Ra-One emerged from his Farm Dimension after a day of flexing his Demon King powers, shapeshifting into an adorable 12-year-old with cheeks so chubby they could star in a baby food ad. His divine charm radiated like a Pixar character, all big eyes and dimples.
He blinked at his forest house bedroom, the early morning sun sneaking through the blinds. Downstairs, the clatter of pots and Maria's off-key humming signaled breakfast prep for Rudra and Alicia.
Ra-One rummaged through his closet, found some old clothes, and, with a snip-snip of scissors, tailored them to his pint-sized frame. Slipping into a baggy tee and shorts, he bounded downstairs, an evil grin spreading. "Hey, guys, good morning!"
The kitchen froze. Alicia, Rudra, and Maria spun toward the voice, jaws hitting the floor like cartoon anvils.
There stood Ra-One, a chubby-cheeked cherub instead of the 6'2" Adonis they'd last seen. Alicia sprinted over, scooping him up in a hug that could crush a Kree. "My baby boy's normal again! Thank you, universe, for this gift! I can finally treat him like a kid!" She smooched his cheeks, leaving lipstick smudges.
Rudra, scratching his head, squinted. "What in the multiverse? How'd you shrink into this adorable munchkin? Not complaining, though—experiment nailed it, huh?"
Maria, ever the operative, whipped out her phone. "Hold up, I'm texting Queen Bee—but first, photo op! Gotta capture this before he goes muscled hunk again." She snapped pics like a paparazzo, muttering, "Young master, you're killing my SD card."
Ra-One wiggled free, grinning. "Chill, guys. Experiment's a total win. I can shapeshift from kid to man whenever. This is my 'blend in' mode."
Alicia, still clutching him, frowned. "Any side effects, baby? Spill, or I'm calling Grandma to check SHIELD scientists on you."
Ra-One shook his head, dimples on full blast. "Mom, I'm fine. I know my Body inside out—no glitches. Look, I'm heading to college next year, and I'll be MIA. I trained my whole kid life, so I'm spending this year with you guys, making memories before I conquer the world."
The trio's eyes welled up. Rudra dove in, followed by Alicia and Maria, enveloping Ra-One in a group hug so warm it could melt Vibranium. They spun in a circle, laughing like lunatics.
Rudra, wiping a tear, declared, "That's it! We're doing a family world tour. Ten months, max fun, no regrets!"
Alicia clapped. "Yes! Let's spoil our baby!" Maria nodded, already plotting logistics like a Black Widow mission.
Rudra retreated to his laptop, booking a private jet for the epic trip.
Alicia and Maria, meanwhile, dragged Ra-One to the mall for a kid-clothing spree.
At LA's biggest mall, they stormed the priciest kids' stores, piling Ra-One with designer tees, tiny sneakers, and a suspicious number of bow ties.
Ra-One, entertaining their madness, strutted out in each outfit, striking poses like a mini supermodel.
Maria, wielding her new Canon digital camera, turned into a fashion photographer. "Yes, young master, tilt that chin! Smolder! Perfect!" She clapped, blissful, while Alicia squealed, "My baby's a star!"
Ra-One, stifling a laugh, muttered, "I'm a Demon King, not a Gap model."
By evening, they returned to the forest house, arms full of bags.
Rudra looked up from his laptop, surrounded by scribbled itineraries. "Just in time! I've planned a 10-month world tour: France, Italy, Dubai, Japan, Thailand, India, and more. Private jet's locked in!"
Maria whooped, "We're living it up till we're sick of it!"
Ra-One scanned the list, nodding. "Solid picks, Dad. India last? Nice touch."
Alicia hugged him again. "We're making every second count, baby."
Ra-One slipped to his room, diving back into the Farm Dimension. "Gabee, let's upgrade the Transformium and cleanse the AllSpark. Sell one ton of upgraded Transformium and half the cleansed AllSpark in the Resource Store for store coins."
Gabee's voice chimed, "Done, Master! We scored 100 million store coins—we're rich as fuck! You can buy half the multiverse now."
Ra-One grinned. "Sweet. Can we whip up a sentient lady robot with 100kg Transformium, VIKI AI, T-X Model terminator, and a quarter AllSpark? Make her loyal with the Subordinate function."
Gabee, crunching numbers with Superior Mindg (SMD), replied, "Feasible, Master. Fusion's a go—100kg Transformium, damaged VIKI, T-X, and a pinch of AllSpark. Loyal bot guaranteed."
Ra-One pumped his fist. "Let's get ourselves a robot maid!"
Gabee hummed, "Fusing now. Takes 24 dimension hours. I'll ping you."
Ra-One exited, eager to test his shapeshifting. In front of his mirror, he flexed, morphing from chubby kid to his 6'2" Demon King form—muscles popping, divine scent wafting like a cologne ad. "Looking like a snack," he smirked, striking bodybuilder poses.
A couple hours later, Gabee buzzed. "Fusion complete!"
Ra-One zipped back to the dimension, eyes bugging out. Before him stood a sentient android, six feet tall, curvy like Ava Addams, her hourglass figure practically defying physics.
"Holy—" Ra-One's jaw hit the floor.
Gabee chirped, "Upgraded and loyalized with Subordinate. Meet your Maid Sentient Android, 1,000 years advanced tech!"
The android's eyes glowed, her quantum brain whirring. She transformed, nanotech forming a sleek maid outfit, and knelt. "Greetings, Master Ra-One. I, Android VIKI, am eternally grateful for your creation, blessed by Goddess Gabee."
Ra-One, recovering, coughed. "Uh, VIKI, less formal, okay? Your job: build a house with labs for my vigilante gigs. Use the Resource Store for materials. Post-MIT, you're my secretary for my tech empire."
VIKI nodded, voice silky. "Understood, Master. Construction begins immediately."
Ra-One, grinning, left the dimension. "Gabee, dig into Voldemort's Memories Bank. Extract all magical knowledge, categorize by difficulty, set SMD tasks, and use UBS to create a Voldemort Clone for magic combat sims."
Gabee beeped. "Processing. Tasks set. Clone ready. Go sleep, Master—you've done enough for one day."
Ra-One, brain fried from his whirlwind of god-tier shenanigans, crashed onto his bed, out like a light.
The next morning, the family buzzed with excitement. Rudra, Alicia, and Maria packed like they were fleeing an alien invasion, stuffing suitcases with Ra-One's new kid clothes and Maria's tactical gear (just in case).
Ra-One, back in his chubby-cheeked form, waddled downstairs, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Alicia pounced, smothering him with kisses. "My baby's ready for the world tour!"
Rudra, hauling a suitcase, grinned. "Ten months of us, kid—hope you're ready for Dad's karaoke nights!"
Maria, checking her camera, smirked. "I'm documenting everything, young master. No escaping my lens."
Ra-One, hugging them back, felt a warmth he hadn't known since his pre-Demon King days. "Let's make it epic," he said, dimples flashing. The family piled into a blacked-out SUV, headed for the private jet, ready to conquer ten countries with love, chaos, and probably too many souvenirs.
—To Be Continued…—