On Yautja Higher Realm, on Yautja Prime, the gathered Elders clicked their mandibles thoughtfully in the Grand Council Chamber. The massive chamber, adorned with skulls of legendary prey from countless worlds, echoed with their distinctive sounds.
"A tournament of realms," Elder K'vahr said, his scarred mandibles flaring with interest. Standing over eight feet tall in his ceremonial armor adorned with marks of countless successful hunts, he commanded attention from the other council members. "Finally... our young can once more hunt worthy prey."
High Elder Th'syra, her ornate armor bearing the marks of over three thousand years of hunting, leaned forward on her throne of polished bones. "Yes. The young blood from other realms will make worthy trophies. However..." Her clicking grew more intense. "We must choose our representatives carefully. If those seven are to participate, we must send our best. The mere thought of claiming one of their heads makes my blood sing. "
"This is not merely about the hunt—it is also about proving the superiority of the Yautja ways. I nominate R'kah and his hunting party," another Elder called out. "They have shown exceptional prowess in their recent trials against the beast hives."
The chamber filled with approving clicks and growls as holographic displays showed footage of three young Yautja warriors decimating swarms of Xenomorphs with a combination of advanced technology and brutal hand-to-hand combat. Their movements were fluid, precise, and lethal—everything the Yautja valued in their hunters.
Th'syri raised a clawed hand, silencing the chamber. "While R'kah's party has proven themselves against the hard meat, we need more than just skilled hunters. The other realms..." Her mandibles clicked thoughtfully. "They possess power beyond our comprehension—power of the laws… a power that has always eluded us. We need warriors who can adapt, who understand that sometimes the greatest hunt requires patience and strategy. Our greatest strength lies in our physique and internal power, but we must use this opportunity to help our young evolve further."
Elder K'vahr nodded, his battle-scarred face serious. "What of the Twin Blades? G'thor and K'lex have shown exceptional prowess not just in combat, but in understanding their prey. They've successfully hunted on worlds we thought impossible to breach."
A series of approving clicks echoed through the chamber as holographic displays showed two Yautja warriors moving in perfect synchronization. Their hunting footage revealed not just brutal efficiency, but an almost artistic precision in their kills.
"The twins would be worthy representatives," Th'syri agreed. "But we should also consider Dal'serahi. Her unconventional methods have yielded impressive results."
The displays shifted to show a female Yautja utilizing previously unseen hunting techniques. Where most hunters relied on brute force and traditional weapons, Dal'serahi had developed her own style, incorporating elements from various prey species into her approach.
"Three hunters then," K'vahr concluded. "The twins for their proven might, and Dal'serahi for her adaptability. They will train for these fifty years, honing their skills in different scenarios and testing themselves against one another. If they survive, they will represent us at the tournament—and together, they will show these other realms the true meaning of the hunt."
Th'syri rose from her throne, her voice carrying authority. "Let it be done. We will prepare them for what's to come. This tournament..." Her mandibles spread in what could only be described as a predatory smile. "It will be our greatest hunt yet."
In the Mechanus Zenith Higher Realm, within the crystalline spires of the capital world Aethelumia, the Technocratic Council gathered in the Nexus Chamber. Enhanced beings—both organic and synthetic—linked their minds to the central matrix, analyzing streams of data after the tournament announcement.
"A fascinating development," First Architect Orionis stated. "The tournament's revival presents an opportunity for inter-realm interaction and exchange. Data from the previous tournament enhanced our understanding of existence's fundamental laws and inspired significant advances in our civilization. I propose we participate — this could greatly accelerate our understanding further."
"While true, it also presents significant risks," countered Logic Director Theron, his eyes flickering as he processed countless scenarios. "Our preliminary analysis indicates a 54.9% probability of encountering forces that could disrupt our technological supremacy. Last tournament we lost three teams out of the five teams we sent to participate."
"While inter-realm competition carries significant risks, I agree with Orionis," Research Overseer Aria stated, her avatar pulsing with data streams. "Our past collaborations have yielded tremendous results. Our partnerships with the Alacrity and Blood realms revolutionized warp technology throughout all realms, and that knowledge exchange proved crucial to developing our latest entanglement drive breakthrough."
Her avatar brightened. "The announcement's implications are clear to us all. All seven Young Heavenly Emperors will participate, confirming Prince Orach's survival." She projected battle logs and recordings. "His scarlet mecha during the Android War demonstrated unprecedented spatial law manipulation capabilities. Though the mecha was lost in the final battle, his subsequent research papers revealed groundbreaking theories that likely formed the foundation of its remarkable performance. This tournament offers more than a chance to showcase our progress—it's an opportunity to revive that technological exchange. Through dialogue with him and other participants, we could advance our capabilities by decades." She swept her gaze across her peers and declared, "I firmly support participating."
The council members shared data and analyses at the speed of thought. After processing—accomplishing in milliseconds what would take hours of normal deliberation—they reached consensus.
Prime Helios's voice resonated with authority. "A consensus has been reached. We will field one elite team, equipped with our most advanced systems—next-generation biomechanical enhancements, battle systems, and our prototype battleship. Each warrior will pilot a custom mecha featuring neural-linked interfaces and combat-optimized tracking systems. Through them, we'll demonstrate that that technology is the ultimate path to power."
In the Gildhaven Higher Realm, the Merchant Council gathered in their grand hall, where precious metals and artifacts from countless realms adorned the walls.
"Ha ha ha! Wonderful! Truly wonderful!" High Merchant Zara'vex's rich laughter filled the chamber. "The tournament's return means reopening the ancient trade routes!" The ruthless merchant queen had built the largest commercial empire in the Gildhaven Higher Realm through cunning, ruthlessness, and business acumen, not her legendary beauty. Her true devotions were simple: her husband, her family, and her vast commercial network.
Council Member Krix'thor adjusted his glasses. "The investment will be substantial, but the returns—" he paused meaningfully, "—will be massive."
"Indeed," Council Member Yen'lar leaned forward, eyes calculating. "Our last tournament negotiations opened three new realms. Those profits would have transformed our merchant fleet—before the Wars intervened. Now we can finally seize that opportunity."
Clap
"Then it's settled." Zara'vex smiled predatorily as she clapped. "Fifty years to find and forge our realm's champions. Make the reward so tempting they can't refuse." Her eyes glinted. "After all, the Vellorians have a reputation to protect."
Alacrity Higher Realm - Planet Aurumar
While the tournament announcement sparked excitement throughout the higher realms, for some it struck like a death knell to their ambitions. In the grand mansion of Senator Augus, the sudden crash of shattering plates echoed through the dining hall as the senator, his face ashen, stumbled back from the table upon hearing the announcement and understanding its implications.
"Husband!" His first wife Elanan's voice was thick with concern, her expression growing solemn at her husband's uncharacteristic loss of composure.
Augus gathered himself, scanning the worried faces of his wives and children before forcing a calm demeanor. "It's nothing, dear," he said softly, meeting Elanan's eyes. "The Young Emperors' announcement simply... caught me off guard."
Though Elanan sensed something amiss, she held her peace. Their eldest son Karick, however, burst with enthusiasm. "Father, this is perfect! Finally, a chance to demonstrate my power on a grand stage—"
"Absolutely not!" Augus and Elanan's unified shout cut through his words.
Karick straightened, his confidence wavering but not breaking. "But why? As your heir, shouldn't I prove myself worthy?"
Elanan spoke before Augus could respond. "You and Esdari have nothing to prove to anyone."
"Exactly," Augus's second wife Katra added firmly. "You're both Early King rank experts already. Focus on growing stronger through our guidance."
"But mother," Esdari, Katra's son, interjected with an arrogant smirk, "shouldn't we show the younger generation our talents? Perhaps even become the 8th and 9th Young Heavenly Emperors?"
His words revealed the pampered upbringing that had inflated both brothers' egos. Their power had always been praised endlessly by sycophantic subordinates until they believed themselves invincible.
"ENOUGH!" Augus's voice thundered through the hall, commanding instant silence. His eyes, usually warm with paternal affection, now blazed with an intensity that made both sons shrink back. "Neither of you will participate in this tournament. That is final. If you're so eager to display your strength, confine your activities to our lower realms. Am I understood?"
"Yes, father," said Karick with a nod.
"Understood, father," said Esdari, bowing his head.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to attend to some urgent business." Augus gestured to his blinking wrist terminal and left with a practiced smile. As he strode from the dining hall, his expression darkened, his mind churning with the implications of what he'd heard.
'He lives,' Augus thought, his jaw clenching. 'More than that - if these Young Emperors are bold enough to challenge all Higher Realms like this... he must have fully recovered. Why couldn't he have just stayed dead?' His thoughts grew more turbulent with each step.
Reaching his office, he activated the security protocols - sealing the doors and engaging the sound isolation barrier. Only then did he connect with the two senators who had been trying to reach him.
Two holographic figures materialized before his desk: Senators Elrod and Mayah, their faces etched with tension.
"Augus!" Mayah burst out. "Tell me you heard the announcement?"
"Everyone heard it, Mayah. Don't waste our time with obvious questions," Elrod snapped, his irritation plain to see. He turned to Augus, dismissing Mayah with a wave. "What's your assessment? Even though we knew a Tournament of Power announcement was coming after that debate in the Council meeting, I wasn't expecting this. One of the Saiyan princes lives — that changes everything. If it were any other Saiyan, we might have room to maneuver, but with a prince… no… rather with him..." Elrod's voice trailed off.
"We need to completely reconsider our strategy."
"Yes, that caught me off guard as well," Augus nodded gravely. "I wish we had been notified beforehand, but the announcement was at those monsters' discretion. With him alive, our position is precarious. The Chancellor and Saiyan Empire supporters will block every motion we try to pass. And then there's the True God Council—six have revealed themselves, with possibly more waiting in the shadows. They won't permit us to claim any of the former Saiyan Empire territories."
"Hold on," Mayah interrupted, her voice carrying both irritation and arrogance. "His identity may be problematic, but surely we can still proceed with our plans. He's nothing but a relic of the past. Surely the others must see that someone so diminished can't possibly govern such vast, untapped territory."
"…"
"…"
A heavy silence fell as both Elrod and Augus stared at Mayah in disbelief.
"What?" Mayah asked, her confidence wavering under their intense gazes. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Elrod's jaw clenched. "Augus, please explain it to her before I lose my composure entirely."
Augus turned to the now-anxious Mayah, his voice measured. "Listen carefully, Mayah. Think about the tournament announcement. This was more than a mere competition notice—it's an open challenge to all Higher Realms. Those seven monsters are inviting anyone below True God rank to face them in combat. These seven are fiercely protective of their own, and they're proposing a Tournament of Power where death is a real possibility."
He leaned forward, his eyes burning with intensity. "They would never make such a bold move unless that 'relic,' as you call him, had not only survived but returned more powerful than ever. Do you understand now why neither we nor anyone allied with us would dare to voice opposition after this?"
"Then... are we supposed to just give up?" Mayah's voice trembled. "I made promises to my Queen. How can I face her now?"
"Not yet," Augus replied with calculated calm. "We still have options."
"Options?" Elrod's eyes narrowed as he met Augus's gaze. Suddenly, realization dawned on his face. "You can't mean... the Frost Demons?"
Augus nodded grimly. "The Saiyans and Frost Demons share a bloody history, and Frost Demon Lord Hail's recent death is bound to leave them thirsting for vengeance. Once word of the tournament reaches the Frost Nebula..." He let the implications hang in the air. "They won't pass up the chance to hunt the last Saiyan. Even if he's returned to his prime, managing the Saiyan Empire territories while fending off their attacks would be... challenging."
"I see," Mayah said, understanding lighting her features. "He'd have no choice but to seek aid from the High Council of Alacrity. And we'd be there, ready to 'assist' – giving us legitimate access to those territories."
"Precisely." Augus smiled, pleased with Mayah's quick grasp of the situation. But when he noticed Elrod's contemplative silence, his expression sobered. "You seem troubled, old friend. Does the plan not meet with your approval?"
Elrod shook his head slowly. "The strategy is sound, but relying on the Frost Demons... it unsettles me. Their kind brought nothing but chaos to Alacrity in the past." He met Augus's eyes. "Still, I cannot deny the plan has merit."
Augus leaned forward, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "I share your concerns, Elrod. But in times like these, we must be willing to use every tool at our disposal. Even the unsavory ones."
"Agreed," Elrod said with a grimace. "If only he had perished... it would have simplified matters considerably."
"Indeed," Augus exhaled heavily. "The complications his survival brings are... unfortunate."
"We wouldn't need to resort to dealing with those Frost Demons if that monster had just stayed dead," Mayah spat, her composure cracking slightly. "This is all his fault!"
"Speaking of which," Augus turned to Mayah, his expression serious. "You'll need to deliver our message to the Frost Demon King."
Mayah's face twisted in disgust. "Must I? That creature... the way he looks at me, like I'm some sort of prey. It's revolting."
"I understand your discomfort," Augus said diplomatically. "But we must use every advantage. The Frost Demons were never known to show interest in other races - perhaps we can use this unexpected attraction to our benefit. Play to his ego, Mayah. Fan the flames of his hatred toward our Saiyan problem."
The three conspirators finalized the remaining details of their plan before ending their conference. While Augus retired to his wives' chambers to decompress, Mayah made contact with the Frost Demon Nebula.
The subsequent meeting dragged on for nearly an hour, with the Frost Demon King clearly savoring Mayah's beautiful form and calculated flattery. When she finally revealed the survival of Saiyan Prince Orach, the effect was immediate. The King's expression cycled through shock, disbelief, and finally settled into cold fury. He swore a blood oath to hunt down this last Saiyan and exact vengeance for his brother's death.
After the transmission ended, Frost Demon King Sleet rose from his throne and strode through the echoing corridors of his palace toward his youngest son's training chambers. When he tapped the console to access the chamber doors, they slid open, and he felt an intense pressure wash over him. Inside, Prince Rime floated cross-legged in deep meditation within a gravity field three hundred times standard intensity.
"Son, we need to talk," Sleet called from the chamber entrance, knowing better than to step into the enhanced gravity field.
Rime's eyes slowly opened, crimson irises focusing on his father's serious expression. Suppressing his annoyance at the interruption, he gracefully descended and deactivated the gravity controls. "This had better be important, Father."
Sleet quickly relayed Mayah's information about the tournament and the surviving Saiyan prince.
"A prince from the God branch of Sadala survived..." Rime's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "Finally, a worthy challenge presents itself."
"Don't underestimate this opponent, my son," Sleet warned. "Though your achievements in the lower realms have elevated your talents, and you've risen to Early Emperor rank in a remarkably short time, this Saiyan has crossed blades with True Gods themselves. And now that he's recovered..."
"'Young Heavenly Emperors,'" Rime interrupted, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "Fifty years, you say? More than enough time. When I'm done training, I'll slaughter not just that Saiyan trash, but any who dare stand with him. That title belongs to me alone." His smile widened. "No... I'll claim something even greater - I shall be known as the Heavenly Demon Emperor Rime. How does that sound, Father?"
A chill ran down Sleet's spine as he observed his son's sinister expression. Ever since Rime's return from that mysterious lower realm, a strange dark aura had surrounded him. His youngest had grown not just in power, but in cunning and danger. Even Sleet's own ascension to the throne had been orchestrated through Rime's shadowy machinations - though the details remained unclear, Sleet had played along, seeing their goals align.
Now, faced with that vicious grin, he could only nod. "Such a title would indeed suit you well, my son. Whatever resources you require for your training - be it access to the lower realms or anything else - they're yours."
"Thank you, Father," Rime replied with a practiced smile. As soon as the chamber doors sealed behind Sleet, his expression turned cold. "System."
A translucent blue interface materialized before his eyes.
Heavenly Demon System
At your command, Host.
"Tell me something. What would another sacrifice yield for my cultivation speed?" Rime asked, his voice ice-cold.
Affirmative. Further sacrifices will enhance your talent and speed up your progress.
"Calculate the souls needed to reach Half Step True God within fifty years."
At your current Early Emperor rank: 100,000 Higher Realm souls required per minor realm advancement. Alternative option: 1,000,000 Lower Realm souls. Note: Soul quality affects efficiency—greater suffering produces higher quality souls. The higher the quality, the fewer souls required.
"Higher Realm sacrifices would draw too much attention," Rime mused. "Time to revisit the outer rim lower realms. Their suffering will fuel my ascension."
Confirmed. A prudent strategy, Host.
"By the way System, how many training tasks do I have remaining?" Rime suddenly inquired, his tone serious.
Current daily tasks remaining: 1
Energy manipulation refinement: 100%
Physique tempering: 100%
Combat simulation in extreme gravity: 50% completed
A cold smile played across Rime's lips. "Perfect. I'll complete this and then begin our preparations for the expedition."
As Rime activated the gravity chamber and assumed his meditative stance, the ruling bodies of the Higher Realms took action. They dispatched representatives or used magical means to spread word of the Tournament throughout their respective Lower Realms — ensuring all potential participating realms would have time to prepare their strongest warriors.
Lower Realm - House of Gula's Current Home - Earth
A few days had passed since Orach, Diana, and Rachel's return. Life had settled into a comfortable rhythm - Rachel back at university, while Diana embraced a more balanced life, focusing on her museum work alongside Barbara. With Donna doing an excellent job as Wonder Woman, Diana found herself enjoying this peaceful period with her family.
One afternoon, Diana and Barbara took a break from their demanding new boss at the museum, settling into their favorite spot at the Hamilton restaurant. Over drinks and lunch, their conversation flowed naturally from work complaints to personal updates.
"You won't believe what Alfred's been up to," Barbara said, trying to suppress a laugh. "He's practically transformed Bruce's old nursery, and the meals he's been preparing..." She shook her head, amused. "Let's just say they're meant to encourage certain... activities."
"He's not being subtle about wanting grandchildren, is he?" Diana smiled.
"Not at all! Bruce and I have resorted to increasing our date nights and have even planned on doing extra patrols just to escape his schemes," Barbara chuckled. "But enough about us. How are things with Orach and Rachel?"
Diana's expression shifted subtly, catching Barbara's attention. "Di? What's wrong? You've seemed somewhat distracted all day."
"It's probably nothing," Diana began, then sighed at Barbara's skeptical look.
"Two nights ago, Orach had what seemed like a vision. He woke up calling out for someone named Grandma Sarinita."
"Sounds like a nightmare? But, him?" Barbara leaned forward, intrigued. "I didn't think beings like him could have nightmares. Who's Sarinita?"
"An Elder of Alacrity from the Higher Realms," Diana explained. "She was like family to him in his younger days. Through our bond, I could feel his turmoil. When I found him later on the balcony, staring at the stars, he explained that she seemed to be calling him back to the Higher Realms."
"What did he say about it?" Barbara asked gently.
"He assured me he wouldn't leave unless absolutely necessary," Diana's smile was tinged with worry. "And that Sarinita in that vision wasn't in danger, just concerned about him."
"After two years, it's natural they'd worry," Barbara observed. "But Di, you know he chose you and Rachel over everything else. He literally fought through the Void Realm with only the will to return to you both."
"I know," Diana took a sip of her drink. "Part of me wants to be selfless — to tell him it's okay to go back, knowing there are people who care for him there. But after nearly losing him..." She trailed off, her voice softening. "I can't bear the thought of separation. Rachel feels the same way. And who knows how long it would take Rachel and me to break through the limitations of our lower realm to find him again."
"Di, listen to me," Barbara reached across the table, squeezing her friend's hand. "What you're feeling is completely natural. You belong by his side as much as he belongs by yours."
Diana nodded, taking another sip of her drink. "You're right. I trust him and whatever he decides. It's just... lately he's been unusually busy, and through our bond, I can sense some lingering unease in him."
"That Soul Corridor thing sounds incredible," Barbara remarked, trying to lighten the mood. "Being able to sense your partner's emotions like that? Pretty amazing."
Diana managed a small chuckle. "I should ask Mother Empress if she knows about—"
Suddenly, both women tensed as the sky began to darken unnaturally. A circular anomaly formed overhead, emanating an overwhelming aura. They exchanged quick glances before leaving payment on the table and hurrying outside, Diana already activating her Justice League communicator.
"J'onn, what are we looking at?" Diana asked, disguising her comm link with her phone as she and Barbara moved toward the phenomenon.
"Unknown, Wonder Woman. We're detecting massive tachyon emissions, but the other readings are beyond our comprehension," Martian Manhunter reported.
"Please tell me this isn't another one of Barry's temporal accidents," Diana said grimly.
"Hey! I resent that!" Flash protested over the channel. "This definitely isn't me!"
"Can you blame us for asking?" Hal Jordan chimed in from the Hall of Justice. "You nearly collapsed our reality twice. And need I remind you—YOU'RE ON ORACH'S RADAR."
"Alright, fine... I guess I deserve that," Flash admitted. "But for the record—definitely not me this time."
"Focus," Superman's voice cut through the banter. "I've arrived at the anomaly. J'onn, can you help me analyze-"
Before he could finish, brilliant light erupted from the epicenter. A sphere of pure energy descended from the heavens, its overwhelming pressure forcing every living being on Earth to their knees. Similar phenomena manifested simultaneously across all life-bearing worlds throughout the universes of the Lower Realm. Then came the Young Heavenly Emperors' declaration of the Tournament of Power, echoing throughout existence.
Finally, a powerful, resonant voice—an Alacrity representative speaking for the High Council—proclaimed, "By decree of the Young Heavenly Emperors, the Tournament of Power is hereby announced! Rejoice, for your lower realm has been chosen to participate in this grand event. You have ten years by your time - fifty years in the Higher Realms - to prepare your champions. Choose wisely, for only the mightiest shall survive."
As the light faded and the voice dissipated, an uneasy silence fell over the Justice League members.
"Tournament of Power?" muttered Superman.
"Wonder Woman," J'onn spoke through the comms, "Orach holds the title of Young Heavenly Emperor, doesn't he?"
"Yes," Diana replied, her expression hardening. "I'll reach out to him."
"Wait," J'onn advised. "Given the magnitude of this announcement, we should convene immediately to discuss this."
"Agreed," came the unanimous response.
Diana and Barbara quickly sent out-of-office notifications before heading to the Hall of Justice. As the core members assembled for the emergency conference, some joining via video call, a spatial ripple materialized in the center of the room. Through it stepped Bruce and Orach, the latter's grave expression immediately commanding everyone's attention.
"Orach," Superman began carefully, "what exactly are we dealing with?"
Orach turned to Bruce. "Get the Titans on the line. They need to hear this too." Bruce nodded, and within moments, the Teen Titans joined via video conference from Jump City. Rachel, especially, had been anxiously awaiting contact, having already sent multiple messages to Orach through her terminal.
"The announcement was quite clear," Orach stated, turning to Superman, his tone measured.
Superman's jaw tightened. "We need more than that. These Emperors are your sworn siblings, correct? You told us our realm was uncharted territory. So why are the Higher Realms suddenly including us in their tournament?"
Orach fixed Superman with an intense stare that made several League members shift uneasily in their seats. "Let me remind you that the Higher Realms don't require your permission to act. Yes, this realm is remote and previously uncharted. But my ascension created ripples - powerful ones. Someone probably detected my presence and informed the Alacrity High Council. They sent their representative to all nearby lower realms since they couldn't pinpoint my exact location. Consider yourselves fortunate - had they known precisely where I was, you'd be facing an entire fleet coming to retrieve me, not just an announcement."
A heavy silence fell over the room as everyone grasped the weight of his words.
"I suspected as much," Superman said grimly.
Orach's expression grew solemn. "The Tournament of Power is no ordinary event. Only three have ever been held, each determining the rankings among realms. After the Great Android War devastated all realms, many chose isolation to recover from their losses, particularly those not closely allied with Alacrity."
He paused, sensing Diana's concern through their bond. Meeting her gaze, he offered a reassuring smile before continuing, "Now, it seems peace has been restored enough for my sworn siblings to issue this challenge to all experts below the True God rank. Every realm must select its champions."
"A ranking system?" Cyborg interjected. "Kind sound like the Olympics?"
After Mother Empress briefly explained the concept of the Olympics to him, Orach's lips curved into a sardonic smile. "Sure… if the Olympics involved lethal combat, space warfare scenarios, survival trials in beast-infested worlds, and battle royale where almost anything goes except dishonorable tactics. Then yes, exactly like the Olympics."
The sarcasm wasn't lost on anyone, and their expressions darkened as the implications sank in.
"It's a survival game," Cheetah murmured.
"That's... brutal," Flash added.
"The Higher Realms are ruthless," J'onn observed grimly.
"This is madness!" Black Canary exclaimed. "They expect us to fight to the death for their entertainment?"
"I can accept their jurisdiction and reasonable rules," Green Arrow added, "but this? This is barbaric!"
"Agreed," Nightwing's voice carried through the video feed. "This crosses a line."
Superman turned to Orach, his expression stern. "How can Alacrity condone this? Aren't you supposed to be protectors of life?"
"If that's how you feel, you're free not to participate," Orach replied coldly, though Diana and Rachel noticed his displeasure. Through their bond, Diana sensed his disappointment mixed with an odd relief.
Taking a deep breath, Diana locked eyes with Orach. "Could you explain why the Tournament of Power is considered such a grand event in the Higher Realms?"
The room fell silent, everyone knowing that if anyone could get a straight answer from Orach, it would be Diana or Rachel. Orach's expression softened slightly as he spoke,
"A warrior is forged in fire. Training can only take you so far - true growth comes from real combat. The warriors of Higher Realms face threats beyond your comprehension, not just from external dangers but from other realms as well. Each Higher Realm comprises different races, cultures, and systems of governance. Conflicts are inevitable. After several devastating clashes, the rulers realized they needed a better way. Thus, the Tournament of Power was born."
Orach's eyes took on a distant look as he continued, "It became more than just a competition. It became the crucible where legends are forged, where the younger generation proves their worth while their realms cheer them on. Yes, blood is shed, but through these trials, warriors achieve greatness and gain invaluable experience. Most importantly, a realm's performance on this grand stage demonstrates strength and serves as deterrence. It determines each realm's standing and influences diplomatic relations, fostering dialogue and collaboration—ultimately driving progress."
As Orach's explanation ended, the heroes silently processed its implications.
"Have Lower Realms participated before?" Bruce asked, his voice measured.
Orach's expression darkened. "Only once, during the second Tournament of Power. The death toll among Lower Realm participants was too high — which is why we excluded them from the third tournament."
"Then why include us now?" Superman pressed.
Orach massaged his temples, a rare display of frustration. "I have a strong suspicion about the reason."
"It's because of Wonder Woman and me, isn't it?" Rachel's soft voice carried a note of understanding.
Orach sighed deeply, meeting Rachel's eyes through the video feed. "Yes. Your aunts and uncles are behind this—particularly your aunts. This has their fingerprints all over it." His jaw tightened, imagining his big sisters' grinning faces as he continued, "Since they can't descend in their true forms without finding a way like Adirosas did, they've devised this plan to bring you both to them. While they do want to evaluate the strength of the Lower Realms, their true focus is probably Diana—the one who 'seduced' their little brother—and..." His expression softened. "And you, Rachel. They want to bring you home to the Higher Realms, where they can finally dote on their new niece as much as they want to."
Under her hood, Rachel's face flushed with embarrassment, while Diana's expression hardened with fierce determination and anger at being called a seductress. Nearby, Cheetah and Supergirl turned away, struggling to contain their laughter.
A heavy silence filled the room as the heroes processed this revelation. While none dared voice it, the same thought crossed their minds, how had their realm been dragged into what essentially amounted to an interdimensional family drama?
"Let me get this straight," Superman's stern voice cut through the silence.
"You're telling me our realm is being forced into a potentially lethal tournament because your family wants to meet Wonder Woman and Raven?"
"As I said," Orach replied evenly, meeting Superman's gaze, "participation isn't mandatory. When the decade passes, I can ascend alone to defend my title and have words with my siblings. I'll return afterward." Internally, he found himself hoping the others would follow Superman's skepticism and decline to participate.
"I will participate." Diana's voice rang with unwavering resolve. Orach closed his eyes briefly, a mixture of pride and concern washing over him. 'Of course she wouldn't back down. What else did I expect? Big sister Amara and Big sister Ayami, you'll answer for this...'
"Diana," he said softly, opening his eyes to meet her determined gaze, "you have nothing to prove."
"Yes, I do," Diana countered, her voice steady and determined. "They think I'm just a seductress who ensnared their brother, right? Very well. You have ten years to train me, Orach. I may not match their level, but I swear I'll make them remember my name."
As she spoke, her God Ki surged, her hair flowing and lifting as it transformed from deep blackberry to cardinal pink, crackling with ethereal pink lightning. Her God Ki resonated with her resolve, filling the room with its powerful presence.
Orach opened his mouth to argue but thought better of it. Looking at his future wife - this warrior princess who faced every challenge head-on - he could only smile fondly. "As you wish, my love."
Diana's aure settled as she acknowledged his support with a satisfied nod, her lips curving into a determined smile—ready to meet the Higher Realms' challenge head-on.
"Question, Orach," Cyborg leaned forward. "If the entire Lower Realm is involved, that means the multiverse is participating. Will all universes send representatives, or do we need to select specific versions of heroes to represent us?"
"Good question," Orach replied thoughtfully. "While the challenge encompasses the entire Lower Realm, we can't have multiple versions of the same person competing. Each participant must be the strongest version of themselves in this Lower Realm. I'll need to coordinate with an acquaintance to either organize a preliminary tournament across the multiverse or establish one myself. As the supervisor of this Lower Realm, I must ensure our participants are properly organized and prepared. Those who choose to participate will receive my personal training to face other Lower Realm contestants."
"I see," Cyborg nodded, processing the information.
Orach surveyed the assembled heroes. "So far, only Diana has expressed interest in participating. Is that correct?"
The heroes exchanged uncertain glances, each weighing their options silently.
"Dad," Rachel's determined voice cut through the video feed, "I want to participate too."
Orach released a weary sigh - he'd done that quite often today. Somehow, he'd anticipated his daughter would step forward. Meeting her gaze through the screen with a wry smile, he asked, "Are you sure?"
"Yes," Rachel's voice was firm. "Like Mom, I want them to see beyond just their niece. I want them to recognize me as your legacy - the Princess of the House of Gula, the Daughter of Orach."
Orach lowered his head, his shoulders beginning to shake. A soft chuckle escaped him, growing into full-throated laughter as he threw his head back. Pride and excitement radiated from him. 'Perfect. This is exactly how a Saiyan Princess should be.'
Diana, sensing his emotions through their bond, gave both her daughter and future husband an affectionate smile that carried pride, warmth, love, and just a touch of exasperation.
Once his laughter subsided, Orach addressed Rachel with newfound seriousness. "Very well. You'll train alongside your mother after coming back from your university and your patrols, especially during weekends. These next ten years won't be easy - I'll push you both to your absolute limits."
Rachel met her father's gaze and took a deep breath. "Bring it on, Dad!"
"If Rachel's participating, count me in too," Supergirl declared, stepping forward.
Before Orach could respond, Superman intervened. "Wait, Supergirl. Wonder Woman and Raven have personal stakes in this. You don't need to put yourself at risk. From what we've heard, there's no clear benefit for the Lower Realms."
"Superman raises a valid point," Flash added. "Do the Lower Realms gain anything from participating?"
"Indeed they do," Orach replied. "The participating worlds receive the Higher Realms' blessing. While we maintain our policy of non-interference in natural development, the worlds of participating champions will receive enrichment that allows both the planet and its inhabitants to heal and evolve. Imagine the benefits I've provided this world through my God transformations, multiplied a hundredfold."
"What?" Flash and Cyborg exclaimed simultaneously.
The revelation struck deep - everyone present knew how significantly their world had improved from exposure to Orach's God Ki. The implications of such magnified benefits were staggering.
"Then we must participate," Superman declared, his earlier skepticism replaced with determination.
"Agreed," Bruce's voice was firm. "The potential to advance our world's development makes the risk worthwhile, especially for future generations."
Diana smiled at their change of heart, while Cheetah flushed slightly and shot Bruce a pointed glare. Many others voiced their agreement, though some still remained hesitant.
"Very well," Orach nodded. "For those who choose to participate, I'll prepare individualized training regimens based on your fighting styles. As for the former Green Lanterns," he turned to Hal Jordan, John Stewart, and Laira Omoto, "I've completed my analysis of the fear entity. Your new, improved conduits will be ready soon. You three will pioneer the reformed Yellow Lantern Corps."
John's jaw tightened, but he nodded silently. Hal and Laira exchanged glances before Hal spoke, "Thank you, Orach. We're grateful for this second chance to protect our universe."
Orach acknowledged their response, tactfully ignoring John's tension. He turned to the Kryptonians, "Clark, Kara - if you're committed to participating, you must stay close to either Diana and Rachel or myself during the Tournament. This decade-long preparation period might also present an opportunity to locate any remaining Kryptonians throughout the Lower Realm and address the Tuffle gene infection in your species. We should resolve this before ascending to prevent any complications regarding your race's connection to the Tuffles."
"Understood," Supergirl agreed readily, while Superman offered a silent nod.
Bruce turned to the gathered heroes. "We need to establish a clear training schedule. Not everyone can commit the same amount of time."
"Agreed," Superman nodded. "Some of us have civilian lives and responsibilities that can't be ignored for a decade."
Orach's expression turned neutral as he gave Superman a measured look. "I never said you had to abandon your civilian and hero responsibilities. Each of you will receive personalized training regimens to follow on your own time. However," he continued, his tone growing serious, "the Tournament includes specialized challenges like space warfare and wilderness survival that require coordinated teamwork. You'll need training in both group tactics and equipment operation - from basic fighters to advanced mechas for those who show aptitude."
Orach turned to Martian Manhunter. "J'onn, I'll need your help testing and strengthening everyone's mental fortitude. Certain sections of the tournament, especially the first one, rely heavily on mental strength—it determines how far participants can push beyond their natural talents. Besides that the psychological challenges in these tournaments can be incredibly intense."
"Of course," J'onn nodded solemnly. "My telepathic abilities could help prepare their minds. Though I'll need your guidance on what specific challenges to expect."
"We'll discuss the details tomorrow. In fact, it would be better if your niece helps as well," Orach confirmed. "For now, understand that while you can do individual training independently, all team exercises must be supervised by either myself or my AIs. Coordinate among yourselves to create a schedule, just let me know when it's finalized."
Diana just then spoke thoughtfully. "Orach, this training shouldn't be limited to tournament participants—it would benefit everyone. We'll be better equipped to handle threats from our universe and the multiverse with your training. I could arrange with my mother to use Themyscira or one of the neighboring islands as our training ground. Both the League and the Titans should participate in these sessions."
Orach considered arguing that the training should focus solely on tournament participants, but one look at Diana's determined expression made him reconsider. His other half had a point - better prepared allies meant stronger support for those who would compete.
"Very well," he conceded with a slight smile. Turning to Bruce, he gave a subtle nod. Bruce understood the gesture and both men prepared to depart for Gotham, but not before ensuring Diana and Barbara were safely transported back to the museum. As they left, the remaining League members and Titans continued their discussion, focusing on how to integrate this new training regime with their ongoing operations.
LexCorp - Secret Lead-Lined Underground Laboratory — Midnight
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A small spark ignited before the circular structure, growing into crackling lightning that twisted space itself. Wind whipped through the lab as the energy coalesced into a swirling portal. Through it stepped a figure in a tattered overcoat, who swiftly made his way to the control console and initiated the shutdown sequence.
As the portal collapsed behind him, the figure released a measured breath and began accessing the Lex Corp network, his fingers dancing across the console interface.
"Finally, I am back," he murmured, studying the data streams before him. In his excitement, he gripped the console's edge, accidentally crushing the metal beneath his fingers. "Fascinating. I'll need better control over these new abilities. But first, I need to understand what prevented me from returning through the primary facility."
Just then, his enhanced senses detected footsteps approaching the lab. The door slid open, revealing Mercy with her gun raised and stance ready as she surveyed the lab. The lab's security systems had detected the portal's energy signature, alerting her in Lex's former office where she'd been working late, as usual. Since his disappearance, she had maintained LexCorp's operations flawlessly, keeping his absence hidden while never losing faith in his eventual return.
Before she could fully register the intruder's presence, the figure moved with superhuman speed. In one fluid motion, he disarmed her and pulled her close, one arm around her waist. Their eyes met for a brief moment before his lips claimed hers. Her initial resistance melted as recognition dawned - despite his refined features, she knew those eyes.
When they finally separated, their foreheads touched as they caught their breath. Mercy's hands rested on his chest, feeling his strong, taut muscles beneath.
"Welcome home, Lex," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
"I've missed you, Mercy," he replied softly, his usual arrogance softened by genuine affection.
Surprised by his uncharacteristic sincerity, she paused before gently tracing his face with her fingers. "You've changed."
"Yet you knew me instantly," he remarked with his characteristic smirk.
"I'll always know you." Her eyes widened as she noticed their feet weren't touching the ground. "Though this is certainly new."
They descended gently as Lex chuckled. "There's much to discuss. But first - what happened to our primary facility? Why was I forced to use the backup portal?"
"A lot has changed since you left," Mercy began, her expression growing serious. "Shortly after your departure, Darkseid invaded..."
Lex listened intently as she detailed the events that had transpired. "I see. Our primary base's exposure complicates matters."
"Now it's your turn," Mercy pressed. "These powers - how did you acquire them?"
Lex's lips curved into a predatory smile as he spoke. "While my associates were distracted with their own schemes across the multiverse, I saw a greater opportunity. Our acquired technology allowed me to develop an improved power suit and portable dimensional transport device. In my explorations, I found a universe where the Man of Steel was dying, undone by his own hubris. He had created a serum meant to grant his girlfriend Kryptonian abilities. While he was defending Metropolis against some enhanced individuals, I seized the opportunity to infiltrate his fortress. Not only did I acquire the serum, but I discovered something far more interesting — his most closely guarded secret, his civilian identity."
"Superman's identity..." Mercy's eyes lit up with excitement. "We can finally bring him down."
"True... but it won't be that simple," replied Lex. "With that monster Orach back, we need to be cautious. This knowledge will serve us better when used strategically. For now, we maintain our low profile. Since the world believes I'm staying quiet, we'll use that perception to our advantage. While the League pursues other organizations, we can silently integrate their scattered forces into our fold and build a new network."
Mercy nodded thoughtfully. "I'll reach out to the cell leaders. How should we approach them?"
"Present them with a choice." Lex's smile was coldly amused. "Those intelligent enough to recognize that our offer is their only viable option will prove worthy of survival."
"And the Tournament of Power?" Mercy pressed.
Lex's lips curved into a calculating smile. "A perfect opportunity. If these self-righteous heroes participate, they may eliminate themselves for us. Sometimes the best strategy is letting your enemies destroy each other. And with them preoccupied with Tournament preparations, it will only help us quietly consolidate our power."
Mercy nodded, then traced her fingers across his enhanced physique, feeling the sculpted muscles beneath. "How are you adjusting to your... enhanced body and new abilities?"
"The serum exceeded my expectations," Lex admitted thoughtfully, his hands tracing deliberately along her curves before settling at her waist. "Though it requires further study since its effects are temporary. But, once I perfect the formula..." His hands traveled lower before settling on her backside, his fingers pressing possessively into her hips as he drew her closer. "You'll be the first to receive the enhanced version." He leaned in, his lips finding her earlobe and gently nibbling, making her bite her lip to stifle a soft sensual moan.
"Share it... with me?" Mercy whispered, her eyes widening at the implications as his lips traced down her neck, making her breaths unsteady. His mouth soon found the sensitive spot on her neck, where he kissed and sucked hard, leaving a passionate mark that drew another moan from her. When he pulled back to meet her heated gaze, his voice turned serious. "My journey through the multiverse revealed something fascinating. It revealed to me that you were my constant. In every reality, some version of you stood beside a version of me."
Processing his words, she caught his wandering hands, her expression turning serious despite their intimate moment. "Lex, while that's... intriguing, understand something—I'm not those other versions. I am me, your Mercy."
A genuine smile crossed his face as he pressed their foreheads together. "Precisely. You're unique—the only one who truly understands my vision and ambitions. You're not merely my woman, but my closest confidante and equal partner."
"Good," she breathed, releasing his hands to let him continue taking liberties with her body and enjoy the moment. As she melted back into his touch, her breath quickening, she added, "As long as we're clear on that."
After a moment's consideration, he continued, "I've never been good at trust, Mercy. But seeing these other realities... it's given me perspective. It's made me realize what I have here. When I take my rightful place as ruler of this world, I want you beside me. Not as a subordinate, but as my queen."
Initially stunned by his words and confession, Mercy in the next moment, met his gaze and asked pointedly, watching his reaction, "And what about Lois Lane?"
His expression turned cold. "Miss Lane was merely a trophy I wanted to take from Superman—nothing more. My obsession was about defeating him, never about her." When Mercy's eyes widened at his frank admission, he felt irritated and delivered a sharp slap to her backside, making her gasp and glare at him. "Don't give me that look. Like I said, my journey through the multiverse has given me clarity about what—and who—truly matters." His features softened as he met her gaze. "You're the one I choose, Mercy. The only one I trust. So tell me—what's your answer?"
As Mercy looked into his gaze, the possessive fire in his eyes sent a shiver through her, stirring a mix of primal fear and intense desire within her. His transformation had made him dangerous, yet here he was, choosing to be vulnerable with her. She drew a steadying breath and matched his fierce gaze with equal resolve. When she spoke, her voice carried both warning and promise: "Don't disappoint me, Lex."
"Hahaha! I will do my best," Lex replied with a grin. In his excitement, his eyes began to glow crimson, causing Mercy to tense up in alarm.
"Lex! Control yourself!" She gripped his shoulders firmly, her voice sharp with concern.
He closed his eyes, taking several measured breaths as he fought to contain the surge of power. "Sorry about that," he said softly. "My emotions and senses are heightened beyond what I anticipated. Just being near you..." He trailed off, his control visibly returning. "I need more time to fully master these powers. But once I do, I will rival any of the heroes of this universe."
He leaned in once more, his lips finding hers, making Mercy catch her breath. As their intimate moment intensified, she reached for his shirt, tugging it free before sliding her hands beneath the fabric to explore the contours of his newly enhanced physique. His lips parted from hers, trailing down to plant kisses along her neck. Her desire rose with each touch, making her lean into his embrace as she ripped his shirt away and pressed her lips against his chest.
Yet even as passion consumed her, reason reasserted itself. "Lex," she managed between kisses, "we need to focus on getting your powers under control. You can't risk losing composure like that, especially not in front of the board." Her words faltered as Lex tore open her shirt, buttons scattering, exposing her collarbone and chest. His heated kisses traced a path down her exposed skin, making rational thought increasingly difficult. Biting her lip to maintain control, she continued, "The board has grown—" she gasped as his lips found sensitive skin, "—restless during your..." Her words dissolved into a moan as he removed her bra with practiced ease, taking her hardening nipple into his mouth. Her fingers gripped his bald head, holding him close as he alternated between gentle licks, ardent sucking, and teasing bites, each touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. Fighting against the overwhelming sensations, she summoned her remaining willpower. With visible effort, she pulled his head back, ignoring his look of irritation as she forced herself to focus. "Lex," she said, her voice trembling but steady, "there's something else you need to know. During your absence, we've had significant funds disappearing from the company."
"How much?" Lex's voice turned cold, his teeth clenched.
"It started small, but the total has reached a hundred million," Mercy reported, watching his reaction carefully.
The change was instant. Lex's body stiffened, his expression turning sour as he wrestled with his fury. His hands fell away from her, curling into tight fists at his sides. Mercy watched as he visibly struggled to maintain his composure.
Finally, when his expression settled into dangerous calm, he spoke. "I've learned new techniques to strengthen our firewalls. But if that monster still manages to bypass them..." He paused, contemplating. "We'll need to accelerate our innovation pipeline, create new revenue streams to offset the losses. And you are right, it's time to reassure the shareholders." A cold smile played across his lips. "Schedule a conference for tomorrow afternoon. I'll announce my return from an 'extended research sabbatical.' I have several prototypes in mind that should keep those shortsighted fools satisfied."
"That works. It aligns with the cover story I gave them," Mercy nodded. "I told them you were locked in your lab, working on a breakthrough that couldn't be interrupted. But Lex," she added carefully, "the Justice League—specifically their Titans—have been watching us. They're not as subtle as they think. Though our security systems have limited them to basic monitoring for now, your public reappearance will undoubtedly draw more of their attention."
"Let them watch," Lex dismissed with a sneer. "Our legitimate operations provide the perfect facade. Your special projects will continue through secure channels, and with some modifications to the dimensional transport device, I can prepare it for local jumps. You can then use it to move between locations undetected." His expression grew thoughtful. "First, I need you to retrieve the specimens Waller and I hid away a while back. They'll be invaluable for my serum research, and in turn, the serum should help perfect their flaws."
He leaned closer, meeting her gaze and spoke with confidence. "If we move carefully like this, they won't suspect a thing. With my newfound knowledge and our rivals scattered across the multiverse and the primary base compromised, the path ahead is clear. We'll work from the shadows—watching, planning, waiting. When the moment comes, we'll make our move." A subtle smile crossed his features. "And as long as we stay quiet, that monster in the sky shouldn't notice us either."
Mercy smiled, recognizing the familiar ambition in his eyes, now backed by newfound power. "It's good to have you back, Lex. Really back."
"Trust me, Mercy," Lex replied firmly, tilting her chin up with gentle fingers. "I'm better than ever. And this... this is just the beginning." He sealed his promise with a tender kiss.
They shared a moment in each other's embrace before reluctantly turning their attention to work, preparing for tomorrow's meeting. Though passion burned between them, they spent the night working side by side, knowing they would have more than enough time to indulge their desires in the days to come.