Grandpa Universe In Multiverse

Chapter 107: A Dog Lover and Marvel

"I am the big boss of the high table and owns it." He read on his phone.

"Where are we now, boss?" Dobby asked.

"I think we are in John Wick and from the look of that tent. We are in the 3rd part. Let's go and see what's happening there."

He walked on the sand. Alexander and Dobby were both in their usual Jedi Robes. When they reached the tent a guard pointed his gun at him.

Alexander just took out a coin carved out of a big diamond. It was his identity token as the owner of the High Table.

"Forgive me for my insolence, King," the guard said and opened the curtain for him to enter. The King was his title as the owner of the high table.

He entered the nice tent and saw the Elder sitting on a nice cushioned chair. In front of him, John Wick was kneeling.

Just as he entered, Alexander waved his hand and turned the Elder into a goat.

John Wick quickly took out his gun and pointed at Alexander. Then he realized what he just saw.

"What did you do?" He asked weakly. Still weakened from his trek in the desert.

Alexander checked John Wick's sins.

||John Wick - Category 2

Murder - 1,267

Sin percentage - 48%(reduced from 59% for saving 20,789 puppies)||

~no wonder he'd go to such lengths to avenge his dog~

"I am the King. People in your kind of business might have heard about me. Though most of you dismiss the idea that there could be someone owning the high table." Alexander introduced himself.

John looked at the old man in front of him. He had also heard rumors of there being a king but dismissed it as bored men's blabbering.

"What did you do to him?" He asked.

"Haha... Son, there are some things in the world that are better left unknown. Trust me, you don't want to involve yourself in my business. Now, tell me why did you seek this goat?" Alexander said, pointing at the Elder.

"I-I want another chance. I am ready to work under the table again." He replied.

"Hmm, why? You didn't do anything wrong after all. Isn't it Santino D'Antonio's fault that this has happened? He broke the rules and faced the consequences. Sure, you killed him on continental grounds, but still. The high table created the problem by itself. So, I can give you another chance to retire and live like you always wanted to, but before that, you'll be joining me in removing the whole organization of the high table and the continental." Alexander calmly stated.

He was shocked by what he was hearing and even more shocked by what he was being asked to do.

"Why?"

"Well, because I want it that way. I am a good guy, Mr. John. I don't like killing people. The High Table was created in ancient times to provide security to the rich but now they provide a means to murder. It's really going against the founding principles. So, it must be removed." He explained.

John nodded. He knew that the organization was very old but not its founding principles. Actually, Alexander was just bullsh*tting. No one could retort anything he said after all.

"I'll be honored to work with you." John stood up.

"Haha...good man. Now follow me." Alexander said and walked out of the tent.

As soon as they were out, Alexander pointed his finger at the tent and burned it down. Including all the people and the goat/elder.

John just quietly looked at the magic. Not asking as he doesn't want to involve himself in any more mess.

Alexander took out the anywhere door. As soon as he opened it he was greeted by city noises. Cars, trucks, and pigeons.

John also followed in after Dobby. His jaw nearly fell when he realized where they were.

"H-How are we in New York?" He asked. Just a second ago he was six thousand miles away.

"Haha... Magic," Dobby whispered.

"John, do you know how to find the Bowery King?" Alexander asked.

"Yes, I can take you there." He replied.

"Good, then just point to the direction" Alexander replied. The three flew in the air.

John started to hyperventilate at first but then slowly became normal.

"Enjoy flying, son. You won't get to experience this again"

...

After a while, he came to the Bowery King. Without speaking much he punished all the major criminals. Death was the punishment. Then he chose 100 random beggars and used mind arts to make then good people. Then he gave them enough knowledge to start a rag picking and restoration business. The whole homeless people organization was going to go legit now. He also cursed the top hundred positions in the organization to never go bad.

"Now, let's go to continental. I want to eat something nice." Alexander spoke.

The three flew to the hotel front. Alexander removed the invisibility charm and they entered the building.

"Oh, so many bad people in one place. Makes my job so much easier," He said as he walked through the lobby.

"Killing here is prohibited." Jon tried to remind.

"Haha... That rule is for pawns like you, Mr. Wick, not for the King"

They reached the end of the lobby where the hotel concierge was standing.

He looked at John in surprise. "It seems that you have resolved the situation, Mr. Wick"

"Tell Winston to come and have lunch with me," Alexander ordered.

"And who might you be, sir?" Charon asked.

"Oh, where are my manners? I am the King." Alexander took out his diamond token.

Charon's eyes widened in shock and deeply bowed to him.

"Please follow me, sir. The manager is talking with the adjudicator." He took them to the open terrace restaurant.

"Sir, Mr. Wick, and King have come to see you," he announced.

Winston and the adjudicator turned their heads. First, they were shocked by seeing John and then confused by Alexander. No one knew what King looked like after all.

Alexander just took out his token and showed it to them. The Adjudicator quickly stood up with fear-filled eyes and gave him her seat.

"Thank you. Though you have sinned too much." Alexander waved his hand and her body got disintegrated like Thanos snapped his finger.

"So, Winston. You own this hotel I heard. How's the business going?" Alexander asked and took a sip from a new glass of wine that Charon brought.

"Everything's fine, sir. I am honored that you've come to my establishment. What can I do for you?" He respectfully asked with a bit of fear.

"Well, you know. I am shutting down the High Table. No bad work anymore. We're all going to be good men from now on. Oh... I forgot to invite the owners of other continentals around the world and also the rest of the high table members"

Alexander silently Accio them. One by one many people started to appear. Alexander made anyone with too violent crimes disappear. All the members of the high table died. Many continental owners survived though.

As usual, he used his mind arts to make them good guys and some curses as insurance. Then he dissolved the whole organization with the help of his elves to obliviate a lot of people.

Like the women working in the administration branch.

Then he looked at John Wick. "You are free now. Stay away from trouble, will you? Also, take this puppy and care for him."

John nodded to his advice and took the husky puppy lovingly.

Alexander flew away to the market. His job was done in the world and he'd be gone in 15 minutes. And that is exactly how much time he had for his shopping spree.

He bought anything and everything. Cars, tanks, planes, ships, toys, seeds, liquor, clothes, guns, movies, etc. The reason being that he didn't know where he'd end up next. It could be an advanced or medieval world.

Soon, he quickly sent Dobby into the pocket dimension and he went through the same experience.

...

*BOOM*

Sleeping Alexander woke up.

"What the hell Dobby, what happened?" Alexander yelled.

"Boss, we've been shot. We're losing altitude. I have dealt with the pursuers though," Dobby replied from the pilot's seat.

They both were currently inside a B-29 bomber aircraft. There were just two of them. Alexander was in a military uniform with 2 stars on each shoulder. Signifying his rank of Major General. Dobby had a silver eagle on his shoulders signifying his rank of Colonel.

They were both headed to New York from Egypt. He was going back because of a certain secret experiment that was soon to be done.

*SPLASH*

The plane crashed in the Mediterranean sea. Alexander and Dobby swam out.

"Well, what do we do boss?" Dobby asked.

"Argh... Well. Let's just swim to the shore. At least that will give the gorilla some time to tell everyone what we've been up to since the time we arrived in this world." Alexander spoke and started swimming.

"Okay, Boss. Swimming is good for your health anyway." Dobby swam near him.

But then Alexander had an idea, "Hey, let's race. Whoever reaches the shore first, wins, and the loser will cook for the next whole month."

"But we don't even know which direction to go."

"Doesn't matter, we're in the Mediterranean sea. Let's just choose a random direction. We'll eventually end up on some shore."

"Alright, let's do this then." Dobby accepted the challenge.

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