Multiverse Stories (Multicross: DC, DXD, Marvel, ETC,)

(Gale POV)

[+100 CP Milestone]

[1,200 CP Remaining]

Instead of letting the book float in the air, I held it while making sure to close the curtains, which included the window and the room curtains. Thankfully, we were able to get a private room, but having the extra privacy will help.

"I don't know if you can hear me. Give me something." The statement goes unanswered as the book simply reopens itself and begins to turn the pages.

[Rolling]

Marvel Cosmic/Astral Constant: (-600 CP): Some things just are. Some people call these things facts; those in the know tend to call them Astral Constants. Adam Warlock was once considered such a thing. You are now one as well. As an Astral Constant, you are invulnerable to metaphysical destruction, a being that shouts "I Am" to a careless universe and is heard as such. Reality warps and cosmic undoing now simply slide off of you. You cannot be erased or undone save on the physical plane. If someone wants you out of the picture, even a nigh-all-powerful God, they will have to come down and do it the old-fashioned way.

[600 CP Remaining]

Before I could say a word, I found the book stabbing a golden light into my being, which spread throughout my entire veins in a feeling that I can't even begin to describe. My eyes began to glow as my circuits began to spread like roots in my body, planting themselves within the ground.

And yet, as I looked up, I saw something that no normal man should see. I saw multiple hands. Not normal ones… no. I saw galaxies being held as if they were tiny motes of dust within these hands.

As I looked downward, I saw that everything—even though I was holding the galaxies, the sun—was being held in the palm of another being. Yet, as I looked upward, I saw, for a split second, the beauty of infinite Cosmos. The roots that began to plant themselves into the ground then began to spread across the hand that held what was seemingly the entire universe in his hand.

On one of the large fingers, I saw what looked to be a man holding a glass of some type of drink with radiant yellow wings. As he looked down at me, his eyes were showing a myriad of emotions. But in the end, there was only one that showed itself.

Intrigue. As a small smirk made its way to his face, he raised his glass, and soon enough, the other beings turned to me. One held what was seemingly a large ankh. Another held what was seemingly an endless book, similar to my own. In fact, while they were staring right at me, I was unsure if they could see me. It's almost as if they heard a noise and were looking in the general direction of where it came from.

Soon enough, blood began to drip down from my nose as the roots then began to spread outward beyond the hand that held the universe, but after what felt like hours, I blinked and found myself back in the hospital room, my nose still bleeding along with my eyes.

As I let go of the book, I stumbled and fell to the ground, feeling no more strength than I used to have as a baby. My breath was getting faster and faster as I tried to calm my beating heart. Yet, while I should be feeling wonder and amazement at what I just saw, all I feel is irritation.

Looking over toward the book, I saw what just happened in the form of a perk, and to say I was impressed was an understatement. It was one of my greatest fears to one day just be snapped out of existence in some kind of cosmic heat death, and now I don't need to worry about that.

But having virtual immunity to reality warping, while beneficial in the long run, is not great for the current situation. It's foolish, in fact. It's almost laughable. I should be thinking long-term here. Now is not the time to second-guess. If she dies, I can bring her back one day.

Looking back to the book floating in the middle of the room, I walked over and grabbed it again. I took a breath, and for a moment, in the back of my mind, I felt that feeling like I was more solid, like I was a giant boulder now sitting in the middle of a calm lake.

Roll it again.

[Rolling…Keep Trying]

Again, I hear the inkling of a voice coming from the book, yet before I could ponder this further, the results appear, forming from the edges of the book's pages.

Fate/Apocrypha V1.4/Black Boxed: (-200 CP): Sure, sharing your stuff is all well and good… but on the off chance you want to keep a few things to yourself, or make sure you're not expendable, this is the option for you. Now, regardless of analysis or how long you've actually worked with someone on your projects, nobody else can reverse engineer or even fully use anything you've developed or made if you don't want them to. You can include and exclude people at will and at any time – up to you if one day somebody's an expert with your stuff, the next they can't even figure out how to turn it on.

[+100 CP Milestone]

[500 CP Remaining…Sorry]

Again, something incredibly useful for the future. In a universe where tech is constantly stolen, replicated, or used against someone, having the ability to make sure that anything I myself create can't be replicated is beneficial. My thoughts are overall positive, yet again, there's a small amount of irritation. I have saved up these points for years—months now. Give me something.

Looking back to the bed, I see that she's still asleep, her breathing steady. Yet again, I think of how fast she has deteriorated. It makes me wonder if that is due to the fact that, instead of giving birth to only one child, she gave birth to two.

But then again, that was a decade ago. Stop thinking negatively. It's been surprising how emotional I am these days. I blame that on the fact that I'm growing physically.

Maybe one day I'll look back on how I acted as of recently and laugh. But again, I don't feel like laughing.

[Rolling]

I looked again to the book, and its endless descriptions began to flutter about again. The words seemingly flew off of the pages. It almost reminded me of those Hogwarts paintings—the ones that were alive. Specifically, it was as if this book and what is inside exists in a universe of its own, maybe even multiple.

The fact that I may be holding a possible universe of magic hostage is a bit alarming, but I'm trusting the guy that made you. It wouldn't make sense for him to mess with me so far unless he's playing some kind of long con.

[Rolling]

Invincible/Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex: (-200 CP): CRACK, you broke something again. This super strength is definitely taking some getting used to. At least it was. For some reason, when you woke up this morning, it seems like something is working perfectly in your brain, and now your powers are modulated to whatever you desire. If you had super strength enough to destroy planets, now you can juggle Faberge eggs without fear of breaking them. You might be able to manipulate fire on par with stars, but now you find you can use it so finely that you could light the head of a match on fire. Use your star-shattering telekinesis to manipulate an atom? Why not?

It doesn't matter what you do, but now you have perfect conscious control and modulation of any and all powers or abilities that you possess. Even in things that may be considered unconscious actions, you may consciously control how fast your heart beats, your core temperature, or the strength of rapid muscular contractions. That said, this doesn't let you do things with your powers that you couldn't normally. If your "star-shattering telekinesis," for example, couldn't normally control or affect things on an atomic scale, this perk wouldn't change that. This is just control and refinement when using your powers in ways they can already be used; it doesn't actually expand what your powers are capable of.

[300 CP Remaining]

Control…. Yes, control is a good thing. But again, I'm running out of resources here. I rarely ever ask for anything, but not getting more beauty perks? Come on, don't make me beg. But as I take a moment, I reinforce my right hand and walk over to the door. As I place my reinforced hand on the doorknob, I can feel the amount of power I'm using automatically adjust to the amount of force I need to just open the door.

It seems to be automatic as well as mental control. Reining in the usage of my Od, I imagine this will come in quite handy in the future, as well as save me a lot of time in control training. But maybe this perk will act differently with various other power sources, and I may still have to experiment with it.

Sitting down on the chair next to the bed again, I look at the heart monitor beeping steadily, and as I remind myself, I should still have a year, even if this doesn't work. Roll it again.

[Rolling]

Medaka Box Abnormal Jumpchain/Shoujo Prince: (-100 CP): They don't call you a prince for nothing. You've got the sort of stunning good looks to make yourself stand out even on a world stage. No doubt half your schoolmates are crushing on you, from either side of the gender line too. Not only that, but these effortless good looks really are as effortless as they seem. You don't need to spend any time at all in the morning preparing. You'll find yourself looking, smelling, and feeling just as good waking up as if you'd spent a few hours at a luxury spa each morning. You'll also find that most things you do have your beauty in them as well, ranging from having innately gorgeous handwriting to producing much prettier pieces of art.

[100 CP Remaining]

(I'm not kidding you; he rolled this three times in a row. RNGesus has it out for our main character.)

I want to fucking punch a wall now….. Is this just a fucking joke to you? Honestly, with the amount of anger I'm feeling right now, I could probably go Super Saiyan if I wanted to. Yet again, the golden light floods my being, and instead of just entering my body, it seemingly covers it, adding a second layer of skin. Nothing changes physically, at least from what I see, but that just may be due to me being young and my body still developing. But spiritually, I feel more graceful in a way.

Simply standing up and sitting back down, I feel like I move with the etiquette of an aristocrat. What is odd is how it feels entirely natural. Although I hope I'm able to turn this off because people could eventually learn through body language who I am if I were to ever take off the mask for a moment.

But to be honest, I'm just feeling tired right now. I only have 100 points left. Unintentionally, I begin glaring at the book just floating there. I shouldn't be angry at it, as it's only doing its job, and it's entirely random, so I assume it has no bearing on what it chooses.

Taking a breath, I focus once more and mentally send the signal to it again.

[Rolling…I'm Trying]

But yet, as I see a green light appear, which lets me know that it's an item instead of a perk, my worries increase, as there are very rare healing items in this from what I've seen…. Give me something.

And then, as a small vial appears in my hand, I look confusingly at it before looking at the book, and as I read the description of what I have just gained, a slight tear falls from my eye.

Solo Leveling/Elixir: (-100 CP): You gain a box that contains four bottles' worth of the substance known as the Holy Water of Life. This miraculous liquid can be crafted by using several items dropped by killing the Demon Monarch and two of his trusted lieutenants. Its ability resides in curing any illness, no matter the origin, of those who drink a full bottle's worth of the substance. As it is known, it is the only substance that is capable of curing the Eternal Sleep's illness. The only downside is that it cannot cure any wounds, only things that can be defined as an 'illness.' You will get a new bottle for each one that you spend after a month of their usage.

My hands begin to slightly shake, seeing what I now hold in my hands. Holding it as tenderly as I would a child, I look to the IV drip that's in my mother's arms, and as I zip open the top of the bag and dump half of the water into the nearby sink, making sure not to disconnect the drip from my mother's arm, I pour the potion into the IV drip. I sit and wait. Thankfully, the potion itself merges into the water without changing its color, which is a bit strange as it was entirely red, but I don't question it—one of the few things I haven't questioned in a long time.

Thankfully, it's nighttime, and they don't replace anything for the next couple of hours, which should be enough time for what's currently in the drip to empty. So, as I reopen the window, I take one more look at my mother and hope that this cure works. I then place the empty bottle back into the book, and while I am disappointed that I'm unable to study the cure, it'll be back in a month. Placing my hood back on, I begin to move.

As I jump down from the third floor of the hospital, I use displacement in order to immediately hit the ground. Thankfully, these years of studies allowed me to somewhat replicate the techniques used by the Ainsworth family. I can't do anything such as displacing souls or diseases within bodies, as well as consciousnesses, but distance is something I've learned to do.

After reaching the parking lot, I slightly groan as I realize how this new gracefulness has affected my body language. It makes almost every intense motion I do look like something out of an action movie—thankfully, a good action movie in this case. Thankfully, I'm not a family member of the Bat Family, or else they would immediately notice.

After reinforcing my legs and feet, I immediately take to the rooftops and begin to parkour my way home. Soon enough, I see my open window, and after slipping inside, I take off and clean my shoes while tossing the clothes I was wearing into my closet, as well as taking off the gloves I've been wearing.

However, after taking off my gloves and sweater, I then look behind me and see my father's eyes staring at me from my bedroom door as it creaks open.

As he opens it, both of us entirely silent, we look at each other for a few seconds as he slowly shuts the door after he enters and sits down on the bed next to me.

I expected him to start yelling or to at least ask me where I was, but he just sits down next to me and places an arm around me, to which I lean in as we embrace. And while I know I'm probably not going to get out of this without a telling-off, I enjoy these fleeting moments.

(OK ladies and gentlemen, the next chapter will be the end of the set ups and will be getting into the next part of this little journey. To be honest, I can't tell if the random number generator likes this guy or hates him. It's like a love-hate relationship with an anime tsundere.)