《Superior Lex Luthor》 Chapter 1: I am Lex Luthor August 8 2010: Metropolis ¡°Congratulations Luthor, you have now become the sole proprietor of LexCorp!¡± I looked up, confused as to who they were referring to. When I noticed that they were talking to me, calling me Lex Luthor I thought this was all an elaborate prank being pulled on me. That was until I saw my reflection. Why am I bald and whose is this? Am I really Lex Luthor! The last thing I remembered was leaving the MMA gym heading home on my motorcycle. I was really excited to head home and read some new manga when all of a sudden I saw a bright light to the right of me and a blaring horn. I facepalmed myself hard. Did I really just fall for the old ¡°getting hit by a truck and reincarnating trope¡±? If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. ¡°Lex! LEX!¡± I was startled and realized I had been ignoring the people in this room for quite some time. ¡°I know with the passing of your father and having to run Lex Corp so soon can be stressful but you have plenty of help around you¡±, said one of the old men. I had a brief memory flash realizing it''s a memory from this body. This old man was all smiles, proudly declaring that he and all of these other old fogies would help him. However, they were all snakes that wanted to steal this company from him. I would not let them. Instead I would use them and wring them of all their riches to the last drop. ¡°I appreciate the concern gentleman, this has been a difficult past few weeks, however do not worry for I will lead LexCorp into a new brighter future as well as heavier pockets for those around. I will look deeply into the organization and restructure it from the ground up. Now if you all do not mind I must take my leave.¡± I excused myself and left the office and as I was leaving I noticed footsteps following me and saw a beautiful woman. She stood half a foot shorter than me, had her brown hair in a bun, dark brown eyes, and had a heart shaped face. She did not seem to be lacking in the chest and ass department either. Looking through both my old and new memories I realized this was Lex Luthor''s driver/bodyguard/secretary Mercy Graves. In the comic books, she was extremely loyal to Lex, but with the constant failures and selfishness he lost that loyalty ultimately losing a prized compatriot. However, even though I now inhabit Lex Luthor¡¯s body, I was not him. I was going to be a superior Lex Luthor. Chapter 2: Paths I realized my first matter of business is to go through all of Lex Luthor''s memories to help understand when and what dimension I am in. I really hope I was not in the DCAMU universe because that one was depressing as fuck. As I skimmed through my new memories, I looked at the mirror and examined my current body. This version of Lex Luthor, or I guess me now, is about 6'' 1¡±, extremely pale as if I was allergic to sunlight, and looked very skinny like I weighed about 160 lbs. disappointingly. Sadly, of course I have no hair as per the iconic Lex Luthor look. It seemed this version of Lex only valued working his mind severely neglecting his physical well being. This was something I had to fix. While studying my new found body, I saw through my memories that I was barely 23 years old, and I now own all of LexCorp after my father had passed. I have no siblings thankfully in this universe to try and fight me over the company. The biggest saving grace was that the emergence of heroes barely started occurring within the past year with Superman first appearing last year. Superman had appeared when Parasite had been created and started massacring many people. Apparently, the Parasite of this universe was a researcher that was being given money by my father to create a new form of energy for commercial use. However, with millions of dollars being given and nothing in return to show, my father had to cut his funding after 2 years of little results. This caused Professor Jenson to go crazy and decide to storm LexCorp to steal his research. He was backed into a corner when security tried to get a hold of him, and he fell into the nuclear fusion reactor which in turn caused him to turn into the Parasite. When Parasite was defeated by Superman, it came into light that LexCorp was largely involved with his creation causing my father to lose billions which in turn caused him to have a heart attack. This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings. This gave me time to decide what road I would want to take when it came to purpose in life. I obviously would not want to be like Lex Luthor. His obsessive nature over Superman and his excessive greed basically led to his downfall. However, being a complete hero did not sit right by me. Superman¡¯s whole philosophy on not killing was so dumb that he inadvertently created more deaths letting the Parasite live due to his potential to kill others if he were to escape. Plus, WHEN Darkseid or any other world ending entity show up, are we supposed to just let it happen? That¡¯s when it hit me. Why not become both! I can be both a beacon of hope but at the same time its greatest punisher. I would lead humanity to a new age under my rule. With this knowledge I could not help but to laugh maniacally out loud for I now know my glorious purpose in this universe! Marcy Graves POV: I was standing by Lex when all of a sudden, he started to menacingly laugh out of nowhere. This shocked me because one second, he was just sitting there for nearly 30 minutes not saying anything after his 10 am meeting and then the next he was laughing like an Austin Powers villain. I gave him a side eye as I was standing behind him. I have been with Lex for six years, ever since he saw me on the street trying to scrape by to live. I was caught trying to steal the tires from his fathers car when I was caught by one of his bodyguards. He could have easily sent me to the police but instead decided to make me his personal attendant. My life since then has changed drastically. No more hopping from one foster home to the next, worrying about my next meal, and having to plan on what to do after I had turned 18. Instead of such a dark path, I now have graduated summa cum laude in business and political science, I am a highly respected woman in Metropolis, and I am being paid a six-figure salary. That is why I decided that no matter what Lex does, I will forever be loyal to him, but times like this it makes me question my future. Chapter 3: Planning of a Training Arc August 9th 2010: Metropolis As I woke up and left the bed, I did not see Marcy anywhere. It seemed like she had woken up before me. I also saw a suit and tie already ironed out hanging for me, how dutiful. I will make sure to reward her extra tonight. As I got dressed, I decided I needed to make a road up for some short-term goals. I decided the first order of business on the path of becoming the best version of Lex Luthor was to shape up this body of mine. Looking through his memories, this version of Lex Luthor believed that the mind was greatly superior to the body and that people who worked out all the time were just compensating for their lack of intellect. Although this thought process was greatly flawed. One of my favorite words to live by came from one of my favorite anime and it was, ¡°a sound soul dwells within a sound mind and a sound body.¡± That meant I had to work on all three aspects if I wanted to improve or else I would end up like the Jesse Eisenberg version of Lex Luthor. So with my billions of dollars I decided to hire the best Judo coach, Muy Thai Coach, and the coach of the current mister Olympia to personally train me to get stronger. In the grand scheme of things with meta humans and Gods in the DC universe, learning Judo and Muay Thai might seem inconsequential, however close combat experience was crucial and basic combat experience can go a long way in this world as evident by the members of the bat family and many other heroes. I would love to learn from the likes of legendary masters such as Batman and Lady Shiva, but as of right now, there was no way of contacting them. So learning from normal people who have mastered their craft was the next best thing. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. The reason why I chose Judo and Muay Thai was because I decided I needed to level up my stand-up game and really master these two martial arts. In my previous world, I trained in an MMA gym for 10 years and went to state for wrestling in high school. I was even debating in training to get into the UFC but injured my achilles tendon and wrist so that dream was gone. So, I know how jiu jitsu is a great martial art. However, I could not picture being on side control when surrounded by multiple opponents which happens a lot in DC and marvel comics or trying to put Doomsday in a triangle choke. With the combination of judo and muay thai with my mastery in wrestling and experience in MMA, it would make me quite the force to be reckoned with against another trained fighter that was not enhanced. Though, that is if they get close to me. I was not yet superhuman and no matter how much exercise and training I received; it would not do much against opponents that had strange abilities like meta humans and practitioners of magic or people that outright outclassed me in combat skill. I planned to fight my opponents using tech I have created. Until I could safely recreate the super soldier serum, I would most likely fight long distance, and even then, I would still hesitate going toe to toe against people like Dr. Phosphorus, Atrocitus, and Black Adam. With that decision made, I instructed Marcy, ¡°I want you to get in contact with the best muay thai instructor in Thailand and the best judoka instructor in Japan. Oh, also I want you to contact Henry Rambo, the trainer of the previous Mr. Olympia¡±. ¡°Okay sir will do, may I ask why you want to contact these three people¡±, Marcy asked questioningly I looked at her puzzled and responded, ¡°to train me of course, why else would I ask you to contact them?¡± ¡°Of course, sir it just seemed out of character is all, you never seemed interested in working out or learning to fight before.¡± I mentally smacked my head, of course, this version of Lex Luthor, while incredibly gifted and with a genius level of intellect, lacked any desire to get stronger. ¡°What can I say, a change of heart now that I own all of Lex Corp.¡± Chapter 4: Power of the Sun August 9th 2010: Metropolis At the same time the first creation I was going to need to build was a power source that would be the basis of all my inventions. Now all of the variants of Lex Luthor always seemed to use Kryptonite as their battery. This has been proven a flawed idea so many times. One, there is only a finite supply of kryptonite. Getting only a few ounces would cost thousands if not millions. Two, this alien mineral was radioactive. How Lex Luthor, a man with the potential to have 12th level intellect, did not know that a green glowing rock that makes Superman become weak and lethargic could possibly give him cancer is beyond stupid. No, instead I was going to recreate the invention of one of my favorite comic book characters, Tony Stark¡¯s arc reactor. Not only did it provide clean energy, it provided enough energy to power a large city. As Dr. Octavious once said, ¡°the power of the sun in the palm of my hand¡±. Though, In my past life I was nowhere near being an engineer, I knew I could rely on Lex Luthor¡¯s mind to take the wheel on this endeavor. The moment I thought about the Arc Reactor, Lex Luthor¡¯s mind automatically went to work and was able to instantly pick up on how to potentially reverse engineer the arc reactor. The moment I thought of Tony Stark¡¯s arc reactor my mind immediately started theorizing how to make it into a reality and the necessary steps and materials necessary to recreate it. The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. I realized I could create the same arc reactor Tony Stark had made in Iron Man 1 of the MCU in less than a week! The only reason why I could develop it much faster is because Tony was trapped in a cave with scraps and only had Dr. Ho Yinsen¡¯s help. On the other hand, I had state of the art tech, access to staff of highly intelligent individuals, and billions of dollars to get whatever material necessary to recreate the arc reactor. Not only that, I wasn¡¯t impeded by an injury and wasn¡¯t sleep deprived, dehydrated, and starving like Stark was in captivity. I called out to my lovely assistant Marcy excitedly, ¡° Marcy, make sure to clear my schedule for these next two weeks and schedule a press conference for December 24th! I have a very exciting Christmas gift for the world!¡± ¡°Yes boss, I will do that right away¡±, and she walked off to clear up and reschedule any appointments I had these next 3 months as well as schedule my press conference. Now that I had come up on how to create the arc reactor and realizing it would only take me a week at most to create a prototype, I decided to work on a little side project. In a world full of magic, super powers, and gods, I needed something to level the playing field a bit and that was a suit of power armor. Chapter 5: A Christmas Present My POV: In the lobby of LexCorps stood many reporters from reputable news outlets. However, two individuals stood out to me the most. Both of them were from the Daily Planet, and I made sure to pull some strings to make sure they were chosen. It was pretty easy since they both have excellent reputations as reporters. As you can guess, it was Lois Lang and Clark Kent, AKA Superman¡ªTHE Superman. This version of Clark Kent resembled a combination of Chris Bumstead and Henry Cavil. He is 6¡¯5¡± packed with muscle, a chiseled jawline, and dark black hair. Subjectively speaking, he is an incredibly handsome man. However, many of the reporters ignored him even. It''s just like the time the actual Henry Cavil was in New York Square in front of the large Batman v Superman movie sign. It just showed that if one keeps a low profile then they won¡¯t be noticed. Lois Lang was also quite the looker as well. She looked similar to Natalie Portman and stood at 5¡¯ 5¡± with black long hair. Though she looked like a flower one can tell she was a rose with thorns with the no-nonsense look she carried. One can tell that she would not be intimidated easily. It was very exciting seeing these two very important fictional characters from my childhood come to life, but I calmed myself for I might have to go against them in the future. Thankfully I had one advantage over all the heroes and villains in the galaxy and that is I knew who they were but they did not know me. I knew many of their secret identities, powers, and backgrounds which allowed me to prepare ways to defeat them. Hell, I could even use Batman¡¯s contingency plans he had for the league. On the other hand, I have yet to make any large moves in the world. Well, that was until today once everyone sees what I have created. So not many people will know the tricks I have in store. As always Mercy was beside me like a shadow and asked, ¡°You¡¯ve been staring at those two for some time now, Would you like me to fetch them, Mr. Luthor?¡± ¡°No, I was just lost in thought. Let''s go Mercy for we have a world to change¡±. 3rd Person POV ¡°So Smallville, why do you think Lex Luthor called for this press conference? There seems to be a reporter from every news station here,¡± asked Lois Lang ¡°I don¡¯t know Lois, if I did I don''t think I would have to be here,¡± Clark replied sarcastically. Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings. ¡°You¡¯re being a total smart ass right now you know that.¡± ¡°Well, glad you¡¯ve acknowledged that I am smart Loise,¡± Clark replied, chuckling. As the two were bantering with one another, Mercy Graves appeared and walked up to the podium. The crowd slowly hushed. Once it was quite enough she started the press conference. ¡°Thank you all for coming and making the time to be here. Please save all questions to the end of the presentation. Mr Luthor will be here shortly.¡± As she left the crowd quietly buzzed with excitement wondering what could be so important that the LexCorp had to call for a press conference with many speculations being made in the crowd. Soon Lex arrived on stage and began his speech. ¡°The use of fossil fuels has been around for two centuries. In that period we as a people have cured diseases once thought to be incurable, traveled planes once thought impossible, and have even created devices inconceivable! Yet, we are still reliant on the bones of creatures that have long passed and pollute the very earth we live on. We at LexCorp will lead humanity to a brighter future for we are proud to present the Arc Reactor!" As he stated those words a Greek-styled pedestal rose from the ground beside Lex and on top of it was a glass case. Inside that glass case was a circular device that had a white glow to it. "This small prototype beside me can produce up to three gigajoules per second! This is triple the amount a regular nuclear reactor produces with absolutely no waste at all! Not only that, the lifespan of such a device can last up to fifty lifetimes!¡± As Lex Luthor was enthusiastically showcasing the arc reactor, Both Lois and Clark were talking to one another. ¡°This sounds like some sort of miracle cure, do you believe all this Smallville? It kinda sounds too good to be true¡± Lois indicated with disbelief. ¡°Well, I don¡¯t think Lex would go out of his way to hold a press conference for a fake device. More than likely it''s the real thing", stated Clark as he used his X-ray vision to take a look at the arc reactor showcased on the pedestal. He was amazed by what he saw for this was the most advanced tech he had seen so far on Earth. "The real question is how is he going to profit from this. I don''t think he is just going to provide free energy just to generate goodwill. This is groundbreaking tech, probably even more than 10 years ahead of its time," Clark remarked with slight admiration. For all his thoughts of Lex Luthor, he had to admit he should be considered a genius. "Well if you think he has some ulterior motive, let''s just ask him before some other chump does!" Lois said enthusiastically. Before she could stand up completely Clark gently grabbed her arm and warned her, "Didn''t you hear what they said in the beginning? They said to save all questions till the end. What happens if they kick us out for being rude?" "Look boy scout, I know you live life by the book, but journalism is all about who can get the biggest scope the fastest and you have to be daring if you want to make it in this line of work." Lois declared as she got up and asked out loud. "Mr Luthor, I am Lois Lane from the Daily Planet! May I have a question with you?" she said out loud, cutting into Lex''s speech. Smirking back at her, Lex flirtatiously stated "Ah Ms. Lang, I recall stating that all questions were to be saved towards the end of this, but seeing as how eager you are you may ask, but it will cost you.¡± The whole room got quiet and all eyes turned towards her. She easily ignored all the eyes and retorted back at Lex, "Sorry to disappoint you, but I keep my private life separate from my professional one. Now back to my question, LexCorp is a business at the end of the day and is not really known for its altruistic practices, how will LexCorp benefit from all of this.¡± "You are absolutely right Ms. Lane, LexCorp is a business and the business we are trying to break into is the energy business. Though I admit we do aim to make a profit, I can take pride in saying that with this innovation, we can at least now start moving away from the use of fossil fuels and take better care of this world we call home." The crowd buzzed with excitement about the revelation for this was revolutionary. Soon chaos erupted in the hall. Reporters leaped from their seat their seats to try and get their questions out there from the sea of noises. While all this was going on Lex Luthor could not help but revel in their admiration. Chapter 6: Prepare for Trouble and Make it Double Janurary 5th, 2011 ¡°That fucking bald headed motherfucker!¡± yelled a man in a three pice suite. Ever since LexCorp revealed the arc reactor, his company''s stock prices have been steadily declining. Everywhere he looked, the internet, television, even his phone, he was constantly told that the use of oil may be obsolete. Samuel Cabot owned Cabot Energy, an oil and gas company. His family had owned this company since the late 1800s and became extremely influential in the world. However, Lex Luthor was now a threat to him and his company. Many other oil barrens shared the same sentiment as him. Though this device was barely three weeks old, if it worked, the use of oil would cease to exist and so too would their fortunes. Samuel Cabot looked at his secretary and screamed at her, ¡°Call these 14 people right now! Tell them that we need to have a meeting as soon as possible!¡¯ His secretary immediately left to do the task assigned to her, not saying anything in fear of enraging her employer. January 10th 2011 It had been five days since Samuel Cabot had messaged 14 other individuals. These 14 people that he had contacted were the most influential and richest people that would have been affected by the arc reactor. ¡°Thank you all for making the time in your busy schedules to make this meeting. The reason why I have called you all here is because we are all being affected by the creation of the arc reactor. If we do not put a stop to this now, we will suffer tremendous losses,¡± stated Samuel. ¡°Let¡¯s hurry this up, I have a plane to catch soon, you are lucky even made time for this meeting,¡± complained a middle eastern man. ¡°He is right, why are we even here? I already hired some professionals to handle the situation,¡± an older gentleman casually stated. Samuel looked at him with surprise in his face. The older gentleman was Ashton Ford from Ford Enterprises. They created motorized vehicles from family minivans to military tanks. He would greatly be affected by the loss of oil-based vehicles. He was an older man in his 50s and was known for his quick temper. This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience. Surprise was easily replaced with wrath, and with a suppressed anger, questioned, ¡°You hired someone to kill him? Are you out of your mind, what happens if it gets traced back to you?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t tell me the great Cabot family is afraid of some young upstart, I understand if you were cautious with his father, but Lex Luthor is no different than a defanged, declawed kitten,¡± stated the older man. This earned him a few laughs from those around him. Samuel easily regretted holding this meeting. He had met Lex once. At first glance, all anyone could see was a quiet and introverted lanky kid who was incredibly smart, but there was a reason why LexCorp was now solely owned by Lex himself. After meeting Lex that one time, he understood that he was not an enemy he would like to face. The only reason why he even decided to go against him is because if he did not, he would go bankrupt within a few years if he did not have another form of business. He held this meeting thinking with the combined might of the 14 of them that they could easily take down Lex Luthor. However, now, he could not help but think that they were eventually going to drag him down. He sighed, feeling defeated since no matter what he does now they will drag him as an accomplice. They even have the proof to back it up because it was him who came to them first and it was him who decided to host it. At this point Samuel decided he will have to fully contribute to the assasination of Lex because he was damned either way. ¡°At least tell us all then who you decided to hire? If it is some third-rate, then we might as well turn ourselves in,¡± Samuel said tiredly. ¡°Of course not, I hired someone who gave the Dark Knight a run for his money, Dead Shot!¡± the old man proudly declared. As if per cue, a man in a white mask with a red eye lens on the right side walked into the meeting room. He stood at 6¡¯ 1¡±, had some unusual gauntlets attached to both his arms, and wore body armor over his red clothes. ¡°I also hired some muscle as well just in case. He calls himself ¡®Bane¡¯.¡± The old man stated snapping his fingers. A giant of a man walked into the conference room. He stood at 6¡¯9¡±, wore a black and white Luchedor mask, and had two green tubes connected to his arms originating from his back. ¡°You do not have to worry about your problems. Lex Luthor will be no more!¡± the Luchador exclaimed chuckling. ¡°Just make sure that you send the half as soon as this is over as per our contract,¡± Deadshot coldly stated. Samuel was surprised when he saw the two of them. For one, this was supposed to be a secret meeting, which he had explicitly told them. So seeing these two people infuriated him because this was an obvious disrespect towards him since Ashton Ford brought murders into his home. Secondly, these two were famous mercenaries because they had both nearly killed Batman. So hiring them was no easy feat, much less contacting them. Samuel was very reluctant to admit it, but maybe they did have a chance in assassinating Lex Luthor. The other 13 members seemed to agree as well. He just hoped that this was not going to end up regretting his decision. He originally did not want to kill Lex, not that he was above killing a competitor, but he was just wary of Lex. However, he could not come up with another solution. If he was still around, even if the device were to disappear, the creator could just recreate it. Not used to being a follower, he reluctantly agreed with Ashton Ford stating, "Alright then, let us kill Lex Luthor." R-Rated Chapter 7: Devotion January 14th 2011 It had been a month since I announced the arc reactor on live news. Since then, LexCorp has opened a subsidiary called Arc Energy, cementing that LexCorp has joined the energy business with its first branch here in Metropolis. Within the very first week, we had 50,000 homes switch over from their previous electricity provider to ours. This may not seem like a lot, but it is barely the first week. There were two major key reasons people were flocking to my new energy company. The first was the press conference I hosted in December. Since then, major news outlets and videos online have circulated all over the world. There were clips showing me explaining how the energy produced by the arc reactor was better for the environment and could help reduce global warming. Secondly, which is the biggest reason out of the two, is that I promised that if people switched to my electrical company, I would only charge them 50 dollars a month after a one-time 100-dollar sign-up fee. I stated this in a video clip which I had posted online. The average metropolitan pays between 200 to 250 dollars a month, depending on their provider, so 50 dollars was a steal. Also, with the promise to never increase the price, many people would switch to Arc Energy. The reason why I made such a promise is because even though 50 dollars may seem like such an insignificant amount of money, I would be effectively making 30 million dollars a year. With more families switching over in the near by future, it would not be surprising if Arc Energy were to be making over 500 million yearly by the following year. I started laughing manically for it was never this easy to make money in my old world! Do not get me wrong, I was not poor or struggling. I was making around 110 thousand a year in my previous life as a tech consultant. However, this was a whole other level. I was now part of the one percent, one of the evil dragons hoarding all the wealth, but instead of people despising me, they were showering me with praises! "I would have jumped in front of a bus sooner if I had known I was going to become a billionaire," I cheerfully declared. "Please don''t say that. Someone is going to think you''re crazy if they heard you, Lex," Mercy stated as she entered the room. She was wearing black leather ankle boots, black slacks, and a white button-up shirt, and was wearing her cat-eye-styled glasses. Her brown hair was also slowly growing out. Man was she doing something for me. She really had the whole sexy librarian/secretary look going for her. I got up from my chair and slowly approached her as she continued to approach me. Soon we were in front of each other only a foot apart. Her heart-shaped face was at level with my chest looking at me with her hazel-colored eyes. The tension was quite palpable. "You''re hair has been growing out recently. Trying to grow out your hair?" I asked in a husky voice as I gently touched a few strands of her hair. "Why Mr. Luthor, I don''t think it is appropriate for a superior to be taking advantage of the people under them," she said playfully while smirking. "Well, if you want me to stop all you have to do is say so," I stated teasingly back as I cupped her chin to go for a kiss. My left hand was at the small of her back, pulling her closer to me, closing that one foot of distance between us. "Who said I wanted you to stop?" her voice sounded like a succubus as she placed her hand over my chest feeling my beating heart and behind my neck to draw me in. Damn did she smell fantastic! Soon our tongues were coiling with each other fiercely as we aggressively tried to get out of each other''s clothes. Fumbling with the buttons of her shirt, I grew quickly annoyed and just ripped her shirt apart. Her breasts were covered by a lacy black bra that made me question for a brief second if she planned for all this. Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings. "Hey! You''re going to have to buy me a new shirt after this!" she stated with fake annoyance. "I''m a billionaire I''ll buy you all the damn shirts you want after this," I exclaimed as I placed my head to the nook of her neck kissing it. She gave a small moan. I slowly trailed down placing a trail of kisses from her neck to her chest. Desire growing within me, I demanded for her to get on the table. She quietly obeyed and got on top of my desk tossing everything on it to the floor. "Spread your legs," I demanded coldly. She obeyed, revealing her pink wet lips, desire fogging her eyes. I got on my knees placing my hands on her thighs and pulled her closer to my face. I took in her scent getting intoxicated by the sweet fragrance coming from her pussy. "Hey stop it''s kinda embarrassing that you''re just staring at it," she shyly said, but her body did not match her words for her pink slit was dripping with lust. Did the cold and serious Mercy have a bit of an exhibitionist side, I thought to myself. I proceeded to lick her slit slowly from the bottom of her glistening entrance to her hardened clit. She hummed with pleasure as I started to pick up my speed lapping her pussy as if it was the most delicious thing on earth. I then trailed my mouth up and began focusing on her clit. I started sucking on her clit gently and then once I held it with the suction I was applying, began to massage it with my tongue. This earned me an ecstatic moan, motivating me to continue. After five minutes she wrapped her legs around me squeezing hard and gave a guttural shriek. Her juices flew from her pussy showering my face. "Fuck...Lex...I''m sorry...it just felt fucking good" she shyly said pantingly as she lay on top of my desk with an arm across her face. "No worries, you were delicious, but how about you kneel before me and return the favor," I suggested as I stood up. Mercy got off the table shakingly and onto her knees. She slowly crawled towards me, maintaining eye contact as if I was the only thing in the world. As she kneeled before me, she placed her hand on my leg. Her hand ran up my thigh soon feeling the imprint of my cock on her palm. Surprise appeared on her face and then a predatory look replaced it. "Oh my Lex, who knew you were packing something...dangerous," she said mischievously. She rubbed it a couple more times causing my erection to stiffen further. She then worked on unbuckling my pants, pulling both my pants and underwear to the ground. My cock flew up gently slapping her beautiful glistening face. She gently grasped my dick stroking it gently as she seductively whispered, "You like that don''t you Lex, you like how my small fingers wrap around your...huge...meaty...cock." Fuck she was driving me crazy. She then kissed the tip of my dick as if it was a long-lost lover and then proceeded to take me in her warm wet mouth as she pumped my dick. Unable to contain myself I grabbed her head and took control ramming my dick down her throat. Tears started to form but she did not resist. Instead, she grabbed my ass and assisted in shoving my member down her throat. With a deep growl, I warned her shouting, "FUCK I am going to cum!" I tried to pull away but she held my ass not wanting me to escape her warm mouth. "Fine, you want my cum then take it!" I yelled as thick cum shot into her mouth. After a few seconds of me releasing my seed, I removed my cock out of her cum filled mouth. I looked down at her and what I saw made me harder than I was previously. Her once prim and proper face was now a hot mess with her makeup running down her face from the tears and saliva that trailed down after the intense face fucking given to her. She looked me dead in the eye and opened her mouth revealing my cum and proceeded to swallow it. She opened her mouth once more to show that she had in fact swallowed it all. Something broke inside of me and roughly picked her up and placed her back on top of my desk. Driven by pure instinct, I shoved my cock into her soaking pussy. It was a good thing that the room was soundproof due to all the screaming and moaning Mercy was making. I pounded and pounded into her vigorously with a single thought running through my mind. MINE! MINE! MINE! I took her lips with mine and soon we were furiously kissing each other passionately. After 10 minutes I could not hold it any longer. "I''m cumming!" I growled into her ear. As I was about to pull out, Mercy wrapped her legs around my hips, preventing me from escaping. She then began to desperately plead as if I were her god, "Please cum inside me! I want to feel your cum in my womb Lex! I''m yours, Lex! I''m your slut! Your toy! Your property! I''m yours so please cum inside me!" This proclamation drove me over the edge and soon I exploded inside of her. Streams of cum shooting into her. I collapsed on top of her and lay there. After 3 minutes of trying to catch my breath and lying on top of her, I got up slowly and pulled out of her. Cum started to come out dropping onto the white marble tiled floor. I couldn''t help but ask her as we were getting dressed, "What made you want to have sex with me anyway? I noticed your lingerie. Bathing in the afterglow, Mercy looked at me and asserted, "I meant what I said, Lex. I''m yours. Ever since you got me out of those slums, I''ve decided to serve you for the rest of my life. Whether it be bad or good. I just thought you weren''t interested before because all you focused on was the company and your inventions, but you''ve changed a lot these past few months. It''s if you''re a whole new person." I mean she was not wrong. I am a whole new person. Though she did not need to know that. "What can I say, Death changes people''s Mercy. Will you be okay though?" I asked quickly, trying to change the topic. "Why? You''re not ready to be a daddy Lex?" Mercy teased with a smirk. "Don''t worry. I''m on the pill and I am not going to tie you down, Lex. Just know, I''m yours, Lex. No matter what you do." Chapter 8: Updates January 20th 2011 Los Angeles, California ¡°Strike harder!¡± instructed an old man. He seemed out of place sitting on a 10,000-dollar coach in one of my mansions in LA. He was wearing a white wife beater, grey sweatpants, and some cheap flip-flops while smoking a cigarette. Mercy came at me throwing a jab. I parried it away when she all of sudden slipped a hand behind my head with her other hand and pulled me in to knee me in the stomach. I quickly blocked with both of my forearms but the impact greatly injured my arms. She then wrapped her other hand around my head while I was distracted by the pain and then began a barrage of knees. Trying to fight back I attempted to sweep her leg when she was kneeing me, but she simply hopped over it and then began punishing me with elbows to the head. "What the fuck are you doing!" screamed the old man in Thai, "You should have predicted that! Do better!" Okay but can you give me some actual advice instead of yelling? I thought. Trying to stop being Mercy''s punching bag I shoved Mercy off of me and then went in setting up an elbow with a few quick jabs. She parried all of them away and dodged my attack. Can she predict the future what the fuck! I thought. I continued my assault trying to give no respite for if Mercy had the chance she would gain the upper hand again. She blocked them all and then stepped in and countered with an upward elbow to my shin landing me on my butt. My head was spinning and could have sworn I had just received a concussion. "That is enough for today. You were quite disappointing today Lex, you fight too predictably, yes you can perform the technique well, but you lack putting it into practice", the old man said He quickly turned to Mercy and then said with a smile, "You, however, are a prodigy Ms. Graves! Come back with me to Thailand and I promise you I can make you the best in the world!" Mercy shook her head and said back in Thai, "Thank you master, but my answer is the same as before, my place is beside Lex as his bodyguard." The old man laughed out loud, "You got a good woman you man, make sure you don''t lose her." "I won''t, I never let go of what''s mine", I merely replied. With that, the old man left and was flown back to Thailand. I was training with Mercy with the instruction of Apachai Rodtang, one of the greatest Muay Thai fighters in history, with 300 wins and only 8 losses. He had been fighting since the age of 5 but was now retired after developing Parkinson''s disease at the age of 60. However, he became a coach to train a new generation of fighters due to his love for the martial art. When Mercy contacted him last year in August, it was very difficult convincing him to train me with his excuse being that he was far too busy training his current fighters to take the time to train some foreign rich asshole who was going to do it half-heartedly. I tried bribing him with enough money to set him up for life, yet he still declined my offer. If anything, this act just upset him even more, calling it an insult. Mercy tried to persuade me to get another trainer, but I refused. If anything, having Mr. Rodtang reject my offer just made me want him even more. If I got someone who was easily swayed due to money, they might take it and not train me properly. It was not until I went to Thailand myself in September that I was able to convince him. I remember when I first met him, he remained firm that he would not teach me no matter what. He even stated, ¡°You look soft. You no worked body before, why start now? Look at your hand! No calluses, very soft! You will not handle training! You give up!¡±. I just looked at him and simply stated ¡°Because I want to change.¡± That was it. No buttery words. No sucking up to him. Just the truth. I needed to change, no evolve, because my survival depended on it. If all my future technology and powers were to fail, I still had my combat abilities to lean back on. ¡°What could I do to convince you to train me?¡± I asked him, looking him in the eye. I held his gaze, not daring to blink in fear he would take it as weakness. He eventually sighed and broke eye contact, disappointingly confirming, ¡° You no leave huh? Fine if you want me to coach, fight five here. You faint, you leave. You can fight how you want¡± That was a very unfavorable deal on my end. My body was still very weak due to years of neglect on Lex¡¯s part, but I had no choice but to accept the deal if I wanted to be trained. I went to go change into some shorts and had one of the fighters help me wrap my hands. As I entered the ring, my very first opponent that came up was a 5¡¯ 6¡± man. At first glance, he seemed like he would be an easy opponent due to our height difference and his slim but muscular frame, but that way of thinking would make me lose immediately. I could tell immediately that if I did not him seriously I could possibly die. Thankfully Rodtang underestimated me and stated that I could fight however I liked. Relying on my past life, I was going to have to rely heavily on my wrestling and MMA experience. If I were to stand there and trade blows with any of these fighters, I would leave here with broken bones and bleeding organs. I eyed my opponent and saw that he did not take this seriously at all. His back was towards me and he was talking with some of his buddies. They were talking in Thai thinking that I would not understand them, but I was now a genius and learned Thai on the way here after watching some of their dramas. One of his seniors smacked his shoulder telling him to focus and get ready. He lazily replied chuckling, ¡°Relax man look at him, he looks like he will get blown away by the wind. This is just a waste of time.¡± Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions. His senior merrily replied, ¡°Well then hurry up and get ready so you can save our time. We got training to do!¡±. He moved to the center of the ring and looked at both of us and raised a hand in the air. The whole gym stopped to look at this fight. Most likely to enjoy watching me get executed. They were all going to get disappointed. The senior quickly threw his hand down and yelled, ¡°Begin!¡± starting the fight. The moment the fight started, I immediately dashed towards my opponent and threw a jab towards his face and then a right hook. My opponent was taken aback, not expecting me to not only charge in but also pull off a textbook-perfect jab and right hook. Both punches landed perfectly, the jab striking his right eye and my hook hitting his chin. He stumbled back slightly dazed, but years of training prevented him from being knocked out. Knowing that it was not going to be enough, I continued my assault and performed a double-leg takedown before he could recover. We both landed on the mat and I quickly mounted him and started to deliver devastating hammer fists towards his face as fast and as hard as possible. Go to sleep! Go to sleep! Go to sleep!, I thought in my head, hoping he would knock out already. I was pulled back from my opponent by his senior with my opponent lying unconscious on the ground. I noticed I was breathing heavily and tried to get my breathing under control. Once I did, I looked at Apache and saw him slack-jawed, surprise miring his face. The rest of the crowd that had gathered to watch, especially my opponent¡¯s friends he was joking with earlier, were also very surprised. They never thought in a million years I was going to be able to win much less injure my opponent. Once Apachai recovered from his shock, he started laughing for a good minute. He then said with a grin, ¡°You fight well! I not know you did. I''m sorry we not think much of you¡±. He then looked at his students and yelled at them in Thai, ¡°Let this be a lesson to you all, never underestimate your opponent! Even mice have fangs and claws.¡± ¡°Let me fight him next!¡± one of the buddies that was joking around earlier demanded. ¡°I promise you that I will not disgrace our gym like Thongchai did!¡± The next opponent got up into the ring and I knew the previous trick would not work again, for everyone in the gym now had their guard up against me. Good thing I got a bag full of them. ¡°You fight well foreigner, but you won''t win this time!¡± I merely looked at him and this time I spoke in Thai stating with an arrogant smile across my face, ¡°We will see, I was hoping for more from the students of the famous ¡®Destroyer.¡¯¡± Everyone was again surprised, this time by my fluent Thai. My new opponent was now furious realizing that I was toying with them when I let them speak to me in broken English. The moment the fight began, I immediately backed up to see what my opponent might do. I knew he would do something drastic now that he was pissed off from being embarrassed. I was proven right when my opponent charged me and tried to land a flying knee. I pivoted on my front foot and rotated to my left, barely dodging his flying knee and once my opponent landed I quickly launched three jabs and a straight to his right side. My opponent quickly pivoted as well to face me and blocked all four of my strikes by having his guard up and charged again this time aiming to get me in a clinch. The moment I saw both his arms slightly start extending to wrap around my head, I launched an uppercut down the middle striking him hard on the chin but these damn Muay Thai fighters had strong chins and would not simply go down from one hit. The punch still had some effect causing him to stagger back. This time I charged towards him while he was still recovering. He quickly threw a punch while backing up in hopes of creating some space between us, but the moment he did I simply moved out of the way and grabbed his wrist. I yanked him hard towards me causing him to lose his balance. I then placed a hand under his right armpit and used a basic shoulder throw. He landed hard against the floor and I was about to finish it by landing an elbow towards his face. ¡°Stop!¡± I heard and was barely able to stop my elbow from slamming into his face. I slowly stood up and offered a hand towards my opponent who was still in shock that he had lost. He eventually took it and looked at Mr. Rodtang and apologized in Thai, ¡°I am deeply sorry, master, that I have embarrassed you and the gym!¡± Rodtand did not say anything, merely looked me in the eyes and stated in a matter-of-fact tone in Thai, ¡°So you know how to fight huh?¡± ¡°You are the one who said that I could fight however I wanted to¡±. Silence impregnated the air as all the fighters in the room were waiting for what Rodtang had to say. He finally stated after some deep thought, ¡°Fine, I will train you from now but I am going to put you through such hellish training, you are going to regret even coming to Thailand!¡± Since then Mercy and I have been training under him an hour a day every Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. We were also learning from other masters too. Two of them were from Japan. One is a master judoka and the other one is a master karateka. I also hired Roger Roach, a world-class boxing coach. So in total Mercy and I would train for 4 hours straight on those specific days. With all the money in the world, I merely had someone pick them up and fly these people to me and then simply fly them back to their respective countries and to their homes. However, the one who benefited the most from these training sessions was Mercy. She apparently had a knack for fighting and was able to quickly learn and apply new techniques in practice. I had even asked if she wanted to join this world''s version of the UFC believing she could be champion at this rate. She refused stating, "As I said before Lex, I''m yours so I am not going anywhere". I simply left it at that afterward. I was also now much stronger and faster than before since my arrival to this world. My endurance had also skyrocketed as well. The week I was Isekaid into this DC world I took a basic military fitness test by doing as many push-ups, situps, and pullups as possible for 2 minutes for each exercise and doing a timed two-mile run. I also tried to see what my current max was for bench press, squat, and deadlift. Later that day was greatly upsetting after Mercy showed me my results.
Push Ups 36 reps
Sit Ups 42 Reps
Pull Ups None
2 Mile Run 22 minutes
Bench Press 115 lbs
Squat 185 lbs
Deadlift 135 lbs
Bodyweight 168 lbs 25% body fat
As someone who was really into fitness in my previous life, this was really disappointing. However, we all have to start somewhere and that day was going to be now. When Henry Ranbo, the trainer for the 7x Mr.Olympia, showed up it was very easy to persuade him compared to the prideful martial arts masters. The only thing he cared about was if I could pay him. Since then my new stats were:
Push Ups 72 Reps
Sit-ups 76 reps
Pull Ups 15 reps
2 mile Run 15 minutes
Bench Press 235 lbs
Squat 305 lbs
Deadlift 365 lbs
Bodyweight 172 lbs 20% body fat
Yeah, my current level of fitness was not as impressive as my previous life, but the gains were incredibly quick. Being able to achieve this within a mere five to six months was astounding! In my previous life, it took me about a year and a half to get to this level, but with Lex¡¯s body, I was able to achieve this in less than half of that. I even now had abs starting to show and veins beginning to pop out. It just showed that my new body had great genetic potential as a base human and made me excited about how far I can physically go. I was going to become the ultimate human life form. Chapter 9: First Contact January 31, 2011 ¡°With that, ladies and gentlemen, our meeting concludes. We will be here with you all next month to continue our talks about the merger. As I said, once Queen Industries joins LexCorp, not only will there be profit, but we will also increase the number of jobs available, especially here at Star City.¡± All the men and women around the table clapped excitedly, very pleased with how the events and topics in today''s meeting went. Well nearly everyone except two people, the Queen siblings, Oliver and Thea Queen. Thea looked exactly like the actress Willa Holland making her look identical to her counterpart in the television show Arrow. She stood at 5¡¯6¡±, had brown long wavy hair, a petite build, and looked quite cute. Oliver on the other hand looked like the actor Harry Goodwin without any facial hair. He looked handsome standing at exactly six feet, had his blonde hair in a crew cut, had sharp blue eyes, and looked fit but was not overly muscular or skinny. Once all the board members in the room left. It was just Mercy, me, and the two siblings. I slid them the contract and Oliver hesitantly and reluctantly signed it. Thea was glaring daggers at me tears forming in her eyes. She quickly got up and looked at her older brother and screamed, ¡°Look at what you¡¯ve done! Because of you we lost dad¡¯s and mom¡¯s company! Don¡¯t ever call, text, or even see me ever again! From now on your no longer my brother!¡±. Oliver just sat there at the end of the table looking down at the contract in front of him accepting the barrage of insults from his sister. His hands were clenched hard grasping his pants. When Thea was done she was just about to leave I stopped her, ¡°Ms. Queen don¡¯t leave now I have an offer for you that you might like¡±. ¡°What do you want now? You already have my family¡¯s company, our assets, even our goddamn family home. What more can I even give you?¡± Thea stated with venom in her voice. ¡°Look, it may seem like I am stealing this company away from you both, but if it were not for me acquiring this company, it would have gone bankrupt in a few short years and many people would have lost their jobs.¡± Soon Thea was crying quietly with tears dropping to the floor. I stepped closer to her though and wiped a tear from her face. She stepped back from the sudden touch and blushed. Oliver on the other hand stiffened and stood up to defend his sister if I was to propose a not so gentlemanly proposition. I continued talking and offered, ¡°However, after hearing that riveting speech directed at your brother, it inspired me. Showed me that you deeply cared about this company. So, how would you like to be my CEO of Queen Industries?¡± She was speechless looking at me in the eyes, ¡°A..Are you messing with me? You just bought the company and now you want to give it back? Is this some sort of trick to get me into bed if so you''re disgusting!¡± I laughed loudly ¡°I am not trying to trick you, trust me if I wanted you, you would have already been mine. No, instead I am offering you a second chance. I am not giving the company back, I''m just merely hiring you to run it. I¡¯ll even return your family home as a consolation prize¡± She blushed from my flagrant declaration that I was sure I could easily bed her if I had desired to, though she shook it off and went back on topic, ¡°What''s the catch? I know you''re known as a philanthropist and all but this is too good to be true.¡± ¡°No catch at all Ms. Queen. In fact, you would be doing me a favor for I am going to be far too busy in the near future to run multiple companies. If you let me mentor you, I can foresee you turning into quite the powerful businesswoman.¡± She kept quiet contemplating the decision. After five minutes of heavy silence she looked up and with full conviction declared, ¡°I¡¯m in, if you''re serious about actually teaching me, I¡¯m willing to work for the devil.¡± She raised her hand for a shake. I shook it and amusingly replied, ¡°Calling your future boss the devil is pretty harsh considering you are the one benefitting from all of this. I¡¯d like to think of myself more of a saint.¡± ¡°Sorry just never met a bald angel, though I guess it¡¯s fitting considering how light reflects off of it!¡± she jokingly laughed as she soon started sauntering out of the room. She is a cheeky one I¡¯ll give her that. I noticed Mercy in the back with displeasure on her face, though it was hard to tell if someone did not know her. She has quite the poker face. It seemed as if she did not like how familiar Ms Queen wa being. Guess I¡¯ll have to give her some attention later on tonight. After a few minutes, I then turned to Oliver Queen. He had a hopeful look in his eyes. I am guessing he hoped I would work out a similar deal with him. Though what I said next ruined all assumptions.¡°You on the other hand Mr. Queen, I¡¯m afraid I can not give you the same or similar offer as your sister due to your¡­history with owning a company and money. None of the other board members would accept it. Instead what I can offer you is an all-expense paid trip for an entire month so that you can clear your mind. You¡¯ll need a break from all of this and you¡¯ll need to see what you will want to do after you come back. Whatever it is you want to do with your life, if it''s reasonable I will assist you¡±. Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. He stood there dejected with his face crestfallen. I left the room leaving him alone with Mercy in tow, but before I left I decided to give him some advice my father had given me in my past life, ¡°You can''t change the past Mr. Queen, but you can do something with your future¡±. With that I left, paving the road for Oliver Queen to become the Green Arrow. It seemed on this earth, Green Arrow''s origin follows closely to the comics where Oliver Queen had wasted the majority of his parent''s fortune and was forced to sell his company. Though the company was now in dire straights due to its mishandling, I was mostly buying it all for its contacts and most importantly its weapons research. Queen Industries was solely invested in weapons manufacturing, much different than both Wayne Enterprises and LexCorp which both invested in different fields, diversifying our company''s portfolio. Queen Industries had close ties with the American military so it mainly focused on weapons manufacturing, distribution, and research. This put their weapons development production ten years ahead of my company. Bruce Wayne did not have to worry about this because last year when he took over Wayne Enterprises, he had vowed that they no longer be in weapons manufacturing but instead focus those resources on their other ventures such as transportation and medicine. While the sentiment was very humanitarian and I could understand he wanted to keep weapons out of Gotham especially away from his rogues gallery, this would not help humanity as a whole when the major players in the universe set their sites on Earth. Yes with my newfound intellect and great insight of both comic and manga weapon ideas, I could probably easily bridge that gap. However, I needed to bridge the gap between me and the powerhouses out there as soon as possible. Also, ideas were just ideas. In the MCU movies, Tony Stark explained how his new suit worked due to nanotech, but how did he create nanotech and how did it work to create his new armor? It was basically just sci-fi mambo jambo that writers threw in so that they would not have to explain how things were made or how they function. So with the requisition of Queen Industries, this helped me be one step closer to completing my little side projects. As I left the building Mercy came up to me and said, ¡°I will come and get the car ready for you sir.¡± ¡°Thank you, Mercy, I will wait here with the other guards.¡± Mercy left with two guards and I was left waiting out front of Queen Industries with my five other men. These people were trained and experienced warriors, all of them being retired special forces and the one leading them being a former delta force member. As I was waiting for Mercy one of my devices that I had created during my spare time sprang into life and a loud *TING* resounded on my forehead. It was a weak force field generator that was constantly on but would only last about ten shots from an M2 Browning. I had created it a month after I arrived on this planet because I knew as a multibillionaire, someone was eventually going to target my life. It seemed this was that eventually. I was in shock for a few seconds more when another loud *TING* resounded on my forehead once again. I immediately shook off my shock and quickly instructed my bodyguards, ¡°Get down! We are being shot at!¡± I swiftly went for cover behind a tree while five of my men were trying to locate who had just attacked me. ¡°Get Mr. Luthor out of here! Take him inside bef..¡±. *BAM*. The leader of my bodyguard group was trying to instruct the rest of the bodyguards when he was immediately shot on the side of the head directly on his temple when he had risen just a little bit to readjust himself. He crashed to the floor with blood, pieces of his skull, and brain matter spraying all over the floor. ¡°Fuck!¡± I cursed adrenaline coursing through my veins. Realization soon hit me that if I had not created the device I would have been dead already. I was shaking realizing that this was not a comic book or a game. That this was real life and I could potentially die permanently. As we were all hiding behind cover to prevent being shot, a black limo had arrived in front of me. The window rolled down and Mercy instructed, ¡°Get in Lex!¡± We all attempted to get in but as the last of my bodyguards was about to enter he too was shot in the head leaving me with only six people left including Mercy. The limo was being pelted by bullets, but thankfully this limo was bulletproof with the durability equivalent to an MRAP. As we drove off to safety, all the voices around me were fading away. Deadshot POV: Fuck! I swear I had shot him directly in his head and not just once but twice! Yet he somewhat survived. Worse he escaped. Was he a metahuman? I have met some in my line of work. Mostly as rivals since a majority of them could not find jobs and were forced into this business. If he was, this was going to be much more complicated and Mr. Big Bucks was going to have to pay more for this job. I initially was partnered up with that juiced-up muscle head who called himself Bane, but why split the reward when I can take it all for myself? Especially since Bane seemed kind of an idiot. From the few times he met him, he had bragged about how he was just as smart as he was strong. However, if the rumors were true about how he could make himself superhumanly strong, but required the repeated use of chemicals, then he was just a roided-up idiot in his eyes. Though the way things were looking, it seemed I might require Bane¡¯s help, well more like use him rather than get his help. The fact that Lex took two .950 JDJ rounds to the dome and did not even flinch had me extremely bothered. If he was a metahuman, what were his powers? Well, I guess if you have a raging bull in hand it is best to at least use it. I took out my burner phone and made a call. "The target escaped. However, I left a tracking device on his vehicle so I will send you the coordinates. If we are to take him down it has to be by tonight because if he escapes then...". I stopped talking because it seemed like the asshole had hung up on me.