Within the time Paradox arrived on Paradox Earth, many things had changed.

  From the rapid advancement of technology to the rise of heroes and villains, the world had evolved into something far different from what it once was.

  Little did Paradox know that his interference with the natural order had irreversibly altered the future. Every moment he tampered with time, the ripples of his actions grew stronger.

  He would soon come to learn a harsh truth—no matter who or what you are, your actions have consequences.

  Whether he would be able to stand up to them… was yet to be seen.

  But right now, all he was worried about was his own entertainment.

  The sterile white halls of Omega-7 HQ buzzed with quiet activity. Agents moved with purpose, their footsteps echoing through the corridor as Paradox and Norika strolled in, dragging Kael Arden behind them.

  The defeated warrior's body was battered, but his silver eyes still burned with defiance. Paradox, as always, looked bored, his crimson gaze half-lidded as if the entire mission had been nothing more than a mild inconvenience.

  Norika, on the other hand, had an amused smirk plastered across her face. Her crimson eyes gleamed with sadistic delight, still hungry for more bloodshed.

  With a casual flick of his wrist, Paradox unceremoniously dropped Kael onto the cold, metallic floor in front of Director Rachel, the current leader of Omega-7.

  "Yo. We got ‘em." Paradox announced lazily, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

  Rachel, an imposing woman with an air of authority, looked down at Kael with calculating eyes.

  "Good work." She nodded. "With him in custody, we can be at ease."

  Kael slowly rose to his feet, glaring at her. His muscles tensed, his body screaming for him to attack—but something stopped him.

  His eyes widened in shock.

  "You’re not the Director."

  Rachel’s expression remained cold.

  "I am." She corrected. "The new Director, that is. The previous one? We had an... unfortunate accident."

  Kael's fists clenched.

  "What about the other subjects?" His voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. "The people that were kidnapped? The ones experimented on?"

  Rachel sighed.

  "I assure you, they are being treated far better under my command. Though," she added, "not everyone agrees with my methods."

  Kael exhaled, tension momentarily leaving his body.

  But then—

  "While their lives have improved, there are still those who do not trust me. Some wish to destroy this organization entirely."

  Kael scoffed, crossing his arms.

  "As they rightfully should."

  Paradox burst into laughter at the remark, clearly enjoying Kael’s bluntness.

  "Haha! Yo, I like this guy. Maybe we should keep him around, Nori."

  "If he doesn’t bore me, maybe." Norika replied with a cruel smirk, tilting her head as if contemplating whether or not she should carve into Kael’s flesh just for fun.

  Rachel shot Paradox a cold glare, immediately silencing his amusement.

  "Now onto more serious matters." She turned back to Kael, her voice firm. "I have a question for you—Subject 010. No," she corrected herself, "Kael."

  Kael narrowed his eyes.

  "What do you want?"

  Rachel stepped forward.

  "I want you to help me."

  Kael’s body stiffened.

  "Help you?" He repeated, his voice filled with disbelief.

  Rachel nodded.

  "Help me make this a safer place for all superhumans. Help me prepare them for the real world—to give them a semblance of normality."

  A heavy silence filled the room.

  Kael stared at her, his mind racing. He wanted to reject her immediately.

  This was the same organization that had turned him into a living weapon.

  The same organization that had ripped away his humanity, piece by piece.

  But…

  He thought about the other subjects. The ones who had suffered like he had.

  If he walked away now, what would happen to them?

  Would they be forced to endure the same horrors he had?

  Would they ever have a chance at freedom?

  After a long moment, Kael finally spoke.

  "Give me time to think about it."

  Rachel nodded.

  "That is all I ask."

  With that, she turned her attention back to Paradox and Norika.

  "You two are dismissed."

  Paradox stretched, letting out a yawn.

  "Finally. Let’s get out of here, Nori. I need to find something fun to do before I die of boredom."

  Norika chuckled darkly, licking her lips.

  "Tch. Maybe we should have kept fighting instead of stopping halfway through." She glanced at Kael, her eyes filled with bloodlust. "I wasn’t done playing yet."

  Kael glared at her but said nothing.

  Paradox grinned.

  "Relax, Nori. There will be plenty of people to beat the crap out of later."

  Norika rolled her eyes, huffing in annoyance.

  "There better be."

  And with that, the two turned, stepping out of the room and vanishing into the halls of Omega-7 HQ.

  As Kael stood there, watching them leave, he felt something stir within him.

  A feeling he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

  Uncertainty.

  For the first time in years, Kael had a choice.

  But was it truly his to make?

  "Why do I have a feeling that today is going to be the worst day of my life?"

  Paradox groaned, his mind still fuzzy as the smell of sizzling bacon and eggs filled the air. He barely had time to register the thought before he added to it with a grimace, "A day filled with pain, pain, and more pain. Oh, and don't forget running for my life."

  He stretched, his spiky white hair a mess as he shuffled to the kitchen, the faint red glow from the marks on his body fading as his exhaustion from the previous day seemed to lift. Yet the feeling of dread, the gnawing, constant presence of something approaching, lingered.

  "I guess that's just how it is when you’re me," he muttered to himself, cracking a grin, as he flipped a pancake onto a plate. Life as an anomaly had its perks—being one of the most powerful beings in the known multiverse—but it also meant there was rarely a day when things didn’t get… interesting.

  His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps, and before he could even turn around, he felt a cold shiver run down his spine. Paradox froze, a deep, chilling presence settling in the room.

  "Of course. Here we go," he mumbled as he turned, only to see the striking figure of Sora standing in the doorway.

  Sora, a vision of pure, terrifying elegance, stood just behind him, her silhouette cutting through the dim light with an almost predatory grace. Her long, flowing green hair shimmered in waves that cascaded like a river of emeralds. Her eyes, an arresting purple, held a hidden malice that sent a shiver down his spine.

  She was wearing a sleek, black and purple bodysuit with a plunging neckline that revealed the toned beauty of her body. The detached sleeves, beginning just below her shoulders, connected to intricate, glowing fingerless gloves. A sheer, split mesh skirt framed her waist, her thigh-high boots glowing with shifting shadows, while the choker around her neck pulsed with dark energy.

  With a soft, sinister smile, Sora greeted him. "Hey, honey. How have you been?"

  Before Paradox could respond, he suddenly found himself flying through the air. The ground beneath him shattered as he crashed outside, his body slamming into the earth with an uncomfortable thud. His body ached, his mind reeling in confusion.

  "Ouch... ow... now that hurt."

  He winced, slowly sitting up, but his eyes widened in realization as a sharp blade whistled through the air toward him. The familiar —the cursed weapon of Sora—whizzed dangerously close, its blade dripping with malicious energy.

  "Soul Stealer, huh? Seems like you've gathered more souls than the last time." Paradox’s voice was dripping with sarcasm as he effortlessly sidestepped the blade, his scythe already in hand.

  A sudden , and Paradox found himself on the ground again, his back pressing into the dirt. Before he could recover, Sora grabbed his leg with inhuman strength and threw him back into the ground, her laughter echoing in the air.

  "I told you, darling," Sora purred, her tone sweet but full of venom. "You can’t escape me."

  "Well, this is fun," Paradox muttered, his voice half-amused, half-frustrated, as he lay there staring at the sky, trying to regain his bearings. But just as he was about to push himself back up, the ground around him suddenly . A massive crash thundered through the air, sending dust and debris into the air as the earth cracked open.

  Paradox barely managed to roll out of the way before something—or rather, someone—landed in the crater.

  Hinata.

  She was taller than most, standing at 5'8" with long, cascading pink hair that shimmered like the very essence of dawn. Her indigo eyes sparkled like distant stars. She was dressed in a tight black cropped top that hugged her torso, the plunging neckline exposing just enough of her midriff to show off her toned figure. A high-cut skirt that revealed her long legs completed the look, with thigh-high boots that added an element of dangerous elegance.

  As she landed with precision, the impact of her landing created a shockwave. She looked down at Paradox with a smirk, the air around her thick with excitement.

  "Glad to see you again, Paradox."

  Paradox, still stunned by the earlier throw, shot her a deadpan glare. "Yeah, I’m sure the crater where my head was is really excited too."

  Hinata raised a brow and giggled darkly. "What? I’m just so happy to see you that I could kill you!"

  Before he could react, she conjured multiple weapons—blades, spears, and arrows—before hurling them all at Paradox in a rain of deadly projectiles.

  With a fluid movement, Paradox dodged, leaping into the air only to be by the crushing force of an unseen foot. The air around him snapped with sudden, unfamiliar pressure.

  Floating just above them, a new figure descended from the heavens.

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  Luna, her presence commanding and unyielding, stood at 5'9", her golden hair gleaming like a celestial beacon. Her emerald green eyes, deep and ancient, observed the chaos with a calm and calculating gaze. She was clad in a regal black and crimson gown that shimmered with an ethereal light, the enchanted fabric glowing as if woven from the stars themselves. The gown's high slit revealed her long, powerful legs, her presence commanding respect.

  Her outfit was completed with gold-embroidered details, her crown adorned with a shining emerald at its center. Rings and enchanted gemstones floated around her as if obeying her will. The air itself seemed to bend under her command, her golden aura radiating a god-like power.

  "What is this?" Paradox muttered, a dark smile creeping across his lips as he picked himself up from the ground. "Are you all here just to try to kill me, or is this some kind of twisted, chaotic family reunion?"

  Luna's piercing gaze locked with his as she spoke in a voice like the ringing of a bell. "A reunion would imply there was ever anything to begin with. No, Paradox. I’ve come to remind you of your place."

  Suddenly, as the weight of the impending battle settled in, a soft chuckle escaped Paradox's lips. "Well, this is going to be one hell of a morning..."

  He wasn’t one to back down from a fight, and with the chaos around him, he felt more alive than ever. But this time, something was different. The feeling of dread wasn’t just a warning. It was a harbinger of something far worse than what he had faced before.

  The fight wasn’t just a casual affair anymore. The ground beneath them trembled as Paradox and the women of his chaotic harem prepared for the storm that was about to hit.

  The stakes were higher than ever.

  The moonlight hung heavy over the city, casting an eerie glow that shimmered through the windows of Paradox's home. The night had been uneventful, a rarity in his chaotic life. As Paradox lay sprawled across his bed, the black marks that adorned his body from his last encounter slowly faded, dissipating like smoke in the wind. His eyes closed, and he allowed himself to drift into a rare, fleeting slumber.

  The darkness of sleep, however, could never shield him from the storm that was to come.

  Meanwhile, across the room, Norika stood hunched over her workbench. Her once-pristine sword lay in pieces, its hilt and guard shattered during their last bout. Her eyes glowed with cold determination as she meticulously repaired it. The faint sounds of her tools clicking echoed throughout the room, the only noise in the otherwise silent night.

  With a final, satisfying click, Norika’s blade was restored. The gleaming edge caught the light as she tested its weight, a wicked grin curling on her lips.

  She thought, smirking to herself. The thrill of battle still pulsed in her veins, a longing for the chaos that she could never quite satisfy.

  The morning arrived with a biting cold wind that rushed through the cracks in the walls. Paradox, always one to keep himself occupied, shuffled lazily to the kitchen. His hands moved mechanically as he prepared breakfast for Eve, who would be heading off to school soon. The scent of pancakes and fresh coffee filled the air, though his tired eyes betrayed no excitement.

  “Why do I have a feeling that today is going to be the worst day of my life?” Paradox muttered under his breath, cracking an egg with exaggerated care. “A day filled with pain, pain, and more pain… as well as running for my life, of course.”

  As if on cue, the presence of someone behind him sent a chill down his spine. Paradox’s eyes narrowed, his instincts kicking in before he could even think. Slowly, he turned around, but the sight that greeted him was… unexpected.

  A woman stood there, a striking figure whose beauty could only be described as otherworldly. She was tall, standing at 5'9", with long, flowing green hair that shimmered like emeralds in the light. Her purple eyes pierced through him with a dangerous glint, and her smile was as enchanting as it was sinister.

  "Hey, honey, how have you been?" she purred, her voice dripping with a dangerous sweetness.

  Paradox blinked. He didn’t even have time to reply before the next thing he knew, he was outside, crashing violently into the ground. The force of the impact left a massive crater in the side of his house, the bricks crumbling under the weight.

  “Ow, ow, ow, now that hurt…” Paradox groaned, standing up and brushing himself off.

  His mind raced as he saw the blade that was inches from his throat. "Soul Stealer, huh?" Paradox smirked despite the situation, his eyes scanning the weapon. “Seems it’s gained more souls than the last time.”

  With a swift motion, Paradox swept her legs out from under her, kicking her away with ease. But she wasn’t finished. In a move that defied logic, she caught his leg, yanking him off balance and slamming him into the ground. Paradox’s vision blurred for a moment as he lay staring up at the sky.

  Suddenly, a violent crash sent debris flying. Paradox rolled to the side just in time, narrowly avoiding the impact of a massive figure that landed where his head had been moments before.

  Standing in the massive crater was another woman, one with long, flowing pink hair and indigo eyes that sparkled like distant stars. Her grin was almost playful, but there was no mistaking the deadly intent beneath her cheerful expression.

  "Glad to see you again, Paradox," she said, her voice tinged with mock sweetness.

  Paradox, dusting himself off, gave her a dry look. “Uh, yeah, I’m sure the crater where my head was says it all.”

  She chuckled, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “What? I’m just so happy to see you that I could kill you.”

  With a flick of her wrist, multiple weapons materialized around her. They shot toward Paradox like missiles, but his reflexes were honed through countless battles. He danced through the air, narrowly dodging the barrage of deadly projectiles. But just as he was about to land, a crushing weight slammed into him from above.

  Paradox hit the ground with a sickening thud, groaning in pain as the dust settled around him. His head swam with dizziness, but he quickly refocused, pushing himself up.

  And there, floating above him, was yet another woman. Her golden hair gleamed under the sun, cascading down her back in soft waves. Her presence radiated power, and her piercing green eyes seemed to cut straight through him. She hovered, a being of divine grace and deadly force.

  "Where have you been this whole time?" she demanded, her voice laced with irritation. "Have you been avoiding me? Answer me."

  Before Paradox could respond, she raised her hand, and multiple energy blasts shot toward him. He had no choice but to brace himself as they struck, sending him hurtling into the trunk of a nearby tree.

  "Three of you?" Paradox wheezed, wiping the blood from his lip. "Now that’s a surprise… and not a good one."

  But before he could recover, time seemed to stop. His body tensed as he felt a shift in the air. When time resumed, the sudden impact of multiple blows sent him crashing into the ground. His body was covered in fist-shaped imprints, each one a reminder of the pain that had been inflicted on him in mere seconds.

  Standing before him were the final two women: Scarlet and Luna. Both wore cruel smiles that sent a shiver down his spine.

  Scarlet was a vision of danger, her eyes filled with a manic obsession. Her beauty, however, was juxtaposed by the violent aura that surrounded her. She was all smiles one moment, then bloodlust the next. Luna, on the other hand, radiated an air of calm, but her sharp tongue cut like a blade, her regal demeanor masking the fierce power that lay beneath.

  "Well, well," Paradox said with a sigh, pushing himself up with an exaggerated groan. "It looks like today’s not going to be as easy as I thought."

  The tension in the air was palpable. Paradox knew what was coming next. This fight was far from over. It had only just begun.

  Paradox stood at the center of the chaos, his crimson eyes half-lidded in perpetual boredom, surveying the scene with a level of disinterest that was almost comical. At 5'6", his spiky white hair stood out, the contrast with his light brown skin making him seem almost otherworldly. His attire—a red shirt under a black and red jacket, paired with black pants and white shoes—was as nonchalant as his attitude. He was bored, plain and simple. And yet, he knew the storm was coming.

  "Both of you working together... not that it's a surprise," Paradox groaned, his voice dripping with sarcasm as his gaze landed on Scarlet and Luna, who stood side by side.

  Scarlet, with her sleek white hair and piercing crimson eyes, exuded a dangerous charm, her leather jumpsuit with red accents hugging her lithe frame. The red scarf flowing from her collar swayed with each movement, and her sharp, predatory grin only added to her allure. She had a way of twisting words into knives, and today was no different.

  Luna, on the other hand, was the embodiment of divine royalty. Her black hair cascaded in waves, shimmering with an ethereal luster, and her golden eyes glowed with an intense, almost predatory light. Her black and crimson skin-tight jumpsuit, adorned with golden accents, was a perfect mix of elegance and danger. Her high-cut legs and low neckline made it clear—Luna wasn’t just a goddess in title; she was one in presence. The cloak draped over her shoulder only enhanced her aura, shimmering like the starry night sky.

  Together, they were an impossible pair. Luna, regal and composed, and Scarlet, seductive yet fiercely protective, had never been friends. But for some reason, today, they stood united.

  "Wow, seems like the whole group is here," Paradox muttered under his breath. "It was nice seeing you all, but I'll be taking my leave." He teleported away, a sigh of relief escaping his lips as the distance between him and them grew.

  Or so he thought.

  Before he could fully relax, he felt the unmistakable presence of all five of them materialize behind him, as if they'd always been there. The air shifted, and Paradox's body tensed.

  “Why do I keep running away when it never works?" Paradox said to himself, his voice tinged with frustration.

  Luna's voice sliced through the silence. "I do not know, dear. Sometimes, I wonder about your brain, and whether it is functioning correctly." She stepped closer, her golden eyes sharp as ever. "We have a lot to talk about."

  Paradox winced slightly, but his poker face remained intact. "How did you all know I was here?" His gaze shifted to Scarlet, an icy chill creeping up his spine. "Don’t tell me…”

  “Yup,” Scarlet purred, her smile sending a shiver down Paradox’s back. “I told the girls where you were. They knew I’d know, since I know everything you do at every moment.” Her grin twisted darker. “That’s the reason I left without telling anyone—was getting everyone together. Took longer to get that idiot though.” She jerked a thumb toward Luna.

  Luna’s eyes flashed, the queenly composure cracking for a moment. “You want a fight?” she challenged, her voice as cool as ice but brimming with underlying fury. “Because I’ll kick your ass if you want it.”

  Paradox’s lips quirked into a smirk. “Oh? I thought you were above such petty brawls, Luna,” he taunted, his voice laced with amusement. “But you’re all so predictable.”

  Before he could make another move, the air around him shifted once more. Sora, Hinata, and Erisa stepped into the fold, trapping him in a near-perfect circle. Each of them radiated power, but each for different reasons.

  Sora, with her cold demeanor and tsundere tendencies, glared at Paradox. “Now where do you think you’re sneaking off to?” Her arms crossed over her chest, blocking his escape route. "You’re not escaping."

  Hinata bounced on her feet, her ever-present cheeriness at odds with the tension in the air. “Nope! Not on my watch!” Her eyes sparkled with excitement, as if this entire situation was a game to her.

  Erisa, the regal, commanding force of nature, stood behind them all with an air of quiet authority. “You think you can just leave?” She tilted her head, her gaze predatory, as she assessed Paradox’s every move. “I don’t think so.”

  Paradox took a slow breath, his crimson eyes scanning the five of them. He weighed the options in his head. The odds were stacked against him, and though he could certainly fight all five of them, the risk was too great.

  "Fine," he sighed dramatically, raising his hands in defeat. "I won't run away. I am in your care." He bowed slightly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Lead the way, then."

  The group’s expressions shifted, each one sizing him up in their own way, but none of them seemed willing to back down.

  "That's more like it," Erisa said, a sly smile forming on her lips. “You always were more fun when you weren’t trying to escape.”

  Scarlet leaned against a nearby pillar, watching the exchange with amusement. “It’s a good thing you’re finally learning your place, Paradox. Otherwise, I’d have to teach you myself.” Her eyes gleamed with that dangerous edge, her tone dripping with possessiveness.

  Luna, still standing with regal composure, gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. “You’ll regret this. But it’s amusing to see you try and outwit all of us.”

  Paradox raised an eyebrow but said nothing more. He knew the game was far from over.

  The tension in the air was palpable, each member of the group prepared for the next phase of this strange interaction. Paradox had been in countless battles, but somehow, this felt different. This was no longer just a fight—it was a test of wills.

  They weren’t going to let him leave so easily, and deep down, Paradox knew it. But for now, he would play along. For now.

  The day had dragged on endlessly. Paradox couldn't remember the last time he had felt so . As strong as he was, and as untouchable as his reputation might have been, he knew when he was outmatched. Right now, that was all too evident as he stood in the middle of a bustling Metro City mall, surrounded by a group of women whose personalities ranged from overly aggressive to eerily calm. He had spent the day with them, trying his best to remain unbothered, as they explored every nook and cranny the city had to offer.

  He had already endured trips to multiple shopping centers, restaurants, and even a few questionable alleyways, all in the name of appeasing the girls. All of them had insisted on indulging in a bit of retail therapy, picking out clothes, jewelry, and accessories as if they didn’t have anything better to do with their time.

  Paradox thought to himself, leaning against a pillar in the mall, his half-closed crimson eyes scanning the crowd with an expression of utter disinterest. His red and black jacket barely clung to his body, the same jacket that had become a part of him over the years, like a badge of his cocky, indifferent nature. But there was nothing about the girls around him now.

  Luna, ever the regal figure, strode toward him first, her icy demeanor as imposing as ever. Her eyes, sharp as daggers, gleamed with expectation. "" she asked, her voice a mixture of curiosity and quiet arrogance, as she and the others presented their outfits. The other girls followed her, each in their own unique attire—fitted dresses, elegant gowns, or outfits that oozed sophistication and charm.

  Paradox glanced over them all, rolling his eyes but offering the compliment anyway, knowing how to keep the peace. "" he said, smirking with his usual cocky tone. But before anyone could react, he added with a mischievous grin, ""

  His words hung in the air, thick with meaning, but before anyone could catch on, Luna stepped forward, her voice cutting through the moment. "" she declared with finality, her regal air making it clear that she had no intention of taking 'no' for an answer. Paradox’s eye twitched in irritation.

  "" Erisa chimed in, her pout deepening as she glared at him. Her words were tinged with playful yet sinister undertones, a reminder of how much she had been deprived of his company. Paradox groaned inwardly. He had seen her like this before. When she got that look, there was no escape.

  "" Paradox grunted, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration. "" His voice was tinged with sarcasm, but it was clear that he was giving in, much to his own dismay.

  After what felt like an eternity of shopping, the girls finally returned to the house. But as soon as they entered, they were greeted with a presence that made them all stiffen.

  Norika and Eve stood in the hallway, waiting for them. Their eyes narrowed as they locked onto the newcomers. It wasn’t just a casual glance; it was a glare. A threatening one. The tension was palpable, and Paradox could almost feel the storm brewing between them. They were girls—at least in their own strange way—and no one was going to take that from them.

  Luna's gaze hardened, while Erisa crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing in silent judgment. Scarlet, sensing the shift in the air, stepped forward with a reassuring smile, her voice calm as she addressed the situation. "" she said, her charm wrapping around the group like a protective blanket. ""

  At hearing this, the other girls froze, their eyes widening in surprise. They hadn’t expected little tidbit of information. There was a moment of stunned silence before the realization hit them all. The tension in the room evaporated for a brief second, replaced by a sense of confusion, curiosity, and reluctant acceptance.

  "" Scarlet continued, her tone shifting as she addressed the group, "" She added that last part with a touch of authority, as though laying down the law. The mention of Eve's status seemed to ease some of the girls' concerns, and soon enough, they surrounded her, showering her with attention and affection.

  Despite Paradox’s usual arrogance and disinterest, he couldn’t help but feel the weight of the glares from the other girls. Even with Scarlet’s explanation, there was a lingering sense of unease. But he simply sighed, retreating to his room as the others chattered in the hallway.

  Finally, after what felt like an eternity of walking on eggshells, Paradox managed to escape to the safety of his room. The door clicked shut behind him, sealing him off from the madness of the day. The silence was a welcome change. He let out a deep breath, his body sinking into the plush chair by the window as he stared out at the city skyline, the lights twinkling like distant stars.

  For a brief moment, he allowed himself to relax. The constant weight of expectations, battles, and interactions could be overwhelming. And despite all his strength, Paradox couldn't deny that, sometimes, he just wanted to be left alone.

  he thought with a sigh, leaning back in his chair. But as the lights flickered in the distance, he couldn't shake the feeling that trouble was never far behind. And with that, his eyelids grew heavy, the soft hum of the city lulling him into an uneasy sleep.

  But he wasn’t alone, not really. The ominous energy of the Omni-Wach pulsed quietly within him—along with the others. And deep down, he knew that this would be the calm before the storm.