TTRPG magic and multiverses

Heavy resistance was to be expected, just not that everybody besides those Noel initially killed would be pooled here together, which while only logical, still meant all the teams he killed might have been fleeing or rushing here.

"Remember only prisoners and slaves, got it?", Noel screamed with Thaumaturgy.

The gunfire coming from A.I.M seemed only to intensify upon hearing that, which was to be expected.

Those doubles close to him could only make wicked smiles all while, buffing themselves up, and healing what was lost, after they would make near suicidal dashes to get the enemy into range from where on the would start fighting amongst themselves. Eventually breaking from a lack of moral if Noel wouldn't have shouted like, although they couldn't have enough as that they could never stop an endless horde of duplicators, that were magically protected thrice over.

5 to 30 plus bullets from a rifle anywhere were the minimum needed to delete a single one if they hit, but they had the constitution of a kraken and its dexterity, then the magical buffs, and most fired into the direction of Noel who hid himself safely outside their reach behind full cover also buffed.

Well, then there were those that organized themselves and used minor illusion to sneak behind enemy lines and start charming the back line, which then started sabotaging the main force which was already being overrun, and oh lock the prison might already be full and more and more Noels are quelling out from over there. 

A.I. Ms line collapsed within less than 15 minutes of enemy contact, it was chaos, some girls were losing their mind as 2-meter-tall purple humanoids, rushed at them, some teleported, others appeared out of thin air, seemingly always having been there, whoever was hit by their weird energy blasts, would turn on them, without fail. They had to shot and execute their own, while being assaulted from the front and back, it didn't sound good for them.

It ended the way it had to when 500 semi trained mad scientists half cultist fought an immortal self-replicating lifeform, with their enslavement, and a clueless leadership who while levelling up once more still had no idea what to do.

"So anyway, this is your headquarters?", was all Noel could say as he was inspecting a slightly futuristic layout of walls of machinery, and computers, those parts that didn't get destroyed anyway.

"Yes, and everything you can find here is at your disposal, may I ask how I may address you?", said the highest representative of A.I.M present, with Red Skull present next to her.

Knowing both were absolute psychopaths, who if they had his powers and abilities would be several magnitudes worse than he could ever be without trying to solely dedicate himself to the eradication of all good in the world, and should be swiftly executed, could also be used as pressure points and authority figures to keep things running here considering of the about 2000 people stationed here Noel froze 1500 of them in the beginning another 100 or so died in the main assault and skirmishes.

Or he could give them to the doubles and see what they would do to them, not really any better, and unnecessary on top.

"You may address me as simply Noel, or if you want there to be a title or something in that direction the choice is yours.", just lulling before him he had to ponder on what to choose for his next spells, on would be Fabricate and the other Modify Spell.

But slowly and surly the bust of red skull that 2 meter tall muscle mommy started to draw him in, besides the fact that she has no facial skin, because she had to cut it off herself, he needs to get an understanding of this worlds history and contact Richard reed or doctor doom, possible doctor strange or this worlds version of the devil. Going by his current info they would all be women, now should he hypnotise himself and regain his emotions yet or later, why not. Why not?

Why not?

Having no real emotional argument against it, since they were mostly shut off, he turned them back on.

Terrible Idea, not because processing 1500 deaths, are morally questionable but because barely anything changed, and his increase capabilities of self-reflection told him he wasn't a great person and he was only going to get worse, with tears in his eyes, about how fun this all was, he knew he wasn't the right person to judge them but he had the power. Hell this is marvel, they would get off with a stern talking, if this wasn't 1610, genderbent 1610.

 A mostly evil grim now marked his face and he knew while he could cope with autohypnosis the same way he dealt with his diminished emotions, or a fleeting expedition into a sexual adventure.

But those had to wait he was a tease even to himself, so for now he had a ritual to prepare, first you use the combined might of about 1000 human bodies, living illusion are fine, and use prestidigitation to make live.

But not just life a worm inside a box, a trinket, as was ordained by the rules I follow, I make life whose very being the fire consumes, empowering and giving me anything from 10 to 1 experience points, I need only anything from 3000000 to 4 million for level 20 when the first steps into divinity start being taken. Plan made everybody approves good let's follow through with it. Making one worm takes anything from 2 to 6 seconds, the spell can be cast infinitely, without energy consumption.

Mass sacrifice waits only for the sacrifices, and they had to be made, so screamed "All of you little shits that are me, listen up, cast bonefire in a circle make fire in the open air and then use prestidigitation to create worms and sacrifice all day long you hear me!", voice amplified by thaumaturgy, all clones nodded and started moving, now all alone with 500 maidens, he had to start inspecting the facility and its position., like how dependable was this place in case of reality warpers just waltzing in. 

Best be one before them by then. For him to actually get a claim on the exp he had to be involved himself.

Clones POV

"Ok so the big bad boss, definitely wanted us to kill trillions of invertebrate?", one dumbfuck asked another.

"Yeah, seems legit!"

"Just checking, but are you sure?"

"Yes, and it's not like we aren't compelled to follow orders or are incapable of disobeying, so our body does as orders even when the copy of his mind is otherwise well somewhere else."

"Just wanted a good enough reason, why my pretty as is freezing to death out here."

"The original is cheating his way up to semi godhood as fast as possible and hey we have ungodly high constitution we don't freeze that fast, and 'pretty' our charisma is subhuman trash, we charm women with magic because we can't talk to them before the very appearance of our soul makes them throw up.", he had to rebut that.

"Ma always said we were pretty!"

"That lying, no don't get me started there, is the fact that you awaken again and again as a different being never the same jet always all remembering, dying and decaying in minutes getting to you."

"Don't call me weak, not like that, don't think I can take it, not from you, can't lough that off."

"Just use autohypnosis to autocope with any and all trauma, works even on physical one, might be happy then."

"You aren't happy and neither am I, and neither will he or we be we are to broken for that."

"No but we can try healing, or well being repaired. "

"Doesn't work never has never will, and he will just make all worst, to cope with one thing he has to hurt even more to forget it, he just goes down the rabbit hole that's how he copes, never comes out the other end."

"And now he will be some gods equal for it, still broken and made to break worlds, and he will, and he will be stronger for it."

"We are all doomed to be forgotten, an-"

Cutting his opposite off before something wrong leaves it, "And maybe that is for the best, unless you want to be a scar on his mind? Hmm, that might just be for the best!"

"Maybe then a being that can't forget will deny or even take it off his mind, when thousands of identically minds all even more scarred than it start worming itself into its sub consciousness."

One more done than the others had to switch the theme before thinks get darker.

"Great idea, but let's focus on genociding this world's population of invertebrates instead, and get the fire really started."

Hundreds of thousands of voices chanted together, completely unorganised, some shouted others whispered over and over again summoning fire into this world and sustaining it with their minds.

Still ordered and compelled to work together they still had trouble organising, and it would stay so for all eternity.

As the ice and snow surrounding them started to melt and evaporate, fire without fuel began to spread and grow, till a small inferno threatened to devour some of them, and some were set on fire by others.

That phase was followed by more chanting, followed by the mass throwing of worms into the fire. Still some missed their mark and landed on others, which lead to a further decline of discipline.

Still, the original, who they all were just duplicates of, finally stood among them, once more, and he too started throwing worms at the fire.

Minutes passed and concentration started sliming on the fire as those who made it peace out after just 2 minutes, and were replaced by their own dupes who weren't connected to with the original inferno and weren't fuelling it but thousands throwing worms, had to amount to something.

"Well my time as a clone now at almost 3 minutes comes to an end, lasted a bit longer maybe, too bad about the data lost, in those last few critical moments, well time to expire."

Turning around he saw the illusion he talked with sooner gone ahead, and he followed. He had already left 2 who will take his place, all he could for would that they would be assimilated or at the very least remembered.

Just a couple of minutes later several started calling upon their own infernos, and making heating the place up even more, some just started walking into the fire now instead of just expiring, and puffing away.

Noel prime has mostly lost control of the situation, but he didn't care because the sweet gains are just too good.

For he was ascending as reality reformed around him he could reach it he could grasp it, how much he abused his simple powers for greater gains, he couldn't feel bad about it he couldn't allow himself another moment of weakness.

Never again, those women behind him they made ever adapting robots that destroy universes, a parallel version of them, but still they will make cosmic cubes, based on the original design of Reed Richards, weapons that make anybody reality warpers.

The original could stop them, kill them, control and focus them, or or take control of Reed Richards his genderbend version most likely,

or all of the above.