Chapter 1 (HPUK)

Harry Potter, the Undying Kombatant.
Year 2520, Earth.
Harry Potter had tried too be a good person...
He opposed Voldemort, was a good person, and tried too be a good friend... in his second year all that was rewarded with suspicion, slander, and lies. And then that was repeated in his fourth year. Harry's biggest mistake back then was accepting Ron's fake contrition and not pursuing Fleur Delacour. The saddest thing was that Harry was happier without Ron Weasley or Hermione Granger in his life. Harry still took them back, fought and defeated Voldemort, and then almost contented himself with a mediocre life...
Almost.
The Deathly Hallows made him immortal, gave him extreme regenerative powers, removed bindings placed by his parents and Albus Dumbledore; both well intentioned with Dumbledore being ignorant of the others, and endowed Harry with powers over death... and immunity to potions, spells, and rituals that effected his free will, mind, magic, or soul. Harry had also gained Voldemort's magical knowledge since the horcrux had been inside of him and was now his equal in knowledge too. The truly funny thing was that with his bindings on Harry was Tom's equal at only 1/3 of his full power.
Harry was honestly barely surprised when he detected the love potions keyed to him and it actually made a lot of sense... the sudden affection, jealousy, obsession, and lust for Ginny came out of nowhere. And Molly Weasley having previously used love potions in her youth and her feeling no shame or regret for it only further ruined the Weasley's reputation in Harry's mind. Harry had them arrested, but Shackbolt tried having it hushed up and had them quietly freed, and Harry withdrew from Auror training and exposed their actions... and then Harry personally dealt with the Weasley family after declaring a Blood Feud.
Molly, Percy, Ron, Ginny, Percy, and Bill were all brutally and legally murdered and that also freed Fleur Delacour from the effects of the love potions that she was placed under for being a threat to their goal of potioning Harry.
The Ministry tried punishing Harry but Harry was tired of empty victories and just put four Auror teams in St Mungos and told Shacklebolt in no uncertain terms that Voldemort's defeat had costed him everything and that he had gained nothing but suffering and betrayal in return... he was done suffering for nothing and for all the ungrateful, weak, stupid, bigoted, cowards who wouldn't even fight for themselves or their own damn families.
Augusta Longbottom soon took over the post of Minister for Magic and took a far more sensible approach to Harry's actions while Harry was finally allowed to be happy for once...
Harry married Fleur and she became his Lady Potter and married Daphne Greengrass who became his Lady Slytherin; Harry had won the entire house as a spoil of war, and Padma Patil became Harry's Lady Black. Harry decided to leave the Gryffindor Lordship to a second son sorted there and keep the le Fay and Emrys Lordships for himself.
Harry contented himself with a happy married life while indulging in scholarly pursuits too undo the damage done by his own laziness and his friendship with Ron and Hermione. Poor Hermione hated him for killing Ron, even though he had potioned her too, and tried destroying traditions that predated even the House of Windsor... she was eventually murdered for annoying people too much and very few actually mourned her.
Harry had a happy life until the year 2100 when muggles finally exposed them well enough that they couldn't cover their existence back up... they attacked Diagon Alley while his grand-children and great-grandchildren were shopping. By the time Harry located them they had been 'studied' to devise counters, replicate their magic, or 'cure' magic.
The muggles learned not to cross a Potter when Harry used his magic to brutally kill the British Royal family, and wiped out the muggle government before killing all the soldiers and placing their bases and equipment under stasis. But the battle wouldn't stop and the ICW was still stupidly advocated hiding so Harry eventually just wiped them out in his massacre too... Governments, religions, zealots, anti-magic bigots, and all those who just demanded magical solutions to their problems were all wiped out until less than a billion people lived on Earth.
Harry had done what Grindelwald and his supporters, and Voldemort and his supporters had only dreamed of... Harry had nearly wiped out non-magical kind and had turned their cities into ruins with arcane battle magic the likes of which hadn't been seen since Merlin and Morgan.
But Fleur, Daphne, and Padma all died a natural death and despite having two happy marriages afterward, Harry was only reminded of what he had lost here in this world.
Harry tried killing himself first, but he just kept coming back no matter what he did so he eventually decided too just try traveling to another universe. The problem was that opening a gateway to another universe was a monumental undertaking and would require truly massive amounts of power... it was with this obstacle in his way and with Harry being unable to devise a solution to overcome it that Death appeared.
"Hello Hadrian," Death spoke, levitating down from the sky as Harry felt Death's overwhelming power.
Harry turned to face this unknown being... a man about 6'1 in height with jet black hair piercing blue eyes and his lithe form was glad in black and silver robes and armor with the symbol of the Deathly Hallows on them.
"Death," Harry realized.
"Yes, Hadrian. I've sensed your attempts to kill yourself and travel to other universes... You aren't close to being powerful enough to do that, Hadrian. Not even with you having far surpassed Merlin and Morgan's combined powers, but you've saved power rituals and can double your current power." Death spoke.
"If I double my power then I can open a small portal to another universe?" Harry asked.
"Yes, but it will still deplete 95% of your magical power and it will only last under ten seconds so you will need too be very quick," Death replied.
"Why are you helping me?" Harry asked.
"This Earth has no pressing needs... the population is manageable, the planet itself is healing with the life-force absorbed back into the planet, and the magicals and few surviving non-magicals won't reach critical levels for another five-hundred years due too magicals producing fewer children. The other Earth that you will arrive in will need you decades from now."
"Wouldn't me leaving this universe put me out of your jurisdiction?"
"No. I am multi-versal and your powers are linked to mine. You are my champion and you are only beginning too discover your full powers so I have no intention of severing that link and weakening you. I will guide your first portal to the chosen universe... it's a universe heavily influenced by magic with chi and martial arts also being prominent in your next path. Thankfully you took up martial arts seriously after mastering magic and with the dedication that you showed you should do perfectly with further training."
Harry nodded. "How do I do this?"
"You gather your possessions first... books, scrolls, journals, wealth, armor, weapons, treasure, movies perhaps, and any magical artifacts that you want. You'll need too perform the ritual, of course, but after that just use your accurate research too open the portal and I'll guide the process. It's like apparition... know the destination, which I'll handle this time, open the portal while focusing on the destination, and then just enter it."
It took Harry a month too get his affairs in order and gather his wealth and several nations former wealth. Harry said goodbye to his surviving family members and then opened the portal, stepping through it without hesitation.
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And after exiting the portal Harry was falling towards the earth while annoyed at himself and Death for either causing it or simply not correcting it.
"It's your destiny to amuse me this time... and it draws the needed attention," Death spoke into Harry's mind.
"Damn it!" Harry called out as he crashed into the ground, with his ritually endowed durability of a giant saving him from major injury.
Harry climbed out of crater, vaguely aware of the sound of thunder, and magically repaired his torn clothes.
"That stung!" Harry exclaimed, rubbing his back.
"State your purpose for coming to Earthrealm, Sorcerer," a baritone voice spoke.
Harry looked at the being in annoyance, extending his senses and learning of the mans divinity.
"I got tired of my universes Earth... there was a war between magicals and non-magicals and I was forced too defend my own people who had lived as a separate society for centuries. I won but I'm only reminded of my losses and I wanted to start a new life in another universe away from those reminders." Harry replied, opting to be polite in his weakened state.
"How bad was the war?" Raiden asked, hoping that learning could give him helpful ideas in preventing something similar from happening here.
"They attacked a major center of our civilization, killed women, children and non-kombatants in general, and abducted some for study... they tortured children to provoke accidental magic and locate where in the body it originated from and sought too either wipe us all out or bring magicals into servitude. It was an all out war between two peoples with over eleven billion non-magicals being killed by just one billion magicals... several billion were religious zealots, hundreds of millions believed us too be a genetic abnormality that needed too be purged or simply viewed it as a conflict to establish dominance of a species, and a lot wanted to demand magical solutions that didn't exist and refused to accept that simple truth... the magicals eventually decided too just take the stable, permanent, and peace winning solution. Genocide via death fields that returned the life-force too the Earth and undid all the pollution and damage done over the millennia."
It sounded to Raiden like magicals were forced too kill those without magic and had lost faith that that any of their enemies could be redeemed... Either way the genocide was understandable despite it also being truly horrible. They were forced into hiding so there was clearly oppression and conflict previously between the two peoples.
"I will allow you too remain on Earthrealm," Raiden said, despite sensing the darkness with Harry. That darkness was largely balanced with light though.
"Thank you," Harry replied. "I don't have the energy too travel back right now anyway. It took 95% of my full power too make the trip and I would need to rest before returning."
"It consumes such power traveling between universes?" Raiden questioned despite sensing just how weakened Harry currently was.
"Yes. Think of each universe as an egg, but the shell is very hard too break. I could only open a small portal for one person with my power, but due to my sub-species ability my magic will replenish and grow 10-15%."
"During your life in this alternate Earth did you study martial arts?" Raiden asked.
"Yes... I learned from Bruce Lee, Yip Man, Royce Gracie, Helio Gracie, Anderson Silva, Mas Oyama, and several other soldiers, martial artists, and assassins out of boredom." Harry replied but Raiden didn't show any recognition of the names. "What year is it? Those are pretty big names."
"I believe it's the 1940's, but I don't know what exact year. The Second World War is currently raging and Mount Song has recently been captured."
"1944 then, if events are similar too my home universe. The war should end by 1946 at the latest... Why were you curious about martial arts skills?"
"Every fifty years there is a tournament and Earthrealm has lost nine of them so far... if we lose one more then Earthrealm will be merged with Outworld and fall under the control of Shao Kahn and he will spread his evil and corruption even further. I'd like you too train for this tournament and too help defend Earthrealm while you are living here. The next tournament is in 48 years."
"I'll do it, but who will be training me?" Harry asked.
"The White Lotus Society, the Wu Shi Academy, and the Order of Light will. They help provide fighters for the Mortal Kombat tournament and will train you until they deem you ready." Raiden replied.
"Okay, will you take me to them?" Harry asked.
Raiden nodded and teleported them both away.
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It took Harry six years to prove himself and then he was free too go and travel the world too study further... Harry wisely spent his time training, studying history and lore, and forming friendships and connections, and building himself a grand home and training center.
Harry decided to fulfill his goal of fighting the greats too...
Harry rented out a stadium in America, placed a ten million dollar prize for defeating him in single-kombat... Harry fought all day against opponents, but not one of them could defeat him. Harry charged admission too, of course, and made millions a year for a few events from 1951 to 1989 by beating countless challengers in fights while still holding back a lot. Harry even accepted entire teams as opponents; family, friends, military buddies, and some were just martial artist friends trying to make a buck.
Harry took great joy in kicking Steven Seagal's stupid ass, but Chuck Norris, Bruce Lee, and other reputable martial artists were all given a chance to shine but they only disappointed Harry. Chuck was point fights only and couldn't handle an actual fight with a superhuman well, but ten million dollars was far too tempting of a prize for him. Bruce Lee lasted five minutes with Harry enjoying the testing of their capabilities, but even he was still beaten pretty quickly once Harry fully used his centuries of experience and his knowledge of his opponent.
Yet while doing this Harry still trained and had the good fortune too be at the Shaolin Temple when the Red Guards arrived too erase its history and Buddhism... Harry just killed them all with his bare hands and took countless bullets while remaining uninjured and then Harry used the Imperious Curse and mass Confundus Charms too set the different factions of the Red Guards against each other earlier. Keeping them focused on each other and letting them exhaust each other solved a lot of problems and Harry soon caused further division, but this time in the Communist Party of China, its military, and government. It forced them too leave the Shaolin and their interests alone; they never troubled them again, and Mao Zedong died only after having seen his dream be destroyed.
Harry was also asked to help a young Shaolin named Liu Kang control his fire manipulation powers... Harry accepted given how dangerous fire elementals could be.
"Okay, Liu Kang. We'll start with you demonstrating what you can do." Harry said, projecting a force-field around the training area too contain any flames.
Kang nodded shyly and then used a weak and poorly formed fireball against a rock and then a stream of fire before stopping.
"Okay... for the fireballs and streams you will need a lot of practice and I'll teach you some control exercises too. Fire manipulation is largely based upon practice and control exercises while slowly building upon that foundation too prevent accidents and mass destruction. In short don't try generating more fire than you can safely control and have previously controlled." Harry said.
"First, I want you too build a fireball step-by-step of pure fire. It has to be solid too inflict maximum harm and damage... First you form the smallest orb of pure fire that you can and then gradually channel more into it until it reaches the desired size without losing any purity." As an example, Harry did what he wanted Kang too do... first slowly and then gradually enlarging it. Having done that, Harry destroyed a nearby boulder with a green fireball.
"Why is your fire green?" Liu Kang asked.
"Because it burns much hotter than red fire. I can power it down too conserve energy, but that's my natural level of heat and power. I'm not sure if your fire manipulation will advance to that level any time soon though. It took centuries for my fire too grow that hot... granted that I seldom ever trained my elemental powers back then." Harry said. "Now, I want you too practice forming fireballs until you can at least do it as fast as I've just demonstrated."
"Yes, Master Hadrian," Kang said respectfully.
It barely even took Liu Kang an hour too pick that up and achieve the required speed.
"Well done," Harry said in congratulations. "If you feel able then we can continue a little longer and improve your streams of fire."
"I can continue," Kang replied.
"Good. Now instead of a stream of fire I want you too focus it further into a beam of fire... and when you're ready you can expand it into a stream of fire like a flamethrower and then alternate between those two forms until I feel that you can do that well. Then we'll focus on you using each form from the start rather than just switching between the two."
Liu Kang nodded and began working on the assignment, but it only took him ten minutes on each part of it and that was only because of the high standard that Harry set.
"Well you should still have enough energy to practice some control exercises," Harry commented, sensing Liu Kang's remaining magical power.
"I thought that was what I was just doing?" Liu Kang asked in confusion.
"You were refining the two techniques that you knew and you learned a third one also. The actual control exercises are quite boring but they are very beneficial in learning too better control the fire element and help you in advancing your skills without a teacher too. I'll be teaching you what you need to know too develop your own techniques and letting you create a style of fire manipulation that suits your needs instead of just learning my own personal style and techniques... several of which are incredibly advanced, highly power consuming, and possibly even fatal to yourself."
And so began the teaching of control exercises...
Liu Kang learned too control the flames on torches and candles while in meditation, prevent leafs from being burned up, and was given some advice on emotional control.
Over the next few days after that Liu Kang learned too form blades of fire, blocking fire, fire daggers, fire whips, fire redirection, how too teleport in a burst of flames, ignite his limbs, and how too draw energy from his opponents and form it into a fireball, but he was displeased that Harry wouldn't teach him to absorb fire into himself and convert it into more power for his elemental ability...
"No, Liu Kang. You need far more experience for that. If you do it wrong you can either explode or be burned alive from the inside out. It's a technique that I only teach with rigorous testing, intense contemplation, and after evaluating the students personality, mind, and maturity." Harry replied firmly, unwilling to budge on the matter.
Liu Kang nodded in understanding, deciding too come back when he was older and learn it then.
Lord Raiden appeared nearby in a flash of lightning, immediately drawing Harry and Liu Kang's attention.
"Liu Kang has completed his training with you, I trust?" Raiden asked.
"Yes in excellent time, I might add," Harry replied.
"And your own training?" Raiden inquired.
"I should perform quite well in Mortal Kombat and be able too defeat anyone there," Harry replied.
"I advise caution. Our enemies are not to be underestimated."
"I know. I rarely ever underestimate people. I'm simply extremely powerful and I've refined my fighting ability twenty-fold in the last 45 years. Would it be considered disrespectful too challenge a god to a spar?"
"Yes," Liu Kang replied in amusement.
"Yes it would be," Raiden replied.
"Well that's no fun and you won't be able too personally evaluate my skills," Harry said in annoyance. Harry really wanted too outfight gods, but to do that he had too fight them.
"I'm sure that you will perform well. The next Mortal Kombat tournament is in three years time and you will be able to test your skills against the best Outworld has too offer. Liu Kang will also be one of Earthrealm's fighters." Raiden said.
"Good. I'm spending the next three years fighting and training. How will I be notified of when the tournament begins and where to be?"
"I will inform you and retrieve you," Raiden replied.
"Excellent. I'll compete with my identity masked in case they've been spying upon Earth and my numerous fights taken too challenge my endurance and fighting ability."
"How did you test yourself?" Kang asked in interest, considering doing something similar.
"I fought for three days straight with minimal food and water," Harry replied. "I offered a ten million dollar prize for every event from 1951 to 1989 and I've never lost. I've made over 250 million dollars by doing that and I've tested my stamina, analytical ability, and my ability too adapt greatly."
Liu Kang was impressed and so was Raiden, albeit nowhere near as much.
Raiden teleported himself and Liu Kang away and Harry began spawning duplicates of himself to fight with while putting on weighted clothes.
Harry would enter his first Mortal Kombat tournament much stronger, a better fighter, and be able too fight multiple opponents of equal power and skill.
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