Chapter 153 Have more sons!
Lucas rushed into the high sky, and a grand divine sound began to resound.
"Demon from another world, retreat immediately! This is a world created by us!"
"Oh, you created it? Well, it’s mine now!"
Lucas picked his nose.
I can blow up the entire Earth with one punch, so what’s the big deal about snatching your little world to play with?
America discovered the American continent back then, and in the end, it just became theirs. So, I discovered your little world, and peeing on it to mark my territory—isn’t that a perfectly reasonable thing to do?
We folks from America are the best at playing this game!
This is called heritage!
And you call yourself a creator... do you even know how to create?
"Presumptuous!"
The Great Other’s will was invading Lucas’s mind, but he was immune to mental control on any level.
"Alright, never mind whether you’re The Great Other or the Red God, just take a hit from me first!"
Lucas laughed wildly, the cloak on his body shattered, revealing that red and white Viltrumite uniform.
No more pretending!
Showdown!
I am a Viltrumite... Saiyan, hand over your world!!
R’hllor projected himself into the void.
It turned into flames, emitting endless divine light, sitting upon a throne forged from the primordial fire of this world.
Lucas found it mysterious, but if he looked at it from another perspective.
This thing was just a molecular cloud floating in the cosmic void before the birth of the sun. He had witnessed the birth of a star inside the Pillars of Creation with his own eyes, and he would eventually witness the demise of that star.
You, the Red God R’hllor, are nothing more than a derived will.
Who knows, maybe you ran over from another world. The Great Other, the Drowned God, and those others are about the same; the Death God seems more like a native deity.
These things are weak as hell.
Lucas threw a punch.
It directly unleashed a nuclear fusion explosion. R’hllor’s throne was forcibly shattered, turning into sparks scattered across the sky.
Lucas used a force field to isolate the battle.
To avoid the aftermath blowing the Earth back to the Stone Age.
"No! How could you possibly possess a more supreme will in your body!"
R’hllor seemed to be doing something secretly, but suddenly sensed a terrifying existence.
"Uh! System?"
Lucas shook his head. "Although it is being chased by the God’s will of another world, it’s as easy as crushing a dog for it to crush you. Stop running, Daddy is lulling you to sleep!"
Lucas didn’t stop his movement, and threw another punch.
R’hllor exploded on the spot.
Its will, along with its divine power, instantly vanished into the void, as if wiped out by something invisible.
Lucas instantly arrived in the North. The White Walkers were launching a full-scale invasion of the South. He backhanded a Viltrumite hand-blade, forcibly cutting off the continent north of the North. A giant abyss cut off the possibility of a full-scale invasion by the White Walkers.
Then he spat out Omega Beams, destroying hundreds of thousands of White Walkers.
He looked toward the Land of Always Winter; The Great Other, who was hiding there, was nothing but a coward and was directly blown to pieces by the Omega Beams.
According to DC settings, ordinary local gods can only bully an eight-year-old Darkseid. Once a New God becomes an adult, they can pin you down and beat you up.
Lucas is the New God of this world.
Or rather, there is no god in this world. Several petty gods fought each other like dogs, yet still couldn’t occupy the whole world.
Lucas helped them end the dispute.
Since none of you can call the shots, how about I take a step forward, and you take ten thousand steps back, and I become the one who calls the shots?
The Great Other followed right after R’hllor to enjoy the afterlife.
Immediately after, Lucas clapped his palms together above Blackwater Bay.
A Super Shockwave directly tore the sea surface apart, forming an abyss hundreds of kilometers long. The Drowned God’s tentacles and deep-sea will were directly shaken to death on the seabed.
In less than half a day, the local gods of this world were all unreasonably destroyed by Lucas.
...
[Ding!]
[Detected that all local gods in this world have been exterminated, world core extraction complete...]
[Host has achieved 100% Conquest progress, successfully conquered the Game of Thrones world]
[World permissions unlocked! Host has obtained absolute control over this world]
[Divine power extraction complete]
[Obtained Enhancement — Omega Beams (Omega Effect unlocked)]
At this moment, the Omega Beams within Lucas underwent a mutation at the level of causality, successfully extracting the absolute divine skill of the Omega Effect.
(Omega Effect: Absolute tracking, molecular reconstruction, causality erasure, causality resurrection — except for extremely special existences)
At the same time.
Lucas’s bone and muscle density soared under the feedback of divine power. His pure physical strength directly broke through the shackles, crossing from planetary-level combat power, bypassing small stellar-level, and directly entering stellar-level.
Going back to The Boys World to max out his bloodline level will cause his combat power to soar again by a large margin.
By then, he might even be able to go to DC and act arrogantly.
Besides his own enhancement.
Lucas also obtained control of this world. He could instantly reconstruct the buildings of King’s Landing at the atomic level, and could mobilize the tectonic plates in his mind. He possessed absolute world-creation rights, as well as molecular construction and the function of creating planets.
However, the only downside was that creation mode could only be used in conquered worlds.
Lucas stayed for another three years.
He wanted to see how Daenerys Targaryen controlled this country. As it turned out, for the past three years, Daenerys Targaryen had been obsessed with building temples for him. One towering building after another rose from the ground; those were the "Supreme Temples" belonging to Lucas.
For this reason, Daenerys Targaryen mobilized 70% of the able-bodied people in the entire territory, and most of the empire’s productivity was squeezed. There were even rumors among the people, cursing this as a tyranny of a god who built altars by sucking the flesh and blood of mortals.
"Daenerys Targaryen, this behavior of yours... makes me not very reassured about leaving!"
Lucas planned to synchronize this world’s time with the main universe.
In a few hundred or a thousand years, perhaps Game of Thrones would evolve into a technological world.
But why did Daenerys Targaryen start building wonders?
"To attract your attention, the people had to suffer a little!" Daenerys Targaryen said without any guilt.
Damn!
Although Daenerys Targaryen was not the Mad King, this behavior was about the same. To win his "smile," she actually plunged the entire country into this husband-chasing drama.
Do you know that wonders can ruin a country?
"I think I said... I have no interest in having children with you, I already have a partner..."
Daenerys Targaryen knelt on one knee. "My God! Only under your control will the empire not go off track. Mortals all die, I want your offspring to rule this country... and this world forever!"
Lucas thought carefully.
That wasn’t impossible.
Let his own son manage every world for him, let the world’s parameters run; change is eternal.
"Not bad, you’ve persuaded me!"
Lucas nodded. Daenerys Targaryen’s joy was visible to the naked eye. Her governance level was relatively average, but this pious attitude was worth affirming.
...
One year later.
Lucas’s first son was born.
When he was born, there were no strange phenomena in the sky, nor did he awaken any superpowers. He looked like an ordinary baby.
Daenerys Targaryen was very puzzled.
"My abilities will definitely be inherited. Take good care of our son; he will awaken one day and rule this world for me!" Lucas stroked Daenerys Targaryen’s head.
The queen, who was cold and ruthless in the eyes of outsiders, was tender as water in Lucas’s arms.
"What... should we name our son?" Daenerys Targaryen asked.
Lucas thought carefully. "Maxwell, perhaps!"
"This name... is a bit strange!" Daenerys Targaryen said truthfully.
It was indeed strange.
After all, the Westeros continent didn’t have this naming style, but from today on, it would.
"This name will lead a trend. From now on, more and more people will choose names like this."
Lucas accompanied the mother and son for a few years, fulfilling his responsibilities as a father as much as possible, until Maxwell initially awakened his abilities.
"Father, how is it?" High in the sky, Maxwell could barely maintain his position without falling.
"Not bad. Your initial strength is 8 tons, and you possess Supersonic flight capabilities, but you still haven’t unlocked Heat Vision. My Omega Beams might not be inherited, or they might be. You must pay attention to your own ability awakening!"
Lucas urged him repeatedly.
Maxwell nodded, half-understanding.
"Eight tons of strength, Supersonic flight—the same starting point as me. I wonder what level you can eventually grow to?" Lucas waited and watched.
Soon, it was time to part.
"Father, are you leaving?"
Maxwell was still a child, so it was normal to be a bit reluctant.
"Yes, I will come back every week. Protect your mother well. Also, learn more about managing the country. Our race has a long lifespan, so don’t be afraid of making mistakes. You have plenty of opportunities to improve yourself."
"Yes!"
Maxwell nodded heavily.
Lucas smiled, and his figure slowly disappeared.
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