Chapter 440 – Allen and Sadako: Meeting Again
Onboard the Kryptonian spacecraft.
Faora hadn't dared stir up trouble on Earth lately.
With the Justice League and Avengers joining forces and mobilizing numerous superheroes to deal with the God Manifestation crisis, her leading the remaining Kryptonians to show up now would be nothing short of walking into a trap.
If it weren't for the ship running out of power, she would've already considered escaping with her people.
The world was on the brink of destruction—what was the point in staying? Better to find a new planet and start over.
Of course, there was one inescapable issue: to rebuild Krypton, they had to retrieve the Kryptonian Codex—that is, the genetic database currently fused into Superman's body.
Without that, all their plans were just empty talk.
During the genetic editing process of Kryptonian warriors, unnecessary reproductive functions had long since been removed.
Faora, being female, didn't need chemical castration, but her body had been stripped of the hormones responsible for romantic and physical attraction—she had no sexual response toward the opposite sex.
As for Kryptonian males? Let's just say what they had between their legs was purely ornamental.
That being said, ever since her first taste of forbidden pleasure with that lunatic, Faora often found herself inexplicably flushed and restless whenever she remembered the experience.
At first, she thought she'd been cursed—or that something was medically wrong.
After a full-body scan in the Kryptonian medical pod, it turned out her hormone levels were dozens of times higher than normal.
In Earth terms: she was in heat.
Bang—
"Damn it!"
The more she thought about it, the more furious she became. Faora slammed her fist onto the table.
Immediately, the idle Kryptonians around her shot her confused glances.
But because of her position as their Supreme Commander, no one dared question her—they only noticed that she was becoming increasingly irritable.
Bang!
Another loud sound—though this one came from a different direction.
Faora looked up and froze. At some point, a figure had appeared within the ship—familiar, yet unfamiliar.
"I'm back. Did any of you miss me?"
It was Allen—the one who had vanished without a trace—suddenly returning as if nothing had happened.
But what was with the police box he was holding over his head?
"Seize him!"
Enemies meeting always reignites old hatred. Faora didn't hesitate and immediately issued the order.
Suddenly, over a dozen Kryptonian warriors surrounded Allen.
"Oh-ho, my dear, were you waiting for me all this time?"
Allen beamed, "I just knew the bond between us was eternal!"
"Are you freaking insane? This is a Kryptonian spaceship," Faora snapped, rolling her eyes.
"Don't deny it, my Kryptonian beauty. Say your love out loud!"
Allen teased with mock arrogance, "Because I'm going to reject you to your face, leave you lovesick and miserable, unable to resist, begging for more!"
Faora's temple twitched with rage. The more she looked at him, the more she wanted to sew his mouth shut.
"Take him down. Now." She urged impatiently.
"Hold your horses!"
Allen raised a hand and pointed dramatically at the TARDIS. "Allow me to introduce a new addition to our family: a ruthlessly warlike race from the depths of space."
…
With a heavy thud, Allen set the TARDIS down, opened the door, and peeked in. "Roomba, time to earn your keep!"
"DALEK! DALEK! DALEK!"
A Dalek floated out of the TARDIS, its LED lights flashing like it was incredibly excited.
Uh…
What the heck?
A vacuum robot?
"You're kidding, right?" Faora sneered. "That rusty tin can? And you call it a warlike race? Krypton could annihilate the universe."
The disdain on the Kryptonian warriors' faces was obvious.
"Enemy detected. Exterminate. Immediate execution."
The Dalek extended its infamous plunger arm and high-energy weapon, ready to attack.
The Kryptonians felt even more awkward.
A toilet plunger?
Who designed this thing—another lunatic?
"Switch to capture mode," Allen commanded.
They didn't have an irreconcilable grudge with the Kryptonians—no need to kill them all.
Besides, in the Doctor Who universe, Daleks might look cheap, but their tech was pure black-box science.
Likely due to the BBC's tight budget, they made do with rough props—but the tech lore was terrifyingly advanced.
"You're seriously going to make me laugh to death," Faora scoffed.
She laughed heartily, completely unaware that she'd just dodged a death sentence.
Zap!
A high-energy beam fired out.
A nearby Kryptonian warrior watching the show got hit and collapsed, spasming on the floor.
"Attack!"
Realizing the danger, the rest of the Kryptonians raised their Gauss rifles and opened fire.
But their bullets did nothing—completely ineffective against the Dalek's armor.
In contrast, the Dalek shot back, dropping them one by one like kids playing tag.
And Allen—grinning like a rascal—hid safely behind the Dalek.
In less than a minute, the Kryptonians were all down, twitching and incapacitated.
"Surrender. Capture… Surrender. Capture…"
The Dalek's language module was as robotic as ever—short, repetitive phrases on loop.
"Never! You'll never break me—"
Zap!
The defiant Kryptonian got another blast.
Didn't want to surrender? The Dalek would keep zapping until they did.
Allen strolled up to Faora and looked down at her, wearing a barely-there smile.
Crap… He's here for me!
Faora, now somewhat recovered, felt a cold chill down her spine.
"My dear, let's become one," Allen said.
"Stay away from me!"
Faora screamed in panic and shame as Allen once again climbed onto the proud Kryptonian general like a joyful cowboy on a reluctant steed.
"YAHOO! This is amazing!"
Faora's expression was one of total despair as Allen rode her straight through a portal and out of the ship.
Meanwhile, the Dalek continued carrying out its mission.
With repeated paralyzing zaps, the Kryptonians gave up and surrendered one by one.
The longer they resisted, the closer they came to losing control of their bladders.
Soon, the defeated warriors lined up obediently as the Dalek scanned the area and made its way to the central control room. It plugged its plunger into the ship's interface and took control.
The Dalek's tech was overwhelmingly superior—effortlessly hacking the Kryptonian systems.
The Kryptonian warriors had no words. They finally realized just how deadly the goofy-looking robot actually was.
No wonder that lunatic called them a savage war race.
---
Meanwhile…
Allen arrived at Avengers HQ.
The two great alliances were working together, tracking down the gods hidden on Earth.
Screens all over the command center showed heroes scattered across the globe searching for clues.
"Hey guys, I'm back."
But everyone was busy.
Tony and Banner were focused on drilling bots designed to search deep underground for signs of divine presence.
Other heroes patrolled around the clock to make sure no detail went unnoticed.
Some, however, were still on regular crime-fighting duty—mostly because they couldn't help with the big stuff.
"Well, well… if it isn't Allen."
Diana's tone was curious, almost amused. "Hasn't been that long, and you're already playing so dirty."
"Anna, listen, it's not what it looks like!" Allen suddenly looked flustered. "She forced me! You know I like being passive!"
…
Well… he did look pretty passive.
But then Diana saw Faora's utterly broken expression.
Clearly, another poor woman who'd been dragged into Allen's chaos.
Though Faora wasn't exactly innocent, Diana still felt bad for her.
"I heard a different version of events," Diana said, narrowing her eyes. "That you forced her to ride you."
"Lies! Who's spreading that garbage?!"
Allen spun toward the console where Bruce was working. "Bats, was it you? I always knew you were jealous of my godlike looks!"
Bruce didn't even glance up. "You think I need to spread rumors?"
"Aha! You admit it!"
Allen doubled down, still sitting atop Faora. "Just because I'm slightly better, slightly more handsome, and once undressed your wife, is that really a reason to hate me?"
…
Bruce had almost forgotten the whole League of Assassins incident.
Now that Allen brought it up again, his blood boiled.
Damian was getting more rebellious, hardly coming home, constantly patrolling other cities—and subtly avoiding him.
If not for the sheer wealth of the Wayne family, Damian would've burned through ten lifetimes of resources by now.
Even so, most criminals still gave the Batman some respect and didn't dare cross his son.
"Anna, you know I'm the most loyal guy around."
Allen looked seriously at Diana—though his position at the time was anything but dignified.
"Oh really?"
A new voice chimed in behind him.
Allen froze, turning his neck stiffly to look—and saw a long-lost figure.
"Wait… who are you again?"
Frowning, Allen said, "Your voice sounds familiar. You look like some lovestruck girl who used to chase me."
Swish—
The woman conjured a glowing energy blade in one hand, smirking coldly. "You were the one chasing me, remember? Always bringing me breakfast?"
"Hiss… Mimi?!"
After all this time, Illyana had matured into a true commanding presence, her aura far stronger than before.
Not only was she an X-Men member, she was also a ruler of Limbo.
She wielded both mutant powers and dark sorcery.
"Illyana, I never stopped thinking about you… dreaming of our reunion…" Allen shamelessly rambled.
But Illyana was no longer the naïve girl from back then. Her voice was icy: "You seemed to be enjoying yourself just fine."
She was clearly referring to Allen letting Faora ride him.
Nearby, Diana folded her arms, clearly enjoying the spectacle.
In a crisis that affected all of humanity, the X-Men couldn't stand by. The Avengers had invited them to collaborate.
Illyana was one of their representatives. During conversations, naturally, Allen came up—and with him, stories from the mutant academy.
"Hey! You shameless woman! When did you start riding me?!"
Instant personality switch, Allen accused Faora with righteous fury.
Faora nearly screamed with frustration.
He'd been the one who insisted on being ridden, who ignored everyone's feelings—and now he flipped the script?
"My pure, chaste body is not something you can defile!"
With that, Allen bumped his waist and sent Faora flying, then stood up and adjusted his clothes.
"Sorry, but I must return to Nebula M78. The Land of Light is under threat from Belial. As the Father of Ultra, I must save my people."
"Stop right there!"
Illyana shouted furiously as Allen tried to slip away.
But he dove into a portal without hesitation.
He'd pushed his luck too far—any longer and he'd be torn to pieces.
---
In the next moment, Allen arrived at Arkham Asylum.
Due to the ongoing God Manifestation crisis, the asylum had yet to fully reopen.
He looked around at the familiar surroundings, but the place felt desolate.
Once, this had been a haven for criminal minds.
"Boss, Arkham's empty. Why not hold meetings at Red Romance instead?" Edward suggested.
With nowhere else to go, Allen found the comedic trio and brought them back to the asylum for old times' sake.
The three had been busy campaigning at Arkham Fortress for quite a while.
"This is our home. You guys invest and get the place running again. It just doesn't feel right without anyone here," Allen said, resting his chin in his hand, feeling a rare wave of melancholy.
After asking around, they found out that Thanos had accompanied Uxas back to Apokolips to reclaim his rule.
Before the divine manifestation broke out, things had been unusually calm.
With nothing better to do, Allen noticed the TV that had played Sadako's videotape last time. Feeling a mischievous itch in his fingers, he impulsively pressed the power button.
And sure enough, the screen lit up.
On the screen, a woman with her back turned was brushing her long hair.
A cursed videotape?!
The comedic trio immediately remembered the criminal who had escaped from Arkham Asylum.
They had described a terrifying vengeful spirit that crawled out of televisions and wandered aimlessly, searching for Allen.
"Sadako!"
The moment he saw the woman's silhouette, Allen couldn't contain his excitement. His entire face was smashed against the screen, so distorted it looked like he was trying to force his way into the TV.
'Who's calling me?'
The woman in the video paused mid-brush.
"Sadako, it's me!"
Allen's face was mashed into a mess.
'I must be hearing things... I miss him so much I'm hallucinating.'
Sadako shook her head in disappointment, set the comb down, and turned around.
Then suddenly, she froze in shock at the impossible sight before her.
Inside her gateway to the human world—the TV—was a face completely squished against the screen.
"Allen!?"
"Sadako!"
In that instant, Sadako bit her lip, eyes welling up with uncontrollable tears of joy.
After decades, she was finally reunited with the man she had yearned for day and night.
Outside the screen, Allen's comedic trio stood beside him, watching their boss mash his face into the TV. They could only offer helpless advice.
"Boss, calm down. You can't actually go into the TV."
"If you want a Sadako-themed experience, we can have the club set one up just for you."
"Boss, any harder and the screen's gonna crack—glass shards won't be good for your handsome face."
Hmm...
Just as they were about to keep persuading him, a pair of ghostly pale hands suddenly stretched out from the TV, grabbed Allen's head, and yanked hard.
"Damn, the TV's gone sentient—it's trying to eat the boss!"
"Rescue him! The world needs the boss to survive!"
"I'll hold his waist—you two grab a leg each!"
As the three jumped into action, Allen's entire head had already disappeared into the screen.
Arthur hugged his waist, while Cobblepot and Edward each grabbed a leg and pulled with all their strength.
Inside the screen, Sadako had both arms locked around Allen's neck and her legs braced against the TV frame, doing her best to pull him in.
Meanwhile, Allen's eyes were wide open—marveling at the forest between her legs.