Capítulo 146: Supernatural
Despite the fact that only charred ruins remained of the mansion on the surface, we still took quite a long time. The thing is, the secret shelter, aside from the huge hole in the roof, the destroyed server room, and the reactor room underneath, was only minimally damaged. Obviously, it wouldn't be very productive to come here if we suddenly wanted to get into a fight, so I decided to take most of the equipment with me. And while Harley and I were cosplaying magical movers, Abby was busy sealing the steel beehive: she was filling the hole in the roof with several layers of strongest plants and covering the whole thing with tons of earth. But now the base can only be reached by portal, because most of the tunnels collapsed after the storm (oh, I don't envy Bats, whose secret passageways leading to Gotham must have also suffered a lot). At the same time, the Shadow Peak isn't far away, so the portal can be set up in about five minutes, as opposed to the usual twenty, and you can jump in and out of it all day long with very little energy expenditure.
In the end, moving to our new place of residence took up most of the daylight hours and a decent portion of the evening. And yes, after a brief discussion, we did decide to stay in our game studio, or the mad scientist's lab, if you believe Mark's words, taking up the entire left side on the north side. Several factors influenced the decision. First of all, the building already belongs to me, so there is no need to bother with the registration and spend money, the amount of which after all the troubles that fell on my head suddenly decreased. It is too early to tighten the belts, but it is already worth thinking about the rapid replenishment of the account. Secondly, the place had been very well prepared for the arrival of Fries and Nora. One additional power supply, taken directly from Bats's stash, is worth a lot, and I'm not even mentioning all the associated peripherals, such as normal grounding, designed for powerful installations, a separate power line with a transformer and distribution network. Thirdly, it should not be forgotten that the building itself had also undergone quite serious modification, and its walls, after all the work, could boast excellent noise insulation and very high strength. It was not for nothing that the Parademons were unable to break into the interior, although they wanted to, judging by the presence of numerous marks near the bars and stylish ice statues at the entrance. By the way, Fryce really distinguished himself by demonstrating the right civic position when he dealt with several cyberbugs. Well, and in conclusion, it is worth noting the rather convenient location of the building. From here you can get practically to any end of the city for the same amount of time. Of course, the southwestern part of Somerset Island could not boast of a good infrastructure, I would generally refer the nearest blocks to a kind of layer between industrial and residential areas, but we were better off due to the small number of neighbors.
In all the running around, I naturally didn't forget about my other lovers.
Harley reported on Babs, saying that she was fine, except for one minor wound on her arm, which the blonde had managed to heal successfully, and a couple of nasty bruises. Mousey was a little out of her depth when she attacked three parademons at once, grabbing civilians, and my favorite didn't bother her, letting her get her bumps under supervision. We won't always be able to keep an eye on the girl, so she should be able to cope with difficulties on her own and assess her own strength, not for nothing has Ivy improved her body, and Bats organizes a master class almost every week.
After contacting Ivy we found out that she had heard about the invasion on the news and immediately rushed towards the nearest big city, but she managed to get to civilization when everything was already over. The green-skinned beauty only had to go to the rescue of emergency services to help with the removal of debris, maintaining a positive reputation, and to chase the miraculously surviving cyberjukes who had not managed to return to their homeland before the portals were closed.
Zee, on the other hand, was seriously different. The lover of corsets and net stockings was quietly preparing for a concert in Rio de Janeiro when she felt a wave of foreign energy sweeping across the globe. In a couple of moments, boom pipes suddenly began to appear all over the Brazilian capital and gloomy towers began to grow like mushrooms after rain. The sexy illusionist was not confused and immediately rushed to eliminate the threat. Thanks to the method of combined portals, as many as two towers fell, and with the help of powerful magic, five craters were gently neutralized. It was impossible to destroy them, as there were captured civilians lying in pods nearby. The hordes of cyberdemons destroyed in the process weren't even worth mentioning. But I could still hear the disgruntled tone in her voice, and her insistence on visiting Shadow Peak tomorrow looked suspicious, making my intuition tingle.
"Phew, I think we're done," the blonde cutie stretched her neck tiredly. - What's up? Shall we call Abby?
"Come on," I took another careful look around the space, searching for flaws. Everything seemed fine.
The last item for today was to equip a new home movie room in one of the empty rooms of the game studio. Of course, it couldn't be compared to the previous one, just because of its smaller size, but we tried to make it incredibly cozy and even put a gorgeous sofa bed, because it's not very comfortable to watch movies in armchairs... Or to do something else interesting.
"Surprise! - We exclaimed at the same time, leading the girl into the room and abruptly removing the blindfold from her eyes.
"I saw the projector and speaker boxes in the hallway..." she said in a measured voice, her intonation betraying her excitement.
"Hmm," we grinned and looked at each other.
"Ta-da, ~poof~.
The room was enveloped in purple smoke for a moment, and when it cleared, the shelf was left standing with boxes of new-to-old Blue-Ray disks for the turntable.
"It's not everything, but we'll definitely rebuild the collection in time," Harley said with a modest shuffle of her foot.
"This is... Thank you, thank you, thank you! - we were clenched in a very tender embrace, pressed against her prominent breasts. Abby's eyes glistened with moisture.
For a moment I was upset that I hadn't canceled the stone skin, which reduced tactile sensations, but it was really useful. It's really quite a good defense against surprise attacks, passive support takes literally a drop of reserve, comparable to spending on a couple of spatial pockets, it's possible to get an analog of an exoskeleton by supplying more mana and strengthening the structure, but, most importantly, it has one incredibly useful undocumented feature. The enchantment somehow blocks emanations of divine energy! I'm ninety-nine and ninety-nine hundredths percent sure of this, or else I'm afraid I'd definitely be decomposed right at the ruins of the mansion. Of course, there were some downsides. Illusions are not friendly with shield spells, so after each activation I have to renew the disguise weave. And it's good that I don't forget to use white makeup with red lipstick, and the spell itself colors my skin dark gray and distorts my facial features a bit, making identification seriously difficult.
"It means a lot to me," the dryad said quietly, not in a hurry to open her arms.
The girl was very sympathetic, showing her incredibly sweet side. It turned out that we were the first to treat her with warmth and care, because even before becoming an elemental, her life was not a happy one. It's hard to call a tyrant uncle, brainwashed servants, and small demons pleasant people even if you want to, and the Parliament of Trees is too alien to the human mind. Even the former Guardian of the Forest was a complete oak (quite possibly literally). And so it came to pass that Harley and I became the closest people to Green's avatar.
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"Oh... That was a little dangerous," I woke up early in the morning and quietly voiced my own thoughts.
Waking up in the arms of two charming beauties lying on my shoulders on either side of me was incredibly pleasant. Though without a pumped-up body, I would definitely have to spend a long time restoring blood circulation in my resting limbs. The reason for my piquant position was the usual spirit of exploration and a dash of adventurism. I realized that the stone skin somehow cut off the emanations of divine energy, but it was just a guess. Wanting to test the theory, while watching a movie with Abby and Harley, I began to slowly weaken the protection by pulling energy from it and erasing pieces of the weave on my limbs.
It didn't take long to get a reaction. After ten minutes, the dryad began to caress me, removing the interfering leaves covering my intimate parts. The faithful assistant, having watched the debauchery a little bit, naturally, did not miss the chance to join me and soon she was sitting on the face of the green-skinned beauty, staining it with love juices. At the same time I was diligently pounding the tender green cavern and playing with the huge firm breasts, causing erotic moans from its owner. The contrast between the petite blonde and the tall dryad with the figure of a sex bomb only increased the already over-the-top excitement.
Strangely enough, unlike last time, when the bajoni seemed to be several times smaller, the green-haired beauty didn't try to break my pelvic bones and strangle me with her tits. I can't say that I didn't like the past experience, but it's not worth repeating it often... So as not to lose the vividness of the sensations. Yeah, that's right, not because I'm afraid of dying during sex. Although that would certainly be a very pleasant death.
My gaze fell on the plant lord, who lay serenely beside me. It was the first time we'd ever just slept together, and I was pretty sure an elemental didn't need to. Unfortunately, things are not waiting and it's time to crawl out of the cozy bed, going to the cruel and cold world.
Yesterday I had only glanced at the news feed to confirm victory over the alien invaders, and now it was time to assess the consequences more carefully. Especially since the internet and cell phone service is only now working properly, allowing news channels and various bloggers to hog the feed on the Instagram equivalent of what one latex-suit enthusiast, I won't reveal his name, called Wainstagram...
After an hour of reading articles and watching videos, for which Abby came to me and silently hugged me, frozen as a motionless statue, I realized that the world had changed once again. Except if anyone thinks the government decided to tighten the screws, or people started going crazy and running through the streets screaming, "Repent, sinners! We're all going to die! Bow down before the might of Darkseid!" then he will be sorely disappointed.
To begin with, the high command hastily started to explore the gloomy towers, practically forgetting about everything else. The second thing I noticed was the low number of dead and missing. Earth had lost about five million inhabitants in less than twenty-four hours, but fuck, there had been a full-scale alien invasion! Against the backdrop of a multi-billion population, it's literally a drop in the bucket. Yeah, some natural disasters take more lives than that.
The unknown benefactor who reversed the transformation process should be thanked from the bottom of his heart. Without external intervention, there would have been twenty times more innocent victims. By the way, the huge number of converts helped them a lot not to end up in reservations or on the laboratory table in secret research complexes: there were too many victims to isolate all of them without causing a backlash in the form of mass protests.
The next interesting fact was the behavior of the supervillains. I didn't really expect those bastards to feel compassion for humanity and draw the attention of the Parademons, but they were very friendly in the front rows. Even Scarecrow, whom Bats has been hunting for the past few weeks, has come out. The supervillain had been preparing to plunge Gotham into the abyss of terror, but in the end he'd spent all of his synthesized fear toxin on the Cyberbugs. The fear-sensing creatures, when exposed to the toxin, began to tear each other apart like mad dogs, ignoring normal humans.
Naturally, there were those who took advantage of the turmoil to save their own skin. Lex Luthor was at the forefront of the movement. Hell knows what he promised the government, but he was promptly cleared of all charges and returned all property. Some villains were more modest and just got out of prisons or hospitals. Now they are quietly walking free, realizing that the special services now have a lot of their own worries (guarding gloomy towers with a lot of alien technology inside), so the pursuit of prisoners with superpowers is on the back burner. Although, given the current events and the fact that some of the villains have made quite a significant contribution to the victory, as if all of them were not justified, forgiving past transgressions. Even a dumb person will realize that in case of another global fuck-up it is better to have a thousand other supers than a couple thousand ordinary soldiers.
My head was spinning, and I tapped Abby three times. The dryad sitting next to me looked at me perplexed, her red eyes more suited to some creepy demon. After calming the green-skinned cutie down, I plunged back into the maze of the net.
So, Wayne Industries has thrown all the resources into the reconstruction of the city, deciding to grab a part of the towers under a plausible pretext; people rejoice at the return of the boy scout; the eight heroes who neutralized Darkseid will be rewarded, Cobblepot spent a lot of money on charity, all over the world suddenly appeared a huge number of superheroes of the third echelon, who to the best of their abilities are trying to help ordinary citizens and hunt for escaped criminals. I was especially pleased with a certain Peacemaker with his extremely strange motto and high hunting efficiency.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I reread the post about the award again. I decided to write about it to Bats, and then I found an e-mail from gloomy Mouse, in which he confirmed the information and invited me to the meeting, which would take place in four days, that is, on January fifth, in the main square. By that time the main rubble will be cleared away and a normal holiday will be organized, because the New Year's Eve was not good because of the alien invasion...
I wondered if it was appropriate to bring three girls along. After all, they were actively involved in the defense, and Abby took down the Furies. Plus, it would be a great chance to mess with Green Lantern, who is also invited to the event.
Finished with the big news, I drove to Shadow Peak in a rental car. The Aston and the Fordick had died a brave death, caught in one of the random attacks of the invaders.
On the way to the goal the traces of the recent battles were clinging to the eye, at the same time on the streets you could meet a large number of cars and people, by the appearance of which it was hard to say that the Earth was almost invaded by monsters from the fourth dimension, stores and cafes were working. Honestly, if not for the crowns of dark towers peeking between the high-rises, the situation could have been compared to a normal attack by a supervillain like the Joker or the Enigma.
At the mystical mansion, I only had time to greet Zee before she immediately took me in stride, piling me full of instructions and literature. As it turned out, my performance had incredibly serious implications for the entire world. The fact is that most restraining magical seals carry Taboo magic, which is quite sensitive to conditions. Of course, ancient wizards are not complete morons and took into account the fluctuation of the magical background of the planet, but they could hardly assume that one smart guy will give blood magic to the whole world. And not just give it, the whole world will apply it simultaneously, counting on a certain result and imposing their desire to the infopole of the planet. According to the sexy sorceress, from now on people will become more impulsive and will think less about the consequences, which, in principle, is not particularly lethal, but the ancient seals that have begun to crack at the seams - it is already serious. So in the near future the enchantress will have to not only travel the world giving concerts, but also to deal with mystical threats. And I, as a celebrant, will have to deal with a similar problem, for which I was given the appropriate literature and one extremely powerful artifact, which will make even someone of Superman's level sad.
So meet Jay Arkham-Winchester, the famous monster hunter whose smile can strike down the hearts of beautiful ladies, and whose mystical skills are just as successful at battling supernatural creatures.
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