Chase Bank was an accessible bank with a branch in the heart of Manhattan, specifically near Times Square. Its accessibility and the fact that it wasn't seen as an elite institution like Goldman Sachs made it one of the favorites among common people.
There were always people going in and out, always customers waiting in line at the counters to be served.
This day was no different. A couple—a gorgeous blonde girl and an attractive young man with white hair—were seated on a sofa across from a Branch Manager who was sweating profusely.
"As I said, Mr. Carter, I heard your bank has very good interest rates. I'm interested in opening an account…"
The branch manager's eyes were full of disbelief as his face grew paler by the second.
Why?! Why is this person here?! What did I do to deserve this?! I knew I should've retired! Now I'm finished—if I upset this man, I'll be turned into a hamster or something!
Despite his internal cries of despair, the man in a suit and toupee kept his most cordial and friendly smile toward his guest.
...
At the same time, a black van without plates stopped in a crowded side street.
A towering figure stepped out—dressed in a fitted black suit, leather gloves, and a trench coat that did little to hide his massive 6'7" (2m) frame. Pale skin, facial scars, sharp teeth, and a deep voice that radiated menace.
He was joined by four masked henchmen armed with automatic rifles and smoke grenades.
This man was the criminal villain known as Tombstone. He normally worked for underworld bosses like Kingpin, but this time he was moving solo with a clear objective.
"Everyone ready?" the giant ordered before taking the lead toward the bank in front of him.
He wore no mask—his face was a weapon of intimidation.
He marched straight to the entrance, heavy footsteps echoing as his men flanked him. Passersby on the sidewalk instinctively stepped aside, sensing danger—many even fled in panic.
...
Ignorant of this situation people could not even be prepared, but even if they knew there was something more important.
Inside the bank, an even stranger crisis was taking place.
"Mr. Carter? Me?! Oh no, Sir! Please, call me James—or better yet, just little Jim! That's more than enough for someone as insignificant as me!"
The manager's voice shook despite having been in charge of a bank branch for over thirty years, used to dealing with wealthy and important people.
"Isn't that disrespectful?" the young man asked, confused by the reaction.
"No! Of course not! You can call me your slave if you wish!" James Carter dropped to the ground and got down on all fours. "If you want, you can even use me as a seat!"
*Thud*
The beautiful blonde with the young man frowned and looked at the manager with clear disgust.
The manager turned even paler, realizing his excessive servility might have been offensive. But before he could apologize, gunshots rang out.
....
Outside, Tombstone advanced openly with no attempt to hide his intentions. Two bank security guards immediately drew their weapons and opened fire.
"Idiots…" Tombstone muttered with cold disdain, unconcerned by the bullets. They struck his skin only to lose all momentum and fall to the ground like cotton balls.
"He's a mutant!" one guard shouted.
"Mutant? No. I'm Tombstone!"
Both guards were hurled through the glass doors, triggering chaos and screams of terror.
"SHUT UP!"
Tombstone roared, firing into the ceiling. As if knowing exactly what to do, everyone dropped to the floor. His henchmen moved quickly, disarming the remaining guards, knocking out a few resisting civilians, and making their way toward the vault.
Meanwhile, Tombstone lit a cigarette. He was a villain used to fighting superheroes—a bank robbery was breakfast to him. This would be easy; after all, the heroes were busy with that multiversal war everyone had heard about.
"What do you think you're doing!" shouted Manager Carter.
"Huh?"
Tombstone froze for a moment. A small man with a toupee had walked right up to him and started yelling. It wasn't that he'd never seen people try to play hero before, but usually they were well-built or at least armed. This man, who probably struggled to climb a staircase, had no business standing there.
"What did you say?" Tombstone was baffled. Didn't you just see me send men flying? Didn't you see me walk through bullets a second ago? I'm Tombstone, damn it!
Confusion quickly turned into rage. Not even Spider-Gwen or Daredevil had ever spoken to him so disrespectfully. He prepared to kill this man cruelly and make sure no one ever disrespected him again.
"I–"
"Shut up!"
Tombstone hadn't spoken three words before being cut off again by a manager now bulging with veins on his forehead.
"Are you stupid?! Do you even realize what you're doing?! I'm giving my best effort here to save us all, and you show up to screw it up?!"
Even Tombstone's henchmen stopped in shock. Never in his life—not even Kingpin—had anyone spoken to Tombstone like that. How could this little man have such guts? What no one knew was the truth: the manager would have wet himself already if not for his sheer determination not to embarrass himself in front of his guest.
At that moment of total tension, a calm voice spoke.
"Is something wrong, Mr. Carter?"
The manager lost all color in his face and began trembling.
Allen observed the situation. "Looks like there's a robbery going on… isn't that right, Emma?"
Emma Frost, holding Allen's arm, scoffed. "Darling, I told you already—I can buy you any bank you want. There's no need to open an account…"
"I don't want Tony making fun of me for eating soft rice."
"Huh? That fool Stark? How about I buy Stark Industries and dress him up as a mascot to make him dance for you?"
Allen felt a bead of sweat roll down his cheek. Just how rich was Emma? Could she really just buy Stark Industries like that?!
Then came the sound of a heavy thud. Everyone turned to see Tombstone on his knees, his head pressed to the floor.
Allen narrowed his eyes. He felt like he had seen this man before.
"You are…"
"I… I'm so sorry!" the man shouted, lifting his tear-streaked face. "I didn't know His Eminence, His Majesty, Your Majestacularness, Your Omnipotentacularity was here!"
"Those aren't even words…" Allen muttered, unsure how to react.
Emma chuckled softly. "At least he's being respectful, isn't he, Your Omnipotentacularity~?"
Allen shuddered at the absurd, exaggerated title.
"There's no need for—"
Rebecca – Yes, Your Grandiositude! Hahaha!
Harley – At your service, Your Exaltitudinality!~ Hahaha
[Yes, Your Glorifinitude!~]
'You too?!'
Allen felt a headache. This had been happening all month since he returned. It seemed things had reached a point where people treated him ridiculously. He had tried not to react, but the exaggerated titles were too much!
Artoria – Don't blame them. They're just having fun… Your–
"Stop!"
At Allen's shout, both the manager and Tombstone clung to each other in fear. A vein bulged on Allen's forehead. It seemed he was so terrifying that the fact that one of them was a criminal didn't even matter anymore.
"Mr. Walker, please don't be angry!" The manager ripped off his toupee. "Look, I'm as bald as a knee! Isn't that funny?"
"Where's your dignity?" Allen muttered, baffled at this so-called banker.
"That's right, Mr. Walker!" Tombstone added, punching himself in the face. "There's no need for you to dirty your hands—I'll punish myself for you…"
Allen stared for a moment before sighing sarcastically. "How considerate of you. Why don't you just turn yourself over to the police—"
Allen didn't even finish before Tombstone had already grabbed a pair of handcuffs, put them on himself, and dropped face down on the floor.
"What are you waiting for?!" Tombstone barked at his henchmen. "Don't you see Mr. Walker is on a date?! How dare you expect him to waste his time dragging us to prison?!"
The henchmen exchanged looks before tossing aside their weapons, removing their masks, and cuffing themselves with the guards' handcuffs.
"Where's your pride as thieves?" Allen shouted angrily at them. "At least have some backbone—"
He stopped again when he saw the branch manager also putting on handcuffs for some reason.
"I don't even care anymore…" Allen muttered, walking past the would-be robbers and leaving the bank arm-in-arm with Emma.
....
The next day, Allen sat on a chair in the backyard of his house on the outskirts of New York City. He stared pensively at his cup of coffee.
The incident from the day before had left him feeling uneasy. It was something that happened often—people treating him that way. But who could blame them? The sheer scale of the battle against Lucifer defied all common sense. It wasn't just planets anymore—whole universes had been at risk of being annihilated with a single strike during that incident.
And yet… Allen wasn't that terrifying, right?
"Something wrong?" Gwen, wearing one of his shirts, sat down on his lap. This was his home, protected so no one could see them, which meant Gwen and many of the other girls often dressed lightly without worry.
Allen rested his head against Gwen's chest, realizing it was a foolish concern. His women and his friends could interact with him without issue, so in the end, it didn't really matter.
"Just minor worries…"
MJ came out as well, also wearing one of Allen's shirts, holding a cup of cocoa.
"What's going on, what did I miss?~"
Allen chuckled. "I'll just end up going out in disguise."
"…?" Allen suddenly looked up at the sky.
Artoria, Albedo, Makima, Wednesday, Esdeath, Kurumi, 2B, and Jalter appeared instantly, all sensing the shift in Allen's presence.
Gwen quickly got off Allen's lap, feeling the change in the atmosphere.
"Don't worry, it's nothing…" Allen stood up and disappeared.
....
Out in space, Allen stood tall, gazing into the void and the distant stars.
[Host?]
Even the system was confused. But Allen answered with action—raising his hand and opening a portal before him. Without giving the system or the girls any explanation, he stepped through.
[Host, we are in the Dark Dimension. Please, be careful.]
The system didn't question him further, instead preparing itself to support him.
"I will…" Allen said casually.
As he entered the Dark Dimension, Allen was engulfed in a chaotic void of darkness and violet glimmers.
Fragments of rock and twisted shapes floated aimlessly, while formless towers rose and collapsed around him.
The air, heavy and cold, vibrated with a hum that chilled the soul.
Amidst the chaos, Allen remained completely calm.
Wednesday – This place is dangerous…
Makima – Be careful. Something is watching. It's a vile feeling, reminds me of being observed by primordial demons.
The girls prepared themselves, ready to fight whatever might appear!
"Who?"
A chilling voice echoed. That "something" soon revealed itself as a colossal face of fire and shadow, with burning eyes that pierced into the mind. It's shifting form merged with the environment, radiating an oppressive presence that thundered like a storm, threatening to crush all sanity.
"Hello…" Allen said, raising his hand.
"I was expecting a sorcerer… but it doesn't matter. I will say this only once: surrender. Your world will inevitably be consumed by me!"
Ignoring the threat, Allen squinted suspiciously at the creature. "And you are?"
"I AM DORMAMMU, MASTER OF THE DARK DIMENSION, AN ENTITY BEYOND YOUR INSIGNIFICANT AND FLEETING EXISTENCE!"
Allen rubbed his head. "I guess I'll have to defeat you…"
"Defeat me?" Dormammu couldn't help but feel insulted. This insignificant being dared to suggest he could defeat him? "FOOL! I AM DORMAMMU! I AM INDESTRUCTIBLE! IMMORTAL! I AM OMNIPOTENT IN MY OWN DIMENSION! I AM—"
"I see…"
Dormammu was about to continue his monologue before obliterating Allen when he noticed something strange. The human… was growing. Bigger, and bigger, and bigger still.
"Huh?"
Dormammu had lived billions of years, but for the first time, he struggled to comprehend what was happening. He tried to strike Allen but couldn't—it was as though a wall separated them.
Impossible. He was the master of the Dark Dimension. Nothing could defeat him here. So how…?
Then, in his desperation, the truth hit him. Allen wasn't growing!
He was the one who was shrinking!
But that couldn't be. He was the Dark Dimension. Conceptual powers, reality-altering abilities, none of it should affect him.
"Who are you?" Dormammu's once thunderous voice now trembled weakly. Anyone who heard it would collapse in disbelief.
Allen stood in space, holding a small black sphere streaked with crimson tones. Within it, Dormammu's tiny face stared back at him in sheer horror.
"Yeah, you know... You said you're omnipotent in your dimension, and well, I was feeling lazy, so I just shrank the entire Dark Dimension…"
"Huh?! Y-you… you can do t-that... sir?" Dormammu's voice cracked, his tone humble toward the one he had once considered beneath him.
Allen shrugged. "Yeah... seems like it."
Dormammu paled. If that was possible… what kind of being had he just provoked?!
Allen, noticing Dormammu had gone silent, turned to head back to Earth. But then he noticed something.
"…Was that always there?"
With a wave of his hand, a colossal, glowing red figure appeared. It looked around, confused, then locked its gaze on Allen.
"It's too big…"
Allen snapped his fingers, and the planet-sized Celestial vanished. Or so it seemed—reality revealed it was now small enough to fit in Allen's hand, no bigger than a Gundam model.
Allen eyed both Arishem and Dormammu before teleporting to his apartment, specifically into his treasure room. Carefully, he placed Arishem on a shelf beside a Goku figure and a Gundam, and Dormammu on his desk, thinking he'd make a decent paperweight.
"Darling, is that you?" Natasha's voice called from the shower.
A smile tugged at Allen's lips. "Sorry guys, behave yourselves," he said, leaving behind two of the universe's most powerful beings—now reduced to a figurine and a paperweight.
Such disrespect!
Throughout all of this, neither the system nor the girls spoke a word. Probably not even Allen realized what he had just done.
"Ahh ❤️~"
Meanwhile, Allen wrapped his arms around Natasha, focusing instead on cultivating love with her.
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A/N: From that moment on, "Omnipotentacularity" became an official word in all dictionaries to refer to Allen. 🍷🗿
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