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Just Messing Around

Autor: Charlie_Sowern

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Capítulo 1: Justin

It has been three years since my transmigration into the DC universe and I can say everything was not going well. To start off, I awoke in the body of a boy that had just been killed by Joker in one of his cruel jokes filled fight with Batman, a gift to the Dark Knight for some twisted thing I couldn't understand. What I could thank for as I lay there in agony was that I was glad I had asked for Zombie-man's power. My fatal injuries had healed fast enough that in a minute, I was full to back in health. I was also stronger, thanks to another power, Allen the Alien's powers.

Allen the Alien had sort of a boost whenever he recovers from grievous injuries; becoming stronger, faster, more durable and his healing factor rising too. I felt them all that I knew I could curve steel rods with my bare hands easily. But I also knew the greatest of them all was Garou's potential. I had decided to take even his final form Cosmic Fear Garou into consideration and all I can say was that I was glad. That was because my fourth wish was further boasted by this; Absolute Combat superpower.

This superpower was simply turning one into a being unmatched even by gods when it comes to fighting. Techniques would come as fluent as water if they involved combat and even fictional moves would be appropriated with no problem at all. Let's say I want to use shadow clones but I don't have chakra. No problem for I would use this universe's reciprocal, ki, to power up my clones! My fifth wish made it that I was an absolute monster whether in terms of fighting or not. I had gotten Absolute Learning which entailed that I could learn anything, instantly, and improve upon it infinitely. I could improve the shadow clone to a point the clones are just myself; sharing everything. If my true body dies, I would never be dead if I had a shadow clone! Lastly because apparently the ROB was feeling generous, he gifted me Absolute Teaching superpower which made me such a great teacher that I could enlighten an amoeba into a Buddha if I wanted!

So, with a determination, I set off for my training montage and I can honestly say I did not expect the outcome. Starting with my ki, lifeforce, I learnt how to meditate, improving upon it the more I mediated till I could meditate even under extreme stressful workout! It basically helped me get an infinite source of ki for I was regenerating it just as much as I was spending, no matter the technique. Furthermore, my ki reserves had become so huge I can honestly say they had no end! Does that mean I could live forever? Probably, I had no idea.

Secondly, with just three years of just training, I can honestly say Saitama has no beat on me when it comes to physical strength. Even if he rises it to how much level he could, I can one shot him easily! This is thanks to a technique that I acquired calling itself the Indomitable Body technique, a cultivation technique. While even the most talented would need numerous treasures to cultivate it, I simply learnt it and I was immediately cultivating it subconsciously, which was bullshit. The more I learnt more about it the more I improved on it till I had to stop for I ran the risk of shattering reality with a muscle twitch! That's just three years! Now, I am sure I was undying body wise because I could rebuild damage faster than anyone can dish it. This also applied to my soul thanks to a reciprocate technique called the Indomitable Soul technique. The owner of the technique trained it to a level his soul couldn't even be extinguished by the Death Dao and I improved it to a point even if all deaths combined their forces, they couldn't budge it! Yes, I had transcended death, yet I knew there was still more because I had reached any limit yet but as with my body, I stopped before I collapse the entirety of the DC universe.

 .........…..

Three years now and I was back in Gotham, donning tattered clothes with my faithful border collie that I named Bessie. Bessie was no ordinary dog; I had made sure to train it to be a demon god if this was the cultivation world. But she was my loyal, 2 feet long border collie that was always eager for my pets, even if she could turn into a 6 miles long titan of utter destruction at a drop of a dime. As for why I was in Gotham, well, what better place to hide as the strongest human in the universe than the city housing a super curse and a portal to hell, no extremely powerful being will bother to look here. Besides that, I had decided that the path of immortality was difficult alone so I was here to recruit some minions while also trying to reenact my personal fantasy of being a gang leader.

"You shouldn't be here, boy," a homeless man told me while looking at me with pity. I mean, I might be thirteen years old, probably looking like this for the rest of my life, but I was a forty-four years old man before. But I could appreciate his concern.

"It's that rough in the city, huh?" I asked as I sat down next to him. He gave me a once over, thinking to himself why I was so bold to entertain him but couldn't for the life of him figure out why. He then just sighed, giving up on his thoughts.

"The Batman is on his hunts, searching for Mister Freeze who had broken out of Arkham, killed sixteen guards too. Sigh, I miss the good old days with the gangs like the Carmine family, it was much simpler then," he said, nostalgically.

"I gather you don't like the Batman all that much, then?" I asked and he scoffed in return.

"I mean he is trying but the city is becoming worse and worse. The Joker, the Riddler, Dr Pyg, Penguin, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Scare Cow and now I hear even someone like Kite-man had somehow become someone to be wary off! Kite-man!" He then took a swig of his brown bag covered cheap alcohol to calm his nerves before turning to look at me deep into my eyes. "This is the wrong city to roam the streets aimlessly, young blood, even monsters roam the darkness in this city."

"Oh yeah, I've heard of them, Killer Croc, Mud-face and Man-bat. Are they eating humans then?"

"I honestly don't know and I make sure I don't keep me safe that way," he said, a shudder going down his spine. This was the fate of the weak, they are trampled by the strong and cruel till they can't even look up at them! Just as I was reminiscing, another homeless person walked over with his cart, beaming in happiness.

"Justin, just heard Wayne is putting together a soup kitchen next to the burnt down church, we're all heading over, wanna come?" he asked the man I was speaking to, who recoiled back in what I could recognize as trauma.

"Lenny, you know how I feel about those things. I'll pass," he dismissed him and the man named Lenny walked away, down-heartened.

"Something happen?" I asked Justin who just gave me an emotionless smile.

"Best leave it at that, young'un," he said, his hand going for his bottle. "The night's cold and there's warm soup to be had. Best you head over and have some, young one like yourself need the energy." I could tell he was just sending me away to wallow in his own sadness and while I wanted to stay, the soup kitchen had something I wanted, the street children will most definitely attend. The Waynes had a positive reputation and Bruce Wayne had made sure to bolster it even more. I turned to Bessie who started wagging her tail expecting me to give her some pats.

"Look after our new friend, Bessie and I'll treat you to your favorite meal," I told her and she just became super motivated, going over and sitting next to Justin like a faithful watchdog. Her favorite food was demonic beasts, beasts that roam hell. I had been training how to open a gargantua, Bleach's Hollow's specialty, and I found myself in hell. Long story short, I have been banned there for a massacre that was definitely not my fault. The fact Bessie had gained an appetite for demons and their beasts didn't help and Heaven and Hell came together to ban me from ever accessing Hell. They didn't put into consideration that Bessie could open a gargantua herself and I wasn't about to tell them. Anyway, once I was sure Bessie would stay put, I quickly caught up to Lenny.

"You're the kid with Justin, need something?" Lenny asked when I caught up.

"Just wanted to accompany you to the soup kitchen. Was hungry and Justin wasn't about to help me there," I answered as I fell in beside him.

"Sigh, terrible business that was. Justin's been through much, most of us have but Justin has it worse," Lenny said but didn't continue. I let it go, I would get the story later on but now was time to do what I came here to do.

"Will there be other kids there?" I asked.

"Well, yeah, probably. You're not from around here so you don't know. Most kids in the streets are protected by Catwoman. She has a shelter where they get fed in and sleep mostly. We have learnt quite painfully and vividly that she is their protector. Some come to volunteer in the soup-kitchens organized by the Wayne boy but they mostly keep to their selves," Lenny answered me, making me sigh in regret. Sure, I could poach the kids but that would make Selena target me. If she does, Batman wouldn't be far and while I wasn't afraid of him, I knew a headache followed if I defeated the Batman; the Justice League, more specifically Diana and Dr Fate. I am sure, mostly to the latter, they must know me by now, the only human to ever be banned in hell out of fear of me causing chaos, I was that famous!

"Well, that's a shame," I sighed, abandoning my idea and turning back. If street kids are off the list, then I will simply turn to the most desperate of them all.

When I got back to Justin, I saw him looking at Bessie like she was the devil while she was happily chewing on a leathery clawed humanoid arm. There was blood all over, painting a gruesome picture and further down the alley was a dismembered head of a huge bat-like creature that I immediately recognized as Man-bat. I could immediately fill in the dots of what happened here so I walked up to Bessie who was wagging her tail so fast I was slightly nervous she could cause a hurricane and began to pamper her with love.

"Wha…What is it?" Justin asked while pointing at Bessie. I turned to him and smiled.

"Are you tired of always being the weak one, Justin, of always looking over your back in fear, of always looking at your past with regret?" I asked him, adopting my previous life's persona of a car salesman.


Capítulo 2:                          Overzealous Follower

 

I can say Justin was my follower, my first mate if we were to follow the One-Piece logic. It was funny, seeing a forty-eight years old man following a thirteen years old boy while being very obedient it was clear who was the boss here. It has been three days since I accepted Justin as my first follower or gang member and in those three days, I have been helping him overcome his mortal coil. First, I opened his ki, which was unpleasant as he vomited filth upon filth, it was a wonder his body hadn't shut down long ago. It was an experience I vowed never to repeat, holding a grown man's hair as he puked his toxins out! Three hours later, he could barely walk due to how weak he was and our lessons started there.

I started by teaching him a body enhancement technique that I named Tyrant Body Method, an abridged and safe version of the Hercules Method. His talent was rubbish which meant I had to carry him with Absolute Teaching and in two days, he had reached the level of the Librarian, another comic. His fighting instinct was not at all on the level I wanted but his fists could level a one-story building while being fast enough to dodge a point-blank bullet so I was not complaining. Today, we were heading over to the people who had caused him so much trauma it was crippling him before, a local gang who were on the Penguin's payroll. They called themselves the Trinity because the gang was started by three men who dreamt big but failed to reach it.

What they had done was that they had given Justin a loan when we were down on his luck just to expand his business. But they hijacked the truck bringing in his supplies and then demanded they give him back their money with a sixty percent interest to boot. Suffice to say, Justin couldn't pay them and he ended up being bankrupt trying to return their money to no avail. To show him they meant business, they went and raped his wife, killing their unborn child and later her in the hospital. The guilt made him almost go insane and he slunk into Gotham's shadows for refuge. But, two years later while in a soup kitchen, a gang member spotted him, killed the others and they almost beat him to death if Batman had not swooped in and gave them brain hernias. Since then, he has been avoiding any social gathering for fear of incurring the gang's land, well, till now.

"This the place," Justin told me as he pointed to a run-down bar filled with rowdy music and people.

"Lovely," I sighed as I led the way towards it. The bar was shaggy and with its peeling paintwork, dirty windows and overgrown compound, I could tell it had seen better days. There was a bouncer at the door who stopped us from entering, giving us a once over of contempt.

"Take your crack baby back to whatever dumpster your crawled out off," he said. Well, we still looked like beggars but that was no reason for his rude comment.

"Justin, I feel hurt by his words, please take care of it," I said dramatically. Justin did not waste time; his fist was already through the man's chest by the time I was finishing my words. This was one of the reasons I wanted a gang, especially one with powerful people in it, I did not need to handle the little things and pretty soon, the harder things. All I would need was an order and someone would jump to act on it with thorough effectiveness.

"This way, sir," Justin said once he threw the corpse away from my sight, opened the door for me. I walked into the bar, holding my expectations low and I wasn't disappointed. The bar truly was the home of unruly people, case in point by all the chaos happening. The DJ was playing hard rock which was inducing all the violence I was currently witnessing. It was chaos yet they all seemed to enjoy it, savagery of the highest order. I went over to the DJ booth, leaking a little of my aura which made the people part way for us. It became bizarre seeing all these people making way for me so the music stopped as they all turned towards me before I even reached the booth, which was embarrassing for I wanted a cool entrance by smashing the entire booth with a punch. But Justin got me by simply heading over to the booth, lifting it off the ground and throwing it out through the roof. The entire bar was now pin drop quiet, the desired eff prompting me to give him a mental thumbs up.

"Sorry to disturb whatever cess pool of madness this is. My name's Jeff and I am here to take over each and every business the Trinity owned," I announced as I walked over to the bar and sat on a stool. "Now, you might be wondering what a mighty man like myself was doing targeting such a small gang as this and I will answer you; it's simply because you caught my ire. Besides, I was going to start somewhere, you all just drew the shortest straw."

A gang member walked forward armed with a .45 pistol, "Just because you have a Meta working for you doesn't mean you can walk all over us!"

I chuckled at this, "I love this. There's always one person, a person who is the lesson to the others, showing them just how fucked they are. Question is, are there more brave souls out there that feel lucky?" There was silence in the bar as I could start to smell the fear oozing out of everyone.

This was Gotham, the home to extraordinary. The villains here are so chilling the populace have grown a nose to smell when something was not right, just like in this situation. Any normal person would have dismissed my claims as baseless because guns are the greatest equalizers. But in Gotham where Batman could tank an explosion with his bullshit cape, where Killer Croc would shrug gunshots like they were just relaxing massages, they had come to realize that maybe when someone talks big, they usually have something to back them up. With me, they must all be thinking that Justin was my metahuman crony and he must be invulnerable to bullets. Seeing my confidence, the thug grew afraid and was about to back away.

"Hey, no need to turn around now, you're all going to die anyway. You see, the main reason why I targeted you is because my man here was a de~ep bone to chew with your gang. I'm nothing if not a good boss so I promised him he could rain fire and brimstones at all of you," I said as Justin started to crack his fingers with anticipation. I saw how they were all unnerved even more while they tried to place his face, which was impossible. Justin had tuned from a 5'6 tall man to a roided 7'4 hulk whose clothes seem to be bursting at their seams! His aura immediately went from quiet to predator making everyone shudder in terror.

"Please, don't kill the civilians, I don't want the Penguin getting more angsty with us, we'll meet him soon after all," I said and turned to the bartender whose face had turned pale from fight. "Club soda, please." The screaming started as soon as I said that and the bartender looked ready to die from a heart attack seeing Justin at work.

"Oi!" I called out, snapping my fingers to his face to get his attention, which worked. "Club soda, please."

"Y…" he tried to say but his body lost all its strength just as I heard the wet squelch of a body being torn apart behind me and he fainted. I sighed in disappointment, jumping over the counter and started going over the drinks catalogue. I couldn't help a deprecating scoff to escape as I aw the liquor being sold here, the cheap stuff to keep the patrons not nearly drunk and thus having more. Or maybe the gang wasn't doing so good, I don't care. This will be my place soon so their financial situation does not matter. Finally, I found the soda selections in a fridge at the corner and then started anther round of sorting everything. I couldn't decide over a Fanta, Pepsi or a red bull. It took about a minute for me finally pick a Fanta, opening the can and letting the not so healthy drink pour down my throat.

"Ahh, that was refreshing," I sighed, wiping my lips then turned to the bar just in time to see Justin using his hands to cut the final gang member in half. He was breathing hard slightly which was understandable, this was his first fight. I had taught him to reign his emotions but sometimes it was hard when you are facing someone you deeply loathe to the core.

"Feeling better?" I asked him as I sat back on my stool.

"Yes, sir, much better," Justin gave me a weak smile, he was dealing with his emotions at the moment.

"Right, pull yourself up and dump all the bodies to the basement then use you ki like taught you to dispose of them," I told him.

Justin nodded a little blankly and got to work. Despite knowing he could lift a truck above his head, he just picked two bodies at a time showing me his normal habits were still prevalent. I had decided not to program them out of him and opt the better option, letting him condition himself off them. Like he didn't need to eat, at least for half a millennium but he always gulped down his food like he was starving, or that he always had many jackets on even though he could maintain his body heat even in the North Pole for an indefinite amount of time. These are habits he had conditioned himself to have due to being on the streets and soon he will realize that he is a god among men and new habits will be ingrained into himself.

Two hours in and Justin had cleaned the entire bar, it had become spotless. Now, we were waiting for the main prey to walk in, enjoying our drinks in silence, Justin needed it. Three hours in, probably after calling too much and not receiving an answer, the three bosses finally came to the bar looking for their men. They were surprised to see it empty except us which prompted them to be wary.

"You three are right on time. I was just about to consider whether to turn this place into a convenience store or a burger place. What do you think?" I ask them, making them give me a once over at the ridiculousness of the question. "C'mon, nor answer is the wrong answer."

"Where are our men?" one of them questioned. Honestly, I could have learnt their names but what was the point? They were just mobs that would be forgotten by readers soon enough.

"I'm starting to lean on the idea of a burger place. Lots of customers, will take a long time for the authority to realize some of the customers get a little more than just burgers," I said while looking at the building in contemplation. "What do you think, Justin.?"

"With just the two of us, a convenience store will be better," he answered, his eyes never leaving the three men that ordered the death of his family.

"Nah, a burger place is much better. Besides, who said it will just be the two of us, more will join us and we will be kings of Gotham soon enough," I told my first mate while envisioning my gang running the entirety of Gotham under my iron rule. It was a beautiful dream, if I didn't know how stubborn Batman was. If there is one thing, I was sure off as an avid DC fan was that Batman had xianxia MC level plot armor.

Sighing as my dream seemed to just remain a dream, I turned to the three," As for the three of you, thanks for handing over all of Trinity assets to us. I will be sure to convince Penguin they are in safe hands," I said with a dismissive wave. Immediately after, Justin pounced on them hungrily.

 


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