A/N: Sorry, this chapter took so long to be uploaded. I was working on my Dragon Ball Z story. Also, even though I have summer classes, I plan to add more chapters to my P-treon and if you want to join remember to not use the ios app since they charge you 30% more for subscriptions.
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Mark sat at the helm of the Viltrumite imperial ship, one leg crossed over the other, flipping through a thick old book on Viltrumite history. The pages were worn and dense with text, but he soaked it in quickly. His eyes scanned faster than a normal person could ever dream of, taking in centuries of militaristic customs, political hierarchies, and the harsh rites of Viltrumite tradition.
Nolan stood to his right, arms crossed, quietly watching his son read. Occasionally, he answered a question or pointed out a footnote. Anissa hovered close by as well, silent but attentive, seemingly more interested in Mark's focus than the book itself.
"You really read all this stuff when you were growing up?" Mark asked, raising an eyebrow without looking up.
Nolan grunted. "Not all of it. Just the parts about war. The rest was... fluff."
"Right. Because political strategy and diplomacy are so fluffy," Mark muttered.
Before Nolan could respond, Mark's head twitched to the side. He went still. His eyes narrowed as a faint, high-pitched pulse hit his ears — a frequency only someone with his hearing could catch. It was coming from his wrist. The communicator he'd given to Eve and Amber. A distress ping.
Then came the voice. Faint, but unmistakably Eve's.
"Mark... please... we need you."
Mark shot up, the book falling to the floor with a soft thud.
"Eve," he said sharply, already moving toward the ship's airlock. "She's in trouble."
Nolan's eyes widened as he followed behind. "What happened?"
"I don't know yet," Mark said. "But I'm not waiting to find out. You stay here. Keep the Viltrumites heading to Earth. Make sure they land on the Moon, not the planet directly — we don't need global panic."
Nolan gave a nod. "Understood."
Anissa stepped forward without hesitation. "I'm coming with you, sire. In case you need backup."
Mark gave her a quick glance. "Fine. But try to keep up."
They reached the airlock in seconds. The moment it opened, Mark launched forward, slicing through the vacuum of space with Anissa close behind. The ship would've taken a few days to reach Earth at sub-light speed, but Mark wasn't in the mood for waiting. With the speed they were flying, they'd be there in less than a minute.
Descending like a meteor, Mark tore through the upper atmosphere of Earth, the air around him igniting in a corona of blazing fire. He zeroed in on the epicenter of frequency and saw the city of Chicago in ruins.
Entire blocks leveled, skyscrapers toppled, fires blazing out of control. Craters dotted the urban landscape, some still smoking from recent impact. At the center of it all, sprawled among broken concrete and debris, lay heroes—dozens of them. Capes Inc. members, Fight Force, even Brit. Some groaning. Some unmoving. Some were barely alive.
"Eve," Mark whispered.
He found her. She was crumpled beside a shattered wall, bloodied, her arm bent at an impossible angle. Bone jutted through her skin. She was unconscious, barely breathing.
Mark dropped beside her, his expression torn between rage and desperation. He used his superhearing and heard her heart beating, which was good.
Mark summoned a soft green aura through his hands. The air magic flowed outward, coiling around Eve like mist before condensing over her shattered limb. With delicate control, he knit bone, tissue, and skin together.
Her breathing evened.
Then, slowly, her eyes fluttered open.
"Mark?" she whispered, her voice cracking. "You came…"
"I always will," he said, hugging her tightly.
She clung to him, trembling, before pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. Her lips met his in a kiss filled with relief and love.
Behind them, Anissa landed, taking in the sight. For a moment, her chest ached with jealousy and longing.
But she said nothing.
Mark broke the kiss and looked into Eve's eyes. "What happened? Who did this?"
Her voice was filled with fear. "It's a being called Omnipotus. He called himself 'The World Shaper.' He came here to consume Earth's energy. Said he's already devoured multiple worlds across different universes and that he has reality manipulation abilities and cosmic strength."
The name stirred something vague in Mark's memory. Normally, his brain would instantly recall any memory down to the smallest details, but he barely remembered Omnipotus before he even gained his powers, so his memories weren't as clear as back then.
"I'll stop him," Mark said.
"You can't do it alone. His powers allow him to warp reality. My powers can counter it a bit, but he's too strong physically for me."
Mark helped her to her feet. "Then we'll fight together."
He turned to Anissa. "Help the wounded and save who you can."
She nodded and took off immediately.
Mark pressed two fingers to his communicator. "Cecil! Are you there?"
Cecil's voice crackled through. "Thank God, Mark. It's very bad right now. Most of the Guardians are down, and Omnipotus is tearing through the city. We're mobilizing everything we've got."
"Have your people move the injured around here. My companion will assist them. I'll stop Omnipotus."
"Go get him, Invincible."
Mark ended the transmission, and both he and Eve launched themselves toward the direction of the battle.
Mark streaked through the ruined skies of Chicago like a bullet of vengeance, his eyes glowing with heat, his muscles tight with rage. The deeper into the city he flew, the worse the devastation became.
It was a war zone.
Whole city blocks had been flattened into jagged debris. Cars were flipped and melted, their metal shells twisted like paper. Craters pockmarked the ground as though meteor showers had rained from above.
And then… he saw them.
The Guardians.
The sight stopped him cold midair.
Hundreds of identical Dupli-Kates lay scattered across the battlefield, most unmoving and dead. One copy was twitching slightly, but unconscious.
Shrinking Rae lay nearby, her body mangled, legs twisted beyond recognition.
Rex was down, one arm missing completely from the elbow down. Blood pooled around his motionless form, with some leaking from his head.
And Monster Girl...
His heart stopped.
Amanda was heavily injured. Half her face was missing, scorched down to bone. Her chest had a crater punched into it, ribs splintered, organs exposed. Her monstrous form hadn't reverted, and he saw that her heart was beating slowly. That meant she was still alive. Barely.
"Amanda…" Mark muttered, instantly diving toward her.
He didn't even register the robot drone nearby, which was crawling pathetically toward her without its two legs and left arm, and its voice box crushed. Mark knelt beside her, his hands trembling as they hovered above her ruined form.
A gentle glow formed over her destroyed face and chest as Mark poured air magic into her system, knitting tissue and repairing bone.
But almost immediately, he hit a wall.
"What—?" he muttered, focusing harder.
The light wavered. His healing faltered.
"No, no, no… Fuck!"
He focused again. But something pushed back. There was a resistance. His healing energy was being rejected.
Behind him, Eve floated toward him, concerned by the face he was making. "Mark… what's wrong?"
He looked back over his shoulder, panic creeping into his voice. "It's her curse. It's tied to her powers, and it's not reacting well to another person's magic. My healing magic… it's being pushed out."
Eve's eyes widened. "Is she…?"
"She's alive — barely. But I can't keep her that way for long. Not like this."
Mark stared at Amanda's face, his thoughts racing. Back when he'd developed an anti-aging solution for her curse, he'd intentionally left the core of it untouched — it was what made her who she was. He could have used the purifying aspect of his air magic to completely get rid of her monster form, but he hadn't. But now that same curse that gave her her powers was rejecting his magic.
"I need to stabilize her manually," he said. "Eve, stay here. I'm taking Amanda to Invincible Inc."
Eve nodded, but argued. "Go help Amanda, but I'm heading back to the fight."
Mark activated his telekinesis, lifting Amanda's unconscious body into the air with gentle care.
"Alright, fine, but don't get hurt again." Then he turned to the sky.
"Anissa!" he shouted.
A blur shot into view, and Anissa landed beside him. "Yes, sire?"
"I need you to assist Eve and the Guardians and support the defense. Eve will guide you. I'm taking Monster-Girl to get medical attention."
Anissa nodded, her face was stern. "Understood. I'll keep her safe."
Without another word, Mark shot into the sky, flying eastward at a blur, carrying Amanda with him like she was made of glass.
As he disappeared into the horizon, Anissa turned back to Eve.
"Point me to the bastard."
Eve smirked, already shaping constructs with her glowing pink hands. "That way."
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Mark flew to Invincible Inc. and when he entered headed towards one of the medical bays he had set up just in case.
Dozens of Invincibots snapped to life at his arrival.
"Secure her into one of the medical chambers!" Mark ordered, voice firm. "Stabilize her vitals. I want one of you looking for magical and medicinal herbs to boost her monster form's recovery capabilities. Use the data we gathered from testing her monster form to find the best herbs that'll help."
One of the bots saluted and zipped out of the room.
"She'll hold," he told himself. "She'll be okay."
He closed his eyes for a moment. And then, the immense rage returned.
He stood tall.
And then he turned back to the ruined skyline in the distance.
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Omnipotus was in the heart of the crater now, swatting aside heroes like they were paper dolls.
Black Samson had powered down from his amped state that he achieved when he saw some of the guardians going down. He had an electrical aura around him and was one of the only reasons the battle lasted so long, but now he was unconscious. Bulletproof and Tech Jacket, the last remaining heroes from the initial group, were both out cold. Anissa and Eve were the only ones still standing. Anissa had blood streaming from her brow as she exchanged blows with Omnipotus.
The world-shaper laughed, swatting her like an insect and sending her flying across the skyline.
A massive warhammer made from Eve's offensive mode struck him across the jaw, and he stumbled slightly.
It was a good hit, but not good enough.
Omnipotus snarled. He raised one hand and conjured a spear of jagged dark metal. He hurled it toward Eve like lightning.
Her suit morphed into its defensive mode with dual shields, giant rectangular plates in defensive formation. But, with a flick of his hand, Omnipotus warped the shields, tunneling the spear straight through her defenses.
It pierced her stomach.
She gasped, collapsing mid-air before falling.
Mark caught her before she hit the ground.
"No, no, no…" he whispered, cradling her in his arms. "Eve...stay with me."
But before he could heal her.
A pink glow enveloped her.
Her atoms deconstructed, then reconstructed. Within seconds, she was whole again, naked and unconscious... but alive.
Mark exhaled shakily and wrapped his emperor's cloak around her.
"Anissa!" he shouted.
She flew over, bruised and battered. "Yes, sire!"
"Take her. Keep her safe."
Anissa took Eve gently into her arms, holding her like a princess. "It should be me fighting. Not—"
"No. I'll handle this."
Mark's voice dropped low.
Omnipotus sneered. "Oh? Another bug comes to die?"
Mark looked at him.
"I see the future," he said quietly, his hair shadowing his eyes. "And in it, you die today."
And then he moved.
A single punch cracked the sound barrier tenfold. It shattered the air, cracked the sky, and launched Omnipotus across the horizon.
Anissa shielded Eve from the blast, grabbing the unconscious bodies of the other heroes in one arm while cradling Eve in the other. She stared in wide-eyed awe at the massive crater where Omnipotus had once stood.
Mark was already gone, chasing his enemy.
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Omnipotus continued soaring through the sky like a meteor, unconscious from Mark's previous punch. His body finally jerked as his eyes snapped open, awareness rushing back into him. 'That strike... it knocked me out?' He clenched his jaw, twisting his body mid-air. Reality warped around him with a shimmer as he stabilized his flight.
Looking down, he spotted Mark hurtling toward him, eyes glowing with focused rage.
"You shall die!" Omnipotus bellowed, extending both hands and firing a red and black beam of condensed energy. It crackled like lightning and screamed through the air before striking Mark square in the chest.
Mark didn't expect it to hurt, but it did. A searing pain tore through his chest as he screamed, the beam blasting him down toward the Earth like a missile. He crashed violently into an old runway, tearing up concrete and steel in a thunderous explosion.
Omnipotus floated down calmly, holding a jagged staff formed from the same crackling energy as the beam. He sneered as he saw Mark trying to push himself up.
Mark groaned and placed a hand on his chest. His suit was scorched away, and underneath, his skin was burned and bleeding. The pain made him wince, even as his body began knitting itself back together thanks to his Viltrumite and Kryptonian healing.
"What the hell was that?" Mark muttered, breath ragged.
Omnipotus grinned. "That was a refined stream of the cosmic energy that I've absorbed from planets across dimensions. I fused it with my reality-bending abilities to enhance its destructive force. It disintegrates everything it touches. Looks like I didn't use enough power to finish you the first time. Let me fix that."
He raised his hand to unleash another blast, but before he could release it, Mark was already moving.
A flash.
Mark reappeared in front of him and delivered two vicious punches to Omnipotus's face, followed by a knee straight into his jaw that launched him upward.
Recovering mid-air, Omnipotus growled and extended both arms. Five copies of himself materialized out of nothing, surrounding Mark in a perfect circle. The air distorted from their sudden appearance.
Mark's eyes narrowed. 'So this is how he fights... mixing power with strategy using his manipulation abilities.'
The clones moved with intent, throwing calculated punches that Mark actually felt. Each hit was heavy, like getting smacked by chunks of a planet.
'They're not just illusions', Mark thought, weaving through them, barely dodging the coordinated attacks. 'They're real. And strong.'
Mark lashed out, catching one clone by the throat and slamming his fist through its chest. The body burst into mist. He fired his heat vision, sweeping across the battlefield, slicing through the remaining four clones with surgical precision.
Then, silence.
He looked to the real Omnipotus, who was now hunched over, glowing.
Electricity crackled around his bulging muscles. His aura turned red and pink, the energy humming in the air like an angry swarm of bees. His white skin darkened to a bruised purple, and veins popped like cables underneath.
"This... trash... is my full power," he growled, voice deeper, layered with echoing distortion. "This is what I become when I channel all the energy I've absorbed. I become a God!"
Mark, still breathing hard and bearing burns on his chest, scoffed. "Well, lucky me. I've been looking for a god to slay."
He fired his heat vision, but Omnipotus blocked it with a shield formed from his aura. The beam ricocheted off harmlessly.
Mark shot forward. Their fists met in a clash that shattered the sound barrier and sent out a ripple of force that leveled nearby trees and crumbled runway hangars.
They traded blow after blow, too fast for anyone but themselves to track. Mark ducked under a wide hook and delivered a sharp uppercut to Omnipotus's ribs, causing the cosmic tyrant to grunt in pain. But, Omnipotus retaliated with a spinning elbow that cracked Mark's cheekbone.
Mark wiped the blood from his lip. His healing kicked in immediately, but Omnipotus didn't give him time to recover. He raised his hand, bending time around himself, accelerating his own movements.
Mark's eyes widened. 'He's faster now—too fast.'
Punches rained down on him like meteors. Each one hurt. Not just physically, but on a deeper level, his molecules felt like they were vibrating apart from the destructive force imbued into each strike.
"Enough!" Mark yelled, catching both of Omnipotus's fists.
He threw the arms aside and clapped his hands together with a thunderous boom. The shockwave ripped through the air, sending Omnipotus tumbling backward, blood leaking from his ears.
Before Omnipotus could recover, Mark unleashed another blast of heat vision, slamming into his chest and launching him high into the sky. Mark chased after him, and when he caught up, he brought both fists down in a devastating hammerfist.
Omnipotus plummeted like a meteor and crashed into an empty cargo plane. The resulting explosion lit up the night sky.
Mark hovered above the wreckage, x-ray vision confirming no civilians were nearby. 'Collateral damage I can fix... but I can't let him injure civilians.'
Out of the smoke, Omnipotus rose, wounds already sealing. His grin had returned.
"You can't win. I shape reality. I am reality. You're just a strong ape."
Mark's jaw clenched. 'You're right about one thing—I'm strong.'
Omnipotus charged again. They clashed in a flurry of punches, each blow sending out waves of force. Mark dodged a sweeping leg kick and retaliated with a strike to Omnipotus's temple.
Omnipotus recoiled, blood spurting from his mouth.
Mark grabbed Omnipotus's face and fired twin heat beams into his eyes. Omnipotus screamed and swung wildly, using gravity manipulation to toss Mark aside like a ragdoll.
Mark hit the ground, skidding across the tarmac, but rolled to his feet just in time to throw up a telekinetic barrier that blocked another destructive energy beam.
Then he felt it—burns on his arms where the energy splashed past the shield.
Still healing. Always healing.
With a deep breath, he reached for the Earth beneath them, calling on his earth magi affinity. Two giant stone pillars rose up and slammed together, crushing Omnipotus in between.
Mark flew in, but Omnipotus tore himself free, laughing, and summoned shadows that swarmed toward Mark.
They clung to his skin like oil, burning even his Viltrumite-Kryptonian durability.
He flew higher, away from the shadows, then shouted, unleashing a telekinetic pulse that shredded the shadow creatures into smoke.
Mark hovered, checking his body. The damage was already healing.
But for the first time in a while, he was getting tired.
Then he noticed something. Omnipotus's aura... it was flickering.
'He's burning through his energy reserves.'
Mark narrowed his eyes. 'That's it. He's strong, but reckless. He can't sustain this level of power forever.'
Omnipotus lunged forward. Mark met him head-on, catching the incoming punch and slamming his forehead into Omnipotus's face, breaking his nose.
He didn't stop. He threw a rapid series of punches, each more brutal than the last.
Omnipotus tried to fight back, but Mark was relentless. Faster. Smarter. Angrier.
"You want to destroy my world? Hurt my people?" Mark roared. "You picked the wrong damn planet!"
Omnipotus screamed in frustration and unleashed a massive omnidirectional blast, vaporizing the area around them. Mark was thrown back, body scorched again, but he got back to his feet, smoke rising from his shoulders.
He looked up and froze.
Omnipotus had changed again. This time, his aura was lashing wildly, the sky above darkening.
"I'm absorbing the planet's energy!" Omnipotus declared, voice thunderous. "I'll finish this battle and devour Earth in one go!"
Mark's heart sank. 'Damn it... I pushed him too far'.
Without another word, he rocketed toward Omnipotus, grabbed him mid-sentence, and launched both of them straight into the sky.
They broke through the stratosphere, speeding past the clouds and into the void of space.
Mark didn't stop. Omnipotus pounded against his body, but Mark clung on, flying them deeper and deeper into the vacuum, closer to the sun.
Then Mark's skin began to glow.
Omnipotus saw it too.
"What are you doing?!"
Mark didn't answer. He focused, his body drawing in the solar energy and using up his own reserves. Every cell buzzed, charged with light and heat.
"I told you... I see the future," he said, voice calm but resolute. "And in it... You die today."
And with a primal roar, he detonated.
A blinding solar flare burst from his body. The shockwave obliterated Omnipotus's energy field. Omnipotus screamed, trying to absorb the flare—but it was too fast. Too intense.
Mark kept pushing. He poured every ounce of stored power into the blast, drawing on the sun's energy directly behind him.
Omnipotus's body started to crack, splintering into light.
"No! I am a GOD!" he bellowed.
Mark's voice echoed one last time. "Not anymore."
With a final scream, Omnipotus was vaporized. Reality warped for a moment—and then went still.
Mark, drained and glowing faintly, floated in silence. Every part of him ached.
But he was alive.
And Omnipotus wasn't.
Then, a hand gripped his wrist.
Mark's eyes snapped open to see Anissa, her expression filled with awe at how strong her emperor was.
"Was I out long?" he asked telepathically.
"Only a few minutes", she replied, using her telepathy implant.
Mark looked down at Earth. He saw no sign of Omnipotus.
'I told you you'd die today,' he thought.
Then he turned to Anissa. Let's go check on Eve. And Amanda, too.
The battle was won and cemented Invincible in Earth's history as one of the greatest heroes of all time.
The silence of space was almost peaceful after the chaos that had just unfolded.
Floating beside Mark, Anissa cast an occasional glance at him. The solar energy from the nearby sun slowly replenished the reserves he had just burned through. The damage from the battle had already begun healing—the cuts were closing, bruises fading, the seared burns on his chest reduced to light marks.
'He really is something else,' she thought, her eyes drifting to the powerful yet calm expression on his face.
As they flew in synchronized formation, Anissa's voice broke the calm.
"May I ask something, sire?" she said, her tone unusually reserved.
Mark glanced at her briefly. "Go ahead."
She hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Back there… when you rushed to heal those two women… who among them is your mate?"
Mark didn't answer right away. His eyes remained on the path towards Earth, then he finally said, "Both."
Anissa's posture stiffened, but she said nothing immediately. Her mind whirred with thoughts. Both…? He's bonded to both women? I didn't think Earth had the same relationship values as Viltrum. But... that's not a bad thing.
Then, as if choosing to seize the moment of privacy, she spoke again, this time a bit more boldly.
"Sire… would it be acceptable... if I were to bear your children?"
Mark nearly stumbled mid-flight. He tilted in the air slightly before catching himself. "Whoa."
She turned to him, her face serious but her blue eyes searching. "I only ask because I know the Empire needs to grow stronger. And... I admire you. You're not just strong, but you're wise. And fair."
Mark blinked, then unexpectedly let out a chuckle. Anissa raised an unimpressed brow at the sound.
"Sorry, sorry," he said, waving a hand. "It's not that the question's funny, just... wow. Talk about timing."
She folded her arms, her expression flat. "You think I'm joking?"
"No," Mark said, shaking his head. "Not at all. I'm just saying, it's the first time someone's offered to have my kid while we're flying back from vaporizing a god."
A faint smile tugged at her lips. "So… is that a yes?"
Mark smiled softly. "I'm not saying no. But maybe we could get to know each other more first. Spend time together. Talk. Maybe even... go on a date."
Anissa frowned slightly. "A what?"
Mark chuckled again. "A date. It's something humans do when they're trying to connect. Usually starts with food and a conversation."
She pondered that for a moment. "We fought together. That's connecting."
"Sure," Mark said with a grin. "But imagine doing that without punches, and with dessert."
Anissa let out a quiet huff, amused despite herself. "Very well, Emperor. I will... entertain this concept of a 'date'."
The two then continued flying towards the GDA, where Eve was with Mark explaining what a date was in more detail as they went on.
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Author's Notes:
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