IM/DC Chapter 224

Maxima lay on my arm, her body pressing into mine as much as she physically could. Her left arm was slipped under my neck while her right lay on my stomach. If one were to look it would appear that the woman clung to me in a bear hug and after she went unconscious she let go of her vice grip and became more comfortable. Her legs were wrapped around my right leg with her heat pressed against my side.

She was beautiful to the extreme and I was surprised at how much I liked her already. It might have been one of the races she slept with, a race that made their sexual partners like them more but I wasn’t sure. I didn’t get any pings from my powers that she was using some type of magic or pheromones to make me fall for her. No, she did it through sheer unwavering passion for mating with me.

It was very attractive for a woman to want you with her everything. I was half tempted to roll on top of her but she was so peacefully sleeping. I just took my time to stare at her as I brushed her hair out of her face. I think her race was potentially looking to become as powerful as the greater races. The only reason they were still stuck to this solar system instead of expanding outwards was jealousy.

The race was mostly peaceful even though it was so strong. The biggest problem it had was it was a newer race and other older alien races saw the writing on the wall. They knew that if things kept going at the rate they were going the Almeracians would become the most powerful alien race in this sector. They were keeping them small so they didn’t grow too quickly and some of the bigger forces were even attempting to destroy their home planet and turn them into a space-faring slave race.

Well… I wasn’t going to let the shittier, older alien races keep beating down my new favorite alien race. I had the Hestia attachment which was weaker than her real body do a quick scan of the internet equivalent of the Almeracian race. They were one of the most straightforward people I ever met. You know exactly what they wanted from you the moment you met them. The universe needed that level of candidness.

Scanning the biggest threats to them, one stood out. Another warmonger race of pig-like people were the main antagonists in their fight for galactic sovereignty. Boronians didn’t appear to be the pig people that were part of the Green Lantern core but more of a warfaring race focused solely on expansion through destruction and enslaving other races.

They had already turned three other alien races into their slaves and used them for almost every purpose: as cannon fodder, to make technological breakthroughs, and to keep them ahead of the galactic blowback from their expansionist tendencies. Now… How far did I take this? I could do a small amount, just threatening them after showing my strength should be enough to buy planet Almerac some time to grow into their own.

Did I only go out of my way to destroy their warships when I came across them… Or did I teleport to their home planet and fucking blow it up? I really REALLY wanted to go all out. I don’t remember the last time I went all out. Was it against Trigon? No, even then I was thinking intelligently and only the final blow where I ripped him in half was based on my physical strength.

I had never let loose physically since I had grown so powerful. I teleported to the planet and could feel the significant change in gravity as I did so. The planet's gravity was fifteen or twenty times Earth’s. I looked at the gigantic huts on the planet. The Borons were gigantic twenty-foot-tall creatures, and their ships needed to be custom-made for themselves.

They’d have been stuck on this planet, but the peaceful technological race that landed was quickly overtaken as they could no longer escape the planet's gravity well. Over a thousand years, the race grew subservient to them, making the spaceships that would take the Borons off their planet. I don’t think I could destroy the planet in a single punch like my original idea.

A tier nine spell targeting the planet's core would do the trick for blowing up the planet but I had a cooler idea in mind. I pulled out one of the modified lightsabers I made to kill Trigon. The beam wasn’t as strong as a concentrated lightsaber but for the drawback of cutting power, I got a beam close to the size of a mountain. Cutting into the planet I dug myself towards the core.

The soil was thicker than Earth’s soil, the rock denser than Earth's rock as I dug my way to the planet's demise. Reaching the mantle and seeing that the Earth had become as heavy and dense as iron I got a better idea. I shouldn’t destroy the planet, I should kill all the creatures on it and possibly sell the living rights, if not harvest the resources of the planet.

A galactic trading empire wasn’t something I really wanted to worry about but soon enough Earthlings would reach out to the stars. If the rest of the galactic empires knew about us already it would make the transition easier. I gripped the planet by its mantle before stopping its rotation. In an instant, the close to thousand-mile-an-hour rotation was stopped flinging everything off or increasing the gravity fourfold from twenty times Earth's gravity to Eighty times for a brief moment.

A scan for life forms showed that the only survivors were freak accidents. Less than .0001% of the population survived making the planet barren in an instant. I had just eradicated hundreds of millions, if not billions of lives in an instant and felt almost nothing. I felt bad for the slaves on the planet but I wasn’t going to go out of my way to make sure they lived through the spur-of-the-moment decision I made.

If they’d just died instead of giving this war-hungry race the ability to reach the stars then they would have never been able to leave their planet. The smaller race practically threw themselves at the pig demons feet to not die, the small portion of spaceships coming to the planet only a fraction of their people. They gave their slavers the key to their own planet and served them all the way up until their death.

They were now intrinsically tied together. If I wanted to wipe out one, the other would have to follow as they were too entwined together at this point. It would be too much work to save them… And they were also short and ugly. If they were an attractive race it might have swayed my choice but if I came across a Boron ship I wouldn’t lose sleep at the Dreasel casualties.

That also went for the Dendrinite race of bark/dog people and… I might go out of my way for the final race going forward. They were the closest thing to cat girls in this quadrant of the galaxy.