Grandpa Universe In Multiverse

Chapter 509: Exo-skeleton of self-satisfaction

After Alexander was done, there were some extra words about him donating a new high-tech training building with realistic simulation.

No one was able to envision such a building and imagine it as they had never seen it. Those students who had high imagination were getting excited and others were neutral.

Soon, the event came to an end and the news was already making the world go crazy.

Why crazy? Because of the crazy influence Golden Grandpa had. His wealth alone was more than the GDP of some small well-off countries. He was originally from the U.S.A. but because it was a hero world, nationalities were not big things.

Hence, some countries that had forcefully taken the assets of Alexander in the past were now feeling nervous. Soon, they sent their representatives to reimburse him. If it was physical property, for example, real estate, antiques, etc, they were returned to him. The rest of the things, for example, his money in a bank account and gold in his lockers was returned to him in cash with adjusted inflation. None of them wanted to be on his bad side.

So, in an instant, Alexander had nearly a trillion US dollars. The gross world product was worth was 90 trillion at the moment so it was imaginable what kind of overbearing personality he was even back in the days.

They were giving him money, he didn't reject it. Otherwise, he'd have to use his own gold but that would also cause the gold market to drop. But now he could openly use the money as it was already a part of the circulation.

In these few days, Alexander went to the Middle East and many African countries. For some reason, no matter which earth, this part of the planet was always war-torn. It was the playground of big countries to show off their strengths. They didn't even care about the civilians of that area, they just wanted to use their weapons.

One country comes then its rival comes. They do nothing but waste their taxpayer's money and then spend even more taxpayer's money in the name of humanitarian funds for the war-torn area that they themselves destroyed.

But, here the situation was worse due to Quirk. The army had quirk soldiers, civilians had quirks and even terrorists had quirks. And each quirk was different so dealing with such problems was even harder in this world for governments.

All the Hero organizations were also hypocritical. They only focused on their own borders and didn't do much for the world.

Alexander knew what he had to do.

"May God have mercy on your souls and send you to hell. My guy will be waiting for you there." Alexander announced.

He made all the terrorists stand in line and shoot each other in the head at point-blank. It was not just the terrorists though. Those who funded them were also standing in line. There were many big businessmen there. They were all crying for mercy. But, God had already shown them mercy by bringing them to life, now it was his duty to do justice. God's Advocate gotta feed his family after all.

*BOOM*

With a unified shot, all the terrorists and troubling people were dead. He just burned them and mixed their ashes in the sand.

"Okay, let's do the organizing work." He said to himself and started creating governments in bad countries. He would pick anyone from the streets and tell him to become the new president of his country. Of course, he first checked their brains and gave them knowledge of becoming a good leader.

"Boss, is this fine?" Douglas appeared.

Alexander angrily looked at Douglas, holding a toddler in his arms. The toddler had a lollipop in his mouth. He could guess that this was how Douglas wooed the kid.

"What the hell, Douglas, I'm looking for someone to become the president of Afghanistan," Alexander shouted.

Douglas scratched his head and put the kid down, who simply left. "Old man, I looked at the whole city, only kids were matching your criteria."

"Then search the country, we can't make a kid president." Alexander reminded him and sent him away.

...

Hell,

Deadpool had entry booth duty today. He hated this duty because he had nothing to do and just sat and waited all day for souls.

Luckily, he had made many friends in Hell and was able to pull some strings to make Darth Vader come and play chess with him. But he would often drag some people with him to talk to.

"Hahaha, man you must be the biggest fool of your galaxy. Hahaha, Palpatine was using Force Lightning right in front of you to kill Mace Windu. And you in the name of giving Palpatine a fair trial killed Mace Windu and then also the younglings.

"Bwahahaha... you are one creepy motherfucker and I LIKE THAT."

*Ting Ting*

Suddenly the bell on his table sounded. He looked and found a long line of people. Deadpool was shocked. "Wohoho... what do we have here? Ah, you all were sent by my juicy ass old man? Well, you had expedited delivery, welcome to hell, here we fulfill all your desires that you never wanted to be fulfilled."

He took them in and first had them go through a boiling oil bath to sanitize them. Cleanliness was a major thing in hell, and if you didn't act carefully you'd be charged a penalty.

"Come, this right here is an exo-skeleton of self-satisfaction. I don't like to brag but this was my invention. I was praised and even got a promotion. This is a hot commodity here in Hell. Fine, don't look at me with those big excited eyes. I will let you experience it." Deadpool excitedly said. Though nobody there had big excited eyes, they were scared shitless.

Deadpool strapped one guy to the exoskeleton. "Okay, this machine can twist your bodies in a way that you have s*x with yourself. Do you want to blow yours? Doable, you want to penetrate yourself? Doable after a bit of stretching.

"Hey, wait, I think I know you. What is your name?"

The scared terrorist looked at him in fear and answered, "Osama Bin L..."

"Okay, I know now. All right, I heard you like planes and buildings. Then today, your ass will be the building and my friend Jumbo the Ogre here will be the plane. Enjoy," Deadpool said, leading the others away amidst loud screams.

~Hmm, I should ask Lucifer to promote me to the Reaper department. Seeing the shocked faces when I tell them they are dead is so cool.~ He thought to himself and decided to prepare a good resume.

...

Alexander didn't know anything that was going on inside Hell. He was currently going to U.A high school because the new training building was ready. His droids had efficiency that no one could even dream of.

He was going to teach many teachers and students its benefits and how to use it.

"Okay, I'm happy that you all are here. I will show you how you can use these machines. All Might, go and fight those droids. Remember, there will be 20 of them and they will be as powerful as you as a combined unit." Alexander instructed.

All Might was feeling good. He had wanted to test himself again since he had gotten better. He had gone to Recovery Girl/grandma to get a check-up and nothing came in it.

He was still pending on meeting Alexander because he couldn't find him most of the time. Today, he was going to.

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