Very Big Problem with op my mc :(

[Aijikan]

If my character is beyond all scaling, what happens when he takes a leak? Would his pee punch straight through the toilet, shatter the dimensional barrier, and leave a never-ending hole in reality? Imagine it: an eternal golden beam slicing through existence, creating auroras so beautiful they’d make gods weep. Chinese cultivators would drop everything, rushing to sit cross-legged in the glow, furiously absorbing its god-tier qi. Supreme beings would bow down, naming it the Stream of Eternity, writing scriptures about it—while secretly crying because they’ll never trace its origin.

The real question is: how do we contain this divine downpour? The universe would need a toilet forged from vibranium, star cores, and Hulk's elastic pants just to hold the splash zone in check. And even then, good luck avoiding the backsplash—one misfire and we’ve got another Big Bang on our hands. Forget world-ending villains; his biggest enemy is aiming for the bowl.

 

[laccoff_mawning]

What if his body just doesn't produce waste material anymore? Maybe he can use all nutrients he absorbs without waste, solving the problem before it even begins.

 

[Aijikan]

What if his body just doesn't produce waste material anymore? Maybe he can use all nutrients he absorbs without waste, solving the problem before it even begins.

I'm the writer. I hereby declare that he eats, digests, he acts like normal human, he needs to release his pressure in both ways, he needs to have at least 1 gf in his life, he shouldn't be virgin, he should be a skibidi sigma and so on.... Now solve the problem?

 

[Seaspecter]

If my character is beyond all scaling, what happens when he takes a leak? Would his pee punch straight through the toilet, shatter the dimensional barrier, and leave a never-ending hole in reality? Imagine it: an eternal golden beam slicing through existence, creating auroras so beautiful they’d make gods weep. Chinese cultivators would drop everything, rushing to sit cross-legged in the glow, furiously absorbing its god-tier qi. Supreme beings would bow down, naming it the Stream of Eternity, writing scriptures about it—while secretly crying because they’ll never trace its origin.

The real question is: how do we contain this divine downpour? The universe would need a toilet forged from vibranium, star cores, and Hulk's elastic pants just to hold the splash zone in check. And even then, good luck avoiding the backsplash—one misfire and we’ve got another Big Bang on our hands. Forget world-ending villains; his biggest enemy is aiming for the bowl.

Send a cute girl to talk to him and he'll lose all of his powers.

 

[laccoff_mawning]

Fine. He stands on a specially-made concrete pad that's thick enough to fire a rocket from. He then aims at the nearest meteor on a collision course with earth and fires away, hitting two birds with one stone by saving the earth and relieving himself at the same time.

 

[Gray_Mann]

Imagine it: an eternal golden beam slicing through existence, creating auroras so beautiful they’d make gods weep. Chinese cultivators would drop everything, rushing to sit cross-legged in the glow, furiously absorbing its god-tier qi. Supreme beings would bow down, naming it the Stream of Eternity, writing scriptures about it—while secretly crying because they’ll never trace its origin.

Had to re-read to make sure you were still referring to a piss-stream

 

[Puji-Maki]

Just don't shit.

 

[Tatsuo]

Just give him a very strong digestive system that melts anything he eat

Just give him a very strong digestive system that melts anything he eat or drink

 

[3guanoff]

anyone worth their salt can control their power. if you nuke a place every time you take a piss, you are not overpowered, you are overforced. for force one cannot control is not power.

 

[Aijikan]

anyone worth their salt can control their power. if you nuke a place every time you take a piss, you are not overpowered, you are overforced. for force one cannot control is not power.

I don't think anyone can control their power when they have serious pressure :) specially when mine isn't a cool baddist n, he is a humorous guy with power beyond anyone's comprehension. He doesn't become serious in these tye of matters, instead he just acts rushed, funny and disharmonious and that's what my readers love about him :)

 

[3guanoff]

instead he just acts rushed, funny and disharmonious

I see. So his mental capacity is low...

with power beyond anyone's comprehension

... but he posesses a great amount of physical force.

If my character is beyond all scaling, what happens when he takes a leak?

Someone beyond all scaling has enough foresight not to piss on the street.

I don't think anyone can control their power when they have serious pressure :)

And I doubt most people would say they possess the power of pissing forcefully. Since, as you rightly note, it is difficult to control such matters, pissing strongly is not a power.
Effectiveness may be an aspect of power but without control one is but a toddler smashing and bumbling their way through the world.

And I am glad your readers enjoy the novel. Far be it from me to tell you how to write your books, but you asked a question, and this is my answer.

 

[RedMuffin]

If my character is beyond all scaling, what happens when he takes a leak? Would his pee punch straight through the toilet, shatter the dimensional barrier, and leave a never-ending hole in reality? Imagine it: an eternal golden beam slicing through existence, creating auroras so beautiful they’d make gods weep. Chinese cultivators would drop everything, rushing to sit cross-legged in the glow, furiously absorbing its god-tier qi. Supreme beings would bow down, naming it the Stream of Eternity, writing scriptures about it—while secretly crying because they’ll never trace its origin.

The real question is: how do we contain this divine downpour? The universe would need a toilet forged from vibranium, star cores, and Hulk's elastic pants just to hold the splash zone in check. And even then, good luck avoiding the backsplash—one misfire and we’ve got another Big Bang on our hands. Forget world-ending villains; his biggest enemy is aiming for the bowl.