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BOOM! — Swish swish swish!!
In front of Dylan , flames exploded in every direction. The air shimmered with heat and debris as Kafka and Silver Wolf went full Star Core Hunter mode — skill effects glittering like fireworks, combat stances fluid like dancers with PTSD.
The whole containment module looked like a battlefield mixed with a rave.
Dylan ?
He was lounging on the floor like it was a damn cinema.
One leg crossed over the other.
A bucket of popcorn in his lap.
Chilling.
"Damn, what a show," he muttered, eyes sparkling. "Not bad for a couple of waifus."
He chewed thoughtfully. "Wait, why are there so many soldiers? I don't remember the game going this hard at the start."
He blinked.
"...Is it my fault?"
Then he remembered: that stellar core Kafka shoved into him like she was jamming a USB the wrong way. Maybe that's what drew all these enemies in.
"Shit," he muttered. "I am the plot device."
Still, watching two pretty women fight for him wasn't so bad. Especially watching their curves moving…..hmmm…. really good
Time flowed like a cracked faucet.
The two girls fought for seven hours straight.
Dylan , the king of rot, finally stood and politely offered them a snack out of guilt
"Thirsty? Popcorn? Chocolate bar? Want a wet wipe?"
"SHUT UP!" Silver Wolf growled, fingers blazing across her floating control screen, summoning laser turrets that shredded rows of empty soldiers.
Then she paused, stared at his snack pile.
…Wait. Where did you get all that food?"
Dylan casually unwrapped a bar of chocolate. "Oh, your inventory. You left it open. My bad."
Silver Wolf's face darkened. "That's MY stash!"
"I just woke up! You expect me to stay hungry while you cosplay fireworks over there?"
"Why don't you help!?" Silver Wolf snapped. "We're literally fighting FOR YOU!"
Dylan tilted his head. "Me? Fight?"
Kafka looked over, voice still lazy even mid-combo: "There's an iron rod next to you. Pick it up and whack something."
Dylan glanced at the bar.
Steel. Heavy. Slightly bent.
Ugly.
He wrinkled his nose. "That doesn't match my aesthetic."
A beat passed.
Then—
ZAAAP—!!
A beam of light seared past, melting the ground exactly two inches from his hip. Threatening touching his family jewels
Not he was scared he is sure even with 10% sups he probably could tank this low intensity laser with his groan
But...….for the ladies sake he didn't choose because his size would give them nightmares….or…sweet dreams?
Just as he was shaking his head from this thoughts
Silver Wolf growled, eyes twitching: "You absolute idiot. What are you, a space prince?"
Dylan scooted back like a roach spotted by a broom. "Haha—no, I mean, it's not that I won't help. I just… don't want to mess up your DPS rotation!"
Silver Wolf: "You're unbelievable."
Kafka gave him a blank stare. "He's still rotting."
Dylan made a note in his mental grudge book: Silver Wolf: 1 beam to the crotch. Revenge pending.
Still, even as he sat there, the Degenerate System ticked on.
> [Rot Bonus: +3.4x] [Superman Integration: 89% of 10% Complete]
—And then it clicked.
Something shifted
Feeling his cells organs even eye sight and body real time improves leap and bounds, even started growing from his usual 1.7m to 1.95m
Dylan 's eyes sharpened.
He exhaled slowly, stood up casually.
The entire metal floor cracked under his feet, even with 10% this is too much he felt like a cargo ship trying to walk on ice
Kafka flinched.
Silver Wolf turned her head sharply. "What—"
But by the time they blinked, he was gone.
Dylan moved at mach 6000 effortlessly
Teleport like movement
He blitzed through three entire enemy waves. Didn't even punch — he shoulder-checked one pawn and the thing evaporated into glitter.
Only sign he existed is dark ash on the surface
Another soldier raised a weapon.
Dylan picked up a steel pole mid-sprint.
It bent in his grip.
He casually tapped the enemy with it.
> BOOM—!!
A big shockwaves thanos snapped the soldier and everything 20m near him sent flying breaking sound barrier
Floor dented.
Enemies deleted.
He reappeared beside Kafka and Silver Wolf, holding a slightly smoking rod.
"See? Helped."
Both girls stared at him.
Kafka blinked slowly. …You were hiding this the whole time?"
"I didn't wanna outshine you," Dylan said seriously. "It's rude."
Silver Wolf coughed. "You just… disintegrated half the battlefield with a stick."
Dylan shrugged. "Superman juice."
> [10% DCEU Superman Stats: Activated.] [Strength: +100% —20 million tons force Speed: +Mach 6000~10k Simp Magnetism: +∞]
Then suddenly—he froze.
He looked dead serious. Like he'd just received a divine revelation.
"...Where's the restroom?" he asked, voice echoing with godly pressure. "And who brought toilet paper?"
Kafka choked on air.
Silver Wolf covered her face.
The battlefield paused as if the enemy AI couldn't compute that dialogue line.
The legend of the Superman-powered rotting simp… had just begun
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