I was generally disappointed by the rest of the Extremists, as they lacked magic powers.

A few of them were also androids, like Tracer, Gorgon and Hans Leckter, while another was wearing an advanced suit of power armor and a fancy plasma gun. He was called Gunshot .

Hans_Leckter android body also had magnetic powers, which will be useful for the next iteration of power armors I was making for the UEF.

The last member of the extremists was a gorilla, and not even a smart one, called Brute_III. I toyed with the idea of a Hulk monster to throw at my enemies, but too many people could trace the link back to me if the monster was mass-murdering an entire country for food.

However, despite my lack of my Book of Destiny, I did have the power-draining hoverchair from DeVoe, and my Spear Of Destiny.

*You have drained the powers and lifeforce of Brute III, ending the reign of terror of a famished dumb gorilla. + 700 STR, +200 END, + 20 Deflection, + 5 Intimidation Skill.

*You have drained the powers and lifeforce of Gunshot. + 20 AGI, +50 END + 100 PER, + 20 Weapons Skill.

*You have killed Hans Leckter and drained his lifeforce. + 20 to all attributes, +3 Tech Use.

*You have killed Tracer and drained his lifeforce. + 5 CHA

*You have killed Gorgon and drained his lifeforce. + 5 WIS

*You have killed Carny and drained his lifeforce. + 5 INT, +2 Tech Use.

Quest complete. Extremists invasion defeated.

Level up! You have reached level 37!

I coughed lightly to myself, while Deimos was looting the remaining technology of the Extremists to incorporate it into our own. The moving island was also the secret base of these invaders, which contained a wealth of technology, alien lore and alien metals, plus hundreds of inactive robots.

I also asked the sentient island, Kooey to start moving towards Madagascar, where I could make proper use of it.

However, after half of the locals were recruited by the League for the archery skills, and I was happy inside for a moving island to call my own, a blast of extradimensional energy erased poor Kooey and the less fortunate locals still living there.

Damn you, crazy universe! This is why Pef can't have nice things.

Steal my book, steal my island...at least I gained over 1300 attributes from this random quest. Also some nice tech, and pair of side-girls. Not too bad, in hindsight.

I returned to my Applebase to continue my research,

After Peach drained my balls of more Apple Juice, I began the creation of two extra love potions, Haste and Beauty.

*Ding.

You have created a new formula. Haste 4.0. Grants +40 AGI and +20 PER. When drank by women, adds + 10 affection to the Gamer. Mild pain.

You have created a new formula. Beauty 3.0. Grants +10 STR, +10 END and + 50 CHA. When drank by women, adds + 15 affection to the Gamer. Mild pain.

"How is it, sweet Apple?" Peach asked as my potion machine chimed pleasantly for success.

"Nothing too exciting, little Peach. Haste gives a bit of speed, and Beauty gives more beauty." I answered with a careless shrug.

"I see. I want them anyways, even if I can never catch up with you. Plus, you'll find a beauty potion will open many hearts for you. Like that Lemon girl in the next room." Peach added in a wry tone.

"S-shut up, you pregnant minx! You were far worse when I found you. Even tried to murder poor Kara..." I muttered shyly, as I began to fill some vials with potions, and gave two to my wife and two I drank for myself.

Any extra points would be useful one day, even CHA. It sure made dealing with strange people or pretty alien sexy babes a lot easier.

Peach drank her potions, then smiled sweetly at me. "Want to ravish this naughty maid again?" she asked while transmuting her white lab coat into a skimpy maid outfit, barely holding her bodacious chest.

Ah. My dear wife knew me too well. I drew her mouth on my hard dick, while I played with her growing boobs. Pregnant women got bigger in the chest, you know? I do. Another reason to use my dick more often.

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Much later, I entered the mental therapy lab to work on my new foster sister. I was now far smarter and better equipped, and moved quite fast too.

In an hour, I had the basic programming ready, overwriting her previous childhood with one in which we knew each other well, and even knew Peach a little.

The Extermists part I faded to a distant memory, as if I tried to clean up the mental control and failed to succeed completely.

Then I slowly brought her out from dream state, and let her see me properly. " Apple? Wow, you've grown up into a hunk of a man! I bet bitches are throwing themselves at your dick now." Lemon noticed as she measured my well-built body.

I smiled and poked her forehead. " Silly Lemon. You got taken by some aliens to a planet called Angor, and they did stuff to your mind. I also found Peach, if you remember her. She was also kidnapped by some other guy." I said in a sad voice, and lifted her from the chair.

Lemon glanced around, then held out a hand to summon an energy sword. "Whoa! I didn't dream about this. I did get powers, after all." the exclaimed and waved the sword around with a modicum of skill.

"Weak powers, but sure. By the way, this ship is my Applebase. I do my research here." I answered with a wry tone, and floated away towards the kitchen.

"Wait! You can fly?" Lemon yelled and ran after me.

I poured myself some coffee and pointed at the fridge. "There's fruit juice in there, and booze in the top shelves"

As expected, Lemon raided the fridge for lemonade, then searched among the top shelves for a bottle of vodka.

"Ah, this is the good life! So what kind of research do you do, my geeky Apple?" she asked in her traditional mean streak, after sipping her favorite cocktail.

"This and that. I cured cancer, for example. And I make power potions too." I explained in an easy tone, and spread a dozen Miracles on the kitchen table.

Her eyes widened at the loot. "Whoa! No wonder you can fly now. You brew powers like I made this vodka cocktail." Lemon shouted in wonder, then eyed me again.

*Affection +1. 49/100

To make the conversion more believable, I didn't fully dial her affection from the start.

I smiled at her. "Care to try my stuff? This one is durability. This one speed. This one beauty..." I pointed at my wares like a snake oil peddler.

"Fuck. At least the beauty one. Not that I'm ugly, hear me?" she growled at me and grabbed the Beauty 3.0 vial like it was made of gold. Then drained it in one gulp.

"Phawww. Hurts a bit." she muttered while running to the bathroom to examine herself, and her new outlook.

A minute later, Lemon returned a bit flushed and hot in the cheeks. "I'm a supermodel now, you sweet, sweet Apple. I'll give you a blowjob later, as thanks." she offered in a careless tone, then resumed drinking from her vodka.

* Affection + 15. 64/100.

I think she will give me her lemon pussy too, if I asked.

"Peach, come see Lemon!" I shouted from the kitchen door.

Flying with her legs crossed, Peach arrived next to me in a second. "Oh. This is the girl from under the rails? Wasn't she always oily and thin like a rat?" Peach wondered a bit confused.

"You're the rat! And a pregnant rat too! I remember you, that peach-blonde hair always so clean and prim, because Apple brought you soap and food. I only had a pet rat that brought me food sometimes...even salami slices" Lemon complained in an outraged tone.

I held out a hand, and spanked Lemon with a telekinetic hand. " Peach is my wife now, and the baby rat inside her is mine. You don't like it here on my ship, you can step out the airlock, Lemon!" I pointed out towards a random hallway.

Lemon measured me, then glanced back at the filled kitchen. "Sorry, Apple. You can fuck my face if you want." Lemon offered in a begging voice.

Peach frowned for a second, then nodded. "You do that, hubby. Fuck her lemon face for me. But give her a Bastion first, or her jaw will break."I sighed a little. Maybe a mean girl wasn't the perfect match. Oh well. Lemonade worked anyways.