Z-City Sky — Upper Atmosphere
Twenty days had passed.
Damian hovered in the sky with no Nimbus beneath him—just air, light, and willpower.
Since Day 16 of his Kryptonite exposure regimen, he had needed no support to remain aloft. His mastery over his own gravitational field, combined with the adaptations his body had undergone, allowed him to levitate effortlessly, suspended in the golden cradle of Earth's atmosphere. The Nimbus had been gifted to Saitama and King days ago.
Today, Damian lay perfectly still, arms crossed over his chest, eyes closed. The suspended Kryptonite crystal hovered six inches above him, held in place with Ruler's Authority. It pulsed with a sickly green glow, radiating its lethal energy.
But Damian no longer flinched.
To him, it was little more than static now.
"Alpha," he said, voice calm and clear.
[Status: Kryptonite Exposure Trial #47 | Duration: 24 Hours]
[Solar Absorption Efficiency: 98%] [System Integration Report:]
Durability: +98%
Strength: +98%
Biofield Output: +98%
Super Senses: +98%
Speed: +98%
Cellular Regeneration: +98%
Solar Conversion Rate: +98%
[Remaining Time to 100%: 4 Hours]
He smirked, gritting his teeth as small pulses of pain echoed through his cells—not torment, just tension. The radiation still worked against him, but his body had adapted to meet it.
He closed his eyes, thinking back.
Flashback: Day 2 — Recharged
After completing his second exposure trial, Damian descended from the sky. The pain had been intense, but the results undeniable. Standing outside Tatsumaki's new house, he took a breath, straightened his shirt, and knocked.
The inside smelled like cherry blossoms… and something more primal.
"Took you long enough," Tatsumaki teased, floating toward him in an oversized t-shirt.
"We made dinner," Fubuki added from behind her, brushing her hair. "And dessert… if you're hungry."
They shared a quiet, romantic evening. Food. Comfort. Affection.
Peace.
Flashback: Day 3 — The Explanation
"You're WHAT?!" Saitama blinked, halfway through a rice ball.
"Voluntarily exposing myself to Kryptonite every day for 16 hours," Damian repeated.
Genos's eyes glowed with admiration. "Incredible dedication."
King just sipped his tea, watching Damian closely.
"I plan to break the weakness permanently," Damian explained. "Day by day. And by the final week, 24-hour exposures."
Saitama scratched his head. "Well, just don't die, alright? Sounds dumb, but impressive."
Flashback: Day 4 to 16 — Observations
Each day after his trial, Damian would take time to monitor others.
Bang, the aging martial artist, had retreated to the mountains. For hours, Damian watched him train beneath waterfalls and break boulders with his bare hands.
Atomic Samurai honed his blade under moonlight, slicing grains of sand in half with precision.
Flashy Flash pushed his speed to new extremes, almost vanishing from Damian's sight.
Even Puri-Puri Prisoner had gotten stronger, saving civilians and expanding his brute strength.
The Association's director? Strategizing endlessly.
"Everyone's preparing," Damian had whispered to himself. "Good. This time, we won't be caught off guard."
Flashback: Day 16 — The Shift
That was the day he no longer needed the Nimbus.
He had floated for sixteen hours straight, arms folded, Kryptonite above him.
His body began levitating naturally.
That night, he returned to Saitama's apartment and handed the golden cloud to King.
"You've earned it," Damian said.
King blinked. "What... what do I even do with it?"
"Just call for it," Damian said. "It'll answer you or Saitama."
King scratched his head, then gleefully hugged the golden cloud like a new pet. "Fly buddy...!"
Saitama, watching, narrowed his eyes. "Nimbus, stay still."
The cloud froze.
Damian chuckled. "Still got it, Master."
Flashback: Day 18 — The Listening
His super senses had reached new peaks.
While floating above the clouds, Damian heard it—
Voices from beyond Earth.
Alien.
Hungry.
An army of monsters aboard the approaching vessel. Boros's voice among them.
Planning. Organizing. Awaiting Earthfall.
Damian had focused his hearing, tracking their words, scanning their technology through heat patterns, energy emissions, and molecular vibration.
"Soon it begins," he whispered.
Present: Day 20
Now, in the present, Damian drifted in silence.
Four days remained.
But for the last four days, he had already been living in isolation—each trial lasting 24 hours. No breaks. No food. Only sunlight, radiation, and willpower.
"Alpha," he said.
[Current Trial Time: 20 hours. Remaining: 4.]
His breath slowed. Heartbeat remained stable. Pain was distant.
His mind? Clear.
He smiled.
"Every day... stronger than the last."
He turned his eyes toward the sun, flaring above like a divine forge.
"Once I conquer Kryptonite... and Boros... we're visiting a Blue Sun next."
His eyes once a deep sapphire-blue, shimmered with new color.
Emerald Ghost Green.
Adapted.
They flashed hot red. Twin beams of energy fired upward. With surgical precision, Damian carved a glowing green miniature sun from the Kryptonite crystal.
He stored it in his system inventory.
"One day, I'll wear you as a trophy," he whispered. "And any Kryptonian who dares challenge me will never even get close."
He turned his focus inward.
"Alpha, begin projections for Kryptonite integration into suit."
[Metal-Krystal-Alloy compound initiated. Nanobot recovery +20%. Solar absorption +20%.]
Damian smirked. This would be the final evolution of his armor.
Only four hours remained until 100% absorption under exposure.
And only a few days more until full immunity.
"I hope I can reach faster-than-light," he whispered.
A prayer. A promise.
He had confirmed it—Boros would arrive one day early.
The defense team had been formed. All S-Class heroes. And his friends, Tatsumaki. Fubuki. Genos. King. And Saitama.
"This time, we're ready."
His smirk faded into something solemn.
"I hope I can truly overcome Kryptonite before Boros reaches Earth. I won't let anyone die or get hurt... not this time."
His voice fell into silence.
"Not Genos. Not King. Not Fubuki... not Tatsumaki."
Then... the voices of the innocent echoed in his mind.
"Especially the people of this world. The powerless... they don't deserve to die."
A tear slipped from his glowing green eyes.
"I don't know why I was brought here. Or why I was given this system. But if I've inherited Superman's gifts... then I will also uphold that ideal. Not just to be powerful... but to be righteous."
His fists clenched.
"This mission will test me. My limits. My soul. I will rise above them all. And prove that I am not just a God by name..."
He raised his head.
"But by action."
As the solar light intensified, and the Kryptonite's green aura swirled around him like fire, Damian smiled.
He would not wait for Boros to breach the atmosphere.
No.
He would meet him in space.
And unleash the fury of a Starborn God.
But even gods must take inventory of their strength.
Suspended in the upper atmosphere, surrounded by wind and radiation, Damian let his thoughts drift—not with doubt, but with precision. He needed clarity before the storm.
Before beginning his Kryptonite exposure regimen, Damian had trained intensely with Saitama. The spars, though brief, had pushed him beyond what even his system had anticipated. During those early sessions, he had reached 19% the speed of light—barely fast enough to graze Saitama, but fast enough to open the door to true FTL speed.
Now, with his stats increased by 98% across the board—and only hours away from reaching 100%—his baseline potential had eclipsed anything he'd known before. If his speed scaled linearly, he now floated on the edge of 120% the speed of light. No longer hypothetical. No longer simulated. Real.
Truly faster than light.
And that was just speed.
His strength, durability, super senses, and solar conversion rate—every metric of Kryptonian physiology enhanced under Kryptonite duress—had multiplied in tandem. But what intrigued him most was something more cerebral:
Ruler's Authority.
A telekinetic ability granted by the system—his primary external power.
It, too, had evolved.
Once a tool of precision and control, it now felt deeper… broader. Not just force manipulation, but will expression. Damian could command matter down to atomic lattice structure, suspend tectonic force, even influence the pathways of sound and light in small radii.
Was this the next stage of telekinesis? Or something new altogether?
He pondered aloud:
"Maybe it's not just evolving in power... but in scope. Telepathy next?"
He thought of other universes. Mutant realms. Jean Grey.
An omega-level telepath, capable of rending minds with mere thought.
"She had both… telekinesis and telepathy."
He narrowed his eyes.
"And Xavier… if someone like him attacked me mentally, would I be able to resist?"
He didn't like the answer that followed. Silence.
But then a grin slowly carved across his face.
"No. Not yet," he admitted. "But I'm not done evolving either."
His superbrain—already calculating millions of possibilities per second—had also grown in resilience. He suspected that even now, it would take the focus of a cosmic-level mind to crack his defenses.
"My will is stronger than it's ever been. My mind is fortified by constant pain and exposure... If any human tries to invade this fortress, they'll break themselves on it."
Confident but aware, Damian finally ceased his musing.
With a thought, his system panel opened before him, casting a glowing interface across the clouds.
[Bonus Mission Quest: Defeat Lord Boros of the Dark Matter Thieves]Reward: Lottery Tickets x3
Damian's ghostly emerald eyes flickered with focused energy, the glow reflected in the holographic panel before him.
"Four more days…" he muttered. "And then those tickets are mine."
He stared at the words etched in system light. His mind churned with anticipation—not just for the fight, but for what would come after. The system had been quiet, its mission log unchanged. But Damian knew that completing all available missions in this world could unlock new system pathways, just as it did when he survived Krypton.
New destinies.
"Will it give me answers? A new path? Or… a new enemy?"
He didn't know.
But he was ready.
With another breath, he closed the panel, the interface dissipating into light.
The Kryptonite crystal still hovered above him. Four more hours, and its power would be irrelevant. A conquered symbol. A mastered fear.
His body ached, not from weakness—but from transcendence.
In four days, he would rise.
And not just to face Boros.
But to claim what came next.
A second chance had been given to him—one that many would waste on selfish pursuits, indulgence, or conquest. But Damian had lived powerless once. He had been human. Helpless. Afraid.
That pain had shaped him more than Kryptonite ever could.
Now, with Superman's powers—and more—he bore a responsibility greater than any title. He could become the strongest. But strength without purpose was just chaos.
No. Damian Blood would become something else.
Not just a god in might…
…but a guardian in spirit.
A protector.
A symbol.
"I will rise beyond weakness. Beyond selfishness. I will become the god that brings fear to the wicked, and hope to the powerless."
He wiped the single tear from his cheek, eyes blazing once more.
"This mission… will be my new beginning! And when I come out the other side—"
His voice deepened, etched with unwavering resolve.
"—the multiverse will know who I am."
Cut to:
Outer Orbit — Flagship of the Dark Matter Thieves
The void of space rippled around the monstrous silhouette of Boros's warship — a leviathan of cosmic terror drifting ever closer to Earth. Measuring nearly nine kilometers from prow to aft, its jagged architecture resembled the ribcage of some ancient interstellar beast, forged from obsidian metal and veined with pulsing violet energy. Sharp antennae jutted from its sides, each doubling as both a weapon and a receiver for signals stretching across the cosmos.
Inside the central command chamber — a vast, echoing, cathedral-like throne room lined with arcane carvings and bio-organic armor plating — Lord Boros sat in twisted splendor. His throne, forged from the skulls of extinct warlords, rested atop a pedestal of dark alloy that pulsed with the rhythm of his own heartbeat.
Glowing energy conduits crackled behind him. Dim blue torches burned in gravity-defying braziers. The chamber throbbed with power and heat — a living engine, humming with deathly intent.
Boros himself — clad in his signature organic battle armor, a mesh of sinew-like musculature and cybernetic plates — was the embodiment of malevolence and might. His lone, cyclopean eye glowed with violent cosmic energy as he studied the massive display before him. His aura radiated pressure, enough to make even his elite soldiers hesitate to stand too close.
A long, fang-lined grin stretched across his face.
"Heh…" he chuckled darkly, his voice low and thunderous, echoing like a distant explosion.
Before him hovered a 3D holographic projection of Earth.
Data flickered across the planet's surface. Dozens of minor energy signatures — familiar and predictable.
But then — a wave.
A single surge that had erupted twenty days prior.
For over four consecutive hours, the ship's sensors had recorded escalating, overlapping energy signatures unlike anything Boros had encountered on any planetary world. Not even the warlords of Rigel, nor the psychic titans of Zarron Prime, had triggered readings this massive.
He narrowed his eye.
"That power... it didn't come from a weapon or a reactor," he murmured. "It came from a living being."
He stood, the armored plates on his shoulders unfolding as raw energy swirled around him.
"Someone… strong."
His crew remained silent, stationed at their consoles like statues. None dared speak unless addressed. The only sounds were the low hum of power cores and the slow, thunderous heartbeat of the ship itself.
"No civilization has survived contact with me," Boros declared as he began pacing down the steps of his throne. "Their champions fall. Their cities burn. Their hope dies."
He stopped before the projection of Earth. His grin widened, twisted with anticipation.
"But this one… this world… it excites me."
He raised a clawed hand toward the shimmering globe.
"I've been feeding on cosmic radiation daily. Strengthening every cell. Accelerating my regeneration since that spike in energy. I've stored so much power within my core, my speed and strength now grow exponentially."
The eye on his face glowed even brighter, casting ominous shadows across the deck.
"There is no limit to what I will become. And this being — whoever triggered that surge — had better be strong. Because I'm ready to fight."
His gaze burned with desire. Not for conquest — but for challenge.
"Let this world tremble. Let its defenders prepare. I will break them all… unless—"
He paused, savoring the tension.
"—someone there is truly worthy."
He returned to his throne, its armrests pulsing in sync with his own heartbeat.
His grin sharpened into something monstrous.
"Please… let there be a real fight."
For centuries, Lord Boros had wandered the stars. He had annihilated civilizations. Crushed every enemy. Ended wars before they began.
But now...
A battle worth remembering loomed ahead.
What he didn't know — what even his ancient but advanced ship's sensors couldn't predict — was that Earth had already birthed its first true god.
And Damian Blood, the Sky God, was waiting...
To be continued...
A/N: Thank you for reading, everyone! Leave a comment if you're enjoying. System updates, power increases, and lottery tickets are coming soon. But first, some awesome action-packed chapters. Get ready, because our MC is going full-send. Any guesses on the next worlds and lottery tickets? Anyway cheers!