Raja Rudra Wyllt, Supreme Wizard King, Chaos Incarnate, and Multiverse's Clumsiest Casanova, paced his Taipei safehouse, gut churning like he'd chugged expired Butterbeer. Call it a knockoff Spider-Sense, straight from a Taipei alley's discount bin. Lucy was set to ascend to godhood, but something felt off. To calm his jitters, he snagged a Glock from the armory—because nothing says "chill Paris trip" like a pocketful of overkill, right?
Lucy, now a tech goddess who could probably hack Hogwarts' wards, booked a chartered jet, VIP style. She'd cracked every database from Taipei to Timbuktu, turning them into high-society darlings.
Lucy morphed into a Vogue-cover queen—regal, untouchable—while Raja played her bodyguard, "Alfred,"channeling Batman's butler with a side of Drip Supreme. He practiced his "I'm-a-serious-robot" face in the mirror, muttering, "Yes, milady," until MAYA groaned. Master, you're embarrassing me.
They rolled up to the jet in a Rolls Royce, Raja overdoing the Alfred shtick like a caffeinated peacock. He flung doors open with Broadway flair, bowed so low his nose grazed the tarmac, and dusted Lucy's seat with a napkin, cackling, "No crumbs for Her Majesty!" Lucy stared, silent, probably regretting her life choices.
Then, out of nowhere, she snapped, "Get formal. You're Alfred the Butler, Extraordinaire act useless on the plane."
Raja saluted, nearly smacking his own face. "YES, MILADY!" removed his tux and showed his Demon back body to Lucy.
Lucy without any expression walked towards him and touched his body, try to analyse raja's body constitution.
Raja's hormones and his pole stand like a Eiffel tower, suddenly raja kissed Lucy and she responded by kissing back and they hugged each other and squeezing there curves and muscles.
They fucked each other like rabbits, Lucy reading his mind act according to his will showing expression on her face. Raja like an inexhaustible machine performing with passion and lust for hours like he didn't get another chance to fuck a goddess.
They landed in Paris at 6 AM, city of love, but Raja's heart was still rebooting from that kiss. At a fancy university lab, scientists swarmed Lucy like she was Beyoncé, firing questions like nerdy paparazzi. The lead scientist shooed them, barking, "Dignity, people!" Raja hovered by the door, gut screaming—his dollar-store Spider-Sense tingling harder than a bad Tinder date.
Gunshots cracked the hall. Raja spun, Alfred-mode on. "Stay put, I've got this!"he yelled, ready to Rambo whatever idiot crashed their party.
Lucy's voice stopped him cold. "Raja." untill know she called him Shadow not his real name.
He tripped mid-step, MAYA screeching, She knows your name?!
Lucy's eyes glowed, cosmic and creepy. "I know everything. Everyone wants my brain, but you—you're not asking for power. You get what's happening to me, don't you? What do you want?"
Raja gulped, grinning like a doofus. "Uh… another kiss? Pretty please?"
MAYA: Smooth, idiot.
Lucy didn't blink—WHOOSH!—she teleported, grabbed his collar, and planted a lip-lock that fried his circuits.
Raja's brain blue-screened, legs Jell-O, the world a glittery haze. After an eternity (or a minute), she pulled back, whispering, "Ten minutes."
"Ten minutes?" Raja mumbled, then snapped to. Ascension countdown! He spun to the scientists, barking, "Move it, nerds! She's going god-mode!"Lucy smirked, chilling like she hadn't just rewired his soul.
Raja activated God breathing technique—brain boost, baby—and charged the gunfire, kicking the door open like a discount Bruce Willis. "YIPPEE KI—YAWN!" Fifty goons unloaded, bullets turning the hall into a Michael Bay wet dream.
Raja dove behind a marble pillar, flipping and rolling like Neo with a Red Bull IV. "This ain't The Matrix, losers!" he yelled, counting shots, dodging like a caffeinated squirrel.
A Korean dude in his 30s, eyes blazing, led the pack. "You killed my father!"he roared. "I'll drag your head to Main land China!"
Raja cackled, mid-dodge. "Bro, I smoked your pops in his own crib! You think Paris is your comeback tour? You're dumber than a Whomping Willow!"
MAYA: Taunting? Bold.
The guy lost it, screaming, "KILL HIM!" Bullets flew, Raja twirling through—three goons dropped with one shot, Neo-style. He backflipped over a grenade, landing with a wink, but—OW!—a slug grazed his arm. Nothing happen, except hand numb and dizziness. "Crap!"
Raja hissed. "Why didn't I jump to other side, my head spinning!"
He chucked flashbangs, blinding the room, and went ham—one bullet per goon, 23 bodies down like bad bowling pins. The leader hid behind a pillar with two lackeys, Raja's main gun dry, arm too shot to lift the AR-15. "Yo, buddy!" he shouted. "Still breathing?"
"I'LL END YOU!"the guy screamed.
"Cool, cool," Raja grinned. "One bullet left. Hold still, yeah?" He flicked his last shot—curve city, baby!—the bullet arced around the pillar, nailing all three. Raja bowed, arm bleeding. "Maximum effort, suckers. Deadpool will be jealous if he find out."
Clock check: 30 seconds. Raja sprinted to the lab, bursting in as Lucy glowed, a black substance swallowing tech, snacks, even a stray stapler—her supercomputer vibe eating everything. Scientists gawked, jaws floored. Five minutes later, it spat a pen drive and poofed. Lucy was gone.
"Lucy?!" Raja yelped, heart lurching.
His phone buzzed—I'm everywhere, she texted.
Raja grinned, belting, "I KISSED A GOD, AND I LIKED IT!"He moonwalked, lab shaking, till a scientist coughed, "Sir… stop?"
Ding!Goddess' grace achieved. Gifts section.
Raja checked—Error. No privilege."What?! Lucy's too OP for the system?" Ding!It's our secret. Butt out.
Raja cackled, then froze—his arm. No wound, healed clean. He smirked skyward. "Thanks, Red." A final text pinged: My pleasure. The radio crackled, Lucy's voice soft, "I'll miss you. Farewell, My Hero."
Raja laughed, fist-pumping. "To the Main world, MAYA!"
To Be Continued…