Chapter 138: Kowtow to Brother Tongzi
The disagreement between Nick Fury and Steveregarding HYDRA essentially stemmed from the different philosophies held by an Agent and a Soldier.
Agents prioritize secrecy.
Soldiers focus on eliminating the enemy.
At the same time, this also reflected the different levels of issues considered due to their differing status and positions.
Nick Fury viewed HYDRA as a stepping stone for promotion and salary increases, so he naturally wouldn't eliminate HYDRA in one go, as he wouldn't have enough time to accumulate sufficient merits.
The process of eliminating HYDRA had to be full of twists and turns.
The best scenario would be HYDRA initiating a new war, with the flames of conflict spreading across the entire World.
At the most crucial moment, he, Nick Fury, the hero... Oh no, he almost forgot about Councilman Murdock!
With that guy around, he had no room to maneuver at all.
F*ck!!!
At that moment, Nick Fury suddenly realized that promotions and salary increases were about to become fleeting memories; it would be quite difficult just to hold onto a few merits.
"Cough, Captain Rogers is right. It was my oversight. I will report this issue to the Security Council as soon as possible and await their next command."
"My apologies again for disturbing everyone so late."
"Meeting adjourned."
The mysterious secure house meeting ended in an utterly ridiculous manner.
Natasha got into her beloved Corvette sports car and headed home, vowing to protect her right to sleep.
Coulson's mind was filled with the heroic image of Captain America, and knowing that the Captain hadn't bought a car yet, he quickly said, "Captain, I'll drive you back."
"Okay, thank you."
After waking from the ice, Steve accepted Councilman Murdock's suggestion to integrate into society as soon as possible, so on the way home, he proactively chatted with Coulson.
"Coulson, what kind of person do you think Councilman Murdock is?"
"Councilman Murdock?"
At the mention of the name, a smile unconsciously spread across Coulson's lips.
"Murdoch, ah, he's Hill's ex-boyfriend. When he joined S.H.I.E.L.D., I personally handled his onboarding procedures."
"He served as Deputy Director in the agency for two and a half years, and at the beginning of this year, he was elected a Congressman."
Coulson paused, as if weighing his words:
"If you ask me what kind of person he is, it's really hard to describe. But in New York, people call him 'The Son of New York State'—you know the weight of that, right?"
"Sometimes, what the Hua Shi Ren says isn't as effective as what he says."
"His influence is almost on par with yours back in the day."
"Oh, and he has a good relationship with Tony Stark. The Mango Phone we're using now is a product from their company."
After hearing these words, a hint of understanding flashed in Steve's eyes, followed by a gentle smile.
"Now that you mention it, I suddenly feel that Murdochis indeed quite suitable to be the Hua Shi Ren."
"Isn't that right?" Coulson immediately chimed in.
"The internet is exploding right now; so many people have spontaneously started petitions, hoping he'll step forward to run."
"Unfortunately, to run for Hua Shi Ren, one must be at least 35 years old, and Murdoch just turned 25 this year."
"Ten years from now..." Coulson suddenly chuckled.
"Captain, do you know, I can't even imagine how much pressure the candidates running ten years from now will be under."
"Hahaha." Steve laughed heartily.
"Indeed."
As for how much pressure candidates running ten years from now will be under, that's a question for the individuals involved.
Aside from the current Hua Shi Ren, Ellis, who couldn't care less, almost all politicians interested in running for Hua Shi Ren consciously avoided that period.
It wasn't a crime of war; there was simply nothing they could do.
A living spiritual totem, and he even had a great sense for the camera.
In Great America, from eighty-year-olds down to three-year-olds, who didn't get flustered when they saw Murdoch?
He was from a good background, tall and handsome, incredibly wealthy, with strength comparable to a god, and he loved this land... All the buffs were stacked.
Regardless of whether Murdoch intended to run ten years from now, public opinion was clearly there.
Moreover, he was already a Congressman.
There was a particularly strange phenomenon in Great America's political arena now: most Congressmen had tacitly accepted the fact that Murdoch was about to become the Hua Shi Ren.
In other words, both the House and Senate already regarded Murdoch as the successor to the President.
Among those who deeply understood this was the current Air Force Lieutenant General, General Ross, who had the good fortune of being arranged by Murdoch to orbit the Earth for three days.
Looking at Murdoch, who appeared before him, transforming from Deputy Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. to a Congressman...
General Ross had absolutely no temper.
Not only did he not dare to get angry, but he also served him with good cigarettes and fine wine.
"Congressman, what brings you here..."
Qin Mo held his wine glass: "I came to congratulate you, General, you're going to be a grandfather."
"Grandfather?" General Ross was stunned for a few seconds before he reacted: "Betty is pregnant? Whose child is it?"
"Damn it." Qin Mo muttered: "Whose it is, don't you know? It can't possibly be mine."
General Ross and Bruce Banner, this pair of in-laws, had been in a love-hate relationship for many years, essentially disliking each other.
"Hey." General Ross chuckled dryly: "I wish the child was yours."
If the child in Betty's belly were Murdoch's, then he, General Ross, could now announce his candidacy for Hua Shi Ren.
At that time, he wouldn't even need to actively campaign; he would just need to show up with his family of three, and the votes would naturally come in.
"You old geezer." Qin Mo pointed a few times: "How can you just casually tarnish someone's innocence?"
Although Qin Mo was lustful and a bit of a scoundrel, he had always adhered to one principle over the years: never get involved with married women.
While the pleasure of a Mengde-style affair was stimulating, it was too troublesome afterward.
Moreover, Betty was the girlfriend of his subordinate, Bruce Banner.
After a few jokes, Qin Mo cut straight to the chase, saying: "A few days ago, a Congressman submitted a proposal to me, regarding your Military's corruption..."
Upon hearing this, General Ross abruptly stood up, confirmed that the office's shielding equipment was activated, and then whispered.
"Congressman, this matter cannot be brought up."
"Corruption is rampant in the Great America Military, and the vested interests behind it are too great. Even if you become the Hua Shi Ren, do not try to lift this fig leaf."
"Uh." Qin Mo spread his hands: "General, I think you misunderstood."
"I don't care how the Military is corrupt; what I care about is that you're making money and not including me."
As his words fell, General Ross instantly froze in place, like a wooden dummy, not moving for a long time.
"This... Congressman... You..."
Qin Mo lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply.
"General, you know, I can't bear to see suffering in the World. Even with billions in wealth, I still love doing charity."
Not long ago, Qin Mo had just learned that all the money he had topped up over the years had actually been used by the system for charity.
This made Qin Mo kowtow a few times to the System Brother.
And he secretly made up his mind: from now on, he wouldn't save; he would spend more every day to contribute to charity.
Upon hearing this, General Ross seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the World, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Congressman, I don't quite understand... Do you mean—using corrupt Military funds for charity?"
"What? Is that not allowed?"
Chapter 139 Decapitation Operation
No?" As the only lucky man to have experienced three days of orbiting the Earth, General Ross dared not defy Councilman Murdock's wishes.
If it's charity, then it's charity, as long as My Lord is happy.
From the moment he survived orbiting the Earth for three days, General Ross already knew that he was still useful to Councilman Murdock.
Therefore, his mind was filled with the thought of clinging to his leg.
Such a strong leg, whether it was strength comparable to a god or terrifying influence, was beneficial to General Ross and harmless.
"Doing charity is good, charity must be done."
General Ross waved his hand: "Councilman, how about this, in the future, the Air Force's profits will give you one and a half percent for charity."
"As for the other military branches… I don't have a say."
Thaddeus Ross, currently serving as a Lieutenant General in the Air Force, according to reliable sources, General Ross is about to take over as Secretary of State of Great America.
"Alright." Qin Mo nodded slightly.
One and a half percent, which is roughly 20 billion per year, is a considerable income.
Sure enough, in the Marvel Universe's Great America, to make a fortune, you still have to rely on power.
This will also be Qin Mo's largest hidden income after he is elected Councilman.
"Pleasure working with you."
"Pleasure working with you."
Noticing that Councilman Murdock intended to leave, General Ross quickly said.
"That… My Lord, you know, I was injured when I was young serving in the military, and recently I've been feeling much less energetic than before, what if it affects your charity work…"
To be honest, Qin Mo quite liked this old man General Ross; at least he would directly state his demands, unlike a certain Nick Fury, who was full of schemes and tricks.
"It depends on your future performance."
Understanding the hidden meaning of this sentence, General Ross immediately saluted: "Everything for charity."
Seeing this, Qin Mo patted General Ross's shoulder with satisfaction: "Work hard, I won't mistreat you. Oh, right, find some time to visit Betty."
The number one workhorse, Bruce Banner, has been working tirelessly for Mango Car these past two years.
As a qualified capitalist, Qin Mo believed he had an obligation to make his workhorses live more comfortably.
Only with family harmony and no worries would the workhorses work harder to earn him money.
And money, for Qin Mo, meant the hope of ascending to the omnipotent Universe level.
Immediately after leaving the Air Force Base, Qin Moreceived an urgent summons from the Security Council—another meeting.
Fortunately, he had placed a puppet in his office beforehand, which he could control remotely with his mind.
Safety Council Building, conference room.
Led by Director Pierce, all five Councilmen were present.
Seeing this, Nick Fury quickly stood up: "My LordDirector, Councilmen, I recently received news: HYDRAis still active in the World."
Pierce's acting was on point: "What, HYDRA? Fury, tell me more."
Those who didn't understand would think Pierce truly didn't know about HYDRA.
"Yes, Director." Nick Fury took over.
"According to reliable sources, this branch of HYDRAactive in Sokovia belongs to the orthodox HYDRA, with the belief of bringing back Hydra Prime."
"Hydra Prime?" Qin Mo interrupted.
"Yes, Hydra Prime. This information, and the news of Captain Rogers' whereabouts sold a few days ago, came from the same organization: the High Table."
"Regarding detailed information about Hydra Prime, the High Table is asking for 1 billion pounds…"
At this point, the John Bull representative interjected: "Director Fury, after all that, you still want money, don't you?"
Nick Fury retorted: "Councilmen, My Lord Director, who Hydra Prime is isn't important. What's important is that S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are awaiting the Council's orders."
1 billion pounds, you're unwilling to give.
The money to eliminate HYDRA, however, is unavoidable, right?
After another hour-long argument, the Security Councilmade a final decision, with Pierce issuing orders to S.H.I.E.L.D..
"Fury, the Security Council and S.H.I.E.L.D. exist precisely to uphold order and eliminate destabilizing factors."
"Since HYDRA's active range is known, by Security Council resolution, this operation is specifically named: Decapitation Operation."
Hearing this, Nick Fury couldn't help but curve his lips into a smile.
The money, it was finally coming.
"Fury, the Decapitation Operation will be fully overseen by Councilman Murdock. You, leading S.H.I.E.L.D., must cooperate well."
Motherf***er!
Nick Fury cursed inwardly. With that damned Councilman Murdock here, there would likely be no room for maneuvering with this large sum of money.
Despite his inner reluctance, Nick Fury had to promise: "Please rest assured, My Lord Director, I will complete the mission even if it costs my life."
"Good." Pierce nodded.
"The operational funds for the Decapitation Operation will be transferred to a special account as soon as possible. Go on, get to work."
With the procedures complete, Nick Fury left the Safety Council Building without looking back. With Councilman Murdock there, he would explode if he stayed even a second longer.
Heaven knows how he endured the past six months.
He didn't dare to embezzle a single cent, fearing that Councilman Murdock would discover clues and then find more leads.
Not only did he not dare to embezzle, but he also had to carefully erase traces of past corruption and fill financial gaps.
Who would want to do such a losing business!
Upon returning to S.H.I.E.L.D. Tower, Nick Furygathered all high-ranking officials and announced the Council's order for the Decapitation Operation against the HYDRA remnants.
"The Decapitation Operation is S.H.I.E.L.D.'s largest operation in recent years. I hope all department heads do not drag their feet at such a time."
"Where is Rumlow?"
"Reporting, Director, Captain Rumlow has been summoned by the White House to be responsible for the Hua Shi Ren's security."
Upon hearing this, Nick Fury's eyes instantly lit up.
He suddenly remembered that the Hua Shi Ren had a tour of the U.S. scheduled recently. Since Rumlow was summoned, then Councilman Murdock??
Sure enough, not long after.
Councilman John Bull, representing the Council, arrived at S.H.I.E.L.D., taking over from Councilman Murdock as the person in charge of the Decapitation Operation.
Nick Fury was overjoyed; with Councilman Murdockgone, there was room for maneuvering again.
And Councilman John Bull's ears still echoed with Councilman Murdock's instructions before he came: "You don't need to go to the front line, just send more people to keep an eye on the money bag."
This made Councilman John Bull suddenly realize—this S.H.I.E.L.D. Director… had dirty hands.
Damn it, you dare to embezzle my money?!
Most of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s funds are allocated by the Security Council, and the Security Council's funds are supported by the nations behind the five permanent Councilmen.
Councilman John Bull's thinking was not wrong.
Nick Fury, full of joy, led S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, boarding a Quinjet to Sokovia.
He had not originally intended to lead from the front, but now that Councilman Murdock was gone, wouldn't all the credit belong to him!
As for safety? At worst, he could hide behind CaptainRogers's back.
Nick Fury was completely unaware that a pair of eyes was closely watching him and the money bag.
To protect the safety of the money bag, Councilman John Bull was also desperate, risking danger to personally follow.
"Let's see who dares to touch my money."
Chapter 140: To buy or not to buy?
Sokovia, S.H.I.E.L.D. Base.
Seeing John Bull, the councilor, uncharacteristically follow the main force, Nick Fury sneered:
"I hope the esteemed councilor, high above all, won't wet himself at the sight of war..."
Nick Fury, who came from humble beginnings, had always disliked these rich kids.
In his opinion, if not for their good birth, these guys couldn't even compare to his little finger; they simply didn't understand the value of hard work and struggle.
As for why the councilor came, Nick Furysubconsciously assumed it was for self-promotion and to claim credit.
He was already accustomed to royal scions going to guaranteed victorious battles for self-promotion.
Anyway, there was endless credit to be gained... If the other party cooperated, he wouldn't mind sharing some credit, as long as the Gao Lu Ji councilor didn't come over.
Otherwise, he was truly afraid that the Agents' speed in attacking the HYDRA fortress wouldn't keep up with the speed of raising a white flag.
"Barton, you lead your team to patrol and provide support."
"Captain Rogers, you lead a special forces team directly through the middle."
"Deputy Director Romanoff, you launch a surprise attack from the right."
"Blade, you lead your team in a surprise attack from the left."
"Yes, Officer." X4
As the Quick Reaction Special Forces soldiers successively began their combat plan, Nick Fury sat steadily in the command center.
Under normal circumstances, the S.H.I.E.L.D. Directordoes not need to lead from the front and rush to the frontline; the battlefield is merciless, and no one can guarantee absolute safety.
But ever since Murdoch joined S.H.I.E.L.D.... this trend had been skewed.
Whether it was Agents or Quick Reaction Special Forces soldiers, they all seemed to prefer following Murdoch to forcefully overwhelm the enemy.
Even if they could only cheer from behind.
To gain prestige and thus fully control S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury took a life-threatening risk this time... to come to the frontline to oversee the battle.
He vowed to complete the decapitation strike beautifully.
Once the HYDRA Sokovia Headquarters was completely destroyed, the remaining HYDRA remnants would naturally be handled by S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents.
During this time, if he pulled some strings and embezzled, no one would ever find out.
The war began.
HYDRA Sokovia Base.
Baron Strucker cursed and questioned:
"Fuck, what is Gideon Malick doing?! S.H.I.E.L.D. has already reached our doorstep, how come there's no news at all?"
Baron Strucker and the Gideon Malick family were both legitimate HYDRA lineages.
Because their active areas did not overlap, there were no fundamental conflicts of interest between them, which allowed the two to frequently exchange messages privately.
However, this time, S.H.I.E.L.D. had reached their doorstep, yet Malick still hadn't sent any news.
This suddenly gave Baron Strucker an urge to run away—he suspected: Gideon might have already betrayed HYDRA.
"Officer, Malick sent good news..."
Hearing his secretary's report, Strucker laughed in extreme anger, smashing the wine glass in his hand.
"Good my ass, they've already reached our doorstep, what news could there be?! Huh?!"
"Reporting, Officer, Malick said—this operation, Murdoch was held up by him... he didn't come!"
Upon hearing this, Strucker silently cleaned up the shattered glass: "That really is good news."
If Murdoch had come, they wouldn't have needed to resist; the sooner they surrendered, the sooner they could reincarnate. Since Murdoch didn't come, they had hope of escaping.
"Quick, organize the soldiers to launch a counterattack."
The secretary kindly reminded him: "Officer, Murdochdidn't come, but... Captain America did."
"Fuck!!!"
Meanwhile, New York.
Great America Hua Shi Ren Ellis was inspecting various civilian projects in New York and giving instructions...
Hua Shi Ren Consultant Gideon Malick, Security Manager King Murdoch, Hua Shi Ren Secretary Lily Ellis, and others accompanied him.
Upon learning that S.H.I.E.L.D. was attacking the HYDRA Sokovia Base, Gideon Malick felt a chill run down his spine.
Gideon Malick suspected that his identity as HYDRAmight have been exposed.
If not for that, with his intelligence system, which had been laid out in the U.S. for many years, he would definitely have received news beforehand, allowing Strucker to prepare in advance.
It was extremely abnormal for such an important operation to have no advance leaks.
Therefore, Malick suspected he had been exposed.
In fact.
Neither Baron Strucker nor Malick, upon learning that S.H.I.E.L.D. was attacking the Sokovia Base, ever thought of Pierce.
It was as if Pierce had never appeared in the entire HYDRA system, from beginning to end.
Because Pierce belonged to HYDRA's predetermined reality, which Qin Mo had forcibly modified with Chaos Magic.
The completely whitewashed Pierce was currently busy with Dr. Zola, seizing Baron Strucker's assets.
Seeing Malick's uncomfortable expression, Qin Moimmediately felt—the sale of Hive was a sure thing.
Baron Strucker was about to die, so who would be next?
Malick, that old fox, definitely understood the principle of 'when the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold'.
Whether it was to welcome back Hydra Prime Hive or to find a strong backer, in short, the Malick family didn't have much time left to choose.
After the inspection of civilian projects concluded, the Hua Shi Ren went back to the hotel and immediately fell asleep.
This gave Qin Mo room to play freely.
The saying 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' proved true; after being apart for many days and reuniting, Qin Mo and Lily Ellis went back to their shameless days.
Seven days later, the Hua Shi Ren's U.S. tour concluded.
As a consultant, Gideon Malick returned directly to his family without even saying goodbye.
Within these seven days, after much inquiry, Malicklearned: not only had Baron Strucker died, but that HYDRA branch had also been completely annihilated.
Washington, Malick family ancient castle.
In the underground secret room.
Malick sat on the main seat, looking at the representatives of the other three families.
"A few days ago, the High Table offered an exorbitant price of 200 billion to bring back the Prime Hive, but we didn't come to a conclusion at the time."
"Now, we don't have much time left. Buy or not buy, give me a definitive answer."
One of the representatives interjected: "I heard Baron Strucker was killed on the spot by S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
Malick nodded: "The specific cause of death is unclear, but he's dead anyway."
It was precisely Baron Strucker's death that made Malick make up his mind.
Another representative asked: "Have we been exposed?"
"Not yet, but we don't have much time left either."
The three representatives simultaneously looked at the main seat.
"Is the High Table trustworthy or not? Don't let us spend the money and then not be able to bring back the Prime."
Malick paused, then said.
"Although the High Table is extremely mysterious, it has an excellent reputation. Previously, the whereabouts of Captain America were sold to S.H.I.E.L.D. by the High Table."
"They only want money. As long as we pay enough, bringing back the Prime is absolutely no problem."
Hearing this, the three representatives exchanged glances.
"Alright, we'll pay, 50 billion per family as agreed."
Chapter 141 Director, Say Thank You Quickly
The High Table is extremely mysterious.
It could be said that it is only heard of, but never seen.
Especially with S.H.I.E.L.D.'s 1 billion pound transaction, the High Table showed great contractual spirit, actually informing them of Captain America's whereabouts.
Since then, the High Table has become an existence that various intelligence organizations around the Worldboth love and hate.
The love is genuine—every piece of intelligence sold is highly praised, with no falsehoods whatsoever.
The hatred is also clear—the prices are ridiculously expensive; every transaction feels like cutting off a piece of flesh, making people's teeth itch with pain, yet they are helpless.
Under Gideon Malick's leadership, the four great families of HYDRA finally made up their minds: to pool money to redeem Hydra Prime.
"Everyone, time waits for no one; quickly gather each family's 50 billion share."
Almost simultaneously.
Peggy Carter, with the assistance of MI13, also raised 1 billion pounds, preparing to purchase detailed information about Hive from the High Table.
Upon receiving the news, the artificial intelligence Zolastealthily slipped onto Peggy Carter's computer.
"Money ready?"
Peggy Carter hastily typed: Ready.
"Transfer to these accounts separately."
Immediately after, Carter was shocked to find that the funds transferred to those accounts rapidly jumped to different accounts, then completely disappeared.
Recalling what Nick Fury said—that when S.H.I.E.L.D.purchased information, 1 billion pounds directly vanished...
But this time was very different, making Carter think of a possibility: artificial intelligence.
Before Carter could think further, several lines of text appeared on the computer screen.
"Hive, Hydra Prime, a Kree experimental product, the first Inhumans in history; due to his immense power, he was exiled to an alien Planet by other Inhumans."
"Hive's body is composed of countless parasites and can act by parasitizing human hosts."
"The parasites can detach from the main body to attack targets at high speed, injecting themselves into the target's body to parasitize or control it. Those parasitized will completely obey Hive's will, forming an absolutely loyal parasitic network."
With 1 billion pounds in hand, the artificial intelligence Zola happily put it into his small treasury, not forgetting to say thank you before leaving.
"Thanks, Little Carter."
Peggy Carter stared intently at the text on the computer screen, afraid of missing a single word.
Afraid of forgetting, she quickly pulled out her Mango Phone and took more than a dozen continuous photos before lying back in her chair.
Thinking that 1 billion pounds only bought this much, Carter cursed with a laugh.
"Holy crab!!!"
After sending the message to MI13 and Nick Furyrespectively, Carter closed her eyes.
At first, she didn't react, until at a certain moment, she suddenly opened her eyes, staring intently at the last line of text.
"Thanks, Little Carter."
This tone made her feel like she had met an acquaintance; besides her parents who had passed away many years ago, only one short person liked to call her that.
"How is this possible... Dr. Zola?!"
No matter how frantically Carter sent messages, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, never receiving a reply.
"No, Arnim Zola died in 1972, it couldn't be him. The only one who plays with AI so smoothly now is that kid Tony."
After a long sigh, Peggy Carter prepared to return to New York to ask Little Tony for his opinion.
At the same time, to fulfill that unfulfilled promise.
...
New York, Safety Council Building.
The seven-day decapitation operation was a great success.
Under the witness of hundreds of news media, Councilman Murdock, representing the Security Council, was presenting honorary medals one by one to the high-ranking S.H.I.E.L.D. officials who participated in the operation.
In order of precedence, Qin Mo took an honorary medal from the tray held by the secretary.
"Director Romanoff, you've worked hard."
Natasha puffed out her chest and forced a smile; there were no other thoughts in her eyes, only an yearning for power.
Because they had fought hard for seven days, and in the end, they only received—a medal.
Are they trying to appease beggars!
What is the outside World reporting now? Overwhelming news—all about the Security Council's excellent leadership.
F*ck! These damned politicians.
They were so shameless as to directly steal the fruits of victory they had worked so hard to achieve.
At this moment, Natasha finally understood: why someone as powerful as Murdock chose to enter politics.
A Deputy Director cannot even protect the freedom to sleep; she must climb higher and higher, step by step.
She also wants to be a Councilman!!!
The awarding ceremony continued. Qin Mo took out a medal and pinned it on Coulson's chest.
"Coulson, you've worked hard."
"Thank you, Councilman."
During the decapitation operation, Coulson fully learned from the lesson of running for Deputy Director, adhering to the mentality of seeking no merit but no fault, just following Captain's behind...
Even so, he still gained considerable merit.
This also strengthened Coulson's belief—that one day, he would become the S.H.I.E.L.D. Director.
"Eric, you've worked hard."
As a Vampire hunter, Blade was not accustomed to this kind of life under the spotlight. A stiff smile was squeezed onto his cool face.
"Bu Rou, thank you."
Since deciding to follow Murdock, Blade has earned money and received various honors.
In his leisure time from work, he can also do odd jobs at the Murdoch Firm.
This is the immortal life he yearns for, of course, it would be even better without these damned reporters.
"Agent Barton, you've worked hard."
"Thank you, Councilman."
Although Hawkeye had not been in contact with Murdock for long, he admired this superhero Councilman from the bottom of his heart.
If their roles were reversed, Hawkeye believed he could not achieve the level of a workaholic like him.
Finally, under the witness of countless flashlights, the old and new spiritual totems of Great America stood together.
"Captain Rogers, you've worked hard."
"Thank you, Councilman."
The scene of Councilman Murdock pinning the honorary medal on Captain America was etched into Eternity by countless flashlights.
The metal medal shimmered with a cold light, half reflecting Murdock's profile, half embedded in the Star-Spangled uniform. The two generations of spiritual totems overlapped at this moment.
The editors and reporters below knew: they had their front-page headline.
And this was not just news; it was a visual declaration worthy of being recorded in history.
Nick Fury stared blankly at this scene, his eyes filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred... How he wished that the one standing with Captain, receiving cheers—was him.
For a Black man to become the S.H.I.E.L.D. Director was almost the peak.
Without extraordinary merit and popularity, he had no hope of advancing further.
The United States has been established for over two hundred years, and there has never been a Black Hua Shi Ren; that is the best evidence.
Nick Fury was deep in thought, completely unaware that Murdock had already come before him.
"Director Fury, you've worked hard."
Time passed second by second. Discovering that Furyremained unresponsive, Steve couldn't help but whisper a reminder.
"Director, quickly say thank you."
Chapter 142 He Wants It All
Previously, Qin Mo spent most of his time playing a superhero, solely to gain enough popularity to advance further.
Now that he was a Councilman, his work focus shifted to how to portray a Councilman who loved this land.
Still, it was only for further advancement.
Even without personally participating in the beheading operation, Councilman Murdock and Captain Americastill occupied most of the headlines in the news media's propaganda.
Most people suddenly realized that, in places they hadn't noticed, Councilman Murdock had successfully re-eradicated the HYDRA that had risen from the ashes.
"Peace, only because someone is carrying the burden forward."
"New and old idols stand together."
"God of the new era!"
Looking at the increasingly nonsensical headlines, Qin Mo couldn't help but shiver; it was too awkward.
"Dr., what's going on with these news outlets? They're praising too much."
"Hehe," Zola explained, "Boss, these are all our own news media…"
"No wonder." Qin Mo paused, "By the way, how much did you get from Strucker this time?"
The reason he sold Captain America's whereabouts to Nick Fury and leaked HYDRA's information was precisely for this moment—the time of harvest.
"About 1000, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s speed was too fast, and some assets didn't have time to be liquidated."
Upon hearing this, Qin Mo immediately ordered, "Thank you for your hard work. Transfer it to my account as soon as possible."
To raise this large sum of money quickly, Qin Moadvanced the time of Baron Strucker's demise by six years compared to the original timeline.
He wondered if Wanda and Pietro's fates would change as a result.
In the original timeline, the Wanda siblings voluntarily participated in Baron Strucker's experiment, awakening Chaos Magic and super speed upon contact with the Mind Stone…
But now, Baron Strucker had been killed.
If it really didn't work out, before selling the Infinity Stones to Thanos, he could sell them to Wanda first to activate her superpowers, and then make her work her entire life to pay off the debt.
Tsk tsk tsk, thinking about it was quite interesting.
"Boss, Gideon Malick's side has agreed to purchase Hive, but they need time to raise the money, and they demand a hand-over of the person and a hand-over of the money."
Hearing this, Qin Mo smiled, "Agree to them."
A small Hive couldn't cause any trouble.
Even if he could control others, what then? After getting the money, he would just eliminate Hive, along with the entire Malick family.
The main goal was to do it without anyone knowing, contributing to World peace.
Calculated this way, the two legitimate HYDRA factions contributed a total of 300 billion US dollars. They truly lived up to their reputation as ancient families that had been hidden for thousands of years.
They were simply as rich as a nation.
Once this transaction was finalized, the system store's available funds would soon exceed 400 billion.
Barely equivalent to two Lan's, he thought.
He wondered if he could use this fund to break through to the Omniversal level… He estimated the probability was low, unless two more zeros were added later.
After pouring all the newly arrived funds into the system store, Qin Mo hummed a tune and returned home.
Only Zola's projection remained standing in place, patting his chest as if exhaling—a small embezzlement, his boss shouldn't discover it, right?
Earlier, Murdoch had instructed Zola to leak the HYDRAinformation, and Zola specifically half-sold, half-gave the information to Peggy Carter.
Subsequently, he sold the Hive information to Carter for 1 billion pounds.
All of this was done behind Murdoch's back.
It was because that guy had emptied Zola's small private fund, not leaving a single cent.
After becoming an AI, Zola had almost no desires other than his small hobby of saving money.
"Boss, you must understand me…"
…
Hyde Garden, Villa No. 1.
After several rounds of sparring, Qin Mo held Skye's smooth body, wondering whether to give Skye another injection—the Golden Serum.
Two years ago, when Skye had just come of age, she had already been injected with the Perfect Five-Five Serum, which not only led to a secondary development of her body but also granted her extraordinary endurance and strength.
Of course, even with Skye's awakened superpower, Shake, it still couldn't compare to the power of a million stars.
This Golden Sentinel Serum could create a single-Universal level existence.
If he sold it to Odin, who was about to die…
Hiss, good heavens.
Qin Mo couldn't imagine what price Old Odin would be willing to pay at that time… Half of Asgard?
Or the entire Asgard?
Originally, Qin Mo had prepared to give the Golden Sentinel Serum to Skye, so that when he traveled to other Worlds, Skye's strength would greatly increase, enough to guard their home.
Now, however, he was a bit undecided.
That Omniversal Dimensional Gate, from the time he bought it until now, hadn't been used even once.
But compared to making money, traveling to other Worlds seemed less important.
Moreover, Qin Mo was currently unsure—would a nihilistic personality emerge if Skye injected the Golden Sentinel Serum?
What if the gentle and lovely Sister Skye, after injecting the Golden Serum, evolved into a crazy beauty…
That would be quite interesting, wouldn't it?
As is well known, Qin Mo enjoyed experiencing different beauties, even Carol, who wasn't very beautiful, he had been with more than once.
"Crazy beauty Skye… I'm inexplicably excited…"
Between making a lot of money and enjoying himself, after several thoughts, Qin Mo resolutely decided: he wanted it all.
"Dear System Bro, another Golden Sentinel Serum, please."
Two and a half minutes passed, and seeing no reaction from the system, Qin Mo came up with a plan and silently thought,
"Brother, refresh two more Golden Sentinel Serums, and I won't save money anymore. I promise to spend every day."
"Ding, the contract is made. Those who break their promise shall suffer the punishment of eating rocks."
"Damn it! I knew you were pretending to be dumb. Such a good intelligent system, yet you pretend to be an idiot."
After cursing the idiotic system a few times, Qin Moopened the system store and saw—
"Golden Sentinel Serum, power of a million stars, price $2 billion."
"Golden Sentinel Serum, power of a million stars, price $2 billion."
"Anti-Transformer Armor, from 'Avengers VS Transformers', price $100 million."
"Eh?" Qin Mo stared at the third item, suddenly finding it a bit humorous.
How to put it, counting all the anti-series armors built by Tony Stark over the years, there had almost never been a successful case.
Like the Anti-Phoenix Armor, which punched out five big daddies.
And the Anti-Hulk Armor, which was either torn apart by the Hulk or turned into Hulk armor.
In short.
Anti-series armors, whoever they were against, got blasted by them.
In the Marvel Universe, the failure of anti-series armors was like the invincible Devourer of Worlds falling again, it was an ironclad rule.
And the Anti-Transformer Armor came from the Marveland TF original linkage comics: telling the story of Transformers invading the Marvel Universe…
For Qin Mo, the collection value of this armor far outweighed its actual combat power.
"Purchase all."
"Ding, purchase successful… stored in system warehouse."
Resisting the urge to give Skye another injection, Qin Mo decided to sell one to Odin first to test—whether a nihilistic personality would emerge after injecting the Golden Serum.
After all, Qin Mo couldn't bear to part with the gentle and lovely Sister Skye.
Let Odin be the guinea pig instead.
Chapter 143 The little cub of the God Group?
Over the years of making money, Qin Mo had figured out a way: shamelessly going door-to-door to promote? That's pure nonsense; people would look at you like you were a beggar.
The real skill is to make clients come begging to you.
One is begging others for a meal, the other is others begging you for a share. Can they be the same? The principle is that simple—whoever is awesome, whoever has the upper hand.
Therefore, Qin Mo decided: to leak a little information.
When Odin the Old Man comes begging in the future, he can sell the Golden Sentinel Serum for a good price.
No matter what, he had to completely empty the wealth Asgard had accumulated over thousands of years.
Not enough money? Not enough... installments then, the main thing is flexible payment.
Like Captain America, Peggy Carter, Wanda... they are all like Odin, destined to work a lifetime to pay off their debts.
Thinking of this, Qin Mo's smile became even more unbridled.
Skye had just recovered from her workout and, seeing this, asked curiously, "Brother, what are you thinking about? You're smiling so frighteningly."
Qin Mo chuckled, "I just thought of a good position."
"Again?" Skye rolled her eyes, her expression a mix of resentment and a hint of charm.
Seeing this, Qin Mo directly mounted her.
As the saying goes, as love deepens, spring thoughts sway, and the embroidered mandarin duck quilt turns into red waves... a night of intimacy passed.
The next morning, as usual, Qin Mo, holding Kanna's chubby hand, was strolling in the community garden when he once again encountered Tina and Ajak.
"Mr. Murdoch, a friend wants to see you."
"Friend?" Qin Mo asked, feigning ignorance.
"Yes, an elder from my family. They heard about you and Tina and specifically came to see you."
"Alright." Qin Mo did not expose Ajak's lie. It was indeed not a problem for her to say that Arishem the Judge was an elder.
The creator of the Eternal, isn't he an elder?
The Celestials are an abstract entity; to put it bluntly, they are purely conceptual incarnations.
Normally, the Celestials maintain a height of two thousand feet, are fully armored, similar to the invincible Devourer of Worlds, and no one has ever seen what they look like beneath their armor.
Qin Mo's Celestial Body was intentionally maintained in human form by him.
If he wished, he could also revert to his armored, two-thousand-foot-tall appearance.
It's just that at 609 meters tall, he wouldn't be able to find any sparring partners, which for an LSP, would be a torment and torture.
Under Ajak's guidance, Qin Mo finally met—another human-shaped Celestial: Arishem the Judge.
"Hello, I'm Murdoch."
"You... Hello..."
Before coming to Earth, Arishem had prepared to bring the Celestial youngling, who had been left outside, back to the clan for proper cultivation.
To let the little youngling fully experience the love of the Celestials, as well as the rights and obligations belonging to the Celestials.
However, the moment he truly saw Qin Mo, Arishem stood awkwardly in place, unmoving.
Is this a wild Celestial youngling?
What kind of hellish joke is this, a wild youngling comparable to the Celestials' boss?
If that were truly the case, why would the Celestialsbother painstakingly searching for life Planets, sowing Celestial Seeds, and waiting for the God to appear?
In fact, Arishem wished that all Celestial younglings were like this... powerful.
Ajak misled me!
Glancing at Ajak, Arishem forcibly suppressed the urge to curse out loud.
For a moment, the living room of the Villa where the Eternal resided became incredibly silent.
"Sit?" Qin Mo chuckled softly.
"Yes, yes, yes, please sit." Arishem quickly responded.
At this moment, Ajak finally reacted: something was wrong, very, very wrong.
Arishem the Judge holds an extremely high position within the Celestial clan, second only to the Prime Celestials.
As Arishem the Judge's trusted and beloved general, Ajak was well-versed in the history of the Celestials' development.
Several ages ago, the first batch of Celestials were created by the Creator First Firmament, but this was accompanied by wars between the Celestials and the Dark Celestials that lasted for several ages.
Today, few Prime Celestials remain.
Currently, most Celestials, including Arishem the Judge, were created by the Eternal, responsible for assisting the Eternal in maintaining and managing the Multiverse, holding an extremely noble status.
However, Arishem the Judge, who holds such a high status, would actually be so polite... respectful to Murdoch.
This was already extremely abnormal.
Could it be that Arishem the Judge cherishes wild Celestial younglings and is worried about scaring the other party?
As Ajak pondered.
Tina, with great perceptiveness, poured coffee for the two Celestial My Lord, and helped Arishem the Judgeout of the awkward situation.
"My dear, we are not actually humans, but Eternal. Many years ago, we were ordered by My Lord Arishem to travel the Universe to find new Celestials."
"Ah, yes, yes, yes." Arishem echoed.
After a comparison, Arishem suddenly realized that Tinawas quite good, much better than that unreliable Ajak.
Such a powerful Celestial was actually reported by Ajakas a wild Celestial youngling: you are the wild youngling, this is the pride of our Celestials.
"Oh!" Qin Mo's acting was on point, looking enlightened: "No wonder, when I saw My Lord Arishem just now, I felt a sense of closeness."
"You can just call me by my name."
At this moment, Arishem had already guessed: this person in front of him was very likely a descendant of the Prime Celestials who had been left outside during the First Age.
Otherwise, he could never be so powerful.
He must find a way to bring him back to the clan to acknowledge his ancestors.
"Murdoch, I came to Earth this time to invite you to return to the Celestial clan to take a look..."
"Return to the clan?" Qin Mo hesitated slightly: "To be honest, I can feel the Celestial baby inside Earth, and because I was worried that the little fellow would cause damage to Earth, I haven't looked for the clan all these years."
"I see." Arishem nodded.
"The emergence process cannot be interrupted, otherwise, Tiamut will fall into a long-term coma, unless..."
"Unless, when the emergence is about to begin, you use your great power to extract Tiamut from inside Earth."
"This..." Qin Mo originally wanted to agree directly.
But then he thought about putting in effort for nothing, and inexplicably felt—not profiting is losing.
"It's not impossible, it's just that extracting Tiamut from inside Earth consumes too much divine power."
"You know, I've been out in the Universe all these years, and I don't have any decent treasures to replenish my divine power, not even enough to maintain my original height."
As soon as he finished speaking, Arishem stood up and said, "The Celestials have them! There are countless treasures in the clan, just take whatever you fancy."
"Really?" Qin Mo pretended to be very moved.
"How about this." Arishem suggested, "Words are baseless, seeing is believing. You come back to the clan with me and you'll know."
"Go back now?"
"Of course, the sooner the better."
After a brief thought, Qin Mo picked up little Kanna, and then pointed to Tom, who was holding the darkhold.
"Can I bring my sister and pet cat?"
Arishem smiled, "Certainly no problem."
Such a loyal and righteous Celestial is the high-end combat power they desperately need right now.
"Then... let's go now."
"Let's go."
Chapter 144 Mine, All Mine
Arishem the Judge came and went in a hurry.
However, compared to when he arrived, he returned with an extra Celestial, a dragon girl, and a cat by his side.
By the time Tina and Ajak recovered, the living room was already empty.
"This… take me with you," Tina complained.
Recalling the conversation between the two Gods, Ajakgrabbed Tina's arm and said urgently, "Did Murdoch My Lord just say that Tiamut could be extracted from within Earth…?"
Tina thought for a moment, "It seems he did."
Upon hearing this, Ajak felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and she seemed to come alive.
Previously, only Ajak knew that once Tiamutmanifested, Earth would be torn apart, and all life on the Planet would turn to dust.
Having resided on Earth for many years, Ajak couldn't bear to see this Planet perish, but as a servant of the Celestials, she was powerless to stop the manifestation process.
Therefore.
She always appeared preoccupied.
But now, hearing Murdoch My Lord could extract Tiamut directly from within Earth, Ajak's dead heart finally stirred.
Praise Murdoch My Lord!
Murdoch My Lord's kindness is endless!
Seeing Ajak's transformation, Tina finally realized that their Eternal mission was actually to guard the manifestation.
"Ajak, I want to follow him from now on."
To hell with the manifestation mission, Tina wanted to follow Murdoch My Lord from now on… and fall in love.
Then have a bunch of Celestial babies.
"That's fine," Ajak nodded slowly, even conceiving an idea that she also wanted to retire.
The other Eternals still didn't know the truth about the manifestation, and even Tina had only heard part of the truth.
The real truth was—this Eternal group had completed more than one manifestation mission! Several life Planets had already shattered…
The two women, each lost in their own thoughts, fell silent.
On the other hand, Qin Mo was much happier.
As the first wild… newborn Celestial to return to the Celestial homeland in millions of years, Qin Mo received an incredibly grand welcome.
The Celestials' supreme leader, OAA, was not in the homeland due to supervising the order of the Multiverse.
Those who came to welcome Qin Mo were:
Arishem the Judge, Jemiah the Analyzer, Exitar the Exterminator...
After the welcome ceremony, Arishem the Judgecouldn't wait to begin recounting the history of the Celestials to Qin Mo.
He called it: ideological education class.
"Essentially, we Celestials were born from the creative energy after the Big Bang, deeply bound to the physical laws of the Multiverse, serving as enforcers of the Universe's rules."
"We traverse the macroscopic dimensions of the Multiverse…"
"We have no traditional dwelling place, and we operate more within the Universe itself."
However, since the Eighth Age.
The Celestials not only faced the Dark Celestials, who intended to counterattack the Multiverse, but also had to be wary of Knull, the God of the Abyss, who corrupted the Celestials.
(Referencing the King in Black comic event, some Celestials corrupted by Knull, the God of the Abyss, were controlled in the Dark Dimension.)
"But in fact, before the Eighth Age, we Celestialsoverwhelmingly crushed any enemy, any!!!
Even the Watchers, in their war with us, were forced to negotiate for peace."
"Knull is, at most, a piece of trash."
Kanna and Tom sat beside Qin Mo, resting their chins on their hands, listening very intently as if to a story.
"At the end of the First Age, the Celestials, under the leadership of OAA, defeated the First Firmament and the Dark Celestials. Thereafter, the leader led us into the Second Age…
During the Second Age, the Celestials created the Beyonder and named it Omega, serving as a servant of the Celestials, responsible for maintaining the reborn Multiverse.
Although the Celestials created the Beyonder, the latter surpassed the Celestials in terms of ability.
During the Seventh Age, the Beyonder launched the 'Everything Dies' experiment, wantonly slaughtering cosmic Gods, including the Celestials.
It ultimately failed due to Molecule Man's betrayal.
Dr. Doom and Molecule Man threw countless Molecule Man bombs into the Beyonder's lifeless Universe, obliterating it.
Although the Beyonder was not completely annihilated, its core power suffered devastating blows in this incident.
"Alas," Arishem the Judge sighed.
"The 'Everything Dies' experiment also greatly weakened the power of the Celestial race."
"Under severe difficulties, the surviving Celestials built their homeland outside the Multiverse, so that newborn Celestials could grow up safely."
"Fortunately, there is still an existence like you."
For the entire Celestial race, Qin Mo, who was at the super-cosmic level, was definitely a high-end combat force.
Second only to the Celestial leader, OAA.
As the supreme leader of the Celestials, OAA's power was the sum total of all Celestials, but due to supervising the order of the Multiverse, he was unable to be distracted by trivial matters most of the time.
And the original Celestials born in the First Age mostly guarded the Multiverse's borders—to prevent the Dark Celestials from counterattacking.
The remaining thousands of Celestial members traversed the Multiverse, busy creating stars… lighting up the Universe, and monitoring the status of civilizations on various Planets.
This is also why the Celestials are known as the gardeners of the Universe."
However, Qin Mo did not approve of the Celestials' destructive judgment of civilizations, such as Exitar the Exterminator's cleansing actions.
In short, this was a race that couldn't stay idle.
Before coming, Qin Mo had already prepared himself mentally: only rights, no obligations.
After listening to the ideological education class, his inner decision became even firmer.
If they wanted him to act, they had to pay more!
The Celestials exchanged glances, then signaled Arishem the Judge with their eyes: It's your turn.
"Cough~" Arishem the Judge cleared his throat.
"Qin Mo, every Celestial has their own title. What honorific would you like…?"
Qin Mo stroked his chin, lost in thought.
Celestial of Money Qin Mo? Too vulgar.
Celestial of Wealth? Still too vulgar.
Celestial of Ingots? Not quite right!
After a long time, Qin Mo, who was terrible at naming, said, "Let's not rush this. I'll decide after I recover some divine power."
Due to only having obtained the Celestial Body, Qin Modid not possess the unique laws and divine power of the Celestials.
He primarily relied on: Phoenix Force, Chaos Magic, Fairy Force, and other mutant abilities.
Hearing this, Arishem the Judge slapped his forehead, "Look at my memory, let's go, I'll take you to the Celestials' treasury first."
"That's not very good," Qin Mo said somewhat shyly, "I just got back…"
The other Celestials, seeing this, quickly chimed in, "Go ahead, go ahead, the treasury was established precisely for Celestials like you."
Unable to refuse their hospitality, Qin Mo reluctantly followed Arishem the Judge to the Celestials' treasury.
The thousand-meter-high gate slowly opened.
The countless dazzling treasures made Qin Mo's eyes blur and his breathing become erratic.
"Mine, all mine…"
Chapter 145 Treating Infinity Stones as Candy Beans
Outside the Multiverse, in the Celestials' homeland.
Inside the heavily guarded treasury, Qin Mo was completely dazzled, like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden.
To think that he, a dignified Super-Cosmic level being, only possessed the Ultimate Nullifier and the Galaxy Glaze version of the demon blade thousand blades. Besides these, he didn't have a single decent treasure.
Seeing this, Arishem the Judge's lips slowly curved into a smile—it was stable!!!
"The one on this shelf is the Cosmic Cube..."
"Not bad," Qin Mo's eyes sparkled.
The Cosmic Cube is not the Tesseract.
The Tesseract is a container for the Space Stone, its ability limited to spatial manipulation.
On an energy level: the Cosmic Cube's abilities cover all attributes of the Infinity Stones, with no usage restrictions.
In short, one Cube is even stronger than six Infinity Stones.
With the Cosmic Cube, its wielder can turn their desires into reality: from controlling elements to manipulating space-time, transcending logic, and so on.
Seeing Qin Mo attempt to touch the Cosmic Cube, Arishem the Judge quickly stopped him.
"You can't touch it. After contacting a sentient being, the Cube will awaken consciousness and evolve into a humanoid life form."
"I see," Qin Mo nodded.
This reminded him of the white-haired little girl from the comics: the Cosmic Cube's consciousness—Kubik.
Initially, he was curious as to why the Celestial treasury would store the Cosmic Cube.
But when he thought that the Cosmic Cube was created by the Beyonder, and the Beyonder was created by the Celestials, it seemed reasonable for the Celestial treasury to contain the Cosmic Cube.
As if remembering something, Arishem the Judgeregretfully said, "Unfortunately, these are all incomplete Cubes."
"Is there a difference?" Qin Mo asked.
Arishem the Judge fell into recollection: "The Beyonder's original intention in creating the Cosmic Cube was to reset the entire Omniverse..."
"Over several eons, only one complete Cube was split into two."
"These on the shelf are all defective products. Even so, their scope of ability still far exceeds a single Universe, even capable of creating Multiverses..."
Hearing this, Qin Mo wanted them even more.
Should he knock out Arishem the Judge first, then clear out the treasury, and then run away...
"These are the last four Cubes," Arishem the Judge said. "If you like them, take two."
"This..." Qin Mo was instantly ashamed beyond words.
"Damn me, I really deserve to die. My kin treats me with sincerity, yet I was thinking... sigh."
"Thanks," Qin Mo gently waved his hand, storing two Cosmic Cubes into his system warehouse.
Reluctantly looking at the last two Cubes in the entire Universe, the group continued to look at the other shelves.
"Piled here are Infinity Stones," Arishem the Judge said, grabbing a handful of Stones and stuffing them into Kanna's pocket.
"They're for you, little girl."
"Thank you, Uncle," Kanna thanked him in a soft, squishy voice.
While Arishem the Judge and Kanna were talking, Qin Mo secretly winked at Tom: Understand?
Tom understood, straightened up, put his front paws behind his back, and silently walked towards the other shelves.
Arishem the Judge smiled at Qin Mo: "If you lack energy, you can take more."
Staring at the mountain of Infinity Stones in front of him, Qin Mo only felt that fate was playing tricks on him.
Thanos, the Director of Family Planning, spent half his life just to acquire six Infinity Stones, yet now, in front of him, there were tens of thousands of Infinity Stones.
Qin Mo waved his hand again, storing all the Infinity Stones into his system warehouse.
"These will be used to deal with Knull, the Lord of the Abyss."
Hearing this, Arishem the Judge immediately laughed: "Let's look at something else."
Damn Knull, your retribution is coming.
For other beings, so many Infinity Stones might not be very useful.
But for Qin Mo, the Fairy Force's constant hunger and its characteristic of devouring all things meant that the Infinity Stones could perfectly serve as snacks...
Bringing a slight sense of fullness.
If he consumed three Stones a day, these more than thirty thousand Infinity Stones could last for approximately 100 years.
Not only could he gain infinite energy, but he could also devour the rules of Space, Time, Reality, Mind, Soul, and Power, to compensate for the Celestial Body's lack of Celestial laws.
Even if he finished them, weren't there still the Time Variance Authority and the three Witches of Fate at the God Quarry?
The Infinity Stones in those two places were only more, not less, than in the Celestial treasury.
Moreover, a hundred years was enough time for him to advance to the Omniverse level.
Even two and a half years ago, Qin Mo would never have imagined—that one day, he would treat Infinity Stones like candy.
It was too damn luxurious.
"These metal ingots are used to forge Celestial armor..."
Arishem the Judge hadn't even finished speaking when he saw Qin Mo gently wave his hand, and one-third of the metal ingots directly disappeared.
Although the strength of the metal ingots was still unclear, just from the fact that the Celestials used them to forge armor, their strength was at least above the single Universe level.
Enough to rival Galaxy Glaze.
Taking tens of millions of tons of metal should not have a significant impact on the Celestials as a whole.
"If there's a battle in the future, just call me anytime."
Hearing the stakes Qin Mo offered, Arishem the Judgetook a deep breath.
"Good."
For some reason, Arishem the Judge suddenly had a feeling: after he finished accompanying Qin Mo on this tour, there was a high probability that the Celestial treasury would be almost empty.
The leader knows, he shouldn't blame me, right?
"On this shelf, there is..."
Suddenly, a great force struck, teleporting Arishem the Judge, Qin Mo, Kanna, and Tom out of the treasury, and then an old voice sounded.
"Little one, that's enough, even the landlord's family doesn't have much grain left."
Qin Mo looked at Arishem the Judge, feigning ignorance: "Who's this old man, so awesome?"
"Uh, our leader," Arishem the Judge bowed towards a certain direction.
"So stingy," Qin Mo muttered.
If he had known, he would have just cleared it out and run away, what a great opportunity, just missed like that.
His depressed mood only improved when he saw Tomwinking at him.
"Brother Arishem, thank you," Qin Mo cupped his hands in gratitude.
"We're family, don't be polite," Arishem the Judgereturned the gesture.
Thinking of the abundant harvest from this trip, Qin Mofelt that he should make some effort to repay the Celestials.
The transaction itself was all about fairness.
Moreover, as a member of the Celestials now, he indeed had an obligation to do some insignificant small things.
Creating stars to light up the Universe, that kind of troublesome thing could be forgotten; he still preferred simple fighting and killing.
"How about this, you watch Kanna and Tom for me, I'll be right back."
Arishem the Judge nodded, cautioning, "Be extremely careful, that Knull fellow is a bit sinister."
"Just a small fry."
As his voice faded, Qin Mo's form gradually turned into specks of light, until he completely vanished.
Left at the entrance of the treasury, Arishem the Judgefelt a slight sadness; how had the Celestials, rulers of the Multiverse, fallen to such a state?
Beside him, Kanna, with her chubby little hand clutching an Infinity Stone, secretly popped it into her mouth when no one was looking.
"Burp~"
Chapter 146: Nar… scum.
Knull, the God of the Abyss, is also the God of the Symbiotes.
At the dawn of the Universe, when the Celestialscreated stars to illuminate the Universe, they awakened Knull, bestowing upon him the duty of the King in Black, commanding him to maintain the Multiverse internally.
This was in contrast to the King in White, the Beyonder, who maintained the stability of the Multiverse externally.
However, Knull refused to fulfill the duty given by the Celestials and, seizing an opportune moment, used the All-Black the Necrosword to decapitate Ethan the Explorer God with a single strike.
(In the movie 'Guardians of the Galaxy,' his head was transformed into a space station.)
This All-Black the Necrosword is the progenitor of all symbiotes.
After being defeated by the Celestials and cast back into the Abyss, Knull used the blood and hammer of the Celestials to further temper the All-Black the Necrosword.
During this process, ultrasonic waves and high temperatures became the fatal weaknesses of all symbiote offspring.
This was one of Knull's few moments of glory.
Aside from that, during the 'King in Black' event, Knull slew the Sentinel, who had once torn Molecule Man apart.
As for why such a result occurred, it depends on how the editor rounds it back.
The Multiversal Abyss was pitch black.
As Qin Mo's figure appeared, the colorful black of the Fairy Force remained still.
Then, the white-gold light of the Phoenix Forceenveloped his body, illuminating the incredibly dark Abyss as if it were day.
Immediately after, the crimson light of Chaos Magicoverlaid the Phoenix Force.
At the same time, Omega-Level Mutant Ability, freezing, telepathy, mimicry, and amplification were activated one by one.
Qin Mo held nothing back, directly entering his full combat state.
As the saying goes, even a lion uses its full strength when hunting a rabbit.
Since he had already arrived, Knull was dead today; even OAA couldn't save him!
"Stop hiding, I saw you."
As Qin Mo's mocking voice rang out, Knull, who was hiding in the Shadow with the All-Black the Necrosword, preparing for a sneak attack, slowly revealed himself.
Although he was frightened by the aura emanating from Qin Mo, Knull's mouth remained stubborn.
"Another one coming to die."
"Are you Celestials so idle?"
Qin Mo grinned and immediately went to work.
Behind him, those eternally burning wings suddenly unfurled, spreading out a magnificent curtain of Fire like a soaring Phoenix, scorching even the void into distortion, the flames crackling and melting everything into a fiery red.
Facing an opponent stronger than himself and who didn't waste words, Knull was at a loss for words.
Big Brother, who are you?
At least make a sound and tell me where I offended you.
After using Chaos Magic to shield Knull's senses, Qin Mo then activated the Phoenix Force to immobilize him.
The Fairy Force, already ravenous, opened its monstrous maw, its terrifying tearing force devouring Knull's power bit by bit.
Realizing his power was rapidly draining, Knull's terrified roar echoed.
"Fairy... Fairy Force."
In the Marvel Universe, the Fairy Force has appeared very rarely, but its reputation has shaken the entire Omniverse.
If you encounter the Phoenix, you have a 50% chance of dying, and a very small chance of gaining the Phoenix's favor and becoming a host for the Phoenix Force.
But if you accidentally encounter the Fairy Force, not even a speck of you will remain.
Galactus still gets full, and only eats Planets, but the Fairy Force is in a constant state of hunger every second, and it's not picky about what it eats.
Stars, Planets, energy, life, even a rock, everything is on the Fairy Force's menu.
"Big Brother, stop quickly."
"Let's talk this over properly."
"Grandpa, please, stop quickly."
"Ancestor, quick..."
Knull's voice grew softer and softer, his originally robust body collapsing at a visible rate, its muscular contours rapidly replaced by gaunt boniness.
His aura plummeted dramatically: from high-tier Multiversal, it utterly collapsed and fell to Multiversal, then to single-entity, then broke through the Skyfather-level boundary, layer by layer, his once-domineering power completely dissipated…
Ultimately, he became an ordinary being.
Qin Mo exhaled a cold breath, quietly experiencing the power absorbed by the Fairy Force.
"Wonderful, truly wonderful."
This was a feeling of exhilaration comparable to cheating, like a cold soda on a hot summer day, making one feel refreshed to the core and uplifted.
With a gentle wave, Qin Mo pulled the All-Black the Necrosword into his hand, playing with it for a moment, then tilted his head, a white-gold light flashing in his pupils.
The next second, Phoenix flames suddenly erupted around Knull, the blazing fire instantly engulfing him, and a mournful scream once again tore through the air.
"Ah—ah—"
The pain of burning body and soul echoed continuously amidst the crackling of the flames.
Moments later, Knull's body and soul completely dissipated, leaving not even a speck of ash.
Thus, in the entire Multiverse, there was no longer any God of the Symbiotes.
"Done, finished."
Qin Mo clapped his hands, and as if sensing something, he grinned at the several probing gazes from the Super Universe. His two rows of teeth were clean and neat, glowing faintly in the void, yet without a hint of warmth.
The two-and-a-half-minute battle ended, and Qin Mowas about to return to the Celestials' tribal land when he suddenly remembered something.
He flashed downwards into the Abyss.
As the saying goes, 'where the goose passes, it leaves feathers,' so Knull, the symbiote, having lived for so many years, should have quite a bit of savings, right?
But when Qin Mo descended into the Abyss, apart from a Symbiote Planet and a few corrupted Celestials, there was nothing, not even a single hair.
On the Planet, the trembling symbiotes all knelt on the ground, not daring to even lift their heads.
Seeing this, Qin Mo stroked his chin, an idea already forming in his mind: the symbiotes on the Planet were all money!
Selling one symbiote for a billion dollars isn't too much, is it?
Selling one Exolon for ten billion is quite reasonable, isn't it?
As for these corrupted Celestials, Qin Mo waved his sleeve, absorbing them all into his spatial storage.
Since he had already devoured all of Knull's power, then both the All-Black the Necrosword and this Symbiote Planet rightfully belonged to him, Qin Mo.
This was very reasonable.
Gently raising his hand, Qin Mo collected the entire Symbiote Planet into his pocket Universe.
Normally, after advancing to the single-Universe level, one can create a personal dimension, which is a pocket Universe.
Due to his pay-to-win cheat, Qin Mo's advancement speed was too fast.
As a result, his pocket Universe is still in a Nebula-filled state, without even a single star, but it's quite suitable for this group of symbiotes.
After several fruitless searches, confirming that there were no other assets of Knull in the Abyss, Qin Momuttered.
"What a poor guy."
Subsequently, as his figure completely vanished, the Abyss once again fell into darkness and silence.
Before the treasure vault door of the Celestials' tribal land, Arishem the Judge was still lamenting: how could the Celestials have fallen to such a state?
But he hadn't expected Qin Mo to return.
Arishem thought: Knull was hiding in the Abyss and refused to come out, so he quickly comforted him.
"We'll settle accounts with Knull another time..."
Qin Mo stood with one hand in front of him, slowly drawing a pitch-black longsword from the void.
"Here, the All-Black the Necrosword."
Seeing the All-Black the Necrosword, Arishem quickly asked, "Did you defeat Knull?"
Qin Mo smiled slightly: "I killed him."