Watch the memory crystal of the Chaos Dragon fight with everyone in the viewing theater
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You gather your Combat Core, Maxine, and other key members of your inner circle in the mansion's viewing theater. The spacious room features plush recliners arranged in tiered rows before an enormous screen, specially designed to accommodate your seven-and-a-half-foot frame and the enhanced figures of your servants.
"Everyone ready for the show?" you ask, settling into your central throne-like seat with Wonder Woman and Power Girl flanking you.
Zatanna steps forward, her enhanced curves swaying hypnotically as she approaches the crystal pedestal. "Allow me, Divine Mother," she purrs, placing the memory crystal into position. With a flourish of her hands and a backwards-spoken incantation—"Yromem eht wohs!"—the crystal illuminates, projecting its contents onto the massive screen.
The theater erupts in gasps and then immediate laughter as the recording begins. The footage shows the Chaos Dragon in all its terrifying glory—a massive beast of obsidian scales and purple energy, its wingspan blocking out the pixelated Minecraft sun as it roars threateningly.
The camera perspective (Wonder Woman's point of view, judging by the glimpse of her lasso at the bottom of the frame) shows her carefully outlining a tactical approach to the other heroines. Meanwhile, in the background, the three Kryptonians—Power Girl, Divine, and Supergirl—are clearly not paying attention, instead whispering and giggling among themselves.
"Listen to me!" recorded-Wonder Woman commands. "We need to coordinate our—"
She's interrupted by Divine's bored groan. "Fuck this tactical shit," the punk Kryptonian announces before launching herself directly at the dragon's face with a gleeful "YEET!"
The recording captures the moment perfectly—Divine's fist connecting with the dragon's snout, sending the beast careening backward through the air as if hit by a cosmic freight train. The dragon tumbles end over end, its fearsome roar turning into what can only be described as a surprised squawk.
Power Girl zips into frame, intercepting the tumbling dragon with a perfectly timed volleyball-style bump that sends it rocketing upward. "Service!" she shouts gleefully.
Supergirl appears above, spiking the dragon back down with both fists. "Return!" she giggles.
The theater roars with laughter as the recording continues. For nearly ten minutes, the three Kryptonians bat the increasingly disoriented dragon between them like a shuttlecock, each impact punctuated by trash talk and sports terminology used completely out of context.
"Three-pointer from downtown!" Power Girl shouts, launching the dragon with her foot.
"Hole in one!" Divine yells, headbutting it toward Supergirl.
"Touchdown!" Supergirl declares inexplicably, punching it straight through a floating island.
When the dragon finally disintegrates into loot drops, the Kryptonians high-five so enthusiastically that the sonic boom knocks Raven and Zatanna off their feet.
By the time the recording ends, everyone in the theater is doubled over in hysterics. Even Athena, typically stoic, has tears streaming down her face from laughing so hard.
After recovering from your fourth laughing fit, you turn to Yamato, who sits nearby in her modified traditional clothing. "I want to discuss training," you tell her as the laughter subsides. "I want the entire Combat Core, the Magic Core minus Galadriel, the ANBU, Commander Athena, and any volunteers from my harem to train until they're stronger than the strongest person in the One Piece world."
Yamato's eyes widen with surprise. "Divine Mother, you're speaking of power beyond Yonko level—beyond even my father Kaido at his peak."
"Exactly," you confirm. "I want you to use your ability to gauge strength comparisons during training. Once my personal Helicarrier is finished, I want the crew trained to Admiral Candidate level at minimum."
Maxine raises her hand. "I'd like to join, but I'll decline the physical training. I'll be staying on the ship where nothing can harm me."
You nod, then turn back to Yamato. "I also want Maxine to extract some specific people from your world. Bellemere—Nami and Nojiko's mother—from just before her death. Also Kozuki Toki, Oden's wife, from before her death."
"Interesting choices," Yamato remarks respectfully.
"Toki will need modifications," you continue. "Remove her Devil Fruit abilities and secure the fruit in our vault. Give her Oden's combat skills and strength, along with his swords Enma and Ame no Habakiri."
Yamato looks confused. "And you want to add... hatred for Oden and Momonosuke?"
"Exactly," you confirm coldly. "Oden was a fool, and his son is a spoiled, perverted brat who uses his childish appearance to molest women without them realizing, too distracted by how 'cute' he seems."
Yamato's expression darkens as this revelation sinks in. "I... had not considered that perspective, Divine Mother. Your wisdom is unparalleled."
"As punishment," you conclude, "I want his mother to eliminate him while looking at him with the disgust he deserves."