While Emilia is making coffee, the good stuff this time, I closed my eyes and reviewed my stats, trying to see what had changed.

Pef Wizard, Level 15. HP 250+50, MP 140, SP 50

Main profession: Gamer (+1 to all attributes, +10 all Skills)

Secondary profession: Wizard (+2 to Int, Will and Mag)

Tertiary profession: Detective (+2 to Per, +10 Awareness, + 10 Logic)

Strength: 25

Agility: 25

Endurance: 25

Intelligence: 11

Wisdom: 10

Willpower: 25

Magic: 14

Perception: 11

Charisma: 10

Free points:0

Athletics: 20

Awareness: 33

Carouse: 21

Commerce: 20

Demolition: 22

Intimidation: 20

Logic: 33

Lore: 20

Medic: 40

Persuasion: 20

Tech use: 100

Weapons: 20

Free skill points: 0

Nothing here, that I didn't know.

Perks:

*Gamer body. Your body now mostly follows the rules of a Gamer and is immune to aging effects. If your HP reach 0, you will die again. +1 to all attributes, +10 to all Skills.

*Gamer mind. Your mind is fortified and will withstand most mental and psychological attacks. MP create a buffer against any mental attacks.

*Gamer soul. Your soul is fortified and will withstand most soul attacks. SP provide a buffer against any soul attacks.

Wizard. +2 to Int, Will and Mag.

Detective.+2 to Per, +10 Awareness, + 10 Logic.

Mana Manipulation. You can now manipulate mana easier.

Jack of All. +10 to all Skills.

Light of the soul. You have fortified your soul against darkness. You may purify moderate corruption. Consumes 2 SP/sec.

Dark Magic. Your soul can fight back. Or just attack someone's soul with moderate strength. Consumes 1 SP/sec.

Engineer. You can now use any technological device that you know the purpose of. Int+1. Per+1.

Well...this had changed, quite radically. Lady Fortuna had indeed blessed me. I should bring her a gift basket or something.

Also, I gained +1 Carouse from my drinking feat last night. I never realized how much Emilia could drink. Luckily I didn't try to have my way with her before, by plying her with drinks.

"Wizard...here is your coffee. One sugar and a drop of milk, like you asked in that dinner." Emilia said in a homey voice, and held up my coffee cup.

Already house trained, was she?

I drank my coffee in silence. Not sure what to do now...

"Did you really abuse me last night?" she asked in a wary tone.

I turned and stared at her wavering eyes. She was about to cry.

"A little bit, yes. But no butt-stuff. We're not that close." I said in a light tone, making her smile thinly.

"Good. I was this close from asking Supergirl to come here and twist your neck around." she replied in a colder tone, holding her fingers really close.

*Affection+4. 45/100

I just leaned on my pillow and offered her to enter my bed, simply by raising the silk duvet for an invitation.

She sighed and climbed in my bed, then wrapped herself around my torso.

"I did take more seduction courses. Why aren't you impressed?" she muttered while drawing her nails on my skin.

"Oh, but I am. You are extremely pretty, Emilia. However, if I do take you, I want you just for myself. Sexually, I mean." I commented in a more serious tone.

Her hand dropped lower and grabbed little Peffy. "Ummm. Despite what you may think, I don't sleep around, idiot!" Emilia muttered as she stroked me lightly.

"Fine. You may give me a blowjob. Just this once, because you're sad. Nothing more!" I offered in a light voice.

As she descended under the duvet for her prize, I closed my eyes and just relaxed.

Much later, she emerged with a satisfied look and gulped for me to see.

*Affection+5. 50/100. Sex is available.

"Alright. Climb on. I have a free morning anyways." I allowed in a generous tone.

Smiling widely, like she gained a plush tiger at a fare, Emilia climbed on my dick and began riding with an excited face.

*Ding

You have lost your V-card. +1 free attribute. Enjoy!

The System was being nice to me as well. An excellent morning, all things considered.

Much later, Emilia crashed on top of me, filled with love. Liquid love.

"I do need some tech to bring back to the agency..." she muttered as she drew circles on my chest with her nails.

"You realize I try to keep my identity secret, right? The Grey Wizard is a superhero, I am just a wealthy industrialist. And I don't think Batman would do something like reveal my identity to the government." I said in a lazy, but a bit colder tone.

She tensed for a second, then continued her circles. "Fine, that was me. But, only to my boss. However, Bats did out your 'inter-stellar teleport', it is in my files as a source. The supers are also planing to create a Justice League, as to prevent more invasions like the Imperium. Or the Butterflies."

I sighed audibly and hugged Emilia. "I know about the Justice League. But your should never out a superhero, not even to your boss. They will write it down in a file, or a database, and any villain with a bit of power will have the information too. Now I have to wipe this info from their mind."

"...You can do that? I mean, sure you're a Wizard, but not a strong one." Emilia asked in a surprised voice.

"Don't worry about that. So, I can make some teleport bracelets for the Department of Extranormal Operations . But they need to be calibrated for each person. People are much larger than a Butterfly. More volume and mass means different calibrations, and a lot of computer power. And I also want something in return." I explained in a peaceful voice.

"We do have a limited budget...oh! You mean alien devices and stuff." she realized after a minute.

"Exactly. I don't have time to fly around rescuing cats, but when the next invasion comes, you'd want me to be prepared, right?" I asked rhetorically.

"Obviously. I live on this planet too! You think I want some alien overlord to rule over me?" Emilia growled in a cute tone.

"Good. Set up a meeting with your boss and the people who deserve teleport bracelets. Also, you may request a transfer to the Star City department. You need to practice your seduction more." I added with a wry tone.

She blushed a little, and punched my shoulder. "Only because you have good booze. And a great dick. Nothing else!" she muttered in a shy tone.

Of course. "You can also call me Pef. In private only." I said in a softer voice.

"Mhmm. You may call me Lady Emilia then. In private only." she answered in a satisfied tone.

I knew getting myself a Lord title will work with the ladies. At least one of them anyways. But Emilia was enough. I was quite lucky to find her.

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It was later that day, after Emilia left and my work on the low-tech bracelets was over, that I figured out why the system screen bugged me that much.

The math didn't match. At level 8, I had 8 points in every attribute stat. They stopped growing at some point.

'System...' I almost growled.

*Yeah...you figured it out.

'And the lack of progress from training. Most spells not working. What is going on?' I asked in a milder voice.

*There is a small possibility you might destroy this multiverse, should you grow too fast. Or too evil.

'I live here! I defend this place. Why would I destroy it?' I asked in a disappointed voice.

*Humans are doing stupid things all the time.

I didn't have anything to say to that. It was not only true, but a physical constant like gravity. People did do stupid things, all the time. Even myself, sometimes.

'Being wiser might help?' I tried in a hesitant voice.

*We shall see. New quest:

-Save Star City from The_Undertaking

-Save Star City from The_Siege

-Save Star City from The_Outbreak

On one hand, the System wasn't very pleased with me. Possibly something to do with how I dealt with the Butterflies.

On the other, my city was about to be attacked multiple times.

I had a mild guess when and how things would happen, due to lore and some vague memories of the comics.

But I also kept an ear to the ground, and heard about a new wonder drug called Vertigo. Also some cases of death, mostly after being injected in the veins. I wanted samples of this Vertigo as well as weaponizing it for use against villains.

Leaving an email to my lawyers to complete the buy order for the Winick_Tower building, I dressed up in my grey suit, then added a few armor plates and a helmet. Unless I was in lightspeed, vigilantism was rather dangerous, with criminals shooting to kill. Not that I was any less deadly, to be fair.

Sure, I could fake a Batman and jump from roof to roof, then beat up people with my fists, but then the criminals would mostly return to the streets without much consequences, even if arrested.

Death might be a harsh penalty, but then I also didn't care about their lives. I also could care less about Gotham and its silly residents that tolerated crime like it was bad coffee. Gotham could burn.

But since Star City was now the headquarters of my tech company, plus the residence of most of my employees, well. No crime in my city. If I had to kill thousands more criminals, it would be my pleasure.

Still being a vigilante didn't mean I had to be stupid. My newest rail gun was rather silent, allowing for distance shots with no gunfire sound to give me away, or alert the SCPD.

I hit about a dozen drug dens, and small gangs, sometimes using Intimidation or Persuasion to find out my next location, before neutralizing the targets, collecting the loot and setting fire to the drugs.

It was going great, until a green-dressed elf jumped next to me, bow in hand. "Who are you, and what are you doing in MY city?" he asked in a defiant voice.

"Tracking Vertigo dealers. And you?" I asked in a mild voice, glad I had my Shadows to obscure my shape.

"...The same." he admitted in a gruff tone.

"Nice hood." I complimented him, since I was also wearing a hood over my helmet.

"That's actually...my name. The Hood." he added in a confused tone.

"So, a vigilante with no superpowers, and a bow. No protection either. Rather cute." I commented with a light voice, then jumped onto the next building, leaving the poor Oliver Queen behind.

Some twenty minutes later, the Hood ran out from the fire escape stairwell, sounding rather ragged. Must have climbed down, then ran up the stairs...50 floors. Excellent feat, for a normal human.

"...Wait. We should collaborate. How should I call you?" he asked as he sat beside and drew a few deep breaths.

"If I'm dressed like this, Apple. As for collaboration, you need to get powers or a suit of some kind. Heard of Mirakuru , the Japanese made it in the war ?" I provided in a helpful tone.

"I did hear about it. And saw what it does. Most people die, the rest go crazy." the Hood argued with a wary voice.

"Not quite true. Surely, technology has advanced a little since 1944. Or 1644, in your case." I added with a hint of irony.

The Hood stared at his bow, for a second. "Listen...I have a good reason to use..." he began arguing, but I just jumped to the next building, leaving the poor archer stranded on another roof.

He must be just starting the vigilante business, not even a grappling hook?

Oh well. Everyone learns at their own pace.

I had a meeting with a Count to keep. Known as Count Vertigo among drug dealers (and some users), Cecil_Adams was a piece of crap, polluting MY city with his drugs.

Dozens of people were found dead in the streets, with double puncture marks on their necks from a special double-tipped syringe. Thus, the Count Dracula association.

*Beep, beep.

My wrist watch signaled there were 40 seconds left in the day. I did another check of my surroundings, then hid under my Shadows and vanished.

No longer needing to use a slow rail gun, I just rushed at lightspeed and began Observing, then sentencing the criminals in their lair.

*Soon Li Jian, age 43

Criminal, drug dealer, robber, rapist...

I didn't read the rest. Slice and dice, loot and move on. Even a machete can slice through a man and his clothes with ease, when moving at lightspeed.

About 3 seconds later, I returned to my own lair deep underground to clean up and rest a little. Soap, water then an air dryer, nothing fancy in the secondary lair. Sadly, the Count wasn't there in the buiilding, but the product was. I had enough Vertigo now to dose a thousand villains and test the effects.

Placing my teleporting bracelet on, I vanished from the trap lair and arrived on my Imperium spaceship, which did look like an apple from far away. Coincidences had a way of tying things together in this universe.

Here at Bernard's Star, where the Imperium mothership was parked, there was no surveillance or accidental discovery.

Sure, some Green Lantern might stumble onto the ship, but then I would have some warning and the self-destruct. Always have your hidden lair with a self-destruct. Rule number 1, right?

A dozen corpses flew from my storage into the pit, where the Mirakuru dosed criminals ripped them to shreds and ate them.

Batch 0036 was just as unstable as the previous 35. Might as well test the Vertigo on them before disposal. Rumor was, vein injections were terribly painful.

While shooting with my tranquilizer gun at the crazy inmates, I had a stupid idea and just had to use. Now that the new day had come, and I wouldn't die even if HP reached 0.

So I stabbed myself with Vertigo, and promptly regretted. It was beyond painful, something I should only use on hard criminals and supervillains.

Thus, an hour later, I did it again. Then again.

'Pain is simply weakness leaving my body. I am far too weak, if so much weakness leaves me from a single syringe...' I muttered to myself at the fifth dose.

*Through idiotic training and immense suffering, the Gamer has obtained a new Perk.

*Pain suppression. +1 End, +1 Will. You feel only 90% of any pain.

I fell on my back and pumped my fist at the ceiling. Take that, universe!