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Chapter 243: Set a Small Goal, Multi-Universe Gods
🕑 Added 2025-05-19 18:08:42 +0000 UTCWhile Ayesha was still thinking, the Supreme Evolutionary stepped into the palace, flanked by his entourage.
Ayesha quickly rose and walked down to greet him.
Although she was the High Priestess of the Sovereign Star, she dared not show the slightest arrogance in the presence of the Supreme Evolutionary.
He was a Black man clad in sleek, black technological armor. There was fury in his stern expression. Upon closer inspection, a seam could be seen where his face met his hairline, as though he wore a human-skin mask sewn tightly together—striking fear into all who saw him.
"Ayesha," he demanded coldly, "why have you hidden 89P13 from me all these years?"
Even as Ayesha offered a submissive smile, the Supreme Evolutionary showed no mercy. With a flick of his hand, he sent her crashing across the floor.
Struggling to her feet, Ayesha dared not display resentment outwardly, but inside, disgust and fury simmered at the Supreme Evolutionary's cruelty.
Once, she wouldn't have dared harbor such thoughts.
She understood all too well the terror he instilled, the brutality he wielded, and the sheer power he commanded—enough to crush an entire civilization.
His reputation echoed across the Galaxy, comparable even to Thanos.
The Supreme Evolutionary commanded a vast fleet, his flagship ranking among the most advanced in the Galaxy. Only the Collectors’s base in the Land of Nothingness could rival it.
Though he didn’t use a single planet as a traditional home base, he controlled many across the stars as his own.
As the creator of the Sovereign race, the Supreme Evolutionary held the power to obliterate them at will. Their very genetic programming was encoded into his superior brain.
To betray him was to invite annihilation.
But now, the Sovereign people had embraced magic, discovering the extraordinary realm of supernatural forces.
Given enough time, they might break free from his control.
But not yet.
"I was wrong, Your Majesty!" Ayesha cried. "I only discovered the truth recently!"
"Hmph. Find 89P13 and bring it to me," he commanded. "Or I will wipe out your entire civilization. I am your creator—I have the power and authority to do so. Do you understand?"
His eyes were devoid of all emotion. Only when Rocket Raccoon was mentioned did something shift in him—obsession, perhaps even madness.
"Yes, I understand," Ayesha said cautiously. "But Master, I fear we no longer have the strength to capture him."
Though she wished to agree, the current reality gave her pause.
"He's now part of the Guardians of the Galaxy," she continued. "Their power cannot be underestimated. They've pledged allegiance to the God of Magic and have tapped into the force of Mephisto’s dimension."
"Members like Gamora and Nebula are apostles of the God of Magic."
"Not long ago, the Guardians clashed with the Matrix tribe, slaughtering thousands. It escalated until the God of Magic descended and obliterated the Matrix forces in one move."
"You may not know this, but the Matrix civilization was the most powerful in recent years. They nearly wiped out the Kree Empire in under two years."
"Sovereign forces alone cannot match the Guardians."
"Especially not when they have a real god standing behind them."
"Gods? There are no gods in this universe!" the Supreme Evolutionary shouted, his voice erupting like thunder.
"Remember—there are no gods!" he roared.
"That is why I create. Do you understand?"
He didn’t believe in gods. Or rather, he refused to believe.
If gods existed, why was the universe so steeped in war? Why were the races locked in endless struggle? Why did violence reign supreme?
He had made it his mission to forge the perfect race. A utopia without war or death.
He would be the one true god.
The rest? False idols. Frauds unworthy of the name.
Ayesha bowed deeply, too afraid to speak further.
She feared even a stray word might provoke his wrath.
A subordinate arrived then, whispering something in his ear.
The Supreme Evolutionary narrowed his eyes.
"Are you sure there’s someone like that in the universe?"
"Destroyed an entire galaxy and an army of tens of billions in an instant?"
"According to our intel, the God of Magic might be real," the subordinate replied.
The Supreme Evolutionary fell silent.
He was confident in his own power. His face bore scars from Rocket Raccoon’s attack—an insult he had never forgotten.
In response, he had crafted an armor so advanced it could manipulate planetary gravity.
He could destroy worlds.
Civilizations feared him. Even the notorious United Predator Organization tread lightly in his presence.
His title as ‘creator’ made him as feared as Death itself.
And yet, not even he could claim to have annihilated the Kree Empire or the Matrix horde.
The God of Magic had done that.
Still, he refused to believe.
He’d visited countless planets, encountered so-called deities.
To him, they were just beings with advanced abilities or superior technology.
He could kill them all with his own tech.
Though he'd recently been consumed by anti-Earth research, he doubted the universe had changed so drastically in a few short years.
No, there was no god. Perhaps this “God of Magic” was merely another form of technology.
That, he could understand. And that, he could fight.
He needed to study this being. Once face-to-face, he could analyze and counter whatever hidden tech lay beneath the mask of divinity.
He told himself this again and again, hypnotizing his own doubts into submission.
"No matter. Awaken Adam early. I will provide enhanced technical support."
"Let Adam the Warlock hunt down 89P13."
After a moment’s thought, he chose a cautious approach.
Despite the God of Magic’s overwhelming power, he was running out of time.
His perfect creation was nearing completion. A new world awaited.
But he needed Rocket’s brain.
It had only taken a cursory study to realize the raccoon's intellect might surpass his own.
Shameful, perhaps—but also a beacon of possibility.
He believed Rocket's brain could change the very structure of the universe.
Could make him a true god.
He would sacrifice anything to achieve that—even everything he had built.
After all, it was just a lab rat. Would the God of Magic go to war for an experimental specimen?
That would be madness.
A raccoon, no matter how intelligent, was his creation. It did not even count as a true life form.
Surely the God of Magic would see reason.
Ayesha wanted to object—but she lacked the right.
She could only nod in silence.
Yet the image of the God of Magic’s overwhelming power filled her with dread.
The Sovereign might be doomed.
Unless... they betrayed the Supreme Evolutionary.
The thought struck Ayesha like lightning.
But as she considered it, a strange calm followed.
Maybe... it was possible.
The Supreme Evolutionary remained unaware of her shifting thoughts.
He had absolute confidence in his rule. The Sovereign were his creation—obedient, programmable, dependent.
They would never betray him.
"89P13, you won’t escape," he muttered. "No one can protect you. Not even a god."
"I will kill gods if I must."
Earth...
In a hidden underground lab, a tall robot was hard at work.
This was Zola’s new body.
But unlike past ambitions, Zola had avoided drawing attention from the God of Magic. He’d abandoned his initial plans and simply forged a body from Vibranium.
He had a new mission now: to construct a teleportation device.
One that could send someone to a parallel universe.
He had decided that rather than wait to be destroyed by the ever-strengthening God of Magic, it would be wiser to flee—explore other dimensions.
With knowledge from the Dimensional Lords, Kree Empire tech, and Space Gem data, Zola saw a clear opportunity.
A parallel universe teleporter was not only possible—it was within reach.
However, as Zola tinkered, the tendrils of the magic web had already begun expanding outward.
Powered by the Infinite Gems, the web of magic now spanned across the cosmos.
A recent upgrade had allowed it to spread beyond its limits—no longer restrained, its reach was growing steadily.
Even without full Gem power, the net's structure allowed for continued expansion. All it needed were enough nodes.
Had Aaron not siphoned off so much power, the web might have already pierced other dimensions.
And Zola’s research into spatial manipulation only accelerated the process unknowingly.
Before long, the tendrils of the magic net breached the boundaries of alternate realities.
It began to take root in other universes—awaiting those destined to discover it.
Aaron, the master of the net, noticed the anomaly.
He had planned to send apostles into other dimensions when the time was right.
And gather Infinite Gems to speed things up.
But now? Perhaps he could act ahead of schedule.
The current operating protocols of the magic web could no longer keep up.
An upgrade was inevitable.
Luckily, it wouldn’t take long.
His years of research had pushed his intelligence to 0.7—a nearly omniscient level.
While he hadn’t reached omnipotence, he was certainly among the smartest beings in any universe.
Smarter than Rocket Raccoon.
With vast, diverse knowledge, he didn’t even need his divine boons anymore. His brain alone could elevate him across realities.
And no Kang the Conqueror could stop him.
Speaking of which—wasn’t Kang still locked in the Quantum Realm?
Aaron hadn’t reached into the Quantum Realm yet. If he did, eliminating Kang wouldn’t be an issue.
A mortal with future tech. Sure, he could reduce lesser gods with temporal attacks.
But Aaron? Not a chance.
He thought briefly of other intellect-based villains... but dismissed them all.
In the multi-universe, few—if any—matched his mind.
And he had yet to reach his peak.
Aaron turned his focus back to the net. He began designing a new protocol to optimize it.
The multi-universe awaited.
He would expand.
And since he’d chosen to grow stronger...
Then he might as well set a small goal:
Become a god across the multi-universe.
