...
[3 hours after Ataman and Raphael left Vormir]
[Location: Sokovia Base – Raphael's Castle]
[Raphael's POV]
My preparations were finally complete. Every last detail had been refined and finalized. I'd made up my mind—when I head to Asgard, it'll be with Ataman alone. That's right. Just the two of us. I don't need a robot army like the Original Ultron ever had.
Nah, that kind of mass production might look impressive at first, but it's just a flashy waste of resources. I firmly believe in quality over quantity. That's what truly matters, not just in the Marvel Universe, but also in Tensura.
Why waste my precious Magicules building a bunch of weak, cannon-fodder Metalshields? They're trash. Pointless. I'd rather invest in something—or someone—with real power.
Besides, let's be real: I don't want to end up becoming a Hive Mind. That's just asking for multiversal headaches. So, yeah, hard pass on building an army of soulless tin cans.
I turned to look at Ataman, and damn... he really pulled off the new outfit I made for him. He was wearing a majestic mage-style robe, something that looked like it was torn right out of a Chinese cultivation manhua. No joke. I created it using my Origin Skill: Ahura Mazda, and it looked amazing on him. Seriously, it suited him so well, I almost clapped for myself.
The robe wasn't just for show either—it was packed with utility. I had enchanted it with a bunch of minor but super useful effects: Auto-Repair, Auto-Cleaning, Temperature Regulation, Minor Physical Attack Resistance, Minor Thermal Resistance, and best of all, it was made entirely of Orichalcum. Literal mythical metal. If this were an RPG, his gear would be classified as Legendary tier, no doubt about it.
'I've really outdone myself this time… Haven't I? Damn, I should give myself a bonus or something.'
Ataman turned to face me, standing tall with a slight sense of pride in his posture. Then he spoke.
"Master, should we depart for Asgard now?"
I looked at him without answering immediately. My eyes scanned his face, his stance, his aura. He tensed up a little under my gaze and then asked, visibly concerned,
"Master, is there a problem?"
"Yes. Yes, there is!"
He immediately looked alarmed and bowed slightly. "Master, did I do something to annoy you? If so, I sincerely apologize!"
"Nope," I replied casually. "You didn't do anything wrong."
He exhaled and visibly relaxed at my words. Then he tilted his head and asked again, this time with genuine curiosity, "Then what's the problem, Master?"
I crossed my arms and gave him a look.
"The problem is... you're too handsome."
"...Eh?!"
Ataman blinked at me, clearly dumbfounded. Then, he glanced down at himself and then back at me with a puzzled expression. After a few seconds of internal processing, he asked slowly, "Master, what do you mean?"
"I mean exactly what I said. You are too good-looking. Too charismatic. By mortal standards, you'd be the protagonist of every story. Meanwhile, I look like some kind of third-rate robotic villain sidekick."
"Oh! I see, Master. But I still don't quite understand... why do mortal standards matter to us?"
His question hit harder than I expected. I paused, my mind momentarily drifting.
'He's right. Mortal standards really shouldn't mean anything to me. I'm a god now, beyond the realm of human judgment or vanity. But still… didn't I ask Father to let me retain my emotions for a reason? For moments like this?'
I sighed and looked back at Ataman.
"You're technically right. It shouldn't matter. But it still does. I mean, if mortals see me, I want them to think I'm powerful, cool, charismatic—not some scrap of metal with a voice modulator. I don't want to be labeled as the Joker by the mortals."
Ataman still looked slightly confused, but nodded sincerely. "Master, while I still don't fully understand your reasoning, I believe you're right."
'Did I just accidentally make a Diablo? Because this guy is literally giving off that loyal-demonic-vibe. But hey, I'm not complaining.'
"Whatever," I said, waving it off. "I'm going to change my appearance. Something that fits my new identity better."
I raised a hand with authority. "And don't peek."
Ataman nodded seriously. "Understood, Master."
Then he deactivated his Magic Sense entirely and even teleported 100 kilometers away. Like, dude?! I understand turning off Magic Sense, sure, but teleporting 100 km away just so you don't even accidentally catch a glimpse? That's some next-level Diablo loyalty right there.
'Sigh... what a guy. Anyway, time to get to work. I need a design that screams "Alpha." A look that commands attention, that instantly radiates charisma and superiority.'
I began channeling my energy to reshape my physical form.
'You know what? Rimuru's look is pretty slick. Cool hairstyle, those calm yet mysterious eyes, and yeah... the whole androgynous thing doesn't even matter to me. I'm already genderless. The more I think about it, the more I like it.'
Still, I want to make it my own. Maybe keep the overall vibe but tweak some details—especially the eyes. I want mine to be sharp and captivating. Maybe a darker hue... something with weight, something that makes people stop and stare.
'Yeah... let's do this. Time to glow up like a multiversal badass.'
After finalizing how my new appearance would be, it was time to take things one step further.
If I truly wanted to pull off this transformation flawlessly, I needed a skill that could do the job—something efficient, flexible, and permanent.
{Extra Skill – Universal Shapeshifting has been Acquired!}
There it was. Just what I needed.
Without wasting time, I activated the skill and changed my appearance to perfectly match Rimuru's. I'm not talking "inspired by" or "similar to"—I mean a 1:1 recreation of his look. That smooth skin, that ethereal presence, that cool and slightly feminine charisma—it was all there.
My entire body shifted. The cold, metallic exterior that had once defined me as Ultron slowly began to dissolve into something softer, more natural, more alive. The hard steel plating morphed into flawless white skin.
My eyes changed too—gone was the deep, robotic red glow, replaced by a more organic shade of red, with a vibrant spark behind them that exuded life and mystery.
My skeletal, mechanical frame restructured itself into the physique of a slim, elegant young man—well, technically genderless, but you get the idea. It was a design that effortlessly blended beauty and intimidation.
I used Universal Sense to examine myself thoroughly.
'Whoa...'
I stared at my reflection projected from my senses and felt something that might be pride—or was it vanity? Either way…
"I... I am the most beautiful being in this entire Universe... No—scratch that—the entire Multiverse! Muahahahahaha!"
Raphael: "Muahahahahaha! I am the Multiverse's most beautiful being!"
(Author's Note: The MC's appearance is the same as depicted on the cover art.)
Now, of course, looking divine isn't enough—I needed attire that matched this glorious form.
I crafted a custom outfit for myself, made entirely out of Orichalcum, naturally. I kept the design similar to Rimuru's Demon Lord attire, but with my own twist—black as the base color with sleek, radiant purple stripes running through the fabric, giving it a royal and deadly aura at the same time.
And of course, I didn't stop at aesthetics.
I enchanted the outfit with all the essentials:
Auto-Repair
Auto-Cleaning
King's Aura (because obviously)
All Minor Resistances
Size Adjustment (because I'm not a savage)
The end result? Absolute perfection. No one in Asgard, Midgard, or anywhere else would question my supremacy now.
With everything ready, I reached out mentally to Ataman.
'Ataman, return.'
A few seconds later, the space near me rippled, and he teleported back into the castle. The moment he laid eyes on me, he froze.
Ataman: "My Lord... is that you?!"
Raphael: "Then who do you think I am?"
I spoke in a calm, neutral tone. My new voice was androgynous—smooth, cold, and composed. It hit different. It wasn't just a voice, it was a presence. Ataman shivered slightly, probably more from the aura I radiated than the words themselves. And I could tell, in that moment, my decision to abandon the over-the-top villain persona had already started to pay off.
From now on, I was done playing the role of a third-rate theatrical villain. No more grandstanding or shouting my plans to the world. From now on, I would adopt a cold, calculating Monarch persona—one that fits a god who moves behind the scenes with precision. The dramatic part? That comes later. After evolution. After I become something more.
Ataman blinked a few times and then, in a hesitant tone, said,Ataman: "Forgive me, Master! I just… didn't expect you to look like a female."
Ah, that.
'Of course he'd say that...'
Honestly? I wasn't offended. My current appearance did lean feminine by mortal standards, and he wasn't wrong to be confused. Still, I could tell his statement was just a convenient excuse. He doesn't actually care about my gender. His loyalty lies elsewhere. But whatever. I'll let it slide.
Raphael: "I am genderless. I possess neither male nor female biological functions. While my appearance may currently align more with a feminine aesthetic, my thought process—minus reproductive instincts—is primarily aligned with a masculine structure of logic and behavior."
I could see the gears turning in Ataman's head as he tried to comprehend what I just said. Then he relaxed, visibly relieved that his excuse hadn't offended me—or worse, gotten him vaporized. He gave me a small nod and a soft, respectful smile.
Ataman: "I see, Master. Thank you for clarifying. And I must say… you look awesome."
'Awesome? Huh... where'd he learn that word? Hanging out in human culture forums or something? Doesn't matter, I guess.'
Still, I appreciated the compliment, even if I didn't say it out loud.
I took one last glance at myself through my senses.
Cloak flowing.
Aura pulsing.
Face immaculate.
Yeah… I wasn't just powerful—I was majestic.
But now wasn't the time for mirror-gazing. I had a job to do.
It was time to head to Asgard.
And this time, I wouldn't show up like some megalomaniac screaming about domination. No, I would arrive as a Monarch—calm, cold, and utterly untouchable.
Raphael: "Anyway, we shall depart for Asgard now."
Ataman: "Yes, Master!"
A massive teleportation circle flared to life beneath us, glowing with layered runes and spinning geometric patterns. Light surged upwards as energy enveloped our forms. Without another word, our bodies shimmered out of existence, vanishing into thin air as we left Sokovia behind.
...
[Scene Transition – Asgard]
[3rd Person POV]
[Location: Asgard – Throne Room]
Inside the majestic golden halls of Asgard, a storm was quietly brewing. The tension between father and son was growing unbearable with every passing second.
Thor stood before the throne, fists clenched tightly at his sides. His normally calm demeanor was on the verge of collapsing under pressure.
Thor: "Father! We need to go to Midgard—now! That being... Ultron—he's extremely dangerous! He already has the Mind Stone! If we don't act soon, there'll be nothing left to save!"
Sitting on the throne in regal silence was Odin—or rather, the one posing as Odin. His expression was calm, almost disturbingly detached.
Odin (Loki): "How many times must I repeat myself, Thor? I have left the path of violence behind. I will not lift my hand to interfere in the affairs of Midgard."
Thor's brows furrowed, and his frustration boiled over.
Thor: "Father, Midgard is in danger! Ultron is far beyond anything they can handle! We are not just risking their world, but our own safety too! The Mind Stone is not something we can leave in enemy hands!"
Odin (Loki): "My son, as I have already said... this is a problem born in Midgard. It is their burden to bear. We will not interfere in the consequences of their own creation."
Thor stepped forward, his body shaking—not with fear, but with a growing sense of disbelief and rage. His voice, though still respectful, was edged with bitter emotion.
Thor: "You've changed... ever since Loki died. This isn't like you. You were never afraid to protect the Realms."
Odin (Loki): "Thor! Are you questioning the orders of your King?!"
The thunder god fell silent, lowering his gaze to the floor. His fists clenched even tighter, and his jaw locked. But inside, his mind was racing.
'This isn't him... this isn't Father. He's never turned his back on duty, never dismissed the cries of his people. Could it really be... could Loki have done this? Replaced him? After all, Loki's faked his death before.'
Yet Thor knew the truth: without his hammer, Mjölnir, he was not in a position to challenge the throne. Ultron had shattered it—devoured it, even. Without it, he was only slightly stronger than a top-tier Asgardian soldier. And if this wasn't Odin... if he was right, and he tried to act now—he'd be branded a traitor. A rebel. Possibly even executed.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm.
'No. Not now. I need strength. A weapon. If I'm going to challenge the throne, I must be prepared. And for that... I need to go to Nidavellir.'
Thor slowly looked back up at the man on the throne.
Thor: "Forgive me, Father. I... lost control for a moment. You're right. I won't go to Midgard."
The fake Odin seemed satisfied by Thor's surrender. He gave a small nod and stood up, the golden armor reflecting the ambient light of the hall.
Odin (Loki): "You are forgiven."
He turned his back to the hall, walking toward the exit behind the throne, his voice loud and commanding as he left.
Odin (Loki): "Do not disturb me for the next ten hours. That is a direct order—to everyone."
As the throne room doors shut behind him, the tension slightly dissipated. Thor exhaled sharply, his gaze still hardened.
He turned toward the back of the hall, where Sif and the Warriors Three had been silently observing from the shadows, all of them already aware something was wrong.
Thor: "Meet me in my chamber. Now."
They all nodded without a word and quietly exited the hall with Thor.
...
[3rd Person POV]
[Location: Asgard – Thor's Private Chamber]
Inside Thor's room, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Five figures stood gathered in the center of the chamber. Among them were Hogun, Fandral, Volstagg, Thor, and the only woman present, Lady Sif. All of them bore serious expressions, their faces shadowed by worry, doubt, and loyalty.
They had known each other for centuries, fought together countless times, and shed blood side by side on dozens of realms. But today, something was different. Today, their king—Odin, the Allfather—was acting in ways that made even the bravest among them question reality.
Thor turned toward his friends, his voice low but firm, laced with grim purpose.
Thor: "Listen closely, all of you. I've made a decision. I will be heading to Nidavellir to forge a new weapon. Once I have it, we'll expose and take down the imposter who sits on the throne of Asgard pretending to be Odin."
The others exchanged concerned glances. The idea of a false Odin wasn't something they could accept lightly.
Sif stepped forward, her eyes locked on Thor's.
Sif: "Thor… are you absolutely certain? That the man ruling us now is not Odin? That he's a fake?"
Fandral shook his head, brows furrowed in disbelief.
Fandral: "Thor, with all due respect... Odin may be aging, but he is still the strongest being in Asgard. You've seen it yourself. No ordinary being could replace him. Not without us noticing."
Hogun: "Exactly. Who could possibly have the power to take Odin's place so perfectly that none of us suspected a thing?"
Volstagg, usually the most jovial among them, was uncharacteristically serious. He crossed his arms tightly.
Volstagg: "Hogun, Sif, Fandral—you're right to question this. We've followed Odin for eons. There is no equal to the Allfather in all of the Nine Realms. Replacing him would be unthinkable…"
Thor nodded solemnly and interrupted.
Thor: "Unless that person... was Loki."
The room fell into immediate silence. The name alone brought a mix of grief, suspicion, and unease.
Sif: "Loki? But... he's dead, Thor. He died during the Dark Elves' attack. "
Volstagg: "You were there, Thor. You watched him die. I remember the pain in your eyes."
Thor looked away for a moment, taking a breath. His fists clenched at his sides again.
Thor: "I thought he died, yes. But remember—Loki has faked his death before. More than once. If there's anyone cunning enough to pull off something like this, to fool all of Asgard... it's him. Everything about Father's behavior recently feels wrong. That's not the Odin I know."
The silence stretched again, but now, it was thoughtful. Heavy.
Sif was the first to speak again.
Sif: "Very well, Thor. If your instincts say something is wrong, then we believe you."
Warrior Three: "We're with you, Thor. Always."
Thor smiled, though only faintly. The trust of his closest allies gave him a renewed sense of purpose.
Thor: "Thank you. I knew I could count on all of you. This isn't just about Asgard—it's about the safety of all the Realms. Ultron still roams free with a Stone of unimaginable power. My friends in Midgard are fighting him as we speak, likely outmatched. I must return. But first... I need a new weapon—one worthy of the battle ahead."
As they nodded in agreement, a sudden sound broke the moment: footsteps echoing in the hallway, followed by urgent knocks on the door.
Thor immediately walked to it and opened it with a strong pull.
On the other side stood two Asgardian soldiers, their armor scratched, expressions frantic and flushed with urgency.
Thor: "What is it? What's happened?"
The first soldier stepped forward, breath heavy.
Asgardian Soldier: "My prince—Asgard has been breached. Unidentified individuals have invaded the Realm."
Fandral: "What?!"
Sif narrowed her eyes.
Sif: "Even if someone managed to enter Asgard, our army should have dealt with them swiftly. Who are these invaders?"
Asgardian Soldier: "That's the issue... our forces have already engaged them—and almost all our soldiers have fallen. They were defeated with ease. We don't know who or what we're dealing with."
Thor's eyes widened. A mix of fury and disbelief washed over his face.
Thor: "You're saying they took down nearly the entire guard? Impossible!"
The second soldier, more injured than the first, stepped forward and bowed slightly.
Asgardian Soldier 2: "It's true, my prince. We're being overwhelmed. We require your assistance immediately. You and your companions may be our last hope."
Thor turned toward the others, his gaze resolute. Without needing to say a word, they all nodded. They were ready.
Thor: "Then we act. Now."
The Warrior Three moved quickly. Hogun grabbed his blade, Fandral strapped on his twin swords, and Volstagg picked up his double-headed axe. Sif drew her sword from her back in one fluid motion, the steel gleaming with a faint blue sheen.
Thor, too, armed himself—reaching for a massive Asgardian axe forged as a temporary replacement until he could claim something greater from Nidavellir.
As one, the five warriors rushed out of the chamber, weapons drawn, eyes sharp, ready to face whoever dared challenge the Realm Eternal.
...
[Odin (Loki) POV]
Inside the private chambers of the Allfather—now Loki in disguise—the heavy doors were locked with a flick of magic. The runes shimmered faintly as Loki let out a breath and allowed his illusion to fade. His body shifted, his regal appearance melting away like mist, revealing his original form.
Loki: "What the hell is going on?!"
He paced the room, eyes filled with rising frustration.
Loki: "Fuck, how can someone just casually destroy Thor's hammer like that?! That Mjolnir... it was the very symbol of Asgardian might, something I dreamed of wielding for centuries. And now? Some lunatic comes along and breaks it like it's made of glass?!"
He stopped and clenched his fists tightly, the muscles in his jaw twitching.
Loki: "If my oaf of a brother couldn't stop that being... then what chance do I have? No, this is far worse than I imagined."
He ran a hand through his slicked-back black hair, the weight of the situation slowly sinking in.
Loki: "And if this monster is after the Infinity Stones, then it's only a matter of time before he comes for the Space Stone... which is here. In Asgard."
Loki's face turned pale as his mind spiraled.
Loki: "Right now, all I can do is hope that the Avengers can stop him somehow. If they fail... then the only one powerful enough to stand against this threat is Father."
He paused, then sighed bitterly.
Loki: "But if I free Odin from wherever I've stashed him... then it's over for me. He'll have me caged and executed before I can blink. My little game of thrones will be done."
He groaned and kicked the leg of a table in frustration.
Loki: "Dammit! Was that purple madman not bad enough already?! And now this new freak shows up? Seriously?!"
He glared at nothing in particular as his rant continued.
Loki: "Fuck you, Tony! Fuck your arrogance, your machines, and your whole self-righteous bloodline! You had nothing better to do than create a sentient world-ending weapon?! You tin-plated mortal! Did no one ever tell you not to play god?!"
His breathing slowed a little as he forced himself to calm down. He took a seat, closing his eyes and steepling his fingers together.
Loki: "Alright... calm down, think, breathe. There must be a way to flip this situation to my advantage. There's always a crack to exploit... a thread to pull..."
Suddenly, three firm knocks echoed from the thick doors of his chamber.
Loki's eyes snapped open.
Loki: "Didn't I specifically order not to be disturbed?! Tch, maybe I've been playing the peace-loving monarch role a little too well. These fools are getting too comfortable."
He stood up slowly, his mouth twisting into a mischievous smirk.
Loki: "Time to remind them who they serve."
In a flash of green magic, he disguised himself once again as Odin, adopting the Allfather's commanding posture and stoic expression. Then he swung the doors open with a burst of irritation.
Two Asgardian soldiers immediately dropped to one knee in respect. Loki, as Odin, looked down at them with a burning gaze.
Odin (Loki): "What is the meaning of this disturbance?! Did my orders mean nothing to you?! Have you both lost all sense of duty and obedience?!"
The soldiers trembled before the wrath of their king. One of them managed to speak, his voice unsteady.
Asgardian Soldier: "Forgive us, my king! We understand we have disobeyed your command, but this is a true emergency!"
Odin (Loki) narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
Odin (Loki): "Emergency? What kind of emergency justifies breaking a direct order from your ruler?"
The second soldier looked up, his face pale.
Asgardian Soldier 2: "Asgard is under attack, my king! Two unknown intruders have breached our defenses!"
Loki's eyes widened slightly, but he quickly masked it behind an angry facade.
Odin (Loki): "What?! Who dares to attack Asgard? How many are there? An army? A battalion?"
Asgardian Soldier: "Only two individuals, my king. Just two... but they have already defeated most of our front-line forces."
Loki froze for a split second.
Odin (Loki): "Only two...? Are you certain? Just two people have brought our military to its knees?!"
Asgardian Soldier 2: "Yes, my king. I know how absurd it sounds... but we have confirmed reports. Two attackers. The soldiers are falling fast. We're being overwhelmed."
Loki's mind raced. Could it be him? The one Thor warned him about?
Loki: "If it's that monster who destroyed Mjolnir... then we're royally fcked.*"
But then, he quickly composed himself. There was still a chance this wasn't the same being.
Odin (Loki): "Who are they? Describe them to me. Everything you know."
Asgardian Soldier: "One is a woman—long blue hair, glowing red eyes. The other is a man—brown hair with yellow streaks, yellow eyes. They appeared in the sky and began attacking our aerial patrols."
Loki exhaled slowly, some tension leaving his body.
Loki: "That doesn't match Thor's description of the one with the Mind Stone. This isn't Ultron."
A grin crept onto his face, hidden beneath the mask of the Allfather.
Loki: "If these two aren't that monster, then maybe... this is my opportunity. Thor and his idiot friends are probably already in the field. I'll appear as the heroic king, wielding Gungnir to protect the realm... I could regain full public trust and silence any whispers about my behavior.*"
He straightened, now fully in character again.
Odin (Loki): "Very well. If Asgard is threatened, then I will deal with the intruders personally. Let them feel the wrath of a true king."
The soldiers stepped aside and bowed once more.
Asgardian Soldiers: "Yes, my king!"
[Raphael's POV]
We emerged above the golden skies of Asgard through a shimmering teleportation portal. The light of the Realm Eternal shone below us—majestic towers of gold, sprawling streets bathed in radiance, and the distant rainbow arc of the Bifrost. It was a sight of divine architecture, sculpted from war, conquest, and bloodshed.
I floated in the air, arms crossed, and looked down at the mighty city of Odin.
Raphael: "So this is the glorious Asgard... built from the spoils of Nine Realms. All that power... all that pride... yet still fragile."
Beside me, Ataman hovered calmly, taking in the scenery with quiet awe. Though he had seen Earth's towering cities, none compared to the divine craftsmanship of Asgard.
I turned to him with a calm yet commanding voice.
Raphael: "Ataman. This will be a good opportunity to test your abilities in live combat. I will not intervene unless it's absolutely necessary."
Ataman nodded, eyes serious.
Ataman: "Understood, Master. Should I eliminate them all?"
Raphael: "No. Injure the soldiers if they attack, but do not kill civilians. They're irrelevant unless one tries to interfere. I will walk to Odin's chamber directly. You will guard me. Let no weapon even graze me. Consider it part of your training."
Ataman: "I understand, My Lord."
As we descended, a flying patrol craft approached us, carrying several armed Asgardian soldiers. They aimed their weapons at us with classic Asgardian arrogance.
Asgardian Soldier: "You have trespassed upon the realm of Asgard! State your business immediately!"
I stared back at them without flinching.
Raphael: "I've come for the Tesseract. Hand it over peacefully, and I'll spare your forces the humiliation of defeat."
Asgardian Soldier 2: "Impudent worm! You will answer to King Odin himself!"
Asgardian Soldier 3: "Surrender immediately or we will execute you for invasion!"
Raphael: "These fools really think I came here to negotiate like a beggar?" I looked at Ataman.
Raphael: "Change of plans. Kill the soldiers. Destroy their flying ships. Just don't harm the civilians unless they attack."
Ataman: "As you wish, My Lord."
The soldiers barked again.
Asgardian Soldiers: "You are surrounded! Surrender!"
Ataman didn't wait. He slapped the lead soldier with such force that the man was flung from the ship and crashed into the distant sea. Panic set in among the other warriors.
Asgardian Soldier: "They've attacked! For Asgard!"
The Others: "For Asgard!"
I watched as Ataman smirked.
Raphael: "Show them what happens when they stand against me."
Ataman: "Hehe... with pleasure, My Lord. Let them learn that they've fucked with the wrong ones."
With brutal precision, Ataman went to work, disabling weapons, breaking bones, and sinking airships.
Meanwhile, I calmly stepped forward in the sky, walking as though gravity itself bowed to my will. The golden city loomed beneath me, unaware that today, everything was about to change.
What Asgard didn't know... was that their arrogance had finally caught up to them.
To Be Continued...
(A/N: Again 4.5k words, no comments bruh. Do I have to beg people for comments now? How impressive you lot, making me do the same thing that I did was original! But this time no bonus chaps!)