Chapter 401 - My SI Stash #1 - For a Good Cause by Cambrian (Multiverse) (1/2)

-Man's skipped thru da whole ”Isekai training montage” and just started picking up anime/game baddies, W.

Synopsis: In which a simple man becomes not so simple after centuries of personal cultivation and ascension. At the end of the day though, he still has a man's needs, and not wanting to slake his darker l.u.s.ts on innocent women, he turns to the not so innocent.

Rated: M

Words: 23K

Posted on: forum.questionablequesting.com/threads/for-a-good-cause-multiverse.11349/ (Cambrian)

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Chapter 1

Sitting upon his throne, a man contemplates the nature of his existence. He's no normal man, by any stretch of the means. Bald with a dark skin tone, he's also tall, broad-shouldered, and covered in chiseled muscle. He is the peak of masculinity, but even then, one might be able to mistake him for the average human. However, the blue gem embedded in the center of his chest, glowing and pulsing and throbbing with power gives hint to the lie that that is.

Of course, his current location also makes it obvious that he's in no way an average mortal by any stretch of the imagination. High above the Realms of Mortals, on an entirely different plane of existence, he sits on his throne, staring out at the emptiness before him. His name is Galen, and he might as well be a God, for all that his power does not hinge on worshippers worshipping him, or followers following him.

No, his power comes from within. In his mortal life, Galen was always focused inwardly, on perfection of his body, mind, and soul. He was also lucky enough to be born into a world where cultivating such things led to more and more power, until eventually, he'd simply ascended from the mortal plane. Of course, that wasn't the end of things by far when it came to his existence. The Realm of Mortals was barely above the Realms of the Abyss and Hell, sitting astride those dark places and barely hanging on, like someone riding a bucking bronco.

Above the Realm of Mortals was many more planes of existence, layer upon layer upon layer, and depending on who you were, any of those layers could be hostile to you. Given how Galen had achieved his ascension, without followers, without worship, most of the upper layers of his existence were hostile to him.

In the centuries that had followed, Galen had had to fight. He'd done his best to use his powers for Good, quickly discovering that his own morals didn't always line up with the beings that his former kin had worshipped in their day to day lives. Galen had not let anything halt his convictions, however. He'd destroyed the wicked, he'd protected the innocent, and he'd aided the righteous. Most of the time, he got nothing from it, save for furthering his soul's growth and power, his own forward progress upwards into divinity.

For so long now, Galen had continued on his chosen path, even as his power grew to Godly proportions. He'd ascended not once, not twice, but multiple times, more times than he could count. These days, he was so far above the mortals of his original world that when he looked down, he couldn't really even pick out which one was exactly his anymore. It was like looking down upon a whole bunch of ants.

However, Galen had a bit of a problem, one that might only be satisfied by those very ants. He was so powerful now, so strong. Not quite at the top of the pyramid, so to speak, but high enough that he could now look down upon the planes of existence that belonged to the Gods he'd seen his kin worship in his mortal life from above, standing tall over all of them as he did.

And yet… and yet, all this time, Galen had harbored a dark secret that he has never shared with anyone. To those who would be his allies, he has always done his best to appear as a Beacon of Virtue and Righteousness. To those who would set themselves as his enemies, he has shown himself to be nothing, but Retribution and Justice made manifest.

Despite his appearance, Galen is not a particularly brutal being, not even to those who would wrong him. But that's not because he has no brutality within him. More accurately, the dark-skinned man has spent all these centuries restraining that brutality, holding back his desire. Because… there is a temptation that comes with the powers he's gathered, the strength he's amassed. His repeated ascensions have only made him stronger and stronger, until not just his world, but the whole of creation, every single universe that has ever so much as been imagined, is open to him.

Long ago, he had tried to discard his libido in the pursuit of physical, mental, and spiritual advancement above all else. What was the point of s.e.xy, of intimacy, when all it did was weaken you? Time and time again, he had watched the sort of romantic love that his kin seemed to put so much stock in harm those very same kin, he'd watched as people were left heartbroken and hurt over this or that betrayal.

It just wasn't worth his time, so from a very early age, Galen had sworn himself to celibacy, and left behind such notions of intimacy. Perhaps if he'd lived a normal, mortal lifespan, he could have been content with that. But no, he'd continued on for centuries, and no man was made to go without such things for eternity.

The libido that Galen thought he'd discarded had never truly gone away, and in the last few decades, he'd felt it more and more. It was worse when he was around women, be they enemies or allies. There was a little voice in the back of his head that hadn't been there before. It wondered at how those women looked without their armor, without their clothing. It whispered to him about how easy it would be for Galen to find out, for him to take and take and take.

The voice was right, that was the worst thing. If he'd wanted to, they couldn't have stopped him. Even the Goddesses that now existed near his plane of existence would be laid low before him, if he decided that they should be. He could, in truth, do whatever the f.u.c.k he wanted, and the only consequences would be his own feelings on the matter, his own guilt and self-loathing.

Luckily for him, his own opinion had always been of great value to himself, and thus he had held himself back all this time. But he knew he couldn't keep this up forever. This… self-imposed celibacy was no longer a sustainable method of taking care of his libido, or of the dark urges that even now welled up in his heart. He needed to find a way to relieve himself of those urges, to purge his system of his wicked desires.

Luckily, he thought he might have finally found a way. He'd thought of a compromise, and he'd spent the last several days sat upon his throne contemplating the idea, looking at it inside and out, trying to find fault with it. Perhaps it was his desire to see it implemented talking, but he could find no issue when he considered his plan.

Rather than possibly hurting his allies, rather than simply choosing at random and possibly abusing an innocent woman, Galen would look out across the vast expanse of Creation that lay before him even now, and he would seek out villainesses from different worlds. Evil women, with hearts as black as night, with souls corrupted and darkened by their own vile desires. He would find them, and he would pluck them up for his own use.

Instead of punishing them with conventional means, Galen would use… e.r.o.t.i.c methods. He would show them the error of their ways, but most important of all, he would slake his despicable l.u.s.ts on their bodies, using them for his own purposes for as long as he liked. This would be fine, would it not? They were evil, after all. They deserved it.

Where to start though? That was the one way Galen found himself hung up on this plan. Even if they were all evil, it still didn't feel right to just… choose one. It made him a bit squeamish, to think about picking the first to have to deal with his god-like stamina and his dark desires. Instead, Galen would rely on an ability he'd created, just for this task.

With this new power that he'd made, Galen could snap his fingers, and he would be brought face to face with a source of evil wrapped in a female form. That way, it would be utterly random. It wasn't him choosing them, it was simply his power. Right? In the end, this was merely an extension of his righteous crusade against evil, against all that was dark and vile and bad in the entirety of Creation.

… In truth, it takes a God to fool a God, and in this moment, Galen was fooling himself for sure if he thought that this would not lead him down a slow path to his own corruption. But he didn't realize that and having convinced himself of the righteousness of his chosen path, just as he always has before, the God-like man raises his dark-skinned hand… and snaps his fingers.

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The moment that she realizes she's no longer alone in the training room, she attacks. There's only one way that anyone could have suddenly appeared so suddenly after all, and that's with a Teigu. As such, it seems likely to Esdeath that this is an assassin, though he's unlike any other assassin she's ever seen before. Dressed in nothing but what looks like a sheet wrapped around his waist, the dark-skinned man is taller than her by far, and chiseled beyond anything she's ever seen before.

… He's not her type though. As such, the sadistic General has no problem whatsoever with drawing her rapier and attempting to slam it right through his chest, using the spot right above that glowing blue crystal in his chest as a target. At the same time, she calls upon her own Teigu, Demon's Extract, to form floating icicles in the air all around them. At the same moment that she's stabbing at his heart, the icicles are stabbing in from all directions as well, aiming to turn him into a perforated pincushion right then and there.

It should have been an overwhelming strike that would kill just about anyone. Given that he arrived in the room just standing there with his bulging arms crossed and a simple expression on his face, Esdeath doesn't see how he can possibly dodge her. The blue-haired sadist can't help but grin wickedly as the tip of her rapier presses into his taut flesh, expecting to slide right in and pierce his heart right then and there. That would show him for daring to try to sneak up on her while she was training!

C-CRACK!