Chapter 204 The New Mayor
Manhattan, Silicon Alley.
Mango Car Factory.
The Asgardian God-King's descent upon Midgard scared the onlookers, who instantly scattered like birds.
Seeing nine long-legged, big-breasted blonde women surrounding Thor, Odin immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"Maya, thankfully there are no Black Devils."
Loki had mentioned that Uncle Murdoch... Mr. Murdoch, seemed to intensely dislike Black Devils, and if a Black Devil were to suddenly appear among the Asgardian royal offspring...
Odin got a headache just thinking about it.
Fortunately, though Thor was a bit mischievous, his aesthetic sense was still intact.
"Father, Mother, why have you come?"
Smack~ Odin immediately delivered a powerful slap, making Thor's head ring.
"Thor, are you alright?" A blonde woman, with her tea art skills maxed out, quickly stepped forward and gently stroked Thor's cheek.
Thor gave a wry smile: "I'm fine. These are my Father and Mother. Loki is my younger brother, and this is..."
Loki, being perceptive, said: "Our eldest sister."
Loki had learned many good qualities from Uncle Murdoch, such as respecting elders and being gentle with people, but he could never learn the art of trickery he desired most.
Thor paused for a few seconds, then shouted: "Sister."
Hela nodded: "Are these all your sisters-in-law?"
"Uh-huh."
Hearing Thor's admission, Odin sighed helplessly. If Thor had been alone, he would have made the rebellious son taste the pain of a spanked bottom, no matter what.
But with his future daughters-in-law present, Odincould only say softly: "Such a big matter, and you didn't even tell the family. Take them back to Asgard to carry their pregnancies."
"Okay." Thor was concise.
He still seemed to be reeling from the shock of soon having nine children.
"Tell your families. I'll take you to Asgard to stay for a while."
The nine women successively called their families and then quickly asked their factory supervisor for leave.
The supervisor had never seen such a spectacle and was completely at a loss.
"Dr. Banner, if I refuse their leave, would that be considered a diplomatic incident?"
Bruce Banner chuckled: "I don't have a say in this. I suggest you report it to the boss."
"Right, right, right."
Hearing that Odin was taking nine daughters-in-law back to Asgard to carry their pregnancies, Qin Moquickly extricated himself from Jane's embrace.
Wasn't setting up this whole scenario for this very drama today?
Two minutes later, Qin Mo descended from the sky.
"Oh, Brother Odin, why didn't you tell me you were coming to Midgard?"
"Mr. Murdoch." Odin cupped his hands in greeting.
Frigga at his side smiled in acknowledgment, while Hela's gaze was fixed on Qin Mo, unwilling to even blink.
It was this mysterious man who had allowed the old man and her Frost Giant brother to break through to higher realms.
Such a handsome young man.
Hearing Thor and Loki both call him 'Uncle', Helafollowed suit: "Uncle Murdoch, hello, I'm Hela."
Her 'Uncle' was delivered with a full-on 'clip' voice; she, Hela, also wanted to break through, after all.
Qin Mo smiled and nodded.
"Brother, what is this?"
Odin's face was filled with helplessness: "This rebellious son, Thor, found some girlfriends... and they're pregnant."
"Are these all of them?" Qin Mo asked, feigning ignorance.
"Uh-huh, these are all of them." Odin lowered his head, too ashamed to face anyone.
"Mr. Mayor, I'm sorry, but Thor and I are mutually in love. It's not a casual relationship."
Due to his god-like strength, Qin Mo naturally carried an aura of authority, which pressed down on Thor's girlfriends, making them all lower their heads.
"Brother Odin, Great America here doesn't support polygamy. I wonder about Asgard?"
Hearing this question, Odin inwardly cursed, 'Oh no, this kid is digging a pit for me.'
My lord, please put an end to your mischievousness.
If Odin dared to say today that Asgard supported polygamy, he would definitely face cold violence from Frigga that night.
But if he didn't give a clear answer, Odin worried that Murdoch would hinder him from taking his future daughters-in-law back to Asgard to carry their pregnancies.
After all, the daughters-in-law were all Earthlings.
As the Lord of Midgard, Murdoch indeed had the right to make such a demand.
As Odin's eyes flickered, a plan suddenly formed: "Mr. Murdoch, I am no longer the God-King of Asgard. Helais now."
Not? Old man, is this how you play?
Hela, who was enjoying the drama, couldn't help but grumble inwardly—the old man was not playing fair.
Noticing the other party's gaze shift to her, Hela smiled: "Uncle, you decide this matter."
"If you say Asgard practices monogamy, we will implement monogamy. If you think polygamy is better, we will implement that."
"Of course, polyandry is also fine."
"That's not necessary." Qin Mo shook his head.
Even with how fiercely female martial arts practitioners fought in his previous life, he'd never heard of polyandry.
Such a thing could easily make people uncomfortable.
"They are all New York citizens. It's best if Thor registers it."
"No problem." Thor nodded: "I will definitely support your work, Uncle."
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the entire Asgardian family returned to Asgard via the Bifrost Bridge.
...
Three days later, New York City Hall.
Due to the original mayor abandoning his post when aliens invaded New York, the city initiated a new round of mayoral elections.
Nominally, it was an election, but all Earthlings knew that there would only be one mayor, and only That Manwould become the new mayor.
The truth was as speculated: former Congressman Qin Murdoch was unanimously elected as the new mayor.
As it was a post-war reconstruction period, certain unnecessary procedures and ceremonies were waived.
However, the inauguration ceremony, which included awarding outstanding superheroes and public officials who contributed during the Battle of New York, was held grandly in front of the City Hall building.
Under the witness of countless news media and citizens, the new mayor, Qin Murdoch, came before the award-winning heroes, shaking hands and thanking them one by one, and taking photos.
Tony winked: "I guessed right, didn't I?"
"Mr. Stark, thank you for your contributions to this city."
Tony had received countless awards in his life, but he had never felt like this before: it felt quite good.
However, when he saw his old friend's official demeanor, the desire to enter politics that had just arisen in his heart quickly receded.
Having been immersed in officialdom for many years, Qin Mo was no longer the young agent who first joined S.H.I.E.L.D.
When it came to putting on a show, he was a professional.
"Captain Rogers, thank you for your contributions to your hometown. The folks will always remember you."
Steve raised his hand and returned a standard military salute: "To serve the people!"
"Dr. Bruce Banner..."
"Agent Clint Barton..."
"Director Phil Coulson..."
"Captain Brock Rumlow..."
"Director George Stacy..."
"Mr. Wilson Fisk..."
After the awards ceremony, Qin Mo, escorted by two bodyguards, walked to the podium to deliver his inaugural speech.
"Ladies and Gentlemen."
"Let us give a warm round of applause once again to the superheroes who contributed to protecting our hometown!"
Chapter 205 Are you starting to be greedy now?
New York City Hall, conference room.
At the invitation of the new Mayor, the heads of various New York companies came to attend the post-war reconstruction meeting.
Participants included: Pepper Potts, CEO of Stark Industries; Norman Osborn, CEO of Osborn Group; Killian, CEO of AIM Pioneer Technology; Kingpin, CEO of Kingpin Group...
As well as the heads of various departments of the New York City government.
Qin Mo took the coffee handed to him by his secretary, Quintessa, and looked at the attendees: "Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to participate in the post-war reconstruction work."
Norman Osborn quickly said, "Mr. Mayor, as New Yorkers, it is our honor to be able to contribute to the reconstruction work."
Reconstruction means a large influx of capital.
Especially in post-disaster reconstruction, where capital flows, that's where the profits are.
For these big capitalists, wherever there is profit, they open their bloody mouths and bite there.
In the past, the Osborn Group was not even qualified to sit at the table when it came to dividing these cakes.
Now, at the invitation of the new Mayor, Norman Osborn personally attended, for fear that if he was a step too slow, he would be squeezed off the table by others.
Qin Mo smiled.
"Mr. Osborn has a high level of awareness."
"With the strong support of all you people's entrepreneurs, I believe New York City will be able to restore its former prosperity as soon as possible."
"Mr. Mayor, it's all what we should do…"
Regarding the reconstruction cake, it was ultimately Qin Mo who re-divided it according to each company's business scope.
Kingpin and Killian naturally got the largest piece of cake, followed by Stark Industries.
New York, as a highly autonomous city, has an independent city charter and Police system, and is not subordinate to the New York State government.
The Mayor does not need to obey the governor's orders, and only needs to be responsible to the citizens.
In other words, in this small corner of New York, Qin Mo's word is now law.
Although the City Council limits power, that was for the previous Mayor.
In front of Qin Mo, who would dare to disobey?
Throw an Anti-Life Equation at them, and all City Council members—they're all his people.
If he wasn't worried that his future life would be too boring, Qin Mo would have long since thrown out an oversized Anti-Life Equation, turning all humans on Earth into puppets.
It's just… if he did that, his future life would be like playing a single-player game with cheats on.
Earth would eventually be ruined by him.
Instead, other Planets are worth trying out when he has time.
Like the Nova Empire, Kree Empire, and Shi'ar Empire, it's worth activating the Anti-Life Equation once.
Looking at the capitalists who were overjoyed at the prospect of biting into a piece of cake, Qin Mo thought to himself.
"I am still too kind after all."
Once a person starts to become kind, it is almost inevitable that they will become poor.
Fortunately, Qin Mo is not human.
He is a Celestial, so this law does not apply to him.
"Everyone, regarding the reconstruction work, I have only one request—it must be completed with quality and quantity."
"The road ahead is still long, and there will be many opportunities for future cooperation. I don't want anyone to fall behind."
Having been immersed in the World of fame and fortune for many years, the capitalists present had already understood the hidden meaning in the Mayor's words:
My term has just begun, you can be greedy, but the first job must be done beautifully.
They also understood: doing the reconstruction work well and perfectly was a letter of submission to the new Mayor.
This letter of submission determined whether they would have the qualification to sit at the table and divide the cake for the next four or even eight years.
Kingpin immediately guaranteed: "Mr. Mayor, please rest assured, even if we lose money, our Kingpin Group will complete the work with quality and quantity."
Qin Mo waved his hand: "It's not to the point of making you lose money; the profits should be in line with market conditions."
"Alright, given that the aftermath work is still in progress, I won't take up your time. Once everything settles down, I'll celebrate with you all."
"Then you must be busy, we'll take our leave."
Watching the capitalists leave, Qin Mo rubbed his head: This kind of work is not suitable for the main body to oversee; it's better to let the hard-working clones handle it.
The main body should honestly be a mascot, lying in his girlfriends' arms… counting money.
After four years of development, Qin Mo was no longer the small boss of a law firm he once was.
His assets alone, including the Xiunan chain hotels, Mango Mobile Company, and car company, generate considerable dividends every year.
Not to mention the Infinity Stones prepared for Thanos.
Five Infinity Stones are enough for Thanos to lead the Black Order to plunder wealth in the Universe.
Why five?
Because the Soul Stone requires sacrificing a loved one.
This kind of thankless task, it's better to let Thanossacrifice his loved one, then snatch the Soul Stone, and then sell it back to Thanos.
At that time, he should be able to reach an invincible realm.
His peripheral vision caught Quintessa, in a hip-hugging skirt, bending over to organize documents, and Qin Mocasually asked.
"How is it, are you adapting to the secretary work?"
"It's alright, much easier than back home."
Quintessa, after all, claimed to be the Creator, an existence who could turn Optimus Prime dark with a single slap. Being a mere Mayor's secretary was incredibly easy for her.
"The reconstruction work has just begun. You and Aliceshould put in more effort. If there are any troublesome guys, hand them over to Kingpin to fill the sea."
"Okay."
Alice is another humanoid Transformer. For the past two years, she and Quintessa have been acting as maids in Qin Mo's home, occasionally warming his bed.
Now she's been assigned to the Mayor's team as a secretary… to milk the New York City government.
"Work hard, and when there's an opportunity in the future, I'll summon Planet Cybertron…"
Qin Mo is a professional at making grand promises.
"I'm going out for a bit. I'll pick you up after work."
From Kamar-Taj, Wong sent news: the Ancient One's unfilial disciples are trying to summon Dormammu to Earth.
Such a good money-making opportunity, Qin Monaturally wouldn't miss it.
As the Dark Dimension's lord, Dormammu, though not as powerful as the Crimson Lord Cyttorak or the God of Dark magic Chthon, is at least a formidable figure.
Presumably, he has accumulated a lot of wealth over the years. This kind of blood bag, Qin Mo can eat in multiple ways.
You want to summon Dormammu?
Pay up, and I'll help you.
When Dormammu descends upon Earth… hehe, it's easy to come, but to leave? That won't be so easy.
… …
Stark Tower.
After successfully building the nanotech armor, the Tonytrio disbanded.
Dr. Ethan, with enough money to last him a lifetime, went to travel the World and enjoy life; Zhao Hailun fell in love; and Tony was idle due to a lack of inspiration.
After reading the urban planning document Pepperbrought back, Tony stroked his chin and muttered softly.
"King, he's already starting to embezzle?"
Flipping through the planning document again, Tonyshook his head: "No, he's really preparing to be a good Mayor, but this is too illogical."
Tony had never expected that Murdoch, such a greedy person, could resist touching the reconstruction funds.
"Strange, truly strange."
Pepper rubbed her forehead: "Tony, do you have some misunderstanding about Mr. Mayor?"
"Although the profit for the projects allocated to Stark Industries isn't high, in the current economic climate, with so many companies going bankrupt, it's already great that we have projects to work on."
"That's true."
Tony put down the project planning document: "King… indeed didn't treat us as outsiders, nor did he treat us as people."
"Look, the essence of these projects is that he's using our money to do his business."
"No wonder this kid wanted to go into politics, setting the rules with one hand and participating with the other… Pepper, do you think it's still not too late for me to go into politics now?"
Pepper thought very seriously for a moment: "Your… image has never been very good. However, the prodigal son returning home persona actually suits you quite well."
"Are you going to run for Hua Shi Ren?"
Tony shook his head: "It's too late, the election campaign has already begun, and with President Ellis's approval rating, he will most likely be re-elected."
"Let's see about the next term."
Chapter 206 Why did you bring her back?
Kamar-Taj, Main Hall.
Sorcerer Supreme Tom, clad in a red magic cloak, sat bored in a chair, propping his chin.
Not far away, Wong, Mordo, Master Hamir, and Qin Mowere gathered, discussing something.
"Wong, how strong is this Kaecilius?"
Wong rubbed his plump hands: "He started learning earlier. One-on-one, I'm not his match, but if Mordo and I go together, we should be able to take him down."
Mordo nodded in agreement.
Seeing this, Qin Mo appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly he was extremely speechless: 'Should be'… means they probably can't take him down.
Wong spoke again: "With your and the Sorcerer Supreme's strength, taking him down will definitely not be a problem."
At this moment, Qin Mo truly wanted to rush to the Eternity's Temple, capture the Ancient One, and make her continue working like an ox.
If he had to personally handle everything, what was the point of taking over Kamar-Taj?
The reason he seized control of Kamar-Taj from the Trinity of Vishanti wasn't precisely for this large group of oxen?
Unfortunately, with the Ancient One's departure, her disciples and grand-disciples had not yet matured enough to stand on their own.
In short: underage oxen.
"Let's not talk about that for now."
Qin Mo took out a pile of magic contracts and placed them before the three.
"Here, these are the magic contracts you previously signed with the Trinity of Vishanti. I got them back from them."
"This…" Wong's face showed wild joy, so excited that his hands didn't know where to rest, and he could barely speak clearly.
Mordo and Master Hamir were the same, their eyes overflowing with joy.
"Mr. Murdoch, we don't have to pay them back?"
Only those who had personally experienced the days of carrying a magic debt bill every day would understand that heartbreaking, suffocating feeling of being crushed and unable to breathe.
Every day upon waking, they would think: I must not casually cast magic today; I need to save some magicfor living.
Not only that, at the beginning of each month, they would also receive debt collection notices from the Trinity of Vishanti.
Pay back, they couldn't afford to.
Not pay back, they didn't have the guts.
One must know, their creditors were the Multiversal powerhouses, the White magic Gods, the Trinity of Vishanti, whose servants could drown them with a single spit.
They had never even dared to hope to pay off all their debts, only wishing to pay back a portion.
Qin Mo nodded: "I have already paid off the debts you owed previously."
"Thank you."
The three bowed in unison.
From now on, they no longer had to endure those hard days.
And all of this was the Sorcerer Supreme's... Master's, the great Mr. Murdoch's, grace bestowed upon them.
Wong's face flushed with excitement: "We can cast magic freely from now on?"
"What are you thinking?" Qin Mo said, annoyed.
"The Trinity of Vishanti didn't immediately cut off the magic supply out of respect for me. Later, you will sign new contracts with me."
"All magic consumption will be provided by me."
"Don't worry, it won't be like the unscrupulous 'nine out of thirteen returned' contract from before. I only charge twenty percent interest."
Hearing that only twenty percent interest would be charged, the three immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Compared to the previous 'nine out of thirteen returned,' they would now pay exactly half the interest less.
Mr. Murdoch was simply too kind.
"Alternatively, you can also repay with money."
Wong looked melancholic: "Mr. Murdoch, we are all dirt poor; we have no money at all."
Actually, being able to repay magic loans with money was a great boon, but it was limited to wealthy mages.
For poor mages, simply surviving was already difficult enough.
"Don't worry."
After much preamble, Qin Mo revealed his true intentions:
"I have a route in the Universe. The risks are a bit high, but the profits are very good."
"If you are willing to do it, the monthly profits should be enough to repay the magic loans."
Wong hurriedly said: "Tell us more?"
"It's like this."
Qin Mo explained: "Some years ago, I met an alien who could provide technology products and materials not found on Earth."
"But as you know, the journey is long, and with the technology humans currently possess, large-scale interstellar transport is not yet possible."
"Teleportation magic?" Wong asked in return.
"Yes."
Qin Mo continued: "I mentioned it to your Master, but she was too busy at the time."
"Moreover, you don't have to worry about this being a one-time deal; this will be a continuously profitable industry."
"How about it, are you interested?"
Wong, Mordo, and Master Hamir exchanged glances, seeing only eagerness in each other's eyes.
This was equivalent to getting magic for free, without needing to repay borrowed magic.
Mr. Murdoch's kindness was endless.
Not only did he repay their debts, but he also provided them with low-interest magic, and even thought of a way for them to repay the loans.
Seeing that the three were quite tempted, Qin Moadded fuel to the Fire: "As you know, this kind of business doesn't actually require that many teleportation spells."
Wong understood the subtext: This was out of consideration, and for now, only the three of them were being told.
"We'll do it!"
Qin Mo smiled: "Remember to keep it a secret."
"Good."
The three replied simultaneously.
"Alright, you don't need to worry about Kaecilius; I'll go meet him personally..."
Halfway through his sentence, suddenly sensing his clone's return to the Pocket Universe, Qin Mo stood up to leave.
"You all sign the magic contracts first, then assist the Sorcerer Supreme in returning all the contracts to the mages and apprentices, and have them sign new ones."
"Please take care."
Pocket Universe, Blue Star.
Seeing the red-haired woman beside his clone, Qin Mo's eyes instantly widened, extremely puzzled.
"No? Why did you bring her back?"
Not long ago, Qin Mo sent his clone to the MutantUniverse to retrieve the Phoenix Force Shard from Jean Grey, but he unexpectedly brought Jean Grey herself back.
Seeing two identical Qin Mos, Jean Grey recovered from her shock and quickly said.
"It has nothing to do with him; I begged him..."
Qin Mo waved his sleeve to recall his clone, then, with a single grab, forcibly stripped two Phoenix Force Shards from Jean Grey's body.
Immediately after, he refined the two shards in an instant.
She was just an ordinary Phoenix; she wasn't Mystique, and she wasn't worth his pity.
[Phoenix Force Shard 24/49]
At this moment, the vague feeling in Qin Mo's perception became increasingly clear: he was establishing a link with a mysterious dimension.
But this link seemed to be always missing something...
"Is it because it's not yet half?"
Now, Qin Mo already possessed 24 shards. With just one more shard, the Phoenix Force within him would exceed half.
Unable to figure out why, Qin Mo chose not to dwell on it, because he would know exactly why this was happening once he acquired just one more shard.
Losing two Phoenix Force Shards, Jean Grey's aura rapidly diminished.
In the blink of an eye, she transformed from the White Phoenix King state to an ordinary Omega-level Mutant.
"This isn't a place you can just come and go as you please..."
"Never mind, I still need a secretary."
Jean Grey, even without the Phoenix Force, was still an Omega-level Mutant with telepathic abilities—a high-end ox.
"Damn, I misunderstood the clone."
Chapter 207 The Master of the White Hot Room
Mayor's Office, City Hall.
The setting sun's afterglow streamed through the blinds, illuminating the desk piled high with documents. Quintessa, having finished her work, stretched her slender waist languidly.
"My dear Master, where did you abduct this little girl from now?"
The former Cybertronian Creator, after years of being continuously infused with energy essence, had become more and more like a woman, even learning to be jealous.
Qin Mo ignored the sourness in Quintessa's words.
"Her entry method was quite special. Find some time to help her with her identity, and then arrange for her to assist you with your work."
Quintessa spoke extremely quickly: "She's going to be your secretary too? Aren't two female secretaries enough for you?"
"Hmm, Jean can read people's minds, which will be perfect for assisting you, preventing anyone from slacking off."
While Quintessa was indeed capable, she couldn't read minds. Paired with Jean Grey's telepathic abilities, it would be a deadly combination.
"Oh, and this is the key to Villa No. 2. From now on, the three of you will live in Villa No. 2."
Hearing that she was being kicked out, Quintessaimmediately rolled her eyes with a resentful look.
Stinky man, he pulls up his pants and doesn't acknowledge anyone.
"The car is parked outside. I won't see you off."
Qin Mo got up and left without a hint of reluctance. Among his many female companions, only Skye and Kanna could throw a small tantrum at him.
These alluring women outside were fine for an occasional thrill, but life still revolved around his wife, children, and a warm home.
Men, no matter how flirtatious they might be,
should not let it affect family harmony.
Hyde Garden, Villa No. 1, living room.
Looking at Skye, Kanna, and Thor, who were waiting for him to come home, Qin Mo was even more convinced of his original choice. While sleeping with all his girlfriends in one bed was tempting, the companionship of family was the true meaning of life.
Even if it was plain, it was still warm.
The night was deep, and all was silent.
Withdrawing his arm from Skye's embrace, Qin Mowent to the study, quietly awaiting the turn of the hour.
The last time he merged with five Phoenix Force Shards, he had vaguely sensed that he was establishing a connection with an unknown place.
Today, as he merged with the two Shards within Jean, this feeling became increasingly clear.
Finally, the midnight bell chimed.
[Phoenix Force Shard, Price: 2 billion $]
[Currently Held: 24 / 49]
[universe heart Shard, The universe heart is an incomplete part of OAA… Price: 500 billion $]
[Currently Held: 3 / 10]
[Title: White Hot Room Master, With this title, you will control the entire White Hot Room, and can freely cut off the White Hot Room's energy supply. Price: 10 trillion $]
[Prerequisite: Possess half of the Phoenix Force]
"White Hot Room? Half of the Phoenix Force?"
At this moment, Qin Mo completely understood where that ethereal link from before led.
The White Hot Room, located within the M'Kraan Crystal, is the heart and energy source of the Phoenix Force.
The Phoenix Force within the White Hot Room is closer to its pure cosmic entity state.
In short,
the Phoenix in the White Hot Room is the true Phoenix.
At the same time, the Beyonder's omnipotent wish-granting machine—the Index Engine—is powered by the White Hot Room.
The Beyonder once said that although he was omnipotent, compared to the Phoenix Force in the White Hot Room, he was like a carrot in a blender, easily shredded.
The Beyonder referred to the White Hot Room as — BEYOND the BEYOND…
"Tsk tsk tsk, what a great deal!"
Qin Mo had always thought that only by collecting all 49 Phoenix Force Shards could he obtain the power of the complete Phoenix Force.
He never expected that by only collecting half of the Shards and becoming the Master of the White Hot Room, he could control the complete Phoenix Force.
"Buy all."
"Ding, purchase successful. It has been stored in your system warehouse. Thank you for your patronage."
Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Mo took out the twenty-fifth Phoenix Force Shard and refined it instantly.
Immediately after, almost simultaneously, his figure appeared in a vast, white space, the White Hot Room, located in the void of the Omniverse.
The White Hot Room is a trans-dimensional heart chamber composed of pure psionic energy and the cosmic life force.
It is sacred, a cradle of creation, and also the ultimate return after destruction, both a singular point of existence and a network connecting life.
Here, the Phoenix sheds all disguise and restraint, revealing its sole true form as the primal cosmic force, transcending life and death, past, future, and present.
Qin Mo gently clenched his fist, feeling the immense boost brought by the complete Phoenix Force within him.
"I am my complete self."
The most fearless moments in life fall into three categories:
Firstly, I have nothing left; having lost everything, I fear nothing.
Secondly, I desire nothing; being without desires, I fear nothing.
Thirdly, I lack nothing.
Having become the Master of the White Hot Room and controlling the entire Phoenix Force, Qin Mo was now in the third situation—possessing both peak Chaos Magicand the complete Phoenix Force.
If he had to say what he still lacked: the remaining sixty percent of the Fairy Force origin, and the universe heart…
If Qin Mo had broken through to the Omniversal level due to peak Chaos Magic, then now, he had already reached the ranks of top-tier Omniversal beings.
Someone like the arrogant Beyonder he encountered not long ago could be extinguished with a single hand.
Perhaps only the OAA above all, the OBA below all, and the Dream Creator, Cerator… only these three ultimate beings were stronger than him.
These three powerful entities are the embodiment of the author's will in Marvel comics. For a short time, Qin Mo truly couldn't think of a way to surpass them.
As for things like the Fulcrum, Yahweh, Caat who was beaten to a pulp by the Phoenix, and the Beyonder, Molecule Man, and the Sentinel who tore Molecule Manapart, and so on.
What class are they, to be placed alongside Qin Mo!
Putting aside the surging thoughts caused by his explosive increase in power, Qin Mo carefully examined the vast, white space.
He hadn't forgotten that the White Hot Room Master's description earlier mentioned—cutting off the energy supply, which was almost a clear hint that someone was stealing energy from the White Hot Room.
Sure enough, he indeed found several links, two of which led to the Beyond Realm and the Beyonder, respectively.
"Damn it, how dare they steal my energy."
The more Qin Mo thought about it, the angrier he got. He urinated into the passages, and after the urine was completely transmitted, he thoroughly blocked the energy supply passages.
"Go drink your piss."
After doing all this, to cut off any thoughts of being targeted, Qin Mo directly transferred the White Hot Room into his Pocket Universe.
Adhering to the principle of leaving no stone unturned wherever he went, he also took the M'Kraan Crystal with him.
Since the White Hot Room was known to be inside the M'Kraan Crystal, it was safe to assume that this was definitely a good thing too.
After repeatedly confirming that there were no omissions, Qin Mo returned home, satisfied.
…
Earth-616, the Beyonder, currently playing the role of an ordinary person in New York, suddenly noticed something was amiss.
"Hmm, why has the White Hot Room's energy suddenly turned into liquid? Is it too concentrated?"
The Beyonder reached out and touched the so-called liquid energy. After sniffing it, his brows furrowed deeply.
"Why does it smell like urine?"
Chapter 208 Creator Qin Mo
In his previous life, Qin Mo often heard Marvel die-hard fans discuss who had stacked infinite boxes and become incredibly powerful.
Now, he has also stacked boxes.
It is known that the Beyonder personally admitted that compared to the Phoenix Force in the White Hot Room, he was like a carrot in a blender, easily shredded.
The conclusion is that Qin Mo is far, far greater than the Beyonder.
At the same time, the Beyonder and Molecule Man are two halves of a complete Cosmic Cube.
Therefore, Qin Mo is also far, far greater than Molecule Man.
Moreover, the Phoenix Force in the White Hot Room is only a part of Qin Mo's power; he also possesses Chaos Magic comparable to a complete Phoenix Force.
In summary, Qin Mo's strength is already far greater than the combined forces of the Beyonder and Molecule Man.
In the Marvel event "King in Black," the Sentinel who tore Molecule Man apart was killed by Knull, the God of Symbiotes. Knull, the God of Symbiotes, was then killed by Qin Mo—leading to the conclusion that Qin Mo is far, far greater than the Sentinel.
"Hehehehe."
Qin Mo laughed like an idiot: "If I keep stacking, I might become even stronger than the Dream Weaver."
After gaining control of the White Hot Room, which means mastering the power of the complete Phoenix Force, Qin Mo was only three steps away from invincibility.
The first step: reaching the same realm as OAA, the creator of the Marvel All-Universe, the One Above All.
The second step: surpassing OAA.
The third step: ascending to the realm of invincibility… and then lying flat.
These last three steps can no longer be achieved by acquiring ordinary power; he must take them himself, one step at a time.
In short, he needs to cultivate and comprehend.
And those four fragments of the universe heart, which are the incomplete parts of OAA, became his reference objects.
There was no other way; currently, only this was available.
The Dream Weaver is even more mysterious than OAA, and OBA, the One Below All, is the embodiment of all evil, sin, and filth, making it useless as a reference.
As for other minor characters like the Beyonder and Molecule Man, they had even less reference value.
Unless it was the original Beyonder, who was second to none.
Cultivation knows no time; nine months passed in a flash.
"This ascetic life is truly not for humans."
Unable to bear the loneliness, Qin Mo had no choice but to return to his old profession: making money.
He had previously fallen into a misconception that system items could no longer enhance his strength.
In reality, this was not the case.
It was just that the store balance was insufficient to refresh items that could help him progress further.
If ten trillion was not enough, then it would be one hundred trillion, one quadrillion; he would not hesitate to plunder all the wealth of the entire All-Universe.
To achieve all this, he needed many workers.
Pocket Universe, Blue Star.
Qin Mo sat above Blue Star, surrounded by a staggering sixty thousand Infinity Stones, forming a complex, precise, and continuously operating cosmic matrix.
Every six Stones formed a group, following a supreme law, and then combined into a single origin.
In an instant.
Ten thousand origins surged out from the matrix, transforming into streaks of pure, ultimate creation light.
Each light particle signified the birth of a soul, directly connected to the six-Stone origin, drawing infinite energy and law information from it.
In short, every newborn Blue Star human, from birth, had their life essence anchored to the rules of a single Universe.
The first batch of Blue Star humans opened their eyes.
Their black pupils held no ignorance or savagery, but were filled with wisdom and a deep understanding of their mission.
They needed no learning; they were born with the ability to perceive spatial fluctuations, the flow of time, the surge of power, and the composition of reality, and to resonate directly with each other's souls.
Similar to the Celestials created by the First Firmament.
"Creator." The Blue Star humans bowed in salute.
Seeing this, Qin Mo nodded in satisfaction: "Good, at least not worse than the First Firmament."
The First Firmament could create Universe-level Celestials and Dark Celestials; he, of course, could too.
"Go forth, my children, the wealth of the Multiverse needs you. Have no fear of Death; this place will be your home for revival."
"Yes, My Lord Creator."
After waving his hand and sending the ten thousand Blue Star humans to various parts of the Multiverse, Qin Mo felt a strange twinge of shame.
These newly born children were sent by him to unfamiliar Universes to make money…
The shame in his heart flashed away.
As long as these Blue Star humans did not treat him like the Celestials blew up the First Firmament, he planned to make it up to these children later.
Qin Mo happily returned home, then took Skye, Kanna, and Thor to Asgard to attend the full moon celebration for Thor's nine sons.
… …
Asgard, on the Bifrost Bridge.
Thor, beaming with smiles, was greeting guests arriving for the full moon celebration with his brother Loki.
"Hello, hello."
"Congratulations, congratulations."
A month ago, Thor's nine wives successively gave birth to nine sons, instantly doubling the number of Asgardian royal family members.
Since then, the smiles on the faces of Odin's family of five had never disappeared.
Odin was delighted that Asgard finally had heirs, while Frigga simply loved her grandsons.
Hela was happy because—the main force for expanding Asgard's territory in the future had arrived.
Her nine nephews, she would work them to Death.
Loki was different; Loki repeated only one sentence to his nephews every day: "Your Uncle, me."
Before long, several Asgardian attendants led distinguished guests from Midgard to the Bifrost Bridge.
Bruce Banner clasped his hands: "Thor, congratulations, nine sons are truly enviable."
"Dr. Banner, welcome to Asgard."
Having met his nine wives at the Mango Car factory, Thor had specifically invited Dr. Banner as a witness to attend the full moon celebration.
Banner gave a thumbs-up: "Brother, impressive! If this were on Earth, nine sons… it would be deadly."
Just thinking about the scene gave Banner a headache; so many sons needing houses, cars, and wives, it was all money.
Only a wealthy family like Asgard would dare to have so many sons.
"Heh." Thor chuckled foolishly twice.
"Just average, third best in the Nine Realms."
After sending Bruce Banner into the banquet hall, Thorwelcomed Tony Stark.
As a former comrade who had jointly resisted the Chitauri, Thor rather liked this arrogant, mustachioed man.
"Hey, Stark, why are you here alone? Where's your girlfriend?"
Tony coughed lightly: "Didn't you promise last time to introduce me to some Asgardian girls?"
Tony had come this time only to meet some alien beauties; he didn't have to worry about being tracked down afterwards anyway.
"Oh~" Thor drew out his voice, smiling mischievously: "Arrangements, I must make arrangements for you."
"Where's King? Not here yet?"
"Uncle and them should be here soon."
Tony was puzzled by Thor calling Murdoch "Uncle"; Murdoch was clearly not even thirty years old and a genuine New Yorker.
How could he be connected to Asgard?
It was like your long-time brother suddenly being called "Uncle" by an alien.
He didn't understand.
And when Tony voiced his confusion, Thor just smiled, refusing to explain.
His father and brother had already broken through; Thoralso wanted to make further progress, and Loki had mentioned that Uncle didn't have much serum left.
The more people who knew, the more competitors there would be.
Chapter 209 Everything is as I wish
Asgard, Heavenly Palace.
In the magnificent banquet hall, amidst the clinking of glasses, toasts were exchanged.
Guests from the Nine Realms, whether willingly or out of submission to Asgard's tyranny, all brought valuable gifts.
If they had a choice, they wouldn't have come.
Asgard was simply too overbearing.
In the past two years, King Odin seemed to have gone mad, willing to bear infamy to frantically plunder wealth within the Nine Realms.
If not for their inability to resist, they would have long ago raised the banner of rebellion and overthrown Asgard's rule.
Therefore, most of the guests sat obediently in their seats, awaiting the arrival of the King.
On the other hand, at the table for Earth, there were only two unsophisticated bumpkins, constantly looking around.
"Tony, why are these… people so ugly?"
Tony, holding his wine glass, laughed, "Dr., in their eyes, we two Earthlings might be the truly ugly ones."
Before coming, Tony was full of hope.
Upon truly experiencing civilizations beyond Earth, he felt somewhat disappointed—because there was no fundamental difference from Earth.
Except for this magnificent Heavenly Palace and the continent of Asgard.
Asgard was not a Planet in the traditional sense, but rather a large landmass similar to a continental shelf.
It was simply a group of strangely shaped aliens, like blue-skinned Frost Giants, and dwarves who were very tall but called themselves dwarves.
Suddenly, there was a stir at the entrance of the banquet hall.
King Odin and his wife, and the current King Hela, were respectfully surrounding a young man holding the hand of a purple-haired little girl.
"Who is that family? They're so impressive that the old King personally greets them."
"I heard he's Thor's uncle."
"Aren't all of the King's brothers dead?"
"Lower your voice, they're coming."
Amidst the confused gazes of the guests, the two Kings led Qin Mo's family to the seats on the east side of the throne.
Compared to Earth, Asgard was still essentially a feudal society.
The King was the supreme ruler of Asgard; otherwise, there wouldn't be distinctions like first princess, prince, and third princess.
Odin raised his wine glass and smiled at Qin Mo, "My brother Murdoch, please."
"My brother Odin, please."
As they drank and toasted, the banquet reached its climax with the appearance of Thor leading his nine lovers, each holding a swaddled infant.
"Thor, well done!"
"Thor, a role model for us, incredibly fierce."
A strong man who could marry nine wives at once and then father nine sons deserved praise in any World.
The clamor surged like Water, and Qin Mo's pupils contracted slightly, his consciousness dazed for a while.
In the original timeline, Thor successively lost his mother, father, Asgard, sister, brother, and friends...
When you thought Thor had nothing left to lose, he lost his muscles and then his girlfriend.
It made one wonder: what kind of ending could possibly match Thor's tragic life?
Now, Qin Mo finally saw it—this fervent revelry, this multitude of wives, was the best possible ending for Thor.
Qin Mo was not a saint; have you ever seen a saint who ground Skrulls into powder and then rolled them into power pills?
He just felt that since he had come to the Marvel Universe, he shouldn't leave any regrets.
Otherwise, wouldn't it be a wasted trip?
All these years of working hard to earn money, wasn't it for this moment, wasn't it to live as he pleased, to make everything go his way?
Qin Mo raised his wine glass, and across the joyous laughter, he raised his glass from afar to Thor.
Thor responded with his characteristic goofy smile.
The moment his thoughts cleared, Qin Mo clearly perceived that his recently broken through realm had advanced another step.
Along with it came a subtle change in his demeanor; his original sharpness quietly receded, replaced by a sense of peace.
This was the confidence bestowed by extraordinary strength, fearlessly facing any powerful enemy and knowing what he truly desired.
After the full moon banquet, at Odin's invitation, Qin Mo's family came to the inner court of the Heavenly Palace.
It was then that Qin Mo took out the gifts for his nine grand-nephews—protective bracelets crafted from six Infinity Stones.
Of course, these were not the Infinity Stones from the movie Universe.
Setting aside the sixty thousand Infinity Stonesconsumed in creating the Blue Star humans, there were still nearly forty thousand in the system warehouse.
The moment he saw the Infinity Stones bracelets, Odin's mouth twitched uncontrollably.
As the King of Asgard who possessed the Infinity Gauntlet, Odin naturally recognized the Infinity Stones.
He recognized them, but what shocked him was: Murdoch had taken out fifty-four Infinity Stones, when there were only six in each Universe.
"My brother Murdoch, this... is too valuable."
Odin couldn't help but imagine—for this gift, Murdochcasually annihilated... nine Universes.
Qin Mo smiled, "As the maternal family of my grand-nieces-in-law, these small gifts are for my grand-nephews' protection."
Odin took a deep breath, calming his inner excitement, fearing he might not be able to resist asking: "Uncle Murdoch, do you still need nephews?"
"Thor, hurry and thank your uncle."
Thor and his lovers behind him quickly bowed, "Thank you, Uncle."
"Uncle, you, the two aunts, and little sister Kanna must enjoy a few days in Asgard."
Skye smiled and readily accepted Thor, the Hammer God's, address of her as aunt, while the dragon maid Thor quickly lowered her head, her small face turning flushed.
Even Kanna felt the sweat in Thor's palm.
Qin Mo nodded, "Of course."
Anyway, on Earth, Sorcerer Supreme Tom, Mayor's Secretary Quintessa, and Jean Grey were in charge, so it was just a vacation in Asgard.
Moreover, even if they encountered an unsolvable problem, a single thought would take them back.
"Hmm?" Qin Mo was extremely speechless.
Such things really shouldn't be jinxed; no wonder people often say: don't casually set Flags...
Because Beyonder had once again descended to Earth, currently searching for something on the streets of New York.
Qin Mo's mind moved, and his consciousness descended beside Beyonder: "Are you here to become my disciple, kid?"
Beyonder instantly froze in place; the last time he came, he could clearly sense That Man's location, but this time, although the other party was talking to him, he could never find where the other party was.
"That... pee in the White Hot Room, was that yours?"
"What room?"
"White Hot Room!"
"White what?"
"White Hot Room!"
Just as Beyonder was about to erupt, Qin Mo pulled the conversation back: "I am a civilized person, and civilized people never relieve themselves anywhere."
Beyonder raised an eyebrow, "It really wasn't you?"
"It really wasn't me!"
"You're not lying to me?"
"You're so smart, could I lie to you?"
Hearing this, Beyonder nodded in agreement: "Where are you? Let's meet and talk about becoming a disciple."
"Is it really necessary to meet and talk?"
"It's necessary, very necessary!"
"Meeting to talk isn't impossible, though." Qin Mopaused, then continued:
"Unless you, kid, call me Master first."
Chapter 210 If You Have the Ability, Never Show Yourself
To call him Master or not, that is the question.
If it were someone else, in order to trick Qin Mo out, they would either feign sincerity and call him Master, or directly threaten to destroy Earth to force him to appear.
But who is the Beyonder?
The Beyonder is an omnipotent cosmic powerhouse who has never been inferior to anyone, disdains bullying ants, and is aloof and unrestrained.
"Hmph, call you Master? Do you even deserve it?"
"If you have the guts, never show your face again. Oh, I'm not leaving. I'll just wait for you here."
Qin Mo chuckled, "Whatever makes you happy."
Omnipotent powerhouses have their own arrogance and rarely call anyone Master, especially an old-school powerhouse like the Beyonder, who once had a glorious record.
The original Beyonder was comparable to OAA, who is above all things.
However, because he was too powerful and unable to maintain the nearly collapsed power balance in the comics, the original Beyonder was heavily nerfed by editors, undergoing insane weakening.
He was even nerfed to the same level as Molecule Man.
Other entities that suffered similar weakening or were put on ice include the universe heart and Fairy Force…
The negotiations reached a stalemate, and Qin Mo was too lazy to bother with the stubborn Beyonder anymore, so he led Skye, Kanna, and Thor to tour Asgard.
Thor pointed to the towering giant tree in the distance: "Uncle, the area ahead is the World Tree. Stark, Dr., you two should also come and see it."
Tony and Banner showed identical puzzled expressions: "The World Tree? What's it for?"
"Uh." Thor tried his best to organize his words.
"The World Tree supports and connects multiple dimensional realms, including our Asgard and your Midgard…"
"These realms are not entirely on the same dimensional plane; they are more like nine separate dimensions, not just Planets or star systems."
Qin Mo added: "You can understand it as a manifestation of a celestial axis."
"Those guests who attended the banquet earlier came from the other six realms."
"Why six realms?" Tony asked, confused: "Besides Asgard and our Earth, shouldn't there be seven other Worlds?"
Thor explained: "Because Helheim is the realm of the dead…"
"The other six realms are Vanaheim, the home of the Vanir gods; Alfheim, the homeland of the Light Elves; Jotunheim, the territory of the Frost Giants; Svartalfheim, the homeland of the Dark Elves; Nidavellir, the Dwarf Kingdom; and Muspelheim, the territory of the Fire Giants…"
Beyond the Nine Realms, there is actually a tenth realm: Heaven, the territory of the Angels. It was exiled by Odin due to the betrayal of the Angel leader, Haven, and its connection to the World Tree was severed.
Tony took a while to respond: "It's simply the concretization of Norse mythology."
Qin Mo nodded: "That's right."
"The World Tree system primarily corresponds to Norse mythology and is one of many mythological systems on Earth."
"Other divine realms, such as Greek Olympus, Egyptian Heliopolis, and Chinese Da Luotian, are also high planes that maintain mysterious connections with Earth. Together with Asgard, they form the Earth Pantheon."
"There doesn't seem to be Great America…" Bannermuttered.
Not only Qin Mo, but even Thor couldn't help but laugh: "I heard from Little White Lotus that your Great Americaonly has a history of about two hundred years."
"It would be strange if Gods could be born there."
Little White Lotus, one of Thor's nine wives.
While chatting, the group, led by Thor, finally arrived at the World Tree.
This was a giant tree that spanned the starry sky, with roots as thick as coiling dragons and runes covering its trunk…
Its branches and leaves were interwoven with light mist and nebulae, and silver energy waterfalls cascaded down. The entire tree resembled the Veins connecting the Nine Realms, silently pulsating in the starry sky.
"Little Qin, what a big tree, I want to go up."
Qin Mo gently pinched Kanna's chubby cheeks: "Go ahead, just don't fly too far."
"Okay, Skye, Thor, let's go together."
The two dragons and one girl slowly flew around the World Tree, and Kanna's giggling laughter gradually faded into the distance.
Seeing this, Tony's eyes widened: "Huh? Little Kannacan fly too?"
"My sister."
No further explanation was needed; the value of these two words was immense.
Once Skye, Kanna, and Thor, the three sisters, fully absorb the energy from the Cosmic Cube, they are highly likely to enter the Multiverse.
Of the last four Cosmic Cubes in this Universe, which were taken from the Celestials' homeworld, only the very last one remains in Qin Mo's hand.
The method for creating the Cosmic Cube disappeared with the destruction of the Beyonder race and the Dark Universe.
Perhaps only the Beyonder and the surviving Beyonderrace members in the Beyonder Realm know how to make them.
"Uh." Tony smacked his lips: "King, do you need more brothers? I think I could do it."
"Let's go." Qin Mo gently waved his hand, and a large cloud appeared out of thin air beneath their feet: "We can't come all this way for nothing. I'll take you to see the World Tree."
Previously, he had used his divine sense to investigate and found no so-called ancient shadow gods in the shadow of the World Tree.
Now, he personally came to the World Tree and investigated again—there were indeed no ancient shadow gods.
Perhaps they are in Earth-616?
… …
In front of Stark Tower.
Peggy Carter sat in her car, sometimes opening her eyes to gaze ahead, sometimes closing them to rest.
Since rescuing Bucky from Snezhnaya, the three old friends had spent ten months investigating why Buckyassassinated Howard Stark.
The results were not satisfactory.
Not only did they find nothing, but it was almost predictable that this matter would never have a conclusion.
Firstly, HYDRA had already been destroyed. Secondly, even if they contacted the High Table, they couldn't buy any relevant information.
All of this made Peggy's guilt towards Howard and his wife unbearable. She was no longer going to keep it a secret.
After an argument with Steve, Peggy Carter drove to Stark Tower, intending to talk to Tony.
Peggy worried: What if, even if it was one in a million, the High Table sold this information to Tony?
How would she face Tony then?
Rather than face an awkward situation later, it was better to inform Tony in advance, giving the child time to process it.
"Hello, I have an appointment with Tony."
"I'm sorry, ma'am, Mr. Stark is not on Earth at the moment?"
Peggy Carter froze: "What??"
The receptionist smiled politely: "Ma'am, haven't you seen the news? The Mayor and Mr. Stark, as well as Dr.Bruce Banner, were invited to Asgard…"
Peggy Carter quickly opened her phone and stared blankly at the news on the screen.
"Asgard?"
At this moment, Peggy felt as if she had wasted so much precious time by spending 10 billion to regain her youth.
She had been so engrossed in investigating the truth and her inner struggles that she hadn't paid attention to such explosive news.
Didn't she say she was going to live for herself this time?
"F*** it, I don't care anymore!"