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Synopsis:

In a world where heroes and villains wage endless battles, one man rises—not as a hero, nor as a mere villain, but as an unstoppable ruler. With no knowledge of the plot and no destined fate guiding him, he forges his own legend through sheer strategy, manipulation, and power.

Granted a mysterious system that delivers random daily rewards—ranging from powerful artifacts to trivial items—he turns every opportunity into a weapon. From gathering intelligence on the secret identities, weaknesses, and loved ones of Earth’s greatest figures to orchestrating their downfall, he ensures that both heroes and villains kneel before him.

Through political mastery and criminal dominance, he conquers the underworld, seizes control of governments, and reshapes the world’s power structure. But his ambitions extend beyond Earth—Apokolips, Olympus, Heaven, Hell, and the vast cosmos will all fall under his rule.

As Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman either fall or submit, and Darkseid, Trigon, and Brainiac are neutralized, the multiverse trembles before the Dark Sovereign. No force, no god, no celestial being can challenge his reign.

The age of heroes is over. A new order begins.

Tags:

#VillainProtagonist #System #OverpoweredMC #DCUniverse #Harem #PoliticalIntrigue #UnderworldKing #MultiversalDomination #AntiHero #MindGames #StrategicGenius #NoPlotKnowledge #HeroesDefeated #GodlyPower #Supervillain #NewWorldOrder
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Dark Sovereign: The Rise of the Absolute Ruler

Superman's expression remained unreadable, but Alexander knew better. Doubt. That was the first step—make a god question himself, and suddenly, he wasn't so invincible anymore.

Clark took a slow breath, his eyes narrowing. "I don't know what you're planning, but it won't work."

Alexander smirked. "That's the beauty of it—you don't have to believe in my plans for them to succeed."

Selina chuckled beside him, lazily tracing a finger across the desk. "He hates this. The whole… political angle. He's used to problems he can punch."

Superman's gaze flicked to her. "And you're just… what? Going along with this?"

Selina rolled her eyes. "Oh, Clark. You still don't get it, do you?" She walked toward Alexander and slipped into his lap with practiced ease, draping an arm around his shoulders. "I'm not going along with anything. I'm part of it."

Alexander's fingers traced along Selina's thigh absentmindedly as he kept his focus on Superman. "She's not my hostage, if that's what you're thinking. She's my wife. My partner. And unlike you, Clark, I don't keep secrets from the people I love."

Clark Kent had spent his entire life balancing two personas. The hero and the man. The alien and the human. The greatest weakness of a man who stood above the world was the simple fact that he still wanted to belong to it. He cared about rules. About morals.

"Why don't we stop pretending?" Alexander set his drink down and leaned forward. "You're not here because I'm a criminal. You're here because I'm an unknown. Luthor, Joker, Brainiac… they're predictable. But me?" He smirked. "I'm something different."

"I build, Clark," Alexander continued. "While you spend every day cleaning up after a world that never truly fixes itself, I create infrastructure. Order. I'm not a threat to this city. I'm its future."

Superman exhaled. "You don't get to decide the future of Metropolis."

Alexander tilted his head. "Neither do you."

Superman's head snapped up instantly. Alexander, of course, already knew what it was—Lex Luthor.

An explosion rocked the city a few blocks away. Through the glass windows of the penthouse, a plume of smoke and fire rose into the air, followed by the unmistakable mechanical whir of LexCorp's latest war machine.

Alexander chuckled. "Go on, Clark. Do what you do best. Clean up the mess."

Superman lingered for just a second longer, studying him, as if trying to unravel the game being played. Then, with a burst of speed, he was gone.

Selina sighed dramatically. "You really know how to get under his skin."

Alexander smiled, watching as Superman disappeared into the distance.

"He's the first," he murmured. "But he won't be the last."

Selina shifted in his lap, brushing a hand through his hair. "And what's the next step, oh mighty king-to-be?"

Alexander exhaled slowly. "We're going to own Metropolis. Not as criminals. Not as warlords. But as the ones who built it."

"By the time we're done, he'll have two choices—serve us, or fall."

Chapter 8: The First Crack