Marvel: Upgrading Death

Chapter 133 133 - Nerds Assembled, Celestial Tracker, Dino Corp On Top & Destroying Ego II

Marshall sneered. "Fuck no! I ain't into that shit. You might be, most of you nerds are weird. No, I got a project for you. Come with me, we're picking up Hank next."

"Hank? I'm afraid he won't work with me."

"I ain't asking," Marshall replied. "That fuck either drags his ass or loses Dinosian citizenship. Don't need nerds who don't do nerdy things when I need it."

"That serious? I'll get dressed." Howard kissed his wife, squeezed her tits a few times, nodding in approval, and then ran to put on his clothes.

Moments later, Marshall made another portal and walked into Hank Pym's bedroom, Howard at his side. There was no sex happening, however. In fact, Hank and his hot wife were sleeping in two different beds with a significant distance between them.

"Don't seem like a happy marriage to me," Marshall muttered.

"I love Maria," Howard confessed.

"Must be those tits," Marshall said and walked over to Hank's bedside and yanked the blanket. "Get the fuck up! I could have murdered you a thousand times by now. You got the response time of a goddamn rock!"

Marshall sounded like a drill instructor. And sure enough, Hank reacted like he was a little soldier and jumped out of his bed, standing stiff in attention. Then he realised he wasn't a soldier and frowned.

"What… What is the m—"

Marshall didn't bother, staring at Janet instead. The woman was in a thin nightdress, one piece, sleeveless, hanging off the shoulder with a little string. It reached her thigh, and sweet science, she had nice legs. With her tousled brown hair, she looked even more fine.

Marshall looked at Hank with disgust. "You got that as your wife and sleep in different beds? The fuck's wrong with you? Can't get the meatstick up?"

"That's a personal matter. Y—"

"Janet, that's your name? On a scale of one to ten, how good is he at pounding you?"

"..."

Janet didn't reply.

Marshall sighed and grabbed Hank by the back collar since he was dressed in a silky night suit. He made a new portal and walked out of it, arriving at the same forest where the celestial seed was.

The forest was pretty vibrant even at night. It was the opposite of when a predator comes. The forest came alive, and every fucking insect and animal started singing as if their daddy was there. It was true, however, as Marshall was kinder to wildlife than to humans.

He led them to the weird flower and made some light by lighting his right hand in cosmic flames.

"What am I looking at?" Howard asked.

"Probably alien cum," Marshall replied. "Seed, it's called, just a fancy word for cum."

"I won't touch that." Hank stepped away.

"Yes, you are, nerd. This seed is my damn key to revenge. Remember that giant face in the sky during the war? This ties to them. I need you two to use it, tear it apart, and build me a universe tracker for Celestial energy. I'll use it to hunt every last one. They killed my Marty, and they're still fucking breathing."

Howard sighed and crouched beside the flower. "Do we get access to all the alien tech Dinosia got?"

"You do. And anything extra you need. Just hit Dino Corp, and they'll sort it out. I need the tracker at all costs. Assemble a team of nerds if you need." Marshall ordered and thought of a reward for them. "Pull this off, and I'll grant one wish. Ask for anything except my ass or my women."

At that, the two nerds perked up. A god telling them he'll grant them a wish, and it can be anything, was a great reward to have.

"Is there a time limit for this wish?" Hank Pym asked.

"No time limit."

Howard grinned. "I guess I'll need a few more bags of coffee to get this done. I'm in, First Man."

"Me too," Hank added. "But I want to bring Janet in as well."

"Whatever the fuck, but only you two get the goddamn wish." Marshall said and walked away, "I'm heading back home now. Grab these transponders, they'll let you call anyone on the planet and the universe, long as they're connected to me."

"..."

The two nerds stared down at the tech. It was a tiny, bead-like thing one could put in the ear, and it was… the most cutting-edge thing they'd seen. That little thing could communicate with the universe.

"W-Who made this?" Howard asked.

"Tesla, I think. Anyway, get to work, nerds."

"..."

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Xandar,

Nova Prime was angry. For thousands of years, Nova Corps stood as the intergalactic police force of the Nova Empire. Millions of systems trusted them and respected them.

Yet, there she sat in her office, reading the latest report on Dino Corp, a peacekeeping mercenary force. In every common sense, it didn't make sense for something like this to grow so big.

Peacekeeping would usually be just in name, and the corps would fracture and split apart. But Dino Corp didn't, it kept increasing in size and scale, and also deeds. It saved entire planets, entire species, solved plagues, hunted down pirates and warlords, and brought peace wherever they went.

And since they were a private company and not a galactic ruling party, they could not be barred or fought against. They paid their taxes honestly, and that was the end of how far the Nova Empire could go.

The balance had been ruined. Dino Corp had now exceeded Nova Corps in scale, influence, and numbers.

"Is this true?" Irani Rael asked, gawking at the numbers. "E-Eight million starships? Six hundred motherships, a dozen worldships, and… Is this true? Galactus gifted his worldship?"

"No, Nova Prime. We have learned that Galactus and the leader of Dino Corp are allies. Hence, Galactus has allowed the Dino Corp to make use of the Taa II, and even move it if needed."

"..."

Irani looked at her assistant as if to see if this was a joke. But seeing the seriousness, she looked down at the numbers again. "Over a hundred million members. I can't imagine the logistics it must take."

"They have contracted planets of specific species that are good with numbers and artificial intelligence, Nova Prime. Entire planets are contracted to work as supply chain hubs and more. Dino Corp is no longer just a mercenary company but an intergalactic trade company."

"And the owner?" Irani asked. "What do we know about him?"

"As much as we knew before. He's Terran, from a rather secluded part of the universe. He's connected to many higher beings, Celestials, and the sort. He's close to Asgardians as well. He's considered to be the god of his home planet."

"Hmph." Irani scoffed. "So he's a tyrant?"

"No, our intelligence reported that he's millions of years old, and hence the first being of his entire species, and therefore called the First Man. He possesses many abilities and is revered by his world despite never asking to be revered."

Irani sighed and rubbed her forehead. "This isn't good for the Nova Empire. Nova Corp is a major branch that ensures stability and control. If we allow Dino Corp to lure away member systems, the Kree and others may get ideas. We cannot allow that to happen."

Her assistant nodded. "The intelligence and planning department believes the same. Page eighty-six suggests the optimised plan to reduce Dino Corp's power."

Irani quickly scrolled to the said page and read. The plan had no name, and it was top secret, just for her eyes. It suggested orchestrating some events that would pitch Dino Corp against the Kree Empire.

Knowing how proud and militaristic the Kree were, they would never accept Dino Corp standing against them, and the conflict would naturally grow into an all-out war.

However, Irani didn't feel so certain. "You just said they have connections with Galactus. I loathe to accept, but even if Nova and the Kree Empire came together, we won't be able to stop the Devourer of Worlds."

"That is why this must begin slowly and never reach an all-out war. Our goal is to weaken them, not destroy them. Dino Corp already provides us with a buffer against the Kree. And Galactus… we hope to offer him a few worlds if the situation goes out of control."

Irani Rael nodded and closed the file.

"Very well. Since we must do something, this is better than nothing. Tell the relevant Centurions to bring me a full plan."

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