my words. Temporal scrutiny revealed the hour to be 7 PM, and cognizant that my mother typically returned by 8, I discerned it was opportune to depart. My intention was a week-long absence, a deliberate hiatus to afford her solitude, allowing the intricate machinery of her ruminations to whirl undisturbed. For, as the maxim posits, humans, being inherently social creatures, are often besieged by the phantoms of their minds when cast into the abyss of prolonged isolation, particularly amid the ebon tapestry of absolute stillness.

Before my exit, I orchestrated an unsettling tableau, meticulously ensuring an ordeal of unparalleled disquiet without an erosion of her mental equipoise, assuming she possessed such a semblance. Stripping away the luxury of repose, I exiled sleep from her dominion. I meticulously satiated her corporeal needs, preempting the intrusion of hunger, and expunged the remnants of physiological excretion. Moreover, I expunged the chamber's surveillance apparatus removing the tv mirrors and all things used for torture, leaving her ensconced solely in the embrace of profound darkness and her contemplations.

***

Next day.

Marvel and DC had some pretty descriptive books on what true matter manipulator and telepathy could do, and I planned to use them to the fullest extent to make sure I don't die a premature death. Speed, strength, and reflexes were needed, this was the perfect chance to make the change to my body while I had this week break.

After three days of experiments on the body of Marissa, I was somewhat ready. There were still few gaps in my knowledge and understanding. And I don't plan to do any lethal, possibly dangerous experiments on my body knowing full well consequences at worst I could lose my quark. Yes, the chance of that happening is nearly zero; it's very highly unlikely something like that would happen but it's still not zero.

That's why I was here in the very pristine Gautam Hospital owned by none other than the Waynes.

It baffles me to no end to see how ignorant Gotham's citizens are here. I was a toddler running around in a hospital filled with people without any supervision. Then again I can't blame them, this ignorance is what allows them to live to see another day.

So me being a toddler strolling past a few doctors touching them here without being noticed way as easy as walking in the park.

And with a simple touch, they all were forced to go on a small bathroom break. And with another touch they were out cold.

The best way to make the improvements I needed was to gather more knowledge of the human body and then go from there. Opening my senses, touching all their heads simountenlsy but keeping my mind closed was hard at first, but I was able to get it down after the second hour. By now no one has yet to notice a few doctors who were missing for a bathroom break.

It started as a dull noise, then became a loud roar as I heard and sensed all the emotions and thoughts of those with me inside the heads of doctors. The trauma and pain almost forced me to curl up into a ball and cry before I was assaulted with joy and jubilation by few who were able to deliver good news to new children and people being told they are cured.

Honestly, it was almost all too much for me to take. After all last time I did this with single person who had nothing more then pain in her mind.

Taking a deep breath, I slowed down my mind and fine-tuned my senses. The memories and experiences I wanted were those of the doctors and nurses, yes I did pull 3 females in the male bathroom.

and maybe a few things and whatever else might have important information that could help me survive. I left the remaining junk for now and the other twenty memories and experiences that lit up on my senses as the others went dim.

With my mind reacting like a radar to my thoughts that helped me zero-in on more than a few doctors from whom I started to pull information about the human body. With that down, I went around downloading everything I could from each doctor, from stitching wounds to the proper procedure to bed down a patient, old or infirmed. Before I knew it, I was becoming a world-class doctor, and I hadn't even started kindergarten yet.

When I thought about that, I gained a manic gleam in my eyes. Now that I was in a world like a comic story. Nobody in the world ever thought of using these powers like this.

I could already see people calling me Dr. to my face, but I had to temper my excitement because I had such a long way to go to get to such high standards.

One day though I will rule all, but first let's use my powers to make a few changes to my body.

But before all that I swiftly made my way out of the bathroom leaving men and three women in a gents toilet. After that I made my way home.

The mission was successful in fact it was so easy that I felt like I didn't do anything.

One's I arrived home I started to make some preparations, creating and changing what I would be required for my enhancements.

After that I laid on the only bed in the house. I made sure to make it as comfortable as possible without raising any suspicion from mom.

There was no way that I would spiderman my body. Not only did I not have access to the OZ formula but I also didn't want something like that to get out into the DC universe, I could do that without the OZ formula but to do that I would require to destroy and rebuild my body countless times.

In fact, I plan to do something similar to it with Marissa having her reach on peak of what a human could be, not on the super soldier not on the level of Batman. Not much much higher than them, something truly peek without having her go bald just like cistern someone if I had compared them on the level of Yujiro Hanma the Ogre. Or even higger than him.

But for now I have to work with something less. What I could do was bring my body to peak human fitness, stamina, sense, agility reflexes with the agility to boot.

The first few changes felt like fire was being poured into my veins, and it almost caused me to scream out bloody murder. And now I know how Marissa feels now it's far far worse.

Anyway, weakness was unbecoming of Doom, and I refused it, so with a quick review of my mind, I had my pain receptors shut down so I could continue with the procedure.

Multiple times I had to stop what I was doing to make sure that my body was hydrated with the correct amount of fluids and fluids I prepared before, with the rate my body was burning through liquids from the muscle stimuli and vibrations. Somewhere around two o'clock in the afternoon, I was finally done much sooner than mom was back.

With the improvements finished, I prepared myself for bed, with a thought I reapplied my pain sensors, and when they came online, I was knocked out cold from the overload and overwork.

o.O.o

The first thing I felt when I woke up in the morning was a dull throb of pain. On the TV diagonally from my bed was the news and man was I in for a surprise. The news was reporting about a turf war going on and how something came in and saved the day. Instead of watching blur and superhero bullshit, I changed the channel and was surprised to be greeted with a talking to a news reporter.

With a shake of my head, I hopped out of bed and did my morning routine. After reading Mom's note.

***

With that over with, I dressed in civilian wear and was on my way out of the hospital. Once outside, I was greeted with what could only be considered gloom and Doom. Looking at the sky above me was when it all finally settled in, you can walk the walk and talk the talk. Hell, you can even go so far as to prepare yourself for anything: but it's not until you're given the reality slap to your face that you come to understand how much deep shit you're truly in.

Gritting my teeth, I hunkered down and made my way down the streets. The current plan was to get some thug to try and mug me so that I would relieve him of his cash. Yes, I could create cash, but I am not sure about the unique number. I don't think the FDA or IRS would like to see fake USD in the market.

Well, I can also make my way towards the hard side of town and go to that bar called The Busted Flush. There was never a hero bone in my body, and I wasn't going to go knock on Bruce Wayne's door and ask him for help. There was no need for his bullshit in my life because before long this city would be mine.

Right on cue as I hit the sixth block out from my house, my mental radar picked up the mind of someone that wanted to do me harm. With a grin on my face, I ducked into an alley, acting as if I was taking a shortcut. As I made it near the garbage can, the thug came in behind me while his buddy watched out at the entrance.

With a quick jab, my hand was touching the ground. The ground below thugs changed and turned into liquid and the thug and his buddies sunken into the ground.

My other hand came forward, and I commanded his wallet and the wallets of his friends to spit out of the ground over to my outstretched and open palm. What surprised me though, was feeling the leather of more than one wallet within my mind. With a shrug, I commanded those to also float into my hand.

With a flick of the finger, thugs tossed out of quicksand onto his friends who stood stunned watching. Out of the wallets, I had come into a total of over five hundred dollars and some change. This wasn't going to last me long, but it would do for now. Walking back out of the alley, I made a mental note to learn how to fly once I got the chance.

Making my way to the decent part of Gotham, which to tell you the truth, would be anywhere that wasn't bludhaven. I was able to get myself some lunch and time to put my mind together for what I planed to do. Money was needed and not just scraps, I would need a lot of it if I wanted to follow in the footsteps of Doom. Now that I was in a world like a comic story, I wanted people to address me by my name and a title like my most favorite character of all time. His name was Victor Von Doom, and he was my favorite because we shared the same last name. And now we even share our first name. Victor.

I could already see people calling me Dr. Doom to my face, but I had to temper my excitement because I had such a long way to go to get to such high standards.

So for now, I would have to keep robbing thugs until I gained enough to procure myself a laptop.

I entertained the notion of extracting funds from Marissa, a task easily within my capabilities, yet such an action would tarnish the carefully cultivated image of an all-powerful deity I was crafting in her mind. Opting for financial gain seemed expedient, but the specter of tarnishing her perception outweighed the convenience. Moreover, refraining from pecuniary pursuits served a dual purpose—it spared her from monetary inconvenience and, concurrently, provided a valuable exercise in honing my abilities during this small-scale training session.

With that plan in mind, I went about the rest of my days luring hopeless thugs into back alleys and robbing them blind, while they also tried to hold me at gunpoint. After about the twelfth person I had gotten pretty good with my power hold and no longer needed to stretch my hand out like I was using the force. Although I no longer needed to use my hands, it felt right to keep doing that to people, and some will think I would need a focus. As Victor Von Doom, I would need to hold a few cards to myself.