I'm Beginnin' to Feel like a Mecha God, Mecha God

I'll admit that I went too far, and the glittering city beneath me made of Adamantine, Uru, Vibranium, 8th Metal, Nth Metal, and 10th Metal - one of eight that now exist under the sea - would stand till the end of time as a testament to my over reaction to people that actually like me.

I blame the Atlanteans for the obscene splendor beyond any godly paradise all around me. After all, if they hadn't been so quick to accept me as their high king and as their god I'd have never been willing to crack out the true possibilities of my exploits. That would have all just stayed with me.

You see, I had three sources of infinite energy locked up tight where only me and maybe the Presence can get to them. So I decided to test just how 'infinite' these sources actually are. Between the Sage Force and the knowledge of high technology gleaned from both the Darkhold and millennia of research, I built a power relay between this universe and the MCU. A power relay hooked up to the three sealed Secret Forces on one end and the Reality Stone on the other.

While I did this I had the Klyntar Demons scour Egypt for a crashed Thanagarian Warship and what do you know, they found it. So I had access to Nth Metal, and the Trident of Neptune/Poseidon/Atlan is made of 8th Metal, and finally the core of my captured Fatherbox is 10th Metal. I took them to the MCU and set the stone to replicate them, along with Adamantine, Vibranium, and Uru. It was a stress test of infinite power and by golly, it turns out the Secret Forces are in fact infinite.

So I have six types of god metal in endless quantities, though not all god metals are created equal… at least until they've been treated by the god of the forge. Did I fail to mention Knull was a forge god? That topic kinda gets lost in the deep deep deep abyss of edge regarding the guy, but he got his start as a forge god who made a living sword capable of ending a celestial.

Man that dude is something special. Thank God he needed a long nap after wrecking a massive pantheon of golden tech gods.

Anyhow I entered my hyperbolic time chamber once more with my infinite supply of god metal and put my divinity and cheat code forces to work. I had to build an entire Forge World just to have all the equipment needed to discover the true secrets of these materials, their alloys and isotopes included.

Vibranium, the lowest in innate quality and the most flawed, surrendered itself to me with little resistance, like a girlfriend that wants it but wants to feel wanted so she makes you get a little pushy. God I hate that crap.

I found the most use out of treating the substance with the Life Force, shifting its radioactive emissions to purely beneficial for life. After working out Vibranium Cancer and Vibranium Canceling, the substance holds the greatest use for the standard citizen.

After all, the standard citizen doesn't get much use at all out of Adamantine and its massive defensive properties. The golden metal of the Marvel gods prevents magical and psionic manipulation, and even no sells reality warping. Adamantine was the me of divine metals, the Abjurer's metal.

Uru and 8th Metal worked along similar veins with their wild enchantability, capacity for energy storage, and energy amplification. Not as simple to work with as Adamantine, but capable of far more versatility in the hands of a true artist.

Nth Metal is were things start getting real fucky. If Vibranium has ever impressed you with its versatility and completely out their uses, then Nth Metal will leave you wondering how the hell anything can ever compare with this stuff.

First off, Nth Metal has gravity powers. That is pretty up front as a use, the Thanagarians get a lot of mileage like that. Those fucking plebeians.

If you use Nth Metal correctly, it becomes a Symbiote. An honest to god Symbiote like Venom and the All-Black, but more like the All-Black as it doesn't come with an annoying as hell voice in your head telling you to eat brains. Nth Metal doesn't care if you eat anything at all as it will sustain you through even the harshest of environments. If you get dinged up it will regenerate you. If you get too dinged up it will resurrect you. If that isn't an option it will reincarnate you, and always return to your side like the best mix of Thor's Hammer and a golden retriever.

Don't want other people using magic around you, Nth Metal will put a stop to that bullshit. It'll even fuck up ghosts. Gladly too. And that is big money with me cause fuck ghosts. Nth Metal will halt regenerators who are bothering you. And if you need a boost Nth Metal will power you up no matter how strong you were to start with. Is that not enough? Nth Metal will gladly store massive amounts of energy for you to use later.

Nth Metal not good enough for you? It'll adapt to become even more beneficial for its chosen user.

But what if you have a god complex? What can Nth Metal do for that? How about granting cosmic awareness to the point that you can see beyond the membrane of reality, or to see the true nature and desires of the people around you? Reality Warping? Nth Metal has your god complex covered down to the quantum level. How about some Chronokinesis, cause that's on the table too.

Fuck me, I am an actual god and this metal is making me feel inferior.

And finally there is 10th Metal or Element X. Or as I like to call it, deliver me from this plot hole metal. 10th Metal turns into whatever you want it to be. Make a suit of armor out of it and you are as strong as you will yourself to be. You can be a total schmuck, but so long as God forgot to put the quit in you 10th Metal will just make you infinitely powerful. And 10th Metal will give you visions of the future so that you can be guided to exactly where the writer needs you to be, and you will be as strong as he needs you to be, and you'll have whatever McGuffin he needs you to have.

Because 10th Metal.

That shit is damn handy when you want to build some shit.

Didn't take much effort to turn myself into a titanic mecha god, but don't worry about my sweet god bod and killer stache, for I went trinitarian with it and made myself all man, all machine, and all divine energy. The Messiah, Omnissiah, and Magissiah. The master of biology, technology, and magic.

I forcibly assimilated the Infinity Stones except the Mind Stone and learned their secrets, unchained and unmade them, and integrated what was left. My golden partner merged with the Sage Force and then with me, becoming a willing part of a greater whole. The others, though useless as Stones outside of their home universe, their knowledge and power when unshackled by form is ubiquitous.

Now you may find yourself thinking, well jeez Mark, you win. You are the man. Snap your fingers and make reality your bitch. Let all that is be paradise. But power is a side hobby of mine. And this is comics. There is always some bullshit around the bend that makes the previous being of infinite might look like a little bitch.

Power Creep is the real enemy.

On top of that I am in DC trying to figure out for myself how to get people to not be so shitty. I know, way to set the bar high, but I'm not the first omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent being to try to get people to not be shitty, and as far as I know without flexing all that power no one has ever succeeded.

I plan to be the first. Which is why I am currently on set at GBS News waiting for G. Gordon Godfrey to finish his opening monologue, a speech filled with all the vitriol of Jay Jonah Jameson has for Spider-Man, but wonderfully crafted to hit many members of the League, but artfully miss myself and my daughters.

Not that G. Gordon doesn't want to tear strips out of us after what we did to his homeboys from Apokolips, but the Glorious Godfrey is a consummate professional agitator, someone to cast aspersions and make dramatic reveals, not deliver genuine fighting words with his guests.

"And now for first time in studio, GBS brings you all an actual member of the 'Justice League'." Godfrey announced with dripping disdain at the name, "You all may be wondering which of these colorful heroes displayed the grit to come before the world and sit in the hot seat. Is it the 'Man of Steel' or perhaps the Amazonian diplomat, maybe the Flash. He seems the most willing to give interviews however brief they may be. No, not one of them, instead we have on tonight the most mysterious member of the League and its seemingly most accessible. I give you all, Markus Sebastian Grayson!"

The television host and I met in the middle of his staged broadcast center and shook hands, during which I pulled the man bodily to me and clapped a hand around his shoulder.

"Thank you for having me on tonight, Gordon." I grinned as we separated, "I admire the global reach this station has painstakingly built. A world wide news network. Glorious."

If the shot across the bow phased Glorious Godfrey, he didn't show it, competence in a minion, remarkable.

"Mind the G." he spoke, cool as a cucumber, as we took our seats for the interview.

"I never fail too." I grinned and slung my arms over the back of the couch, "Do we live in a universe where Roosevelt declared, 'The only thing we have to fear is fear itself'?"

"Great words from a great man." Godfrey confirmed as he leaned over his desk with an arm supporting him.

"How ignorant he must seem these days." I chuckled and tilted my head back to rest on my mountainous traps, "Two alien armies show up on Earth the same day and duke it out for the fate of the species. One wins, one loses, and humanity is left wondering what comes next. Seems like a mighty reason to feel afraid: the capricious whims of alien gods. Though I guess Darkseid and myself at least have the benefit of consistency.

Though I can't figure the motive for conquering universes in this multiverse. They are so… here today gone tomorrow. Though, I guess… when you are a conceptual being capable of being eradicated by a metaphor… it's best to distract yourself in the day to do day details. Though it is more apparent for an outsider looking in."

"Don't think for even and instant that either I or the audience can be bamboozled by your patented word vomit, Mr. Grayson." Godfrey began his verbal assault, "You said many things, but nothing to assuage the public of the intentions of the alien army you have operating on this planet at this very time."

"Why would anyone care about the Klyntar?" I turned my head over and fixed him with the gaze of a single eye, "I am here."

"I fail to see how the master being present eases the tension and anxiety spread by the presence of an army forcibly occupying the planet?" Godfrey circled his point and I hummed in response.

"I see. You misunderstood." I explained with an exaggerated exhale, "I meant to convey a puzzlement over why anyone would fear the Klyntar when I am so much worse. Is it because I have a friendly face? After all, the Klyntar could wipe all you humans out in under a minute. I can do it with just a thought. Do you get the dissonance?"

"Are you threatening the people of the world?!" Godfrey gasped and stood up.

"Why would I threaten anyone?" I mused, "Do you think it would accomplish anything?"

"Why yes it would. Fear mongering to promote your expanding Church of Mark." Godfrey analyzed the situation.

"Fear is an old tool. I am onto new avenues these days." I shrugged, "I'd say it the times changing, but it's just me. You ever listen to Cheap Trick. That's were I am at right now. A little less needy, but the thought is there. Ya' know."

"You realize that 'I want you to want me' is about narcissism, not love, correct?" Godfrey shot at me.

"Yeah, but it is a sad Immortal that isn't in love with himself." I chuckled and assumed a less cavalier posture, "And besides, if you are spending your days worrying about me and my army destroying the world, you may have missed us cleaning all the trash out of the ocean and the rapidly improving air quality across the world."

Glorious Godfrey and I ran back and forth for nearly forty minutes in my first televised interview, the first of many to come.