Damon's Special Collection Room

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Scorching heat pressed closer, but Valentina seemed not to feel it at all. She stared in shock at Damon, who had become Firestorm.

"Impossible. The equation is correct. One person cannot withstand the reactor's energy. You cannot become Firestorm alone."

"You do not understand? Then do not understand. There are plenty of things you do not understand."

Damon looked at Lilah.

Lilah walked to Valentina and touched her lightly. In an instant, the two merged into Firestorm again.

This time, Lilah was the host.

"We are leaving."

Damon smiled, swept both hands downward, and flew up, punching straight through the ceiling. Lilah followed closely behind.

The two smashed through layer after layer of structure until they reached the roof and entered the Disciple.

Laurie was startled when she saw Damon and Lilah burning from head to toe. Damon exited his Firestorm state, and Lilah and Valentina separated as well.

"No..."

Valentina seemed to realize what was about to happen and hurried to leave, but the Disciple had already started and was slowly rising.

Under the night sky, Vandal Savage stood in the camp yard and cursed at the Disciple.

"Goodbye."

Damon pressed a button on the control console. A missile launched from the Disciple with a whoosh. Moments later, a thunderous boom rang out, and the Gulag camp was swallowed by flames.

Poor Vandal Savage had only just resurrected before dying again.

The Legends were saved. The future Firestorm crisis was resolved. Damon piloted the Disciple into the night sky and vanished.

The timestream.

A dark green river of time, representing every point in history.

Damon parked the Disciple there and rose from his chair.

Aside from Lilah, who had prepared herself, Laurie and Valentina experienced the side effects of time travel for the first time.

"Clean yourselves up in a moment."

Damon glanced at them, then found his belongings among the things Lilah had packed and went inside.

He planned to build a collection room on the Disciple.

Books. Interesting objects from different eras. After all, he could count as a cultured man now, could he not?

Before long, Lilah came in.

"Does it feel a little empty?" Damon asked casually, sensing her arrival as he looked at the collection room, where only a few lonely books sat on the shelves.

"If Master wishes it, this place will fill quickly," Lilah said after thinking. "At the Gulag camp, I noticed many people like collecting trophies. Perhaps Master could do that as well."

"Trophies? I am not interested."

Damon shook his head, then looked at Lilah with a faint smile.

"But you did remind me of something. Perhaps I can hang photographs here of the women I have had. If there is no new pillow around, I can pick one to temporarily replace her."

"That... does not sound good," Lilah said, stunned.

"Why not? This is my ship and my collection room. Without my permission, who dares come in? Who even can?"

Damon asked casually.

Lilah shook her head.

"No one."

"Then there is no problem."

An idea was nothing without action. Since Damon had become interested, he naturally did it at once.

Before long, a photography spot appeared in the corner of the collection room.

Lilah changed back into the outfit she had worn when Damon first met her. Holding a placard in both hands, she posed from the front, side, and other angles while Damon took photographs. The placard carried not only her name and codename, but also a number. It looked somewhat like the file photographs taken when a prisoner entered custody.

Then, using the same poses, he took another set with more detailed reference.

Name: Lilah

Codename: One half of Firestorm

Number:

Era of origin: 1871

Location: Salvation, Dakota Territory

"With these, it will be much easier to choose a substitute later."

Damon looked at the developed photographs in their frames and nodded in satisfaction. The pictures he hung on the wall were the standard outfit photographs. The more detailed set remained in the camera for private selection.

"Bring Laurie here. Also, I remember the ship has equipment that can make clothing. Have her make herself a costume and put it on."

"Yes."

Lilah turned and left. Before long, she brought Laurie in and repeated the process.

Name: Laurie Juspeczyk

Codename: Silk Spectre II

Number:

Era of origin: 1985

Location: United States

Seeing Laurie's photographs placed behind her own, and several empty spaces ahead of her, Lilah understood what the numbering meant. It was probably arranged by the order in which they became Damon's women.

In other words, only three came before her.

That was difficult for Lilah to believe. With Master's personality, she had thought there would be many more.

"Done."

"Now I can think about where to go next."

Damon smiled and put away the camera. Suddenly, the Disciple shook violently.

"What happened?"

"Did Valentina do something?"

Bang.

A loud crash rang out, and the Disciple shook again.

"We are probably under attack."

Damon turned and walked out.

As expected, Valentina was holding onto a chair in panic. The control console displayed the Disciple's condition. Several ships outside were attacking, and the ship's defensive barrier was about to break.

"Damn it."

Damon had just prepared to move to the pilot's seat and counterattack when another loud impact came from the ship.

The defensive barrier shattered.

"No artificial intelligence really is inconvenient. I need to get one later."

Damon muttered as the Disciple fell out of the timestream.

Unknown time. Unknown place.

Boom.

The battered Disciple crashed hard, and the violent shake threw Valentina, Lilah, and Laurie to the floor.

"Unknown journeys are always full of surprises. Let us see where this is."

Damon smiled at the three women as they struggled up, then turned toward the hatch.

The hatch slowly opened.

The Disciple seemed to have crash-landed at a harbor, its bow pressed against the dock and slightly damaged.

"Judging by the architecture, this seems to be the modern era?"

Damon looked around, studying the surroundings, then suddenly heard someone call out.

"Damon?"

"That voice sounds familiar."

Damon followed the voice and saw two groups standing on the pier. Among one of them was someone he knew.

Wonder Woman, Diana.

"Well. Is it really that much of a coincidence?"

Damon spoke with unclear amusement as Valentina, Lilah, and Laurie came out behind him.

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