Both Milrd and McDickerson left his 75th story apartment, reaching the front office after a quick and silent elevator ride.

  When they reached the front office, the young front desk intern, who had puffy orange hair, watched Milrd and McDickerson sign out in silence.

  Before Milrd could leave, he felt the intern tap on his hand and whisper quietly.

  “U-uuuhh… Mr. Millson… Who is he…?” The intern asked as sweat dripped down from his pale skin. Milrd sighed, wishing the kid stayed silent.

  “Your new daddy, baby boy. Hush your lips before I kiss em…” McDickerson smiled as he licked his lips, obviously hearing the intern’s question. The intern went silent and sat back on his chair, closing his eyes in fear.

  “When you reverted the damage, did you make it so no one remembered it? Or can you reverse time?” Milrd asked as he turned away from the front desk, reaching the Society’s front doors.

  “Reversed time, bitch. That’s the power of a sex emperor, the peak of degenerate strength. Or as I like to call it, the pinnacle of power… Now, get me a taxi…” McDickerson smiled while turning to Milrd.

  Milrd gulped when he heard McDickerson’s response, shocked and scared of the freak’s powers.

  He also shook his head, knowing that taking this powerhouse freak on a taxi would just lead to more issues. So he began walking, leaving the Hero Society behind.

  As they continued walking forward, McDickerson noticed people walking off and ignoring them. It was perfectly normal to Milrd, as civilians had things to attend to.

  But McDickerson found it confusing.

  “The people of this age are dumb. I’m goddamn McDickerson, the number one pornstar from the 60s till the 90s! I’ve probably trafficked half of the women in this city. I own half of these post Cuck War houses in my numerous real estate markets! I’m the Great fuckin’ Daddy! Yet they don’t know who I am. It’s a miracle they can live without accidentally killing themselves.” McDickerson ranted, walking behind Milrd.

  “Hey, shut the fuck up. They’re dumbasses, but they aren’t dumb because they don’t recognize your crusty rape face!" Milrd yelled as he kept walking off. McDickerson began to ugh out loud, pushing his short, blond hair back.

  “AHAH! Whatever motherfucker. I only forgive you because you are my little femboy. Are we there yet, silly slut?" McDickerson responded, tapping a golden watch on his wrist.

  They had been walking for about thirty minutes now and the sun was beginning to set.

  “Yeah, right around here.” Milrd answered, turning to a nearby apartment complex.

  Avery lived away from Milrd mainly because he didn’t want the public to know about her. Also because Milrd didn’t want her to be associated with him anymore, after what he had done.

  And now, despite all of those attempts to protect her, he was now betraying her.

  They reached the inside of the apartment complex, walking through the main reception silently. It was nearly empty, as night time was coming. The employee at the front desk was busy reading on his computer, so they were easily able to pass.

  Milrd went through the main staircase, eventually reaching the third floor. He turned to the second door by the right, seeing Avery’s doormat on the floor.

  He walked to the door and was about to ring the doorbell. But right before he could do that, Milrd’s hand froze.

  He came to the quick realization that he was selling his ex-girlfriend out to a sex emperor sugar daddy.

  She hadn’t done anything wrong. She was kind to Milrd and supported him throughout the years. She was a good person, everything Milrd was supposed to protect.

  Yet MIlrd was going to sell her out just so he could survive?

  He was going to sacrifice a good person’s life, someone who loved him, just to save a shitty asshole like himself! Thoughts like this rushed through Milrd’s mind, regret piling up in his head.

  “What’s taking’ so long, bitch boy! Are you changing your mind? If so, I’ll just fuck your ass right here, right now!” McDickerson yelled as he began unzipping his jeans!

  His decration brought Milrd’s mind back to the present. He couldn’t beat the powerful McDickerson. The man could reverse time with ease and destroy cities in a matter of seconds.

  Milrd would die and become his whore if he even tried to fight him. Even with the help of the Hero Society, they would lose.

  “Rex! I’m going to do it! Shit!” Milrd replied back, putting his finger on the doorbell. He knew it was wrong, it was horribly wrong.

  But he refused to let his life end here. He refused to be McDickerson’s bitch!

  He may have felt shit at that moment, but all that mattered in the end was that he lived to see another day!

  He gathered up his courage and rang the doorbell. They stood there for a few seconds, in silence. But then they both heard footsteps quickly coming up to the door, unlocking right after.

  The door slowly moved back, revealing the inside of the apartment.

  Inside of this apartment was Avery, who had mascara and cry marks running down her face. She was in casual pajama clothing, her hair now tangled and messy.

  When she saw Milrd, her face became more troubled and confused.

  “M-Milrd? W-what are you doing here?” Avery asked, surprised to see him again.

  Milrd could see a hint of hope in her eyes. The hope that their retionship could be fixed. This only made Milrd look away in shame, more guilt building up.

  “I’m sorry… But I’m not getting turned into a whore. Okay? T-this isn’t my fault. Just isn’t…” Milrd said weakly. He couldn't even look at her as he said this, his fists trembling as if he were a child.

  "Huh… W-what are you talking about?" She asked as she started sweating, noticing the fear on Milrd’s face. Milrd walked back, giving the massive McDickerson room to step in.

  He walked in through the door frame, a grin appearing on his creepy face.

  “Yo babe. Your boyfriend is a coward slut. So he sold your cute ass out. You’re gonna become my sugar baby now. My whore! Come with me, or things are going to get crazy.” McDickerson ughed, stroking his growing bulge as he walked inside the apartment.

  “W-what the hell? M-Milrd! W-Who is this?!? What?!" Avery cried out as she started walking back, away from the massive man. She was beginning to feel terrified, disgust welling up in her stomach.

  She looked to see where Milrd was, the powerful hero she knew once loved her. She looked to see if he could save her, stop this horrible man from attacking her.

  But she soon noticed that Milrd was no longer there. He had run off. He was gone. He had abandoned her.

  “Wow! What a little pussy. But, don’t worry baby. I’m gonna give you better dick than he ever could. A little demonstration of my touch. Hehe.” McDickerson chuckled, his pock piercing out of his underwear. His cock towered over her, causing her to fall onto the floor in fear.

  “N-no! HELP ME!!” Avery cried. But as she did, McDickerson shut the door with his reality-warping abilities and put his finger up to his face.

  He then did what he pleased.

  Milrd continued running away from the apartment complex, now outside. Tears rushed down his face, the weight of his actions now being realized.

  He knew it was wrong even when he was at the door. Yet he had done it.

  “FUCK!! ARGAAA!!” Milrd yelled in rage. It was the only thing he could do, his emotions spilling out.

  He ran to a nearby streetlight, leaning on it as he panted for air. He didn’t know how far he ran, but he was finally tired.

  If this was the way he lived, the way he got through life and survived… Then why did he feel so miserable?

  He betrayed so many people in the past, even when they were good to him. All so he could survive.

  Back then, he didn’t care. But now, he felt sick to his stomach.

  “FUCK THIS SHIT!!” Milrd shouted, pulling the streetlight from the concrete and smming it into a nearby tree! The tree colpsed, falling onto the grass behind it.

  A few passersby watched him from afar, concerned and weirded out. They began to run off when they saw Milrd turn to look at them, rageful tears streaming down his face.

  “Shut the fuck up! People are trying to sleep, you asshole!” A guy walking his poodle shouted from afar.

  It was very dark, so the man couldn’t recognize that it was a famous superhero who was making this noise.

  “FUCK OFF!!! DIE!!!” Milrd cried smming his fists into a nearby park bench. It snapped in two, the random guy walking off without seeing the violence

  “GODDAMNIT!!!” Milrd cried, continuing to pound his fists into the metal seat, crushing it even more. He punched into the ground, not caring about any damage he could take or create.

  “I-I’m a piece of filth… I’m a bastard…” Milrd said to himself, his fists bleeding from his intense clenching.

  He finally understood what he was. He was the type of man to betray his loved ones, just to help himself survive. He was the type of man to throw away his own morals, just to live.

  But what did he live for? He didn’t live for his hero work. He only did his quota of saving people and got his check.

  He didn’t do much at his Hooters job besides watch TV in the side room or fucking some of the employees in the staff bathroom.

  And after that, he just drank away at his penthouse, ignoring his ex-girlfriend’s calls. With or without the company of random dies of the night.

  So why the hell did he betray all of these good people, just to live an empty and worthless life!?

  Why did he sacrifice Avery, just to go along and live for nothing but survival?!

  The only conclusion Milrd could come to was that he was a complete bastard. An irredeemable degenerate, one who couldn’t change. One who would bring others down to keep himself alive.

  “Fuck…. F-fuck…” Milrd sobbed, tears dripping down his face.

  He sat on his knees, looking down at the small crater he created from his punching. All he did was destroy, all he did was ruin. That’s all he could do, as he was the King Cuck’s son. He wasn’t a hero, he was a degenerate’s son.

  Milrd picked up a shard of metal from nearby and held it near his neck. It cut into his skin slightly, blood spewing out from the wound.

  But he knew it wasn’t strong enough, so he held his arm further. He prepared to sm it into his neck, his anger and guilt reaching its peak.

  But right as he was about to stab himself, he felt a rge hand grab onto his arm. It held him in pce.

  “Calm yourself… Milrd.” A deep voice said behind him. Milrd turned around, noticing a rge muscur man standing behind.

  He couldn’t see his face because of the darkness, but he could tell that the man was handsome and completely swole. Possibly as big, if not bigger than McDickerson.

  “Who the fuck are you…? How fucking DARE you touch me! GET THE FUCK OFF!!” Milrd yelled as he punched the man straight in the chest.

  This caused the ground behind them to shatter, a wave of air pushing ahead. The trees behind them swayed, causing leaves to fall onto them.

  Milrd noticed that his hand was in pain, feeling a tight grip on his wrist. He looked up at the figure he punched, noticing a powerful gray aura oozing off his body.

  "Please stop this violence. You may not know me, but I was friends with your sister. My name is Chad. Chad Thompson." The man said as he released Milrd's hand.

  Milrd pulled himself away from Chad, grabbing his stinging wrist. He looked up at him, beginning to shout at him!

  "F-fuck you!!! You don't fucking know me!!! You don’t know the evil shit I’ve fuckin’ done! You don’t know that I’m an evil bastard! I don't deserve your fucking help! Go fuck yourself!!! AND GET THE HELL AWAY!!!" Milrd yelled, holding his trembling fist. He didn't care about the pain, but the shock of someone taking his punch was immense.

  “Listen to me, Milrd. You’re no bastard. You’re not evil. You’re only misguided.” Chad said calmly, holding his hand out.

  “You don’t know shit! You have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about!!!” Milrd responded, backing away from the rge man.

  “You’re right. I don’t know much about you. I don’t know what you’ve done or why you feel this way. But I do know that I can tell who is a bastard and who isn’t. You aren’t one. You’re a man I wish to help!” Chad expined as he continued to hold his hand out, looking straight into Milrd’s eyes.

  “I can’t be helped! I’m too far fucking gone! The only fucking thing that can make what I did right is-”

  “No. Milrd, no matter what you did, you can redeem yourself. We can make your wrong a right. I know that because I’ve experienced that. I’ve seen it with my own two eyes!” Chad replied with his booming voice, interrupting Milrd. He looked at him with regretful eyes, a feeling Milrd understood.

  “Make it right… Can we really?” Milrd asked, wiping the tears from his eyes.

  “Yes, we can. Just join me Milrd, and stop beating yourself up.” Chad replied, still holding his hand out.

  “I… Fuck it… I’ll join you.” Milrd said, grasping Chad’s hand. If he couldn’t trust himself to make the right choice, then he would trust someone else. He would trust Chad.

  If he did this, then maybe he could change. Maybe he could honor Milly’s message. Maybe he could become a better person.

  “But… Before we do. I have one request.” Milrd said, looking straight into Chad’s eyes.

  “What is it, my friend?” Chad replied, his left eyebrow raising upwards.

  “I need to kill a certain bastard…” Milrd said, as he looked up at the apartment complex from earlier. It was still visible through the park, the lights in each window turned off completely.

  McDickerson was still alive. He still was doing who knows what to Avery. In order to make this right, Milrd knew he needed to take him out and save her.

  Milrd started walking off, with a new feeling of determination. He no longer had the resolve to live selfishly. Instead, he had the desire to save someone selflessly. Chad nodded, following Milrd with a smile on his face.

  “Heh, let’s do it then. Lead the way, Milrd!” Chad said as he flexed his biceps, destroying the sleeves of the suit he was in.

  The two men walked forward, preparing to kill the Sex Emperor of Sugar Daddies. Daddy McDickerson….