Chapter 191 Too powerful

The moment I came back I could feel reality distorting around me as I started to tear at the fabric of reality just by existing. “Oh shit! Oh fucking shitty shit.” It appears that anything over 500 points of power is too much for the universe. I immediately began to heal the area around myself as I made an alternate pocket dimension to chill in until I could reduce my power down to being able to live in the world.

I had a few options as I began to design my pocket dimension, creating a mansion/castle out of divinity. I sent out a scrying eye next to look for someone to pull into my pocket dimension. Fuck it, if I’m going to fix the problem, I might as well go all out fixing it. I sent out scrying orbs to find all of my girlfriends, or rather the girls I cared for more than just for sexual release.

Black Widow, Stephanie, Cassandra, Aunt May, Poison Ivy and Harley, Raven who brought her mom, my heads of business(Lena, Zatana, Veronica, and Emma), Lady Shiva, Madame Gao, She-Hulk, Silk, Gwen, Kitty, Talia, Hestia, and Nym… That was too many girlfriends. They were somehow all fine with being brought to my personal island and a few who were wary slowly grew proud they made the cut of being part of my inner circle.

The number of fuck buddies I had surpassed two hundred so making the cut was something to be proud of. I had more sexual partners than days I existed in this world but I was nearing the end. I just needed to run the Justice League gauntlet and go into space for the last few and I’d be happy just settling down and having a few thousand babies from then on.

I looked at them all as I decided to tell them my entire story… Even the bad parts. Starting from the time in the war flying drones to after the war and almost starving. How I killed out of desperation and tried to do my best to feed everyone but was slowly turning away from being the good person I was. I told them about my first wife and the words caught in my throat as I was going to start talking about my second.

Even now, even though I had become a god on the level of Zeus or Odin, so strong I couldn’t even exist in the same dimension or I’d start rending the fabric of reality just from my sheer presence. I couldn’t, it was still too hard to talk about and felt like a jagged knife cutting at my heart. I hadn’t even noticed the tears coming from my eyes or the shakiness in my voice I explained.

“M-my second wife… We were great together, she was… Too attractive for me. I felt lucky being with her and she loved me warts and all. I told her about my previous life the night before I proposed to her and her reaction was why I knew I wanted to marry her. Life with her was pure bliss, I still chase that feeling even now. The pureness of a relationship where you can both trust each other implicitly. We had a child and…”

I was full-on crying now as I kept thinking about it. “He had a tree nut allergy. My stepmother got it in her head that we were both lying and making it up. No matter how many times I told her we weren’t she just kept trying to trick our son into eating nuts. Even when she fed him peanuts with no reaction it only made her believe even more that we were lying for attention.”

My hands were shaking now, and I couldn’t even look at any of them; the feelings were still raw from that day. “W-we… We headed up to her parent's cabin on holiday. When we got there she fed us straight away. This time she made sure that the nuts she fed were tree nuts. Just as my son finished his bowl, she jumped up, cheering that she caught us. That his allergy was clearly fake… Until he started coughing and we left for a hospital immediately.”

Tears flowed down my face as the pain from memories hurt more than a punch from Superman. “We hadn’t renewed our EpiPens for a few years since we didn’t have any problems. An old one still worked they were just less effective and we’d have made it to a hospital before it got too bad with the outdated one… If we weren’t forty-five minutes from a hospital.”

I looked at all of them now, the women I threw myself at to bury these emotions, to bury the feeling of my dead son as I spoke the last part out loud for the first time ever. “My son died… In my wife’s arms while we tried to make it to a hospital… Our child was killed so my mother and law could prove a point that only she cared about. She was willing to risk her own grandson's health to prove he didn’t have an allergy we knew he had.”

I was full-on sobbing at this point as I wiped the tears off my face. “My wife just wanted to grieve but I couldn’t let it go… I fell into a bottle harder than I ever had before and when I finally came to it was next to her parent's dead bodies… We might have been able to recover from what happened but even with me covering it up I think my wife always knew I did it. We got divorced shortly after that… I let her have pretty much everything, even in the other world I had quite a bit of money but… I was dead inside.”

It was true. For the last five years of my life, I barely lived, falling into a downward spiral of sex and drugs. The only thing that woke me up from that nightmare was my terminal illness. My liver was going to fail and I was too old to be considered for a donor, the world wasn’t a good place after the war and most people stopped donating their organs because of all the organ harvesting scams going on at the time.

People began to sell their deceased family members organs to get by and that stuck around, I had given away all my money and wouldn’t live long enough to make up the money to buy one. I was a dead man walking, it was enough of a shock to get me off all the substances but I still kept myself buried in a different woman every night. I wanted to leave behind a legacy but the only thing I’d be remembered for was being a killer. I decided they didn’t need to know about my terminal diagnosis as it didn’t matter in this world.

I looked at all of them again, looks of understanding in their eyes as I looked down. “That’s why I don’t drink or do drugs. I can’t, my body won’t allow me to do them consciously anymore… I think that’s why I’m trying so hard to leave behind a legacy and why I don’t take relationships seriously because… I don’t want to be hurt like that again but I can’t stay that way. Most of you are pregnant and I know I’ll be a big part of the kids' lives… I can’t keep keeping everyone at arm's length, afraid to see the real me anymore…”

I was engulfed in a gigantic hug. Somehow we ended up in each other's embrace, the women all taking care of me. We didn’t all have sex at first, spending almost an entire day just getting closer to each other before one thing led to another and we all ended up in a massive orgy. If any of them weren’t pregnant by that point they were by the end of that session. Somehow our connection felt even stronger, like they were all fully on board this situation now and would help each other out as a big family.

After all the tears of sadness, a few tears of happiness fell down my cheeks at how my life in this world turned out. Things could have gone far worse but right now I didn’t see a way for it to get any better than it was. I loved them and they loved me and all of them were fine with my plans for the future. I fell asleep for the first time in forever, I’d have to give away powers tomorrow as most of the women piled onto my bed trying to get as close as they physically could to me.

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