Chapter 80: This is Thor's Weapon, But If You Become Thor, It's Your Weapon
After experiencing one bloody battle after another on the battlefield and witnessing the magnificent splendor of countless planets in the cosmos, returning to Earth makes one feel how tranquil and peaceful this home planet is.
Yes, even if Earth is constantly embroiled in the mutual slaughter between a horde of superheroes and supervillains playing their game of capture and escape, with lives lost from time to time, leading to dramas of revenge and counter-revenge.
But compared to the cold, dead, vast universe, an Earth protected by so many powerful individuals is truly a place to be desired.
For the past few hundred years, this world was protected by the Sorcerer Supreme. From now on, people have gradually come to realize that there is also a powerful faction leader named Du Wa, leading a group of formidable experts who cannot be underestimated, stationed on this planet.
Sometimes, people wonder what will become of Earth's future. With a powerful individual like Du Wa in existence—and crucially, one who commands the Xenomorphs, a species with astonishing potential and such a cruel and unique method of expansion—what will Earth's future be? Will every single living person, down to the last one, become a Xenomorph one day?
Perhaps. By then, it would likely be many years in the future. This is something for the powerful and influential figures at the world's apex to worry about. They have already detected intense fluctuations from the universe and, through various channels, have pieced together what happened on the World Tree.
Well, this time Du Wa didn't just repel some Demon God; he directly slaughtered a Skyfather.
A Skyfather who had also left his mark in the legends of human history.
But to be honest, the vast majority of these people with first-hand information have no concept of what a Skyfather-level individual is, what their power looks like in action, or what it represents. They can't even imagine the level of strength required to shatter a planet with a single punch.
Because from the birth of humanity to the present day, no one has ever stepped forward to destroy the Earth or any other planet in the solar system with one punch. Otherwise, it would be a different matter entirely whether human civilization would even exist today.
But Nick Fury knew.
"Laufey is dead? The strongest of the Frost Giants is actually dead? Is this information reliable?"
Fury could hardly believe his ears. He subconsciously looked up at the sky outside his window, worried that his brain had been infiltrated, causing him to hear an illusion. Otherwise, how could something so absurd and bizarre have happened?
Hill reported loyally, "I think it's true, sir. The source of this information is those people from S.P.E.A.R. We all know they have connections with the God Race of Great Luo Heaven."
S.P.E.A.R....
The moment Fury heard the name, he instinctively turned his head away. He disliked dealing with those people, especially after his own failed attempts to establish a line of communication with Asgard.
If only Thor hadn't been captured and recruited by Du Wa in New Mexico right from the start. Fury had originally thought that bringing Thor into The Avengers would have been a history-changing event.
"The Rainbow Bridge appears frequently around Weyland Tower. Each time it teleports, new Xenomorphs appear. Based on our deductions, those Xenomorphs should be the ones born from the various clans of Giants in Jotunheim," Hill said.
Honestly, whenever Fury heard or even thought of the name Du Wa, his head would start to throb with pain.
He had watched with his own eyes as Du Wa went from a nobody, leading the Xenomorphs—initially considered mere 'lower lifeforms' and products of biological experiments—and snowballed in just one year to their current, massive scale.
To think that even the divine race of Giants was defeated by Du Wa's army, and a Skyfather had fallen in battle... it was simply too inconceivable.
"A Skyfather... a being of that level might be even stronger than Carol..."
Fury made up his mind. It was time to deploy those dangerous reserves that even he was somewhat uncertain about. The grim reality was a constant, clear reminder: if he didn't use these assets soon, it might be too late.
"Hill, you're in charge of accelerating the Mother Mold project. Complete the construction of the new Mother Mold platform as quickly as possible and get it into solar orbit. We must produce the kind of War Weapon we envision as soon as we can. I want to have enough War Weapons to face the Xenomorphs on the battlefield and determine the outcome, should that ambitious Du Wa try to do something crazy."
Fury quickly issued his orders, "But we can't pin all our hopes on one project. I will take charge of another sealed project. It's time to awaken those Symbiotes that have been sealed away since the seventies."
Hill's expression changed slightly. "The Symbiotes? But those things have extreme side effects..."
"I know, but we have no choice. It's impossible to get everything we want without taking risks. Even someone like Du Wa only grew so strong so quickly by taking radical actions time and again, maneuvering between all sorts of dangerous characters, and seizing the fruits of victory from the narrowest of margins, isn't that right? We can't just keep resting on our laurels. That won't do."
Fury thought of that strange black dragon. He had no idea what its deal was. The thing had inexplicably fallen from outer space, and after sinking into the ice, it became motionless. However, the black substance on its body was still active. When extracted, it could quickly form a squirming species somewhere between life and non-life. If utilized properly, it could greatly enhance the combat power of human soldiers.
Unfortunately, these Symbiotes, separated from the giant dragon, possessed an instinct to corrupt the human mind. It didn't take long for them to turn a sane human into a hysterical madman.
In the seventies, Fury had used a Symbiote himself. He knew what the process of being parasitized was like and that his own thoughts would be corroded by the inherent evil within the Symbiote.
But he couldn't afford to worry about that now. Fury was certain of one thing: if he didn't take multiple drastic measures to create powerful soldiers, what would he use to fight Du Wa's Xenomorph army? What would he use to resist Du Wa's rapidly expanding power?
Besides, it wasn't just Du Wa. There were also the Mutants.
Those Mutants have already announced the founding of their nation on Krakoa.
"We need more shrewd and capable helpers, sir. The Dum Dum Dugans who joined Kamar-Taj haven't sent back any new information in a long time," Hill reminded him.
At the mention of this, Fury was completely out of patience. He had no idea what had happened to the Dum Dum Dugans. After the Ancient One and Du Wa joined forces to repel Dormammu, those several hundred Dum Dum Dugans seemed to have all vanished overnight.
"Damn it. The Dum Dum Dugan project consumed countless funds to madly cultivate clones. We finally managed to produce several hundred qualified specimens to join Kamar-Taj, and this is the result? They just vanished without a trace? I refuse to believe the Ancient One ate them!"
Weyland Tower.
"Oh? A little faster than I expected. It seems Professor X and Magneto are making smooth progress. They might have already recruited some decent talent."
Du Wa, having just returned to Earth, received this news with no surprise on his face.
The establishment of the nation of Krakoa meant the situation on Earth had become even more delicate. The conflict and opposition between humanity and Mutants were now laid bare on the table.
Krakoa is a living island, and also a Mutant. Those two ultimately made the most correct choice, establishing the Mutant kingdom on Krakoa. It's a safe and brilliant idea.
"It's said that Mutants are constantly crossing the ocean to seek refuge with them. But I don't think this is acceptable. We should also step in and recruit Mutant talent. If these Mutants are properly cultivated, combined with the Xenomorphs inside them, they can serve as excellent mid-tier combat power for us."
Druig, having returned to Earth with Skurge, offered his advice to Du Wa, "I have witnessed these Mutants struggle for so many years without any improvement, only to resort to war to solve their problems in the end. Since that's the case, why not just incorporate their entire species completely into ours? That would solve the problem at its source."
Druig truly looked down on Mutants. Strictly speaking, he looked down on everyone except the Xenomorphs.
If all Mutants were turned into Xenomorphs, there would be no more Mutant-related disputes.
"Mutants? You mean those Midgardians with superpowers, right? Nothing special about them. Their strength is pathetic; they can't even stop my bullets. There's no need to waste time on them."
Meeting Du Wa for the first time, Skurge was already eager. He spoke in a booming voice, promoting his best skill—killing, "Why not just attack the Mutants directly? Those who survive the war are qualified. Only they will have the qualification to become one of us."
But Du Wa shook his head. "This isn't a question of whether we can beat the Mutants, but whether it's necessary. Rather than launching a new, protracted war that would force us to expend a huge amount of energy on it, it's better to establish a more valuable direction from the start."
Du Wa then said to Druig, "Also, you've taught Skurge well. The fact that he can say such things proves, at the very least, that he's adapting well to his new identity."
"If you're willing to give me a mission, I'll adapt even better. I will prove my value to you with my actions. Don't be fooled by my short stature; this small body contains immense energy."
Skurge had an upright posture, with exaggerated muscles bulging. At over two meters tall, he was indeed short among the Xenomorphs.
"Alright then. I'll give you a target: The Hand. I'll also give you thirty Xenomorphs as Guards. Go take care of those annoying ninjas. Chop off the heads of the so-called 'Five Fingers' and bring them back to me."
Du Wa said casually after a moment of thought.
This world-class assassin organization could be quite annoying at times. From sending Elektra at the very beginning to the present day, there were always ninjas trying to infiltrate Weyland Tower or launch covert attacks on the Xenomorphs.
Everyone knew how valuable a Xenomorph was. On the black market, a complete Xenomorph corpse could be sold for the high price of tens of millions of dollars.
Skurge departed excitedly. Although he had no idea what The Hand was, it didn't matter. No matter who the enemies were, he would slaughter them all with the firearms in his hands.
Skurge, eager to show his loyalty and display his talent, was simply too hasty. In Jotunheim, he never managed to truly establish a world-shaking reputation. His rise to prominence had just gotten on track when he fell in the war, and his entire world was crushed.
No one craved fame and success more than Skurge, who had been bullied since childhood.
That was why Druig understood Skurge's thoughts so well.
"This guy's strength is incredible, and his mind is filled with a crazed, warlike side. He will become a sharp blade in our hands," Druig said, clearly optimistic about Skurge.
"His future is no less than that of Thor," Du Wa commented, which surprised Druig.
As for the conversation between these people, Moira expressed that she couldn't understand most of it.
Thor, of course she knew him. She was also well aware that in the normal course of history, he would sooner or later side with humanity, because every time the Mutant kingdom tried to do something, hero teams, including The Avengers, would always stand up to stop them.
But in this life, Thor didn't join the Avengers. Instead, from the moment he arrived on Earth, he was led in a different direction by Du Wa. This left Moira utterly shocked and confused.
And now, Du Wa had even killed Laufey? And used Laufey's body as a breeding ground to birth a ridiculously terrifying Xenomorph?
The more she knew, the more lost she felt. Moira discovered that the reasons for the many discrepancies in her understanding could all, in the end, be traced back to Du Wa.
"Moira, I'll remind you again. Control your thoughts. Wasting too many brain cells on meaningless things is not a smart choice. It will only trap you in a vicious cycle of logic and thought, eventually driving you mad."
Du Wa suddenly shifted his gaze, landing on one of the few Xenomorphs by his side.
It was a rather beautiful Xenomorph, but aside from that, there was nothing conspicuous about it in terms of physique or aura. It was utterly unremarkable in every way.
But Du Wa was exceptionally fond of her. When things were calm, he kept her by his side. When there was business to attend to, like the conquest of Jotunheim, he would leave Moira in a place of absolute safety, under meticulous protection.
The tall and mighty Laufey Xenomorph was also in the sequence of these Xenomorphs at this moment.
Du Wa would never casually send out extremely special individuals like the Laufey Xenomorph and the Moira Xenomorph. If a stray shockwave from some intense battle were to spread and kill these special Xenomorphs, Du Wa felt he would die of heartache.
The Laufey Xenomorph was fine. That one just needed a little time to grow. It wouldn't be long before it could hold its own. Even if it couldn't compare to Laufey at his peak, the gap wouldn't be too exaggerated.
At least on par with Lady Deathstrike, an individual who could exchange a few blows with a Skyfather-level enemy.
But the most fragile, and also the most special, was undoubtedly Moira. If this woman died, who knew where she would transmigrate to next.
At the very least, Du Wa wasn't confident that she would still be bound to a Xenomorph in her next rebirth.
She was a rare one. Du Wa had some preliminary plans for how to use her. If there ever came a day when he was pushed into a corner, perhaps Moira could play an unexpectedly useful role.
No matter how useful it might be, as long as something wasn't confirmed to be useless, Du Wa would enthusiastically incorporate it into his emergency plans. His favorite thing to do was to formulate countermeasures for all sorts of major events, big or small, and hide these plans deep within his mind. This was to avoid being caught completely off guard when real trouble came, forced to rely on brute strength alone.
"I'm just a little lost about my future. I don't even know what I am right now... The foreknowledge from the memory of my past two lives is almost useless in this one. The Mutants don't need me anymore. No, I'm not even a human now. I've become a Xenomorph..."
A deep sense of confusion appeared on Moira's face. Even though she had been a Xenomorph for some time, she still occasionally experienced chaos in her identity recognition.
This was simply incomprehensible to someone like Druig. An opportunity to embrace the truth that others cried and begged for but couldn't get—my god, how could this transmigrator, who had inexplicably become a Xenomorph, dare to not harbor sincere faith?
"You can hand her over to me. I'll teach her what gratitude means," Druig said to Du Wa.
"No need. I believe you would succeed, but I'm equally worried you'd repeatedly wash Moira's brain and eventually brainwash her into an idiot."
Du Wa sent Druig away. Since the zealot was so loyal, he might as well do something meaningful, like go and wreak havoc on some people who had offended Du Wa in the past.
"I'm not like the others. I don't have any special ability, and my personality isn't suited for scheming or making decisions. I must be useless to you," Moira said in a low voice, her words trailing off.
"No one is born successful, and conversely, no successful person can succeed forever. It's simply not your time to show your talent yet. But you can at least try to tap into your own ability."
"Tap into my ability? But my ability is to be reborn again and again. I don't even know how many more times I can be reborn. Especially this time, being reborn as a Xenomorph... My God, this is a script even the craziest novelist couldn't write. I don't know why it happened to me. Maybe my ability malfunctioned."
Moira said, "Maybe if I die again, it will be an eternal slumber."
"But on the other hand, maybe not. You just need to show me your ability in a different way. For example, you could make your enemies endlessly loop within a short period of time. I can't think of a better weapon for you. You will truly become a Xenomorph with a powerful ability," Du Wa pointed out.
Moira was special. Du Wa was truly optimistic about her, even if the current Moira was no different from an ordinary Xenomorph, with pitifully weak strength.
Moira's ability was clearly related to time. If she could train this ability and use it well, she could become a watered-down version of the Time Stone—a nightmare for any enemy unable to escape the time dimension.
In effect, she was another Lady Deathstrike who could stall a powerful enemy for a short time.
"Time loop..." Moira was still muddled, but she had a general direction. As for the specifics of how to do it, she still needed some time to think.
Du Wa didn't disturb her further.
"Gloria, issue a new round of recruitment notices for me. Our forces are expanding rapidly, and we need more good hands."
Du Wa summoned an ordinary human assistant who was in charge of clerical work.
Gloria Grant was originally a good friend of Peter Parker from the Westside Apartments. After Peter Parker died under mysterious circumstances, Gloria was heartbroken for a time. She had originally planned to join the Daily Bugle, but in the end, she chose to join Weyland Corporation.
Dressed in standard professional women's attire and holding a document, Gloria walked in meticulously. She was already able to look directly at the Xenomorphs crowding around Du Wa without her expression changing.
After all, in Weyland Tower, many ordinary people came and went. They were from various major companies or organizations, all trying to reach an agreement with Du Wa.
"Boss, recruiting people has never been the problem. The question is what kind of people to recruit. Individuals with superpowers or Mutants? Or scientists and engineers with special abilities?"
Gloria, extremely competently, showed Du Wa a list of personnel. "The company recruited seventeen people last month, all of whom specialize in management and clerical work. So when we deal with other companies, we won't have a problem with being short-staffed."
"Trust me, Gloria, even if they were dealing with Xenomorphs instead of humans, those people would still force a smile and try every means to curry favor with us. We have what they want. Who would argue with a longer lifespan, and who would argue with safety?"
Du Wa watched as the woman poured him a glass of hot water and nodded slightly. "Focus your attention on one person: Jane Foster, a young astrophysicist."
"Understood, Boss." Gloria searched her brain and confirmed she had never heard of this woman. Although she was puzzled, her professional ethics prevented her from questioning her boss.
Just as Gloria was about to carry out the command.
"I heard Peter Parker was an outstanding high school student. Smart, cautious, low-key. He had all the qualities of an excellent scientist," Du Wa mentioned, as if making small talk.
Gloria's expression dimmed. "Yes. It's a shame he's dead. I even attended his funeral."
"Life exists in more than one way. A human may die, but they might experience a rebirth in another form," Du Wa said comfortably, taking a sip of the hot water and feeling the heat in his mouth.
Gloria was very smart. Her jaw dropped in disbelief as she understood what Du Wa was implying.
Having risen so quickly in Weyland Corporation, Gloria was not some sweet, naive girl who was ignorant of the darker side of things.
"A Xenomorph? Is that even possible?" Gloria muttered. An image flashed in her mind of a Xenomorph with Peter Parker's gene bursting out of his lifeless corpse, and her scalp tingled.
She knew that if it were Druig, he would have strongly approved of such a transformation, but she still found it hard to accept.
Du Wa didn't care what she was thinking.
Last time, after learning from Mordo that the Inheritors had killed Peter Parker, Du Wa had already sent Xenomorphs to Queens to search for Peter Parker's bodily remains, and they had succeeded in finding them.
If Du Wa wanted to, he was fully capable of creating a Peter Xenomorph, but there was obviously no need to do so right now.
A Spider-Man whose Spider Totem had been devoured by the Inheritors, and who hadn't unlocked the Shedding skill for self-resurrection... even if Du Wa forcibly created a Xenomorph with the same gene, it wouldn't be very meaningful.
At least, not before that major event broke out.
Since there was a Dinosaur Spider-Man, a Spider-Ham, a Toei Spider-Man, and a Mech Spider-Man among the Spider-Men, it would be perfectly natural for an Alien Spider-Man to be mixed in with them in the future.
When the Spider Alliance sent out its recruitment notice to all the Spider-Men in the Omniverse, that would be the time for Du Wa to manually create his Alien Spider-Man.
...
In an RV at the edge of the desert.
Jane Foster was staring intently at her computer.
"Are you still waiting for an email reply? I really don't get it. Why are you so interested in a monster company like Weyland Corporation? With your ability, I wouldn't be surprised if you joined Stark Industries in the future. Why are you so fixated on Weyland? Even if you're interested in biotech companies, Osborn Corporation is a good choice too."
Her friend Lois clearly couldn't understand Foster's choice.
She didn't quite understand why an outstanding astrophysicist with a boundless future was so focused on a company that should be in the field of biology.
"I just have this feeling I missed an opportunity, Lois. Do you know what that feels like?"
Foster hugged her legs, curled up in her chair, her hazy eyes fixed on the unchanging computer screen.
Lois yelled, "Are you still hung up on that? That was definitely not an opportunity! Even if Thor, who came to Earth that night, was very, very close to our position, practically brushing past us, it wasn't something we could get involved in! Did you forget what happened afterwards? That patch of desert was torn to pieces by a terrifying battle. We went there days later and saw the traces of the fight with our own eyes!"
Foster just shook her head silently. She had thought back countless times: if their car had been a little faster or slower that night, if they had successfully spoken with Thor, would their fates be different now?
It must be said, it would definitely be different.
Foster was filled with a desire to understand the World Tree. The young scientist wanted to know how the different dimensions were constructed, the locations of the Nine Realms, and the detailed structure of the World Tree.
To an astrophysicist, this was a fatal temptation.
But alas, a missed chance was a missed chance. Foster failed to meet Thor. They had just been like helpless ordinary people, frantically driving away to escape when they sensed that dangerous individuals were fighting.
"This company—this organization—they control the Xenomorphs and are willing to distribute them to their own employees. They've also established close cooperation with Asgard and can frequently use the Rainbow Bridge..."
Foster's eyes sparkled. "If I can join them, maybe I can become a Xenomorph too. I'd have a powerful body, endless strength and time, and then I could explore the unknown beyond Earth as I please."
"You're insane!"
"I'm not insane. This is just a reasonable deduction based on logic. Look, my waiting wasn't in vain! Weyland Corporation replied to my resume submission! I succeeded!!"
Foster shot up, hitting her head on the ceiling, but she paid it no mind, jumping up and down.
She immediately packed her bags, bought the soonest plane ticket, and rushed to New York.
When Foster entered Weyland Corporation, the surreal scene she had imagined—a Xenomorph sitting at the front desk, its steel-rending fingers rapidly tapping on a keyboard to process her onboarding paperwork—did not appear.
It was true that there were Xenomorphs passing by, but the one handling her business was just an ordinary human.
"Jane Foster, your security clearance is higher. You need to go to the 92nd floor." The ordinary receptionist initially wore a standard, fake smile, but after checking something, her expression instantly changed, now showing respect and fear.
Foster didn't understand why, and after reaching the 92nd floor, she was even more confused.
"What is the meaning of this? You want me to be parasitized as soon as I arrive? I heard this was a very precious opportunity with limited slots, so why am I..."
Foster stared blankly at the huge alien egg before her, a sense of fear in her heart. It was the instinct of life in the face of the unknown.
But again, ever since Foster had entered this place, she had no other path to take.
"I knew it. This place isn't some humanitarian aid organization after all... It seems I have no other choice."
Foster reluctantly accepted being parasitized. Although this was a scene she had fantasized about in her dreams—getting an opportunity that countless people craved, to become a superhuman in one leap.
But what happened next left Foster utterly bewildered. She followed a woman into a secret room and pointed in utter shock at the hammer placed before her.
"What? You actually want me to lift this hammer? Don't try to fool me, this must be Thor's weapon! I don't believe you'd have such a twisted sense of humor as to create a fake one just to deceive a newcomer like me!" Compared to lifting it, Foster, as a scientist, wanted to study and understand the thing.
"Yes, it is Thor's weapon. But if you can lift it, you become Thor, and from then on, it is your weapon." Gloria had a look of complete certainty, as if she were full of confidence in Foster. But it was a lie.
She was also muttering to herself, doubting what gave this woman the qualification to even touch Thor's Hammer.
You have to understand, the incredibly powerful Sentry had specifically come to try this morning, and he couldn't lift it at all!
(end of chapter)
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