John Williams
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The seed of creation brought a completely different inner voice to Max's consciousness that was different from the seed of destruction but not quite the opposite. While understanding the motivations of the seed of destruction were easy as it prompted him to simply destroy without bias, to understand the motivations of the seed of creation were harder as it toyed with Max's mind in ways that made it impossible to distinguish its voice from those of his own desire. Since the dark realm was empty and…
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Max was a changed man the moment he stepped out of the dark realm and returned to the Rajput Capital. Gone were his hesitations, gone were the shackles that bound him, as the man that came out was the Max of old who was singularly focused on achieving his goals. The seed of destruction's influence still ran rampant in his consciousness as he was constantly hounded by its voice in his head with any deterioration in his mental health holding the potential to result in a relapse of control. However,…
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It took Max a good five days to slowly regain his senses as he felt completely lost about where he was or why he could see absolutely nothing. For a moment he wondered if he had gone blind? But then memories came flooding back to him as he realised exactly what happened. He was currently inside the dark realm, the contingency plan that he had made with the universal queen in case he ever lost control and behaved like a madman bent on destroying the universe which was why there was a perpetual coat of…
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Max had explicitly informed the queen that in the event that he lost control from being consumed by the power of the seeds, she was to immobilise and detain him by any means necessary. The two had thought long and hard about how to proceed with this plan and about which technique would be best suited to restrain a mad Max and the solution that they came up with was to send Max to an alternate dimension all by himself. It was the signature move of the vampire king Dracula who had perfected this move…
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-10,000,000 -4,000,000 -10,000,000 -4,000,000 -10,000,000 -4,000,000 Both Max and the perfect warrior lost HP rapidly as they both stared into one another's eyes. Max's grip on the perfect warrior's neck was ironclad while the perfect warrior's grip on Max's neck was tight as well. Neither was willing to let the other one go and were throwing punches at each other's faces from a point blank range. *Thud* *Thud* *Thud* -5,000,000 -1,000,000 Max took about five million in damage with…
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(Max's POV) Max watched helplessly as the universal queen shielded his family from the perfect warrior's assault, while his wives were compelled to flee. The attack unfolded right at his home, under his very nose, yet the perfect warrior's time freeze spell left him powerless to intervene. "FUCK…FUCK…FUCK!" Max screamed, after being overwhelmed with frustration as he questioned the point of being the Supreme Lord of the universe if he couldn't even defend his home from invaders? He realised…
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Max calmly assessed the situation that he was in. The biggest advantage that he currently held over the perfect warrior was his numerical superiority. He had the universal queen and Drax to help him within the isolated barrier that he had created and while he alone might not be a match for the perfect warrior, the three of them together surely had to be. To tilt the odds in his favour even more, Max decided to use the move creating yet another opponent to face the perfect warrior making it four…
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Max charged towards the perfect warrior not daring to underestimate his strength. Suddenly disappearing from the front, Max began his assault using his signature dimensional barrage, however, the very first time as he closed in on his opponent to land a hit, the perfect warrior seemed to already notice his movement and was ready to counter as his eyes never left Max despite him travelling through the fourth dimension. " The heck…?" Max cursed as he abandoned the attack and moved far away from the…
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Drax's back was drenched in sweat and his feet were quivering even though he did not wish for them to as for the first time since he got a body of his own he felt the very 'alive' feeling called the fear of death. Never in a million years had he ever imagined that there would suddenly appear an opponent whose strength he would be unable to even fathom as staring that opponent in the eye with his own life on the line made him feel the fears of mortality. ' So this is what Max must have felt when he…
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