97 Evil Villian plays with Superman and Supergirl

*Wednesday's POV*

Over time, I got used to Allen's nonsense. Initially, I thought he was the kind of person I'd prefer to throw into a vat of acid than be near, but he has proven that his value goes beyond being just a pretty specimen mounted on a hunting wall.

Unfortunately, the Addams family has stopped hunting humans for a long time. Sometimes, I miss many of the old customs. You can no longer openly torture a person without thirty human rights organizations jumping in, even though they only serve to consume oxygen.

I walked through the corridors of Allen's apartment in my doll size, measuring thirty centimeters. It made me reconsider many things like door handles not being designed for people of my height, which is inconvenient.

After a walk that, in my real size, would take a few seconds, not two minutes, I reached the room Allen was preparing for dolls like me. It's a fact that more will come, and it's better to be prepared.

For now, it's just a common room, but strangely, it's five times larger than it should be. Considering that the "system" can do something as absurd as transporting Allen to another world and turning him into a universe-destroying being, increasing the room's size should be simple.

...

Inside the room, as large as a basketball court, there are three separate beds in each corner. Although there are no walls that divide our space, it's enough to give each of us privacy. I looked in all directions, easily discerning to whom each corner belonged.

In one corner, there's a large number of weapons neatly displayed on shelves and the wall, from automatic rifles to short arms of all calibers adorned with luminescent paint. There's also a punching bag and some mechanical workshop tools. I like weapons but hate technology.

Another corner has a grand throne and a single bed. Due to the ridiculous amount of gold embedded in these furniture pieces taken from a medieval castle, they alone must be worth more than Allen's entire apartment.

Ignoring those places, I walked to my corner: a modest place with little light, in gray and black, very cozy. It's adorned with various torture tools and several antique wooden furniture pieces. My bed is adorned with a sheer veil, and I'm proud of the decoration. I feel that a serial killer would shudder at the sight of my humble abode.

I looked around, and no matter how large this place is, it's still just a single room. However, Allen told me not to get used to it. His mysterious gaze tells me that it will be something incredible and absurd or something stupid. Perhaps a world for dolls? Anyway, I've gotten used to his way of being, and it will surely be interesting to find out what he's planning.

I approached a wardrobe and changed into more comfortable clothes.

Then, I sighed as I sat in my chair next to a fireplace. I looked up at the ceiling, where a massive number of cards floated. Allen had acquired so many from various chests after the Loki incident that he simply didn't know what to do with so many objects. So, he asked us to float them on the ceiling throughout the apartment. I don't know how it works, but Gwen said it was like a clear reference to the floating candles in Howards' dining room.

Some simpler items he put up for sale for virtual world players, which, by the way, has monstrous popularity, not just because it involves entering a video game but because a player got a Ferrari just for playing. Of course, he played non-stop from the beginning, and after earning enough virtual credits, he passed out and ended up in the hospital. When he wakes up from the coma, he should have a new Ferrari, so I guess he won't complain.

I pointed my hand at one of the cards, and by activating it, a table full of snacks and freshly brewed tea appeared on the floor.

The comfort of a system is so much that sometimes I worry Allen will become lazy. Do I care about him?

Did I ever think I'd say such an unpleasant phrase? No... I'm already at the point of no return. I can't deny that the bastard entered a place I didn't even know I had.

At that moment, when we kissed, I remembered my mother and her analogy about love and suffering being the most beautiful thing in the world. She's not wrong; that unpleasant, cloying feeling in my chest is sometimes painful...

No matter. I come back to this world occasionally to see how things are going. However, it's useless; minutes pass in this world, and days in DC. For Allen, a week is less than ten minutes.

Rebecca is still sleeping, showing no signs of waking up. It doesn't surprise me, she was treated like a sex doll... while being impregnated for hours and hours. She seemed to enjoy every second, so she shouldn't complain.

Hmm, as much as I can't deny that I feel something for him, I can't imagine myself doing those vulgar things. Most likely, I wouldn't even feel comfortable having sexual relations. However, it's my duty; my mother says I have to bear the children of the man I choose. I wonder what kind of child will come from us. If it's a Wednesday with his power and my personality, it would be like the Antichrist... a smile appeared on my face. But if it were the other way around? And if a child were born with his personality and without any powers like me? Would I dislike a child like that?

"Mom~"

In my mind appeared a little Allen calling me mom...

"..."

It's strange... what is this feeling? I don't know, but it's not as unpleasant as I thought it would be.

...

After resting, I decided to visit the goddess Rhongonminyad or Artoria Pendragon. She was sitting in an empty room in the mansion where Allen left her, taking care of Rebecca and the other women that perverted freak devastated. The place was in absolute silence. She didn't seem to breathe or move while staring out the window. It's a unique sensation to see a work of art in flesh and bone. I can't describe how dazzling she is.

Even if I refuse to accept it out of pride, I know I have no chance of harming her.

"Are you like me?"

She inquired with a pleasant voice but without visible emotions. However, the powerful presence within her voice could be felt. Unlike me, she carries no innate condescension but rather nobility, pride, and the sovereignty of a king.

She turned slightly to look at me without hostility. However, my hand grabbed the card that held a trump card Allen gave me in case I found myself in danger.

I can't believe her mere gaze made me set aside my pride and grab that card.

"I wouldn't say we are the same, but I arrived in the same way as you: reincarnated as a Sex doll to satisfy a perverted master who doesn't openly admit being a pervert."

"I see..."

Her response was simply indifferent to my childish attempt to annoy her. This was not due to some foolish feeling of inferiority or jealousy. I knew my limits, but if my opponent is stronger, I would like to extract something that gives me a slight advantage over her.

Against my will, I had already studied Artoria Pendragon. It's a pity that of the many versions of this character, the least prone to showing weaknesses had reincarnated.

A goddess?

It's strange; going with Allen, I met various goddesses, Hestia, Artemis, Athena, and Aphrodite. Although Allen refuses to acknowledge Aphrodite's existence, I have spied on her secretly and am certain that she is not a threat to Allen, despite her sick tendencies to steal Allen's clothes and her immense obsession with him.

Perhaps many people think a woman like Aphrodite is dangerous, but not me. At least, I can see that she is capable of dying for Allen, and that covers my eyes from her perverted, degenerate, and obsessive tendencies.

Returning to the topic, only Athena made me feel a pressure similar to Artoria. It was not surprising; this goddess has the presence of a king and a goddess mixed with the power of a formidable warrior.

Even if I still consider myself an atheist, I can accept that someone like her holds the title of a god...

...

The goddess pointed to a chair in front of her, her intention to invite me to sit obviously. I walked cautiously while my eyes never stopped watching her every movement. Her expressionless green eyes noticed my act but didn't convey anything, nor did it seem to bother her.

"I expected nothing less from the first one," she said with a more relaxed tone. "We haven't introduced ourselves yet. I am Artoria Pendragon, also known as the Goddess of Rhongonminyad."

"I am Wednesday Addams, also known as You bitch! you cut off my hand!"

"You have a quite crude sense of humor."

"Does it bother you?"

"No."

As expected, both of us lacked visible emotions that could be used against us, making this exchange senseless.

"Just tell me what you need," I said as my eyes narrowed. There was no evidence, but this brief exchange told me that I not only had a curiosity about this goddess but that the interest was mutual.

"It's not a big deal; I just want to know what you think of us."

She referred to the dolls; our existence simply doesn't make sense. If it were because of someone else, I would understand, but neither Allen nor his system is responsible. So, was it someone else? And if so, why give us to Allen?

"Why do you assume I know more than you, a powerful goddess?"

She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them, showing an intense gleam within her emerald eyes. "Because I have had great knights serving me, and there was one who reminded me of you—always doubting, always investigating, always working. Perhaps the only difference would be that he didn't dare to question me like you."

"I see... It's not relevant to me... But nothing is free."

"Of course, tell me what you desire from me."

My eyes focused on her as the atmosphere tensed. There was no indication, no reason to be sure, but something inside me told me to ask a question I had had since I arrived.

"Tell me... who is Allen Walker?"

"Why do you assume I know?" She opened her eyes with interest.

"A gut feeling," I responded, and immediately felt something fall on my shoulders. The atmosphere became tense, and I felt the air was about to explode; even a drop of sweat ran down my cheek.

"Heh, I didn't expect less from the first..."

Out of nowhere, Artoria's face softened in a way I didn't think possible. She changed her armor and clothing for a casual blouse with a neckline and leaned on the table while smiling as if remembering the best days of her life. "Don't worry; I won't hide it from you. Just get comfortable because it's a very long story..."

"..." I felt my throat dry, but before I could reach for the cup in front of me, the goddess's words froze me.

"First of all, there's one thing you need to know...."

"What?!"

*End of POV*

...

Inside Allen, there was a small doubt, and it was, how the hell does he stop this situation?!

'I think there's no other option.'

With a momentary silence, both men, Superman and Allen, faced each other. This caused pressure on the hearts of the Marvel audience, as not long ago, these two fought side by side against the monster Doomsday.

Allen could no longer stop the inevitable, so he clenched his fist and hit Superman's chest. Clark has the habit of letting himself be hit to gauge his opponent's strength and response. However, Allen was not going to miss the opportunity to deliver a good punch with all the physical strength he could muster, plus the strengthening of the cursed energy, advanced Haki of armor, and conqueror's Haki.

Clark realized, but it was too late, the punch caused a shockwave that broke the windows of the buildings and pierced his body. Clark shot off at high speed, traversing several buildings.

"Ughh!"

Clark's organs are resistant, but not as much as the rest of his body. Using the Haki of armor can attack internally, the reason it didn't work with Loki was that he had imbued the armor with his amplified magic.

Allen folded his arms and nodded with satisfaction as if he had done a great job and turned to a nervous Kara.

"Well, that will give us a few seconds..."

Allen didn't have time to finish his words, Allen abruptly turned, only to see that Superman was already upon him. Allen expected a punch, but instead, he saw Superman's palm edge aiming at his neck.

Allen activated several chains that aligned to stop the attack, but Clark was serious; the sound of metal against metal tore through the air, and two of the chains broke easily. The last one resisted for just a moment before breaking. Allen disappeared, and Superman retracted his attack.

Everyone was astonished. Clark approached Kara and broke the chains that bound her. "Kara, step back and leave this to me."

"But..."

Isn't it too cold? Why not try both at the same time?" Allen appeared standing in the sky, not floating but casually stepping on the sky with his limitless technique.

Clark looked at Allen gravely. "I know you're a villain, but you seem quite reasonable. Would you mind fighting away from the city?"

"Oh, even as your enemy, you show me respect?" Allen smiled. If it were another time, he would accept, but his newly acquired villainous pride dictated otherwise. "Sure, let's fight somewhere else."

Dozens of chains appeared around Clark and Kara. Clark pulled his cousin away from the chains, and Allen closed his hand, wrapping Superman in chains like a cocoon.

Enraged, Kara attacked Allen, but he easily grabbed her fist. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you." Allen winked at her, making her feel humiliated.

"Stop underestimating me!"

Allen smiled and placed a hand on Kara's abdomen, then he gave her a small kiss on the cheek."I don't, little one. Cursed Technique Reversal: Red..."

Kara opened her eyes before being engulfed by a red light and shot into the sky. Allen held back to avoid hurting her too much, but getting hit by Red at point-blank range should be painful.

Allen looked at Clark, who was about to break the chains. "You didn't say we changed locations, so I did." Allen mocked and summoned Crown Saber in his slender version.

"Bankai Kamishini no Yari..."

The chains were cut, and Superman felt an overwhelming force pushing him far from the city.

Allen stood with his black sword in hand. There was no trace of Superman. For normal people, Superman simply vanished, sending shivers down their spines.

Allen smiled at the cameras. Although it hadn't harmed Clark, and Kara felt only a bit of pain, for the people, seeing him play with two Kryptonians was too shocking. Of course, this was mainly due to ignorance; Clark and Kara knew nothing about Allen and what he could do, while Allen knew everything about them.

It was an unfair showdown from the start, but that didn't matter because it wasn't a fight. Allen had to prove that he was a terrifying villain.

'Why?!!! I'm just out for a walk and now I feel like Momonga when he can't stop being the Overlord!!'

Without DC people knowing, the supposed supervillain and destroyer of good were desperate to find a way to escape before this escalated further, while Marvel people laughed at seeing that Allen didn't know how to get out of the situation.

'Can I just say it was all a joke at this point, right?'

[Host, surrender, and prepare to conquer the world!]

'I don't want to!!!'

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