Note:Apologies for the delay in this update. A tragic incident recently occurred where innocent tourists were killed in Kashmir. The brutality of the act has deeply affected many people across India, including myself. As a Hindu, witnessing such violence left me heartbroken, angry, and emotionally drained. I needed some time to process everything, and I appreciate your patience and understanding.
DarkGoldMonarch
P.S Pakistani Islamist Fucks will have their Judgement from Indian Army verysoon.
Raja, lounging in the main world's garden at the Chaos Villa in the Forbidden Forest, decided to flex his artistic side. Grabbing paints, he crafted stunning portraits of goddesses Lucy and Selene, their fierce beauty immortalized on canvas.
He arranged the paintings in a sacred room glowing with mystical vibes. "Fit for queens," he grinned, dusting his hands.
Next, he dove into mad scientist mode, using Alexander and Michael Corvinus's blood to create a game-changing serum.
His goal? A perfect, adaptable serum that cherry-picks the best traits from any virus, flushing out side effects to boost human evolution without messing up their DNA—like Spider-Man's powers, minus the spider weirdness.
For two days, Raja holed up in Chaos Villa, channeling 100% brainpower (thanks to his Superman-tier demigod bod). His quantum computer-like mind ran countless simulations, tweaking formulas with extreme focus.
Finally, he nailed it: a serum that transforms bloodlines into adaptable ones, embracing only beneficial viruses or bloodlines for human evolution, keeping genetics intact.
"Blood evolution vibes, but no creepy evolutions," he muttered, holding the glowing vial. With a blink, he teleported to Shadow Corp. HQ, snagging queens Jessica, Jane, and Beth, and whisked them to an island resort.
"Ladies, time for an upgrade!" He administered the serum, their eyes wide.
MAYA scanned the queens, her voice chipper. "Evolution in progress! Their bloodlines are adapting, boosting positive traits, ditching the bad stuff." The queens' Glowing like super Saiyan in the Beach.
Already juiced with Blue Spider Lily super-soldier serum, the new serum supercharged them 100-fold. They became Muzan-level powerhouses—strength, regeneration, stamina, lesser immortality, and bloodline magic, now they can cast Basic Hogwarts spells wand-free.
"You're basically immortal witches now," Raja said, rubbing his neck shyly.
Their enhanced brains processed this, shock morphing into glee. "Accidentally?" Jessica teased, smirking.
Raja trained them in Hogwarts basics—Lumos, Wingardium Leviosa, Accio—their 20% boosted brainpower soaking up spells like pros.
They cast with flawless precision, giggling as objects floated. To sweeten the deal, Raja offered personal hand crafted enchanted weapons as Birthday presents.
Jessica asked a dagger, Jane dreamed of an Excalibur-like sword, and Beth, with her cowboy flair, chose a whip.
"Master those weapons combat arts, and will personally craft it," Raja said. "Dobby's your sensei." Dobby blinked in, bowing.
"My pleasure to train the queens!" Post-training, over dinner, Raja regaled them with multiverse tales— Zombies, vampire brawls, werewolf stomps—leaving them horrified and amazed.
That night, the queens who look like Greek goddess with their enlarged Bust & Butt and Zero sized waist making the bikinis erotic, eager to test their new bodies, pounced on Raja.
He cranked his strength to 30%, barely keeping up with their lust-fueled frenzy. "What have I done?" he groaned, exhausted.
Next day, the queens trained under Dobby, wielding their chosen weapons with scary skill.
Raja, needing a breather, blinked to Malibu to visit Uncle Charlie. He learned Jake's 11th birthday bash was tomorrow at the beach house—a big party planned.
Raja, ever the cool Big Brother, showed up with Bling and Bang (his enchanted shades and watch), gifting Jake a PlayStation, a massive TV, and a game collection.
Jake's eyes bugged out. "Best. Big Brother. Ever!"
Elizabeth "Liz," Judith's sister, attended, infamous for her coatroom fling with Charlie at Alan and Judith's wedding. Charlie, perplexed, noted Liz didn't recall him—usually, he forgot his flings.
Liz zeroed in on Raja, drawn to his swagger.
Judith, spotting Liz's flirty moves, fumed, scolding Alan and Charlie, who just shrugged.
That night, Raja took Liz to a hotel, fucked her hardcore making her Orgasm like crazy nonstop leaving her blissed-out and unconscious with a note and his number. "Call me," it read, with a winky face.
MAYA: "Master, you're breaking hearts and bodys across dimensions!"
Back in Brooklyn, Captain Holt entered the precinct with a wrist splint. Amy pried, but Holt brushed it off.
The squad speculated—Jake bet on an embarrassing cause.
To shut them up, Holt claimed he tripped on a sidewalk.
Privately, he told Jake the truth: a hula-hooping injury from a fitness class. "No one'd believe you if you blabbed," Holt said.
Raja strutted in, announcing, "Your VIP's arrived!" Spotting Holt and Jake whispering, he demanded, "What's the secret?" Jake spilled Holt's hula-hooping mishap.
Raja roared with laughter, "No way anyone'd buy that!"
Holt smirked; Jake sulked.
Raja hugged Rosa and Amy, planting kisses, earning precinct boos. "Jealous much?" he taunted.
Jake, on fire, made his 23rd arrest that month, setting a precinct record.
Holt rewarded him with a weekend off. "Sleeping and laundry," Jake planned.
Meanwhile, Rosa found Charles in the janitor's closet, chatting with Vivian about moving to Canada.
Rosa vowed to find him a better spot.
Jake, restless, revisited a cold case—52ABX-32QJ—with Terry.
Raja, intrigued, asked to join; they welcomed him with grins.
The trio dug in, but the case, involving Nate Dexter's boat explosion, was stale. Only a finger and melted torso were found. Jake suggested Nate's old apartment, but it was demolished.
Raja cackled, "Rough luck, boys!" but urged them on.
Gina confronted Rosa about sharing "Babylon," their secret bathroom, with Charles.
Rosa threatened Gina's wolf blanket, forcing a truce.
Charles, led through a creepy hallway, swore a blood pact for Babylon's pristine facilities.
Jake, Terry, and Raja hit the penitentiary, questioning Nate's associates—zip useful.
Their last stop was Frank Williams in the infirmary. Beaten badly, Frank traded info for a safer cell: Nate owed money to Sam Bunsen.
Jake couldn't find Sam in the database, but Terry tracked Sam's wife, who hadn't seen him in years. In interrogation, hooked to a lie detector, she swore Sam didn't kill Nate, passing the test. Jake, stubborn, refused to drop it.
Raja's evil smirk stopped them cold. "What if Sam Bunsen died in the explosion, not Nate?"
Jake and Terry's brains raced, piecing it together.
Raja laid it out: Nate and Sam's wife were hooking up. Sam found out, so Nate killed him, planting his own severed finger to fake his death. The burnt remains were Sam's. Stunned, they contacted informants, hunting a nine-fingered man—Nate Dexter, alive.
"You're a genius, man!" Jake high-fived Raja.
After a week of fun with Nerd squad—enjoying Penny's DT Mouth skills, scarfing Max and Caroline's pastries while slingin' plates, and wild and secret nights with Prudence and Cheryl—Raja felt the multiverse itch.
"Time to bounce," he told MAYA, prepping for his next cosmic joyride.
MAYA: "Master, from making witches to Being cool big brother to cold cases to cupcakes, you're wild acts have no Bounds!"
To Be Continued…