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Europe, Warsaw,
"If we stand idle, he will string this world along like a puppet forever." Leonardo Da Vinci looked towards the other mber.
Michel de Nostreda shook his head. "What can be done? The world is indeed his puppet. Apocalypse carved three canals, tying the world's trade together. Dinosia now rules the sea trade, and it will do so as long as the First Man draws breath."
"You don't foresee any solution?" asked Isaac Newton. "We are the Brotherhood of the Shield. We protect the Earth. The First Man may have been the first to live, but his dominion cannot remain unchecked. If none of you have an idea, then I'll suggest mine."
"And what do you propose?" asked Michelangelo.
"An alliance of convenience, nothing more. The First Man cannot be killed, but we can cast him into another dinsion. I know of a woman—she bends magic, warps reality, even toys with ti itself. She is imprisoned, but if we offer her freedom, she may choose to help us," Issac Newton suggested.
Leonardo da Vinci sighed. "I know who you speak of."
"No, no. Do not put your faith in her. She answers only to herself," Nostreda added.
"Then who else do we have?" Newton asked, voice sharp. "Morgan Le Fay can send the First Man away, cast him into a realm he won't return from. We can handle Morgan together. But the First Man? Not him."
In the end, they all looked at Michelangelo, the man who possessed Omnitemporality. Since the man was present in the past and future at the sa ti, he was the best bet to predict things.
"You know I cannot see the future related to the First Man. But I do see Morgan Le Fay supporting our cause."
"I knew she would! We have to try this," Isaac Newton said, rising. "This is our one chance. Leonardo has spent ti in Dinosia. The First Man is a sex-crazed fool. Morgan Le Fay can lure him into her castle and banish him."
"All mbers who agree with this plan, raise your hands," Michelangelo called for a vote.
All hands were raised.
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Blue Area of the Moon,
"Ti. Space. Reality. It's more than a linear path. It's a prism of endless possibility. Where a single choice can branch out into infinite realities, creating alternate worlds from the ones you know. Each a reflection of what could have been. So heroes will rise, others will fall. And nothing will be the sa. I am the Watcher. I am lost. I am… confused."
The Watcher watched, and all he could do was watch. He watched for millions of years, and yet he couldn't make sense of anything. He traveled various realities already, and not once did he find another being like Marshall.
How did such a creature co to be? What was his origin? Uatu wanted to know. It was his obsession. An anxious little bone stuck in his throat, that wouldn't go down unless he knew everything about this strange, godly being.
"A child with Hela. Gaea's Man. First Man… Mysteries that even I cannot solve. I'll watch, I shall watch forever, no matter my desire to et him. I can only watch—I am the Watcher."
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Other than sex, what could a hundred-million-year-old man even do to pass the ti? He fucked Ajak for a whole week, and then Thena for the following week. Even sex got boring at that point. Not the sex itself, but doing it with the sa few won.
"That's it, Marty! You're doing great!" Marshall roared, covered in mud, while Marty was pulling a wooden plow, preparing the fields.
"That's it, perfect!"
To a bored man, even the smallest of things could be exciting.
And that was exactly why he was in Annam, the central region of what would one day be called Vietnam. With a straw hat on his head and a much bigger one on Marty's, they were in the middle of preparing the land to grow so rice.
Marshall was the god who had descended on that village. He'd been living there for a week now and had been gifted three beautiful ladies, even. They prayed to him, did God knows what ceremonies. He let them and just enjoyed his ti. He'd landed there for no reason, but the villagers searched for so greater aning.
He worked in the fields out of boredom. And the villagers saw it as the god blessing their lands.
"Faster, boy! You're a goddam T-Rex," Marshall roared.
They'd just reclaid land from the forest and increased the village's rice fields by fifty tis. Beautiful, wide, plain rice fields. That land increase itself was a boon enough to the villagers.
At that ti, there was no such thing as Vietnam. The French were in the middle of fucking around, starting in the southern region. So French fools did co to that village, but Marty's massive tail yeeted them into the sky so far they likely landed back at their headquarters in scraps of at and bones.
Since then, the village beca untouchable ground, as the French misunderstood Marshall's intentions. They marked the village as one of First Man's territories and left it alone. Once again, the villagers prayed to him and offered virgins. Marshall rejected them as their age were questionable.
Squelch!
Mud covered the two crazed immortal creatures. And they fucking loved it. Even Marty enjoyed it, getting dirty in all that mud. His massive feet, in truth, fucked up the fields more than fixed them. But Marshall fixed it behind him.
"Alright, ti to plant the rice!"
Marshall had the full intention of growing the rice and harvesting it. And during that ti, the village also ran out of adult virgins to offer. Marshall didn't care, but the villagers beca anxious. The even weirder part for Marshall was how they brought a different woman each ti.
When he asked why, he was dumbfounded. Turns out, each woman he unvirgined beca a hot commodity in the marriage market there, and instantly got married. Heck, the woman received dowry from the man. Sohow, the villagers ca to believe that all the won Marshall banged had blessed wombs.
It was fucked up.
But who was Marshall to give a damn? He was busy playing his one billion, nine hundred million, two-thousandths tic-tac-toe round.
"Bah! You lost again." Marshall howled. "That brings us to even."
Yes, Marty was really good at the ga. Even Marshall was shocked.
"Wraaagh?"
"Another round? Sure."
It was late at night.
Marshall started setting up another ga.
"Hm?"
But suddenly, he heard so whispers in his ear. It was distant, but feminine. Sweet. Charming. So inviting, like there was a woman on the other side with her legs spread for him.
"phisto? I've played these gas before, you red ass fuckface! I know how to counter your bullshit! Baby Shark doo doo, doo doo doo doo. Baby Shark doo doo, doo doo doo doo~"
"..."
Marty dumbly sat there on his ass, looking at the curious case of retardation that was his father, or brother, or sothing.
"Hah! You ain't quitting?" Marshall jumped to his feet. "Who cares if you've got a sexy, gothic voice now? I know there ain't no pussy to dive in on that side. Ugh… fuck, I imagined sothing nasty. Fuck you, phisto! Baby Shark doo doo, doo doo doo doo. Baby Shark doo doo, doo doo doo doo."
"..."
Marty shook his head and lay down sideways while watching pure insanity unfold. It wasn't the first ti this had happened.
Save ! Oh, hero… Co and save and claim . I'm yours… Mmmmh… Oh, First Man, free from this castle?
"Fuck off, bitch ass! Who do you think I am? Shrek? There ain't no castle. There ain't no Rapunzle—fuck, would've loved pulling that hair—Grandma Shark doo doo, doo doo doo doo~"
Please… It's … Your fated. Love, co and save .
"Save your own damn red cunt! Get out of my fucking head! Run away doo doo, doo doo doo doo~!"
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Sowhere in Britain, in an ancient, hidden castle, made all black with magical stones, dark clouds shrouded it at all tis. For as far as one could see, not a soul dared to co closer to it. It was the dwelling of Morgan Le Fay, and also her prison. rlin's imprisonnt wasn't easy to remove; she could only use her astral form to gaze outside.
Like most, she was aware of the entity called the First Man. She was rather interested in the man. Magically, as well as biologically. But she never bothered to dwell on it. However, when offered freedom, she chose to aid the foolish n who'd co seeking her.
"What has twisted his mind so? Why claim I'm phisto? What vile act did he inflict upon this poor soul?"
Just a few million years of continuous seduction attempts—But Morgan Le Fay wasn't old enough to know that.
"My hero, hear . Co to and save . I await you, chained and locked away in this castle."
At last, she saw so movent.
"This way… fly to , my love. My arms await you. My body awaits your warmth."
Finally, she saw him flying towards her. So fast, soaring through the clouds. His face changed, so full of desire. So much hunger. So much lust that she herself had induced. The lust made her own body warm. Yet, her glossy black lips ford a dangerous, wide smile. Her pearly-white teeth in full display.
In the end, a man remains a man.
She smoothed her waist-long, silky, straight hair and fixed the golden diadem on her head. She made her attire sultry, a dark green, leathery gown that tightly clung to her curves, hips, and loosened around her ankles slightly, off-the-shoulder type, split centrally over her large bust, where laces tied them together, ensuring her heavy cleavage was visible. Her evening gloves ca slightly above her elbows.
She knew she was alluring, six feet tall, born for sin, her face an aristocratic beauty of the highest order. Her green eyes ant to drown souls in them.
"Co, my love. Co… claim . Claim your fated lover."
At last, she could see the First Man right above her castle. All she needed to do was wait for him to walk inside. The mont his feet would touch the hall before her, he would be sent to a dinsion no less than a void of nothingness.
"Mmmmmh I can't wait Oh…."
She hugged herself like a vulnerable maiden.
"Nnnnnmmm… Co to —What?!"
Yet sothing beyond her belief. Sothing outrageous happened.
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