66 Overkill prep.

I rubbed my temples as I walked into the room.

The federation was collapsing already, and Nute Gunray had killed himself on live holo-cast.

That does it then. I am just about done with this galaxy and it's bullshit for now.

Maybe I'll return later to claim it for my multiversal dominion.

Until then.....

I pointed the crystal staff at an empty lot in space and clicked the button on it's side.

A blast of light shot out of it, and Mortis appeared in the space sector where Lehon used to be before my swarm cannibalized it in my galactic stargate project. Now all the was left of it was a loose debris field floating around the newly placed Mortis.

Returning back through the airlock, I attached the staff to the microverse pedestal, and stretched out my arm, using the part of the swarm made from Lehon's planetary core to form a boundary around the whole sector to isolate it till I returned to pick it up.

From here I could see my new force condensers and circulators glowing on the outer shell of the force realm.

I had used my newfound knowledge of the force to create these for the best results. The same reason I was leaving Mortis behind in Star Wars for now.

Slowly, these machines would gather the force from all corners of the galaxy and condense it inside Mortis.

Then the recirculation system would kick in and the force would filter out, this time though, aligned to my intentions, and most importantly, free of all those pesky force visions. After all, I had used and repaired my portal gun way too many times for comfort in the past three years. Anyone with half a brain and strong enough force visions could figure out how to make one of their own.

It hadn't happened yet, sure, and I knew that for because I checked the entirety of the galactic and extra galactic population for any hints of it.

If I allowed the force visions to continue though, eventually someone would figure it out. And I would rather not have portal gun toting force wizards running havoc in the multiverse, or worse, hunting me down.

Hence the machines on the shell of Mortis, channeling in, condensing, washing through the force, and then recirculating it through the galaxy.

Basically a galaxy wide force history wipe. Because it's not like the force had an incognito mode.

From now on, no one would be able to access any force visions of the past before the Mortis machines were deployed today.

With that ensured, I turned to my other task before I left the galaxy for good.

I took the shuttle to the comms hub and plugged into a flash drive, uploading my newly minted operations code for the General Hunt android.

Now that I am leaving, I will need someone to maintain order in the galaxy in my stead. At least until I can get a way to keep channels open across realities and carve out a multiversal kingdom for myself. A place to call home that was absolutely safe. Or as safe as I could make it.

After all, nothing is ever truly safe in the multiverse and there's always a bigger fish in the infinte abyssal ocean of possibilities.

With that I was nearly ready to leave.

As soon as I go over the plan one final time.

I checked up on Star, sleeping in his bed, having taken the super vaccine I made for him. I won't risk him going out like Offee, especially with the sorts of powers he would have to deal with, including a supervillain's bio-engineered super plague.

With the vaccine I made though, he would be safe.

And he was doing fine. No side effects to the vaccine. No symptoms or discomfort.

That's great!

I sighed in relief as I went over the inventory again.

8 FTL Slingshots.

29 Dimensional Anchors.

76 Tectonic Displacers.

11 Magnetic Disruptors.

All equipped with the highest quality stealth tech I could make.

And finally, the piece de resistance.

1081 piece planetary array, with miniaturized kyber crystal powered matter annihilation cannons.

A bit overkill, some might say.

But the next world was Worm and I was going in guns blazing.

And for a world where the strongest supers could throw black holes like volleyballs, this was the least I needed to hold the world hostage. To get what I want and get away unscathed.

I took count of the threats that awaited me in the next world.

There was Scion, of course, the warrior entity, one of a pair of interdimensional space whales, an ancient super advanced race, trying to find a way to reverse entropy and achieve eternal life or something. I don't exactly remember everything about them.

But I do know that they go from world to world in pairs of two, an executive and a thinker, but an encounter with another of their kind ended up killing the thinker, named Eden, leaving Scion alone to run an incomplete experiment cycle.

Yes. They ran experiments called cycles, giving out shards of power, brain parasites that empowered people by pumping their bodies with extradimensional energies till something gave in and the host got superpowers.

This generally happened in moments of extreme distress for most people, called a trigger event, wherein the shard attached to the brain of a suitable host and helped them gain powers.

Of course, that meant that most people who had powers where thoroughly broken individuals, not entirely mentally stable.

What's worse was that the shards used this to fuel their desire for conflict to cause more distress and trigger more parahumans, their term for a superpowered being, or in slang, a cape.

I think it was called a conflict drive?

Their end goal was to create enough conflict to create a singularity, a negentropic parahuman, someone whose powers last forever and can be used to reverse the entropy of the universe, helping their creator civilization achieve eternity.

Of course, this wasn't an easy process.

And when an experiment didn't offer them the desired results they usually ripped the shards out of the hosts, cleaned up shop, wiped out the species and moved on.

And if that wasn't enough, the entities had mega kaijus, monsters that made Godzilla look like a baby chick in comparison. If the conflict droves of the native species weren't causing enough distress or triggering enough parahumans, the entities would release the kaijus into the world to forcibly cause destruction and despair, to create more parahumans.

And there wasn't jusy one kaiju. Oh no no.

There were a whole twenty of them, each with their own unique reality breaking power sets.

Their bodies weren't conventional either with vital organ or anything.

No, that would be too easy apparently.

Instead, these monsters were a tough powered core covered with successively tougher, nigh impenetrable tissues. The only way to kill one of them was to destroy their core, which was easier said than done.

A character in-story had once theorized that the amount of force required to break through to the core of one of those monsters was in the high quintillions.

For context, that was Superman One Million levels of power that was required to kill just one of the twenty reality warping Kaijus. If they stood still and took it to the face. Which they won't.

Now one might think the solution to this problem would be simple for superheroes who could juggle blackholes. Just chuck them into one of those black holes and be done with it, right?

Except no. The nature of their reality warping powers would literally destabilize the black hole and that didn't end well for anyone.

Sure, then the obvious option would be to teleport them somewhere far away into the galaxy and wipe your hands of the problem.

Except this was where the nature of the shards of power came into note.

The superpowers granted by the shards didn't work past the moon in most cases. Only those with relativistic or tech related powers could use them past the moon.

This was intentionally designed of course. The entities didn't want any escapees levaing their experiment after all.

Then, finally was the third threat.

The parahumans themselves. They weren't just split into heroes and villains, because why would this death world make anything that simple.

No. They were fractured into heroes, villains, nuetral factions, rogues, secret societies, gangs, white supremacist nazis, radical rapist feminists who hunted little boys, heist crews, warlords and black market tinkertech dealers hiding in their pocket dimensions.

Honestly, if the rewards weren't deliciously bountiful, I wouldn't have touched this death world with a million foot pole.

But I need power. And fast. Because even if I do revive Offee, without the power to keep her safe, or make her stronger, she would die once more. I am not going to risk that. Not ever again.

This time, I had a plan, mapped out to the ends.

This time, I will not fail.

This time, I will show this world the true power of multiverse tech!