Rudra D. Raja Wyllt, the Chaos King, blinked into the Elysium Space Station's high-tech hangar, his newly acquired predator spaceship gleaming under the artificial lights. "Alright, let's crack this baby open," he muttered, rolling up his sleeves.
He dove into reverse-engineering the alien tech, hunting for its power source.
The ship's core pulsed with an unknown energy, but Raja's Extreme intellect and SSS+ magical alchemy skills were already spinning. "MAYA, scan this thing. I need a power source I can recreate or swap out. Something with pizzazz."
MAYA's snarky voice hummed through his Chaos Watch. "Pizzazz? It's a spaceship, not a disco ball. Scanning… looks like a plasma-quark hybrid. Good luck synthesizing that in your magic lab."
After a week of sleepless tinkering—fueled by enchanted coffee and sheer demi-god stubbornness—Raja cracked it. He crafted a hybrid power source blending cosmic runes and quantum crystals, dubbing it the "Chaos Core." With VIKI's help, he rebuilt the spaceship into a sleek, magic-tech masterpiece: the Chaos Rider. Black and gold, with a coffee machine that never burned the beans, it screamed Raja's style. "MAYA, isn't she a beauty?" he grinned, patting the hull.
"Ego much?" MAYA quipped. "It's nice, but don't propose to it."
Raja wasn't done. He designed mining spaceships to harvest space minerals for Elysium's expansion, installing VIKI to oversee the operation. "Go get those shiny rocks, VIKI. Make Elysium bling!" With his space empire humming, Raja blinked back to the main world for a break, only to find his phone buzzing. Prudence's voice chirped through. "Raja! I'm throwing a party for my new video song release. Come to my LA villa, pretty please?"
"Party? I'm in," Raja said, already picturing the chaos. He threw on a casual tee and jeans, his Chaos Watch cloaked to avoid screaming "billionaire wizard." Blinking to LA, he stepped into Prudence's villa, where the scene hit like a Hollywood fever dream.
Celebrities strutted by the pool, paparazzi snapped shots, DJs spun beats, and pop stars danced in dresses flirting with wardrobe malfunctions. "This is my kind of chaos," Raja muttered, grabbing a drink.
Cheryl Ann, Prudence's friend and Raja's occasional fling, swooped in, steering him through the crowd to avoid a media frenzy. "Let's keep your Shadow King vibe on the down-low," she whispered. "One photo, and you're TMZ's new heartthrob."
Raja chuckled. "Thanks, Cheryl. I'd rather not be 'Mystery Hunk' on every tabloid." She led him to a quiet corner where Prudence waited. The pop star planted a kiss on his cheek, her eyes apologetic. "Sorry for not rolling out the red carpet, Raja. This party's a zoo."
He waved it off, smirking. "No worries, Pru. I'm a shadow guy. Keeps the mystique." She giggled, and he slipped back into the crowd, scanning for snacks.
Then, his eyes locked on a woman in her early twenties, drinking alone by the bar. Her presence hit like a memory bomb, dragging him back to his pre-isekai days of fanboying over movies. "No way," he whispered, heart racing.
Drink in hand, Raja sauntered over, his charming grin dialed to eleven. She looked up, her queenly aura undeniable. "Hi," he said, unleashing his signature BS. "Aren't you the actress from The Bone Collector with Denzel? And Gia? Total classics."
She smiled, raising an eyebrow. "You're correct. I'm Angelina Jolie. Friends call me Ange. And you are, young mister?"
Before Raja could answer, Cheryl swooped in, spotting danger.
She'd befriended Angelina in LA and knew Raja's knack for charming anyone he fancied. "Ange, enjoying the party?" Cheryl said, then turned to Raja. "Mr. Raja, I swear, your rich-guy casualness makes us middle-class folks feel like we're flexing too hard."
She leaned into Angelina, whispering, "He's the main man of Shadow Entertainment."
Angelina's eyes widened, but she recovered like a pro. "Shadow Entertainment? Impressive."
Raja feigned offense. "Cheryl, spilling my secrets? Why didn't you introduce me to this dazzling star sooner?"
Cheryl huffed. "I'm just warning her not to fall for your brainy charm. Excuse me, I've got guests to wrangle." She flounced off, leaving them alone.
Raja and Angelina hit it off, his witty humor and multiversal anecdotes keeping her laughing. Over cocktails, they debated movies, LA life, and her career.
Sensing an opening, Raja went for it. "Ange, I'll be blunt. You're hot—like, Greek goddess Athena hot. You'd kill it in a female-led action flick. I'm talking teenage idol, heartthrob, fantasy-warrior vibes."
Angelina chuckled, her iconic eyebrow arching. "Nerdy compliments? That's new. I'd try action, but who's producing a solo female lead? What character fits me, Mr. Visionary?"
Raja grinned. "Ever heard of Lara Croft from Tomb Raider? That's your role. Badass, smart, sexy—100% you. Shadow Entertainment can produce it. Think it over." He winked and sauntered off to raid the buffet, leaving Angelina stunned.
Cheryl materialized behind her, nearly making her jump. "Spill it. What'd he say? Raja doesn't chase stars unless he's interested."
Angelina blinked. "He pitched a solo action movie. Lara Croft, from a game. Said I'd give teenagers… ahem, 'a good hard-on.'"
Cheryl cackled. "Ange, listen. Take the deal. Raja's a devil who trades fame, wealth, and beauty instead of souls. He's got the Shadow Corp queens wrapped around his finger. I swear he's immortal, like Dracula. Don't miss this."
Angelina's jaw dropped. "Wait, are you one of his women?"
Cheryl blushed. "Thought he was just a kid with a crush on Prudence. Flirted to scare him off, but one thing led to another, and… let's just say he's a beast in bed. Hardcore."
Angelina leaned in, whispering something that made Cheryl's eyes widen. "Then do it, Ange. Good luck." They scanned the party, spotting Raja munching a mango by the pool.
Cheryl marched over. "Raja, Ange's car's acting up. Drop her home? It's nearby, and she wants to hear more about this game character." She winked, unsubtle as a sledgehammer.
Raja chuckled. "Lead the way, Ange. Let's talk Croft." They hopped into his Vayu Putra (parked discreetly), zipping to Angelina's house. In her drawing room, she excused herself to "freshen up."
Raja, bored, grabbed a whiteboard and sketched a stunning Lara Croft portrait, Angelina's likeness perfect in every detail.
Angelina returned in a sheer nightgown, freezing at the sight of the drawing. "Raja, that's… incredible. You nailed Lara Croft. I'm sold." Her eyes flicked to his grin, then his shorts, which were doing littleto hide his interest.
Raja, Incubus instincts flaring, stepped behind her, wrapping her in a hug. "Bold move, Ange, rocking this nightwear. Cheryl spill the beans about my… reputation?"
Angelina melted into his touch, moaning as he gently squeezed her curves. "She said you're a monster in bed. I'm ready to find out."
Raja ripped off her nightgown, leaving her bare. He tore his shirt, revealing his demi-god physique. Angelina's eyes widened, her hands roaming his abs. "Holy shit," she whispered, squealing as he spanked her.
That night, Raja unleashed his lust, making her climax relentlessly. She matched his energy, indulging his darkest desires. "Lost count of the nutting," he panted, as dawn broke.
The next morning, Raja slipped out, meeting Cheryl. "You're Ange's manager now, alongside Prudence. Call Sylvia, Beth's secretary, and set up a Tomb Raider contract." He'd written a script at sunrise, emailing it to Angelina. "She's gonna kill it."
With Elysium's mining ops humming and Resident Evil's Earth at 75% restoration, Raja blinked to the Underworld universe.
Selena, the Vampire Queen, greeted him with a punch to the chest. "No goodbyes, asshole?" she growled.
Raja grinned, pulling her into a kiss. "Missed you too."
They spent a week in a lust-fueled blur, checking on the vampire coven's growth between sessions. "You're gonna break me," Selena panted.
"Worth it," Raja replied.
He tasked MAYA with anchoring Underworld, Resident Evil, and Elysium into a teleportation network, using Elysium as the hub. Raja gathered Selena, Erica, Alice, Jill, and Rain, blinking them to Elysium's hangar. "Meet Jessica Delacourt, Queen of Elysium," he said, gesturing to the regal CEO. "This station's your resource hub. These Magic-Tech watches let you port here for robots, minerals, whatever." The women, now a superhuman squad thanks to Raja's serums, nodded, eyeing the Chaos Rider with awe.
Raja cracked his knuckles. "Time to hit the Marvel world. Gonna build a legendary country no fucker's ever invaded."