I'm Here to Halp! A Juggernaut's Tale

[KitsuneObsessedFreak]

I'm Here to Halp! A Juggernaut's Tale 01:
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The beginnings of a new tale.
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Disclaimer:
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There will be a lot of death, destruction, and general calamities as this big goofball does his best to save the worlds he cherishes most, never truly realizing that he might just be making things worse.
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Probably no lewds though. Just some good old fashioned violence and some dark themes that may not be suitable for children.
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Reader discretion is advised.
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It was a long day. He had worked his heart out at his company, doing a bit of construction on a new set of chairs for the office just to help out the boss for a bit, and all the tools fell down the elevator shaft when the old thing broke and got stuck open just as he left it.

He had been told it was his fault for overloading it, but the elevator was old and cranky, and it was a manual one at that. So, he didn't really think he could be blamed for it in the end.

Still, he managed to rush down the stairs to a home-depot about a block away and pick up the tools he needed to make the chairs, rush all the way back up the stairs with the new toolbox, and help build the chairs they needed for the office setup they were making.

All that made for real tired work, so when he went home, he found himself conking out on the bed right away. But his dreams were kinda funny.

You see, normally he always dreamed about things like saving people with super speed or super strength, or using super durability to take a blow meant for the heroes he liked and shrug it off with a smile. This time however, he also dreamed about causing a lot of mayhem and chaos by breaking things as he did so, and he found he didn't mind.

So long as he could help people, he was happy in the end. After all, that was what insurance was for, right?

Still, he should probably respond to the Demon God guy that was standing in front of him at this point. It would be kinda rude to just ignore him.

"You know, I really didn't think I was gonna be meeting a god when I hit the hay after work today," a large man with dark hair and big brown eyes grinned, holding out a hand to the Demon God in front of him.

"I am Cyttorak," the being claimed, a light smile on their face.

"Yeah, uh, nice to meet you and all, but what do you want me to do?" the large man asked, scratching his head with a confused expression.

"I have come to offer you a covenant, Cain Night," the Demon God explained, but he had no idea what that meant. "Become my avatar and offer destruction in my name, and my powers will be yours to fulfil your greatest desires!"

"Uh, what?" Cain asked, not entirely sure what he was being offered in the first place.

The demon god sighed, pinching his nose in frustration. "I will give you the strength you need to do anything you want to do, like going to the worlds in your stories, so long as you smash things for me," he told the muscular man with a nod towards him.

"So… if I wanted to, I could use your powers to be a hero? I could save people in my favorite stories as long as I break things around me too?" Cain asked, his mind filled with the possibilities of how he could do such a thing.

"…Yes, you can be a hero," the Demon God nodded, his form wavering for a moment. "Do you accept my offer?"

"Oh yeah, it's all coming together now," Cain grinned, shaking the Demon God's hand with his own and feeling the power flow through him in response.

"Then go, enjoy your new life as a hero of destruction, and live the life you desire," he grinned. "Just remember, you may never accept a power other than my own that you do not take by force or otherwise truly earn," he smirked.

"Uh, how do I get to the firs—" the Demon God tossed him through time and space, his up becoming left and his down becoming inside out as he flew.

But even as he did so, Cyttorak's true form flashed in his mind, and he kinda looked like an alien squid from that one game, uh, Helldivers 2, but red instead of purple, and absolutely massive.

"Seems like a nice enough guy though," Cain nodded to himself as he flew through the void. "Maybe this will be kinda fun."

After a moment he smiled, "I even get to help people. That's pretty great!"

Eventually, he broke through the barrier between worlds and smacked into something on his way down. He wasn't ashamed to admit he panicked upon seeing himself in mid air, face to face with a giant ugly angel thing of some sort. He immediately called on the warmth of Cyttorak's power within himself by instinct, and was covered in a massive suit of power armor — only to be flung around the battlefield like a wrecking ball.

Some of the heroes panicked as building after building was smashed by his armored body, leaving him confused and disoriented for the entire thing. By the time she had stopped throwing him around and left, they had surrounded the area in a massive barrier and started building a dome so that no one could get out.

He was a bit tired though, so he didn't think anyone would really mind if he just took a nap where he lay. Or something. He'd figure it out when he didn't feel like he was going to throw up in his new armor.

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After a quick nap, he woke up to the sounds of someone trying to pull his armor off of him for some reason. He simply brushed the very desperate man off, before he decided that it was a good time to figure out exactly where and when he was.

"Hey uh," he looked at the man that was hanging off his armored arm and trying to bite it for some reason. "You know where we are?" he asked, not really expecting much from a man that had clearly gone rabid.

"Ga grea ha da gru!" the raggedy man replied, screaming incoherently as he tried anything to get into the armor.

"That's not gonna work buddy," Cain sighed, walking with him and pulling him off of his armor gently.

Well, he tried to be gentle, but the man managed to twist himself in half as he was pulled away.

Cain sat there for a good minute, shocked and unable to process for a while before moving on aimlessly, looking for any indication of what world this was. He was pretty sure it was Worm so far, based on the fact that he had been tossed around by a massive ugly angel-thing with unevenly placed wings, but he didn't want to make any calls on that quite yet in case he was wrong.

Well, that was until he was smacked upside the head with a sign of sorts. One that said Canberra right on it.

And then came face to face with a whole bunch of those strange rabid zombie-like people running around killing others with wide eyes and feral snarls. This was not his day.

"Oh god, this is just," Cain looked at the corpse of what used to be just a crazy man and made a decision. "I'm gonna have to put them down aren't I? For their own good."

He grimaced. "It would be better than living like this at least, right?"

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When he had said he was going to have to put them down, he wasn't really feeling like it had to be the only way. He punched buildings and wrecked them to make himself feel better about it, and help train his newfound strength, but he still felt like absolute garbage every time someone random came up to him with half-functioning tech, laser beams coming from their asses, or even acid breath to try getting him out of his armor for them to harm. Mostly because he was unable to stop them or reason with them without killing them.

Still, as he did this, he noticed something strange. He had started being able to tell exactly which ones were Ziz bombs and which ones weren't, not due to how reasonable they were, but because he had fully committed to removing all the Ziz bombs from the world and gained a sixth sense for where all of them were.

On top of this, he felt like he was growing stronger — better — with every building he broke and every Ziz bomb he killed.

It definitely made him feel a lot better to know which ones were incurably broken even so. He felt like he could ignore the rest really and simply run away if needed.

After all, he tended to outrun pretty much anything they had in a straight line, and could basically ignore their attacks. Especially if he was moving, because once he started moving he had yet to find something that could make him stop against his will.

From high-tech bullets to busses, and even improvised explosives, nothing got past his armor, simply bouncing right off. Even powers that were supposed to stick him in place like glue, or burn him alive with napalm had absolutely zero effect on him whatsoever. And since he didn't need to eat, sleep, breathe, or use the restroom, he could stay in his armor as long as he liked!

Of course, he could even redirect his own kinetic energy and use it to jump really high, or punch that much harder when he needed to. Something he made use of to help him with the bigger Ziz bombs a lot. Especially those that had really durable bodies.

Unfortunately, he didn't think there was any way to save the actual Ziz bombs though. Nothing he could do to fix them at least. And he couldn't trust the people of this world to fix Ziz bombs. They clearly didn't know how!

But hey, at least if he killed them, they could stop suffering, right? It was the best he was gonna get.

So, he powered on, pasting all the Ziz bombs in the dome until no one was left who had the Simurgh's influence. And then he stood with his hands on his hips and smiled behind his armor.

"Looks like it's time," he said, and began to walk. And pick up speed, slowly increasing the speed he walked until he was running. And then he ran faster and faster, picking up speed again until he made contact with the wall of the dome from the inside.

Immediately as he did that, capes and military personnel of all kinds began attacking him, firing beams of light and esoteric energy in an attempt to slow him down. Hell, one of them even entirely encased him in some sort of foam, but he managed to move right through it! Still, he paid them no mind, and ran in a perfect circle through all of the dome until it all collapsed. The capes and military guys left looked at him in fear, their eyes wide as they called for backup.

"It's okay guys, I got rid of all the Ziz bombs here," he told them with a thumbs up. "But now I gotta get to the next threat, so I hope you don't mind the mess!"

"Wait, what are you—" a cape in a blue and white suit asked, but he was already running across the ocean and skipping on the waves to his next destination: China.

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When the sirens first went off over Canberra, and Legend was there to help drive off the worst Endbringer of them all, he knew things were going to be bad. What he didn't expect, was a massive, heavily armored man to appear mid-air and be rag dolled around hard enough to kill over three-quarters of the capes who arrived to save the city.

He had figured that the man was most definitely dead by the time the Simurgh had left, driven off by Scions golden beams. Yet there was still one problem, the man got up.

Evidently, several days after the fact, the man in the armor sat up and killed a civilian that was clinging to his armor by twisting them in half. And then proceeded to go on a gruesome and bloody rampage throughout the remains of Canberra, wrecking reinforced buildings and pillars meant to keep the Dome from simply collapsing on their heads.

Dragon had managed to employ external measures to keep it from collapsing, reinforcing the outsides to ensure he was unable to breach the walls and installing many weapons systems to dissuade him from even trying. Yet the man seemed to hardly notice at all! It was as though he was completely indestructible, and certainly as mad as any that the Simurgh had managed to taint with her screams.

The man even said something about having 'gotten rid of' all the Ziz bombs inside the dome, but he knew better than to trust the man at his word. He was clearly a Ziz bomb himself, in any case.

So, he followed him as he made his way across the sea and tried his best to subtly remove his footing from underneath him, potentially slipping him under the water and causing him to drown. All while he called for backup, trying his best to keep from freaking out and attacking the man directly, as that hadn't seemed to work the first several hundred times the man had experienced it. It would be foolish to continue trying to attack him directly in the end.

Not kinetic weapons, not energy-based powers, nor even esoteric effects seemed to do anything to the literal Juggernaut that continued along it's path, regardless of what anyone might desire. It was unfortunate, and nothing he tried managed to stop the man.

He could only hope that the Yangban didn't manage to get control of him, as that could spell the end of the world as they knew it.

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AN:
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Kitsu: Hey, a new fic! Asdo wants me to do this one instead of Home Sweet Home from now on, so this one it will be on his dime. Home Sweet Home can still get commissioned by others if they want, so that's okay.

 

[KitsuneObsessedFreak]

Here to Halp! A Juggernaut's Tale 02:
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Stop Yangban-ging around!
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Zero was feeling as though today would be another peaceful day for the Yangban. The Emperor had quieted down about his stance on Parahumans being citizens with rights, under threat of painful death, and he was quite satisfied with his tea.

Tea that started to shake as he held it, despite one of the parahumans under his control having the power of perfect dexterity and heightened strength. Something wasn't right.

He noted that some of the powers he had available to share disappeared, and that he was no longer seeing from the eyes of the others, a disturbing blankness in his mind from the empty space where they once were filling his mind as he began to panic.

He reached for the phone, as his communication power had long slipped away, and he could feel his control over the others fading. He needed to call someone, anyone and see what was going on.

One by one his capes were either deserting him, or dying to something, and he didn't know what it was from within his bunker. He slowly stood, shaking with a fear he did not know how to repress as he made his way to the door.

Boom. Thud. Crackle!

The sounds of things being destroyed nearby echoed in his ears, reverberating in his bones as more and more of the capes he had once commanded, died a terrible death.

He did not dare to breathe, for doing so might alert the being that he was alive within his room. But it was no use hiding, the crashes got louder, closer and seemed to follow his position in the room.

But there was only one way in and out. And the room was shielded against such incursions.

There was a potential that the being would be stalled. Unless it was an Endbringer, here to gain revenge for his team's support on the Simurgh, he should be safer within the walls of his room.

Bu then he felt it, a sense of weightlessness coming over him as the ground beneath him burst open, and a hand from below grabbed him by the leg, and dragged him into the abyssal sewage system beneath the base.

His leg broke, and the massive armored man held him by it as he screamed in pain. "How do I undo the brainwashing on your captured slaves!?" he asked, for his voice was exceedingly male.

"You can't you moron! They are mine!" he claimed, unwilling to let him just kill him off if there was still a chance. "Only I can—"

He slipped from the giant man's grasp due to the slickness of his leg, and the fact that it had entirely come apart in his grip.

And then he fell into the sewage and started to drown, noxious poisons and toxins infecting his body immediately and causing him to go into shock as he drowned in filth. By the time the armored fool had dragged him out of the waste, he was already long dead.

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If you had to ask One if today was particularly pleasant, he would tell you no, it wasn't. He had managed to convince the Emperor not to make the Parahumans into citizens for his big bro Zero by offering to make him some of his famous chocolate chip cookies, but the Emperor seemed to pale and shake at the mention for some reason.

Maybe the man was allergic to chocolate? He could always give him banana muffins instead!

Oh well, it worked out in the end, and he was on his way back home when this cool looking armor guy came to him and asked him a question.

"So, uh, buddy… Where are the rest of the Yangban?" the man asked, clearly looking to join up! He must have been a friend, because he called him buddy!

"Oh! Come with me, I'll introduce you to all my friends!" he grinned, waving the man after him as he turned on his scooter and drove off.

He made sure to go slow so that the guy could follow at first, but the guy didn't seem to have any problems at all! It was soo cool! He couldn't wait to introduce him to Zero.

But when he got back to the base, the man laughed, and some of the Yangban started to assault the man! How rude! He was a guest!

One made to say something, but he was cut off by one of the Parahumans dying, and his mind slowly reverting to a less and less euphoric state. Slowly, he watched as the man eliminated his brothers, slowly becoming his partners, then just the people he was forced to work with.

And he realized he had been mastered by one of them. He threw up, coating the inside of his helmet as he watched the bloody carnage in front of him.

From laser beams to chunks of solid water. Trapping him in bubbles of space time to crushing him with gravity, nothing even slowed him down for a moment.

Yet the armored giant looked somewhat sad, his body language hunched and his feet dragging a little as though he was unhappy that he was killing them all. But if he was so unhappy, then why was he doing it?

"For the crimes against humanity," the giant of a man called out, "For the lives you've stolen and taken advantage of for your own benefit," he pasted a Brute 8 who could turn his entire body to metal across a wall, the metallic sheen coating everything but sliding off the man like water from a duck's back. "I will kill every last one of you."

What? How did that make any sense? Some of them were captured from overseas and forced to fight for the Yangban, yes, but it was for the good of humanity, right? So that they'd have a better future?

So why did he feel like this man had the right of things? It made him squirm inside to think about.

Soon, there was only him left outside the base. And the Armored man walked over to him with slumped shoulders, as though he was resigned in what he had to do.

Honestly, so was One. So instead of turning away, he smiled. "Do what must be done, and at least I won't be able to fault you for it," he told the man with a nod from his position on the ground.

"I will," the Giant promised, crushing his head in the very next moment.

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Contessa groaned.

She had been following the steps on her path religiously for a very long time, and knew she had to trust them, but for some reason all the paths surrounding this one, singular Parahuman only resulted in massive Thinker headaches and caused her power to scream at her to stay on any world but Earth-bet until he left. Whatever that was supposed to mean.

Nothing, not a single power she could bring to bear against him, not even Scion could hurt the man according to her paths. All the power they could bring to bear meant nothing in the face of this anomaly that had dropped into their world and decided to play murderblender with their capes.

And yet one of her comrades in Cauldron simply couldn't understand the need to stay away from the thing already on a warpath in their world. Especially because Scion would eventually get involved, and they'd achieve their main goal. The death of the Entity.

"Contessa is right, I've run the numbers multiple times," Kurt Wynn, the voice of reason in the group for today mentioned with a small frown. "If we simply let him be, he will inevitably—"

"He will kill thousands of innocent people!" David shouted back, almost frothing at the mouth as he screamed at them. "Don't you see?! He's just like them, another Entity! He'll kill us all!"

Contessa frowned at that. He was clearly going insane, as everything they had found so far had pointed to this not being the case. Perhaps his power was affecting him negatively?

Keith sighed. "I know this seems far-fetched, but nothing I did to him mattered in the slightest," he told David with a grimace. "And we all know how much more raw damage I can do these days, thanks to Doctor Bonesaw."

"I still can't believe that we got so lucky as to be able to separate her from Jack Slash when we had the chance," Alexandria sighed. "But that's besides the point, and I'm inclined to agree with Contessa. If the man can kill Scion, I see no reason to stop him from doing so. A few thousand innocents dead is a far cheaper price to pay compared to what we have already done for victory."

"If you go you will die," Contessa pointed out. "Any of us that opposes him will simply die. We cannot hope to defeat him."

"How do you know this?" Doctor mother asked, tapping a clipboard with a pen.

"The Paths tell me that any meeting with him is an immediate dead end for any of us," she explained with a neutral expression.

"I see," she sighed. "Then there is nothing more to it. We will simply observe and hope he moves on after defeating Scion."

"I refuse!" David growled. When no one agreed with him, he snarled, "Fine then, I will do it myself."

"I will write those words on your grave," Contessa conceded, allowing him to storm off in rage.

Once he was gone, Contessa looked at them all and sighed. "A moment of silence for the fallen."

They were all silent for a long while afterwards.

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Seated in an armored room with Dragon up on his monitor, Armsmaster frowned at the recordings he was seeing. "I don't think I have any potential countermeasures I can think of for this besides a swarm of self-replicating nanomachines, and we all know that the PRT would never allow me to use such a thing," he told her with a sigh, the poor girl seeming to panic for a moment as he said that.

"Especially not after Eagleton," she grimaced.

He grimaced, pulling up his video feed on the ever-adapting hyper advanced city filled with homicidal security drones. "I can't speak for what that man had in his mind when he created Eagleton, but his death at the hands of a PRT agent wasn't the brightest move we could have made. Especially because he had already finished the deadman's switch."

"I can agree with that," she told him dryly, "but it still doesn't fix the fact that we have no true means of capturing him."

"Well, there was this portal tech that Leet had been working on," Armsmaster started.

"Go on…" Dragon looked at him with an interested gaze.

"I may be able to integrate its functions into a sort of minefield and simply make the exit point the sun," Armsmaster claimed with confidence. "That should more than do the trick, if it works."

"Then let's get to work," she told him with a smile.

And work they did.

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Somewhere off in Germany, a man sneezed onto a sheet of paper, the snot oozing out of his nose as the blank page was filled with a detailed report, complete with detailed pictures in bright and vibrant colors. After looking at it for a moment, he took the page and ran to his boss. "Hanz! We have a situation!" he told the large man covered in hands by the desk.

"What is it?" the boss asked with a grimace. "Copy your report and burn the original, I don't want that touching anything."

"The CUI is in a civil war because the Juggernaut killed the Yangban! He is on an intercept path with Sleeper, and then he'll be targeting us next!" he claimed, showing the man the intercept course with a wild look in his eyes.

"Then we shall prepare ourselves," the boss nodded, not believing this Juggernaut could deal with the Sleeper, but it might survive him. "Call in Max, we shall have need of his people shortly."

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AN:
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Kitsu: And now we have the Juggernaut doing more juggernaut things, from other people's perspective.

I think next chapter might be more of his perspective again for a bit and then the Nazi's get absolutely wrecked.

Definitely gonna have him fighting all the S class threats before Scion steps in to fight him. And yes, he's the Juggernaut. Expect him to utterly clap this universe.

Maybe a future one will be more challenging, but let's be real here, the commissioner didn't pay me to have Juggy Kronk struggle. He paid me to have Juggy Kronk go brr.

"Poison. The Poison that killed Kusko. Kusko's poison. Ah yeah, it's all coming together now."

Gotta get more of this vibes, so I might just watch The Emperor's New Groove sometime again. Gonna need that for Maximum Kronkiness, because I keep losing track of it atm.

 

[KitsuneObsessedFreak]

I'm Here to Halp! A Juggernaut's Tale 03:
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The chapter count needed to start a new Kitsu thread.
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"Soooo… I wonder if that Sleeper guy is really as tough to beat as they say he is," Cain asked himself as he made his way through some sort of warped reality to kill the man inside.

Several buildings were chucked at him, turning into clouds of some sort as they approached that exploded into bubbles on contact with him. Bubbles that he was pretty sure were made of acid.

"Oh yeah, he didn't like that," he chuckled, making his way over to a strange being made of atomic sludge.

Punching his hand through the middle, he removed the core of the being, and crushed it in an instant. And the supernatural effects kinda just popped, leaving absolutely pristine landscapes that were filled with nothing but smooth stone in place of what he had been fighting.

"Nice view we got here," Cain quietly mused. "It's too bad that I can't stick around. Gotta kill some Nazis next."

Making his way out of the crater that he was in, he almost wondered if they'd end up just filling that up with water and making a lake or something. Might be fun to go for a swim in it later if they did that honestly. The Great Lake of Moscow had a nice ring to it after all.

But hey, there would be time for that later. He had some Nazis to kill.

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Max Anders was not one to follow the demands of others when there was no tangible benefit to himself. Thus, when Gesellschaft sent their troops in tinker-tech submarines to pick up his people, he made an excuse to stay behind.

Sure, they would certainly call him a coward, but he had watched the news. There would be no surviving such a thing.

Of course, his son had triggered in the process of being sent in his place, and went on a rampage in Brockton that drove them out before they could actually gather any more of the capes in his employ besides Krieg, so there was that neat little bonus as well. He was already using his son to make more materials with which they could use to fight back against the Juggernaut if he came, as his ability allowed him to become a Golem made from whatever he was touching.

Of course, high amounts of quality Cocaine would surely take down even such a beast. Hopefully his son wouldn't become addicted in the process, but if he did, it was of no-consequence.

Still, he struck a deal with Coil to have his pet thinker go over the details of his camera feed from Germany, showing the brutal and violent deaths of the Nazi organization, for the crimes he claimed they committed against humanity. He was quite adamant about them all needing to die, and thus, they did. Painfully.

As for how that happened, well… He'd rather not say.

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When Tattletale was asked by her boss to watch the live camera recordings from Europe, she wasn't expecting to watch a one sided beatdown of Gesellschaft versus a single armored brute. Unfortunately, the Cameras had both extremely high quality video, and crisp audio, so she was forced to listen to all of it.

Including the man's apparent shopping list of targets he was planning to hit after killing all the Nazis like he was some sort of insane robot psychopath looking to prove something to this so called Cyttorak. Whatever that was.

After a while observing it, she realized more and more that it couldn't be a human, and that it was certainly a monster that would kill anything strong enough, so that it could drink in the power from those it had killed. And then it would move on to the next thing, and the next, never stopping until it had consumed everything in the world.

Tattletale was horrified. "Brian! That thing isn't going to stop," she told him with the utmost certainty. "It's going to come here last, and then kill everyone here in the crossfire of its last battle. We need to be prepared to leave."

She looked at him with wide eyes, her mind filled with increasingly horrified scenarios. "It has a tracking power! That's how it knows where all the S-Class threats are, and it's coming here once it's done picking through the rest of America next!"

"And how are you so sure it won't simply track us down next?" he asked her with a raised eyebrow.

"Because we and some girl from Winslow are literally the only things in this city not on his immediate shitlist," she explained to him in the simplest terms he could understand. "We will have literally an hour before he decides to show up where we have to go, and there is nothing that we can do to stop him from coming."

"Boss says you're just trying to use us to get away from him," the man said, his eyes hardening with a grunt.

"No, you absolute moron, where did you even get that idea!" she screeched at him. "If we don't leave the city, we will all die. I know this for a fact—"

She heard the cocking of a gun, and went silent. He was seriously going to kill her?

"That's what I thought," Brian said, shaking his head. "Boss is the boss, and he has my little sister. I won't let you abandon her."

Tattletale cried. They were all going to die, and she knew it.

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The Ubermensch from the depths of their prisons were breaking out. The bastards they had sired being ripped apart piece by piece as every single last man, woman, and child was crushed under the debris falling in their last underground stronghold.

Nothing could save them from the man, he came at them too fast, too strong, and he hit them where it hurt. Not a single Gesellschaft main member remained, not a single fellow comrade was left alive. And he was left all alone in the darkness with the corpses a bunch of lesser people.

And then he saw it, a massive armored fist coming down from above and punching through his chest armor like it was wet paper. "Kehak!" The strongest material in the world, and yet it meant nothing.

He died slowly, the being watching as the life drained from his eyes, visibly having some sort of internal debate over what he was seeing in the end. And was it just him, or did he see an armored pair of angel and devil on the armored man's shoulders, fighting a man in green power armor?

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"Riiiiight," Cain sighed to himself as he made his way out of the rubble to the next closest targets. "The Blasphemies should be around here somewhere if I'm correct."

Sure enough, a white-haired robot or android or something with a snarl mask appeared in front of him while he was sitting on a bench in France, and tried to murder him. Good thing he was able to kick her in half without much issue.

And then the other two teleported in, the snarl mask one appearing behind him in an instant to try stabbing him again! It was crazy, he had already destroyed that one.

So, he punched the two in front of them, and the third one made the other two come back again as it teleported away to get some distance. But he could track them all.

"Huh," he said as he caught up to one of them and grabbed it, tucking it under his arm. It couldn't go anywhere as long as he had it in his arm tightly, because if it tried to teleport, he'd just suck the energy out of the little bubble it made around itself automatically and the teleportation would stop.

He thought about it for a second even as he grabbed the other one. "So, the teleportation stops if I grab on to them, and they can't get away if I trap them against my body." He nodded to himself as he chased the last one. "And if I kill one or two, the last one makes the others come back in the end."

The Blasphemy he was chasing dove into the ocean, and he simply followed. After they came out the other side, he stepped on the last one's leg, and managed to trip it, before shoving his foot through it's chest while crushing the other two. "Let's see if that did the trick."

He waited, his tracking of them having turned off entirely for several minutes before he smiled behind his helmet. "Alright! Time for the next one!" he smiled and began to run back under the water with a jaunty step.

Who knows, maybe he'd find Leviathan while he was down there and give him a good beatdown. Would be kinda fun probably.

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"Please, don't kill my brother!" a poor South African woman cried as Moord Nag sauntered over to her with a grin.

"Kill him? I'm not just going to kill him," she cackled, "I'm going to kill all of— gack!"

The terrible woman saw something off in the distance. It was the Juggernaut.

Several people triggered all at once as he rushed through, ready to kill her. But in the end it was the poor woman who managed it.

She tossed a rock at Moord Nag's leg as she tried to run, causing her to trip on a pile of sticks and impale herself through the neck on a guardsman's spear in her panic. Something that seemed to make the Juggernaut pause.

He turned to the girl and gave her a thumbs up. "My buddy Cyttorak says good job, and that once I leave the world to call on his name for a boon," the Juggernaut told her with a slight bowing nod.

"Th-thank you," she stuttered, and he walked off to his next target somewhere in the distance without another word.

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Ash. Dust. Radiation. That was all one could see for miles as the constant nuclear explosions of the man known as Ashbeast made his way through the land on autopilot, having been taken over entirely by his shard.

Constantly in search of places with the most potential for conflict and destruction, the shard piloted him directly into the path of the Juggernaut. And immediately regretted that decision.

Within moments of the [Designation :JUGGERNAUT:] coming into the killing field, it became apparent that nothing the Shard was doing would be able to do any direct damage. So it began raping up the toxicity and radiation aspects of its power in an attempt to kill it before it could reach its [Designation :HOST:].

Of course, this worked about as well as one might expect on a being that both did not need to breathe, and could absorb energy. That is to say, not at all.

So it ran straight into the epicenter and grabbed Ashbeast by the head, before bunching a fist through the man's skull.

[Connection to :HOST: lost. Proceed to shut down :CONFLICT-DRIV— ERROR!]

Through the reaches of time and space, a fist came and dragged the Shard through its tiny portal, crushing it in the process.

The last thoughts it had before it was destroyed were of the screams of the dying man it had consumed long ago.

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"We have come together today in this time of need to discuss what must be done about the being known only as the Juggernaut," Rebbeca Costa-Brown claimed with a small frown on her face.

"He is so far known to have complete immunity to and absorption of energy based attacks, the ability to redirect kinetic energy, and both enhanced strength, durability, and speed," she moved onto the next slide. "He can fly, he can submerge himself under water for hours at a time without resurfacing, leaving his need to breathe ambiguous at best, and can survive the equivalent of several thermal nuclear bombs to the face."

After a moment to let that sink in, she continued. "He also seems to become stronger when in motion, especially when running at speeds of just over six hundred miles per hour, where he becomes able to simply run across the ocean like it is solid ground, and break through containment zones as though they were a wet paper bag."

She breathed a deep sigh as the rest of the PRT directors looked to her in fear. "I'll be very blunt," she told them directly, "There is nothing we currently have that can so much as slow him down, let alone stop him in the end."

"How do you know it's a male?" Director Tagg asked with a growl, pointing his finger at her directly. "I say you know a bit too much about this 'man' as you claim to be uninvolved in his appearance!" a few murmurs rose in the room, mostly directed at her for the time being.

Her eyebrow rose. "Legend has spoken with him already as he left Canberra," she told him with a measured amount of dryness in her voice. "The details of such are already in the briefing packages we are all supposed to read before the meeting begins… Perhaps we should go over them now while we have the chance so that Director Tagg can be brought up to speed?"

A few uncomfortable glances and even a muffled groan were heard throughout the room, but Director Armstrong sighed. "I'll go over it with him after the meeting so we don't waste any more time, if you would continue with the briefing instead, please."

"Very well then," she claimed with a small nod, pulling up the first slide onto the screen.

"As you can see, this Juggernaut has been going around killing all the S-Class threats to Humanity, and even saving people that may otherwise come into harms way when he can," Rebecca told them with a few more slides, showing the kills he had already achieved.

"Is it true that Eidolon is preparing himself to fight against the Juggernaut?" one of the Directors asked with a smirk.

"Yes," Rebbecca nodded. "Eidolon is preparing as many contingencies as he can in the off case that the Juggernaut is Mastered or otherwise becomes hostile to those who are not a threat to humanity."

"What do we do now then?" A director asked, looking as though he was at a bit of a loss.

"Well the latest precog reports claim that he is on a direct intercept course with the Eagleton Containment Zone…"

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