"If you're looking for legal loopholes, you won't find any. Any act of disobedience against the Multiversal Constitution is punishable. However, since you value your freedom so much, we've prepared something for you," the antler Olympian, known as Aries, said with an infectious grin that soon caught other seated Olympians.
Finn knew in his hunch… Whatever they would prepare, it wouldn't be in his favor.
He could only do one thing…
"I suppose that means setting me free and we part ways?" He asked, his eyebrow arched as if he could read their intent.
"Oh, Great Scientist… we know you're not that naive." The scaled Olympian, Kronos, said, finally finding his smile. "Do you think any mortal has ever been to the Supreme Olympians Court Multiversal And Interuniversal District of Indiscipline Council and left dead or alive?"
"I'll answer for you; NO!"
"Oh SOCMAIDIC?!" Finn chuckled for a moment. "Portrays how dumb y'all are!
"You leave me with no choice," Finn announced.
A clank sound echoed against the marble tiled floor, then, some kind of gas eerily crept out of the metallic contraption dropped on the floor. Several clanks again echoed, and soon, the very grand room was covered in a dense cloud of neuropathic gas.
Frighteningly, ethereal blue lights in the form of eyes came alive, moving in the dense gas like silent assassins.
"Stellar, activate Combat Boot!" The words slipped into the gas cloud, powerful and seemingly coming from all places.
The room went silent and still for a couple of seconds, then suddenly, a sickening screech came out of nowhere, like metal scraping tile.
*THUD!*
A loud thud echoed as something or someone was slammed against something. Slowly, the gas dissipated, returning the courtroom to its clear, grandiose appearance.
The gas dissipated to reveal a white-bearded Olympian, the very one at the center with a booming voice, known as Odin, pressing down on Finn on the Olympians' long bench.
Words became hard for Finn, coughing blood as he struggled to utter: "How… how is this possible? Y'all sh-should… be a mess o-of mus-cles!"
"You really think your toys can work on us?! You couldn't even defeat the diamond guards, the Glomanozords, and you dare to challenge us, their masters? Tell us, how high do you think of yourself?!"
Of course, Finn still had tricks, many tricks up his sleeve… but the realization of his incompetence against the diamond-headed creatures left him sprawled and unchallenged to face their masters.
Odin, an Olympian of muscle himself, abs structured as if carved from stone, despite his old appearance, he held Finn by his t-shirt and flipped him like a trash. Down, all the way to the tiled floor, several feet below their dais.
"Aaaaaaah! FUCK!" Finn screamed in throes.
What would have made ordinary mortals burst like tomatoes or shattered almost eighty percent of their bones only left the legendary scientist with a broken humerus.
He could have landed perfectly by activating his Boot Jet mid-fall, or summon his combat suit mid-fall, or utilise any of the other viable options he had even whilst cuffed. But sadly, his unexpected predicament and feeling of incompetence had fueled his inaction.
The Olympians smiled, a genuine feeling of amusement plastered on their faces.
"The Court will now give its verdict," Odin announced without ceremony.
"Finn Fritz from Earth, Dimension F43, Milky Way Galaxy, for your numerous atrocities, violations of the Multiversal Constitution that conducts every living being in the multiverse, you are hereby sentenced to the P-Multiverse, with hard labor."
The Olympians held gazes for seconds, staring at each other as if finalizing their decision and were communicating through sight alone—then, they nodded.
They joined hands together and stretched towards the dejected Finn helplessly laying on the ground.
Light dusts emerged from nowhere and began swirling around him in a fashionable, magical manner. The light intensified until it became hurtful to look, and with a dramtical flash, it swallowed him and vanished, vanished with him.
The legendary scientist, king of sluts, unofficial ruler of the multiverse, firstly rendered helpless by the glomanozords, then broken by an old Olympian, gone! Sent to a world of pain and agony like a worthless dog. The very man who once ruled eternal dragons in their realms sent to exile.
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Somewhere in the P-Multiverse, on a hot dune in what looked like a sea of sand, a vast stretch of blazing hotness, light warped out of nowhere and forcefully threw an object out, like a rejection; a useless trash discarded.
This said object rolled down the heap of sand like a ragdoll, screaming whenever his fractured bone hit and hurt.
After what seemed like an eternity of agonizing descent, he came to a stop with one last, gruesome yell.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK YOU STUPID OLYMPIANS!!!"
His anguish was real. He had never been disgraced this way, never been beaten badly, never suffered this much.
And he hated that the pain was real.
"Why? Why did I have to be so dogged and obstinate?! Why? I could have used a clone, send a clone to Cryolitia, I could've gone to another reality where the crystal exists, could've gone after whoever gets it from the auction!" He lamented bitterly, checking his wrists to see if the cuffs were gone.
The cuffs were gone, but the regret was bitter, nothing he had tasted before. He wasn't the type to complain, and he knew the answers to those questions… Deep down, he knew he had never failed. There had never been a reason for him to be overcautious.
But now he knows. Knows that he has a limit on his influence over everything.
It was too late to cry over spilled milk. The only best he could do was fix it. Yeah, fix the mess and come back for the Olympians.
"Now…" He gritted his teeth in pain, struggling to get on his feet. "I need to get this broken bone fixed…"
He rummaged his overcoat and utility belt, in the hope of finding a remedy for his predicament. "Ah, fuck! I'm out of the regeneration serum."
He still had options, not the end.
He twisted his favorite wristwatch in old-fashion, dialing some stuffs on its screen before finally finding what he was looking for.
"Send in Emergency Box 2."
'Sen… 17;"&$%iwJx ERROR ERROR ERROR!' Finn read from the screen.
"What?!"
He dialed the watch again, this time, for another purpose.
"Identify location."
'Configurating… Undetectable,' the watch replied with its characteristical, mechanical voice.
"No, no, no, NO!" Panic began developing in the renowned scientist.
"Calm down, Finn. No cause for alarm. You've done this several times," he tried to assure himself, but even his words sounded unbelievable and strange to him.
One last resort. The last option he had.
He pulled his trusted portal gun out of his utility belt, that one invention that had never failed him. His resort in dire moments, one of his best aids for worlds explorations.
He pulled the trigger. Shot not a bullet but a ray into the open air, and like magic, just few meters ahead of him, the air warped into blue lines that swirled until they formed an adult-sized sphere, a shimmering, blue portal.
Finn allowed himself a brief smile. "Those fools. They really think they can jail me in a world? I swear, I'm coming for them!"
He rushed to the portal, already formulating ideas and thinking of those to meet for information about the Olympians. One leg, he stretched, then tried to shift his entire body into it…
Rejection.
The blue sphere he had come to know like a friend, an invention that never failed him in his adventures and mischiefs, outrightly rejecting him like a pile of waste. The portal did not only refuse to grant access, it threw him back, sent him tumbling again.
How many times that day? Four. Four times he felt worthless.
"Fuck, FUCK!! FUCK!!! What kind of world is this?! How is this possible?!!"
Again, he knew the answer—the Olympians. The bloody motherfuckers really came out for him.
Beads of sweat that had everything to do with the scorchingness and his nervousness started forming on his forehead.
He checked everything he could check on his gadgets… Nothing.
"What the fuck?! No satellite too?! Is there no civilization or anything?! Was I thrown back in time?! Where the fuck is this?!"
"Stellar, give me all status."
Now, you'd ask what or who Stellar is. Stellar is an artificial intelligence Finn had built and connected to himself, rendering all kinds of services to its master. You can see it as a form of personal AI. It had access to chips Finn had connected to himself, gadgets at his home planet, and information about the multiverse..
"Gladly, Finn!" Stellar replied its master.
He also checked his overcoat and utility belts for other gadgets and useful chips. They were almost down to nothing and low.
"I had wasted them on those diamond freaks. I'm fucked. Totally fucked!"
He looked up at the blazing twelve suns in the orange sky, preparing to fly with the little power he had in his Boot Jet, to launch himself away from this torturing dryness and hotness.
As he prepared to launch himself, a loud rumble shook the earth, and in its place, something Finn would never wish for emerged.
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