Finding Purpose In The Multiverse: Meta Essence Quest Mode

Prepping Before Entering A Den Of Vipers

Entry 12:

Linus POV:

You may wonder why I asked the Director to meet me within three days. That is because I desire a third tech tree to have access to before meeting the protectorate.

Because with the technologies from DC Comics, with my limited resources, and from the universe of Detroit: Become Human, I would eventually be able to use pure technology to uplift humanity.

But you see, I am limited public relations of all things limit me because if I appear out of nowhere promising to fix everything with no backing and no reputation, people will laugh. They will believe me to be a hoax or something too good to be true.

Let me give you a possible scenario. Imagine you have terminal cancer. You have just exited the hospital after your diagnosis. Then you live with that knowledge for weeks, knowing your end is coming.

But then, out of nowhere, a man approaches you and says he can cure you without questions. They would most likely get angry or laugh in your face because, without reputation without backing, you are invisible, simply another face in the crowd.

To put it simply, I desire a relationship with the protectorate so that they could put their stamp on approval for anything I create, and people would know that they tested it.

Also, I wanted to avoid being seen as a tinker because people see tinkers as devils, walking time bombs, or controllable assets.

In addition, I seek the protectorate stamp of approval to assure my future investors that they are investing in something that works, something that can make a change.

Brockton Bay is rotting quite literally within the city. You can see why as not only has the environment been polluted but the general atmosphere, you can see it in their eyes.

Fear

Resignation

Apathy

Despair

And with my enhanced hearing, I hear it all the time when I decide to turn it on to keep me grounded and to remind me that I am pretty lucky even if I am stuck in this hell world.

It'll be slow going, but soon enough, I will make things better, if not for myself, then for others, so that I don't have to wake up every day breathing a sigh of relief that I'm still living.

I have nightmares, you know, I wake up in my nightmares getting shot or stabbed or set on fire or made insane by that giant flying angel in space or being visited by a woman in a fedora.

It's funny. Most typical overpowered protagonists would have already rolled over this setting by now. Still, here I am, afraid to step outside my house. It's pathetic.

As I wake up a day before the meeting with the PRT, I look in the mirror in my bathroom. While my new body doesn't show exhaustion physically, I can see it in my eyes. I'm tired, but I have to keep moving.

I practice my martial arts, invent, practice my magic, eat, and sleep. That has been my routine. Most people would say it's unhealthy, and they're right, but they're not here right now.

This quest is my journey, and at the end, I don't know what I'll find at the end of it, but I know one thing I will not go down without a fight.

"Dread status report on arms manufacturing," I ask my AI after washing myself.

[ Shock Prods, Cold Guns, Flame Guns, Upgraded Containment Foam Rifles, Completed Awaiting Usage]

I smile as each one of these weapons will be instrumental in helping the regular police as well as the non-cape members of the PRT in stopping crime.