The Dark Multiverse was being steamrolled at a rapid pace.
There was no helping it. The nearby lords had all had their heads smashed in, and those left guarding their homes posed even less of a threat.
Tony lost interest halfway through watching and simply returned to the Villa.
He found Natasha and dragged her off to wash up together. They only stopped once his little brother was foaming at the mouth.
The night passed without further incident.
The next morning, Tony came downstairs to find all Nine Generals with faces gleaming with satisfaction.
Ratso approached and bowed respectfully. "Sovereign, we have conquered a stretch of territory in the Dark Dimension. The nearby Dimension Lords now know of your might. They have expressed their willingness to become vassals and hope you will accept their allegiance."
It wasn't that the Dimension Lords were incompetent. They simply couldn't hold out against this bunch of cheaters.
Everyone only had one life.
So why the hell can't you people die?
You're cheating!
Can't you play fair?
Tony smiled. "Conquer those nearby and befriend those farther away. Don't let a single one off."
That simple sentence sealed the fate of the Dark Multiverse's lords for a long time to come.
Mephisto gave him a thumbs-up. "Such overwhelming presence, my lord! Strong! Hard! Thick!"
Hyperion's eyes lit up like bulbs. "Hell yes! Our imperial ambitions will be realized! Powerful beings like us should conquer far and wide, forge an unparalleled empire, and shake history!"
Loki wiped the short blade in his hand, his smile sincere. "Looks like my reputation as the God of Evil can spread throughout the multiverse now."
Previously, he had relied on Demon King Tony's reputation. That hadn't been a problem.
But their holdings kept expanding, and with show-offs like Mephisto and Hyperion