you smirk then tell them it was a joke but you have decided to expand your reach into fictional worlds
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You smirk broadly, watching the mixed expressions of grief and acceptance on your divine family's faces before bursting into laughter that echoes through the chamber.
"Did you really think I'd abandon all this?" you ask, gesturing to the thirty-three naked divine offspring and their mothers surrounding you. "It was a joke! The look on your faces..."
Relief cascades through the room like a visible wave, followed immediately by annoyance. Maxine's expression shifts from heartbreak to irritation in an instant.
"Jane Powers, that was cruel even for a divine being," she scolds, though the tension has visibly left her enhanced body. "Some of us were already calculating power distribution variables to maintain the crystalline network in your absence."
"Sorry," you say, not looking particularly sorry at all as you stretch your seven-and-a-half-foot frame across the massive throne-bed. "But I have been thinking about expansion. Not leaving—expanding. Into fictional worlds."
Aurea Midas tilts her head, golden hair cascading over her naked shoulders. "Elaborate, Divine Mother."
"Why limit ourselves to one reality?" you continue, warming to your idea. "We've conquered Earth. The solar system is next. But why stop there? What about accessing fictional realities? Imagine transforming Wonder Woman into our devoted servant. Or reshaping Westeros to our designs."
Quantum Nova's eyes widen, starlight flickering in their depths. "That would require a complete recalibration of the Servant Gun's quantum parameters. We'd need to breach dimensional barriers without destabilizing our own reality."
"Precisely why I'm bringing it up now," you reply, gesturing for Platinum Reich to pour you a glass of wine. "With two generations of divine offspring at full maturity, we have the brainpower to solve this problem."
Victoria Bellona strides forward, her military bearing undiminished by her nakedness. "Strategic assessment: fictional worlds would provide unlimited expansion without the resource constraints of physical conquest. No resistance could match our capabilities since we would arrive with pre-existing knowledge of their worlds."
"Ooh, I want to transform Harley Quinn," Velocita Submission interjects, her punk aesthetic somehow maintained despite her lack of clothing. "Make her even more fucking devoted to us than she was to that clown."
The room erupts into animated discussion, the divine offspring and their mothers quickly forgetting their annoyance at your prank as they begin forming planning committees. Celestia Void and Quantum Infinity immediately start diagramming quantum probability matrices on a holographic display that materializes at their fingertips.
"I'll need to develop a fictional reality anchor," Maxine muses, already lost in scientific calculations. "Something that prevents corruption of our base reality while allowing bidirectional travel."
"The financial opportunities are extraordinary," Victoria Blackwood adds, her business mind already calculating profit margins. "Imagine harvesting resources from fictional worlds with established economies—vibranium from Wakanda, spice from Arrakis..."
You smile, enjoying the spectacle of your divine family's enthusiasm. Your little joke has sparked what might become your greatest project yet.
"We'll need to establish protocols," Commander Athena announces, organizing the Security Collective members present. "Target assessment, invasion strategies, transformation priorities."
"And we'll need to adapt the servant gun for each reality's unique physical laws," Quantum Nova adds, her fingers dancing through complex equations in the air.
"Well then," you declare, rising from the bed to stand in your full divine glory, "let's begin Project Fictional Conquest. I want preliminary plans on my desk by morning."