Lying in bed, Harry thought, If there weren't so many inexplicable crises, I could probably live like this—as an honest second-generation rich kid, spending every day in shameless pleasure.
Every day, he could tinker with research and inventions, admire the scenery, play games in the Virtual Universe, and then...
He looked at Felicia beside him. She was still asleep and looked utterly adorable.
What was the meaning of life? What was the universe created for? Where should the Osborn Group go from here...
Ahem, he was getting off track.
Still, the Marvel Universe was always stirring up world-ending disasters. The universe was constantly on the verge of destruction—one moment, half the population was being killed, and before long, everyone might be dead. It was truly unsafe and uncontrollable.
The first few phases of the Cinematic Universe had been fairly manageable, but if it evolved to the level of the comics... Harry did not think this was a place worth staying in at all. It was practically a universe-scale apocalypse.
He had never aimed to become a superhero, and perhaps this world was not suitable for living in.
Changing other people's fates was indeed a decent pastime, and now, the Osborn Group held the resources of the entire universe in its hands.
Perhaps it was time to find a new... headquarters.
Oyin interrupted Harry's thoughts. "Good morning, sir. Mr. Eitri has arrived on Sakaar, and he has brought the device you requested."
"Alright, time to inspect the goods."
Harry did not wake Felicia. He quietly got dressed and left the room.
What Harry had asked Eitri to bring was a set of execution equipment, intended for Thanos's execution.
Although the public trial had not yet begun, Thanos's crimes and sentence had already been decided. He would undoubtedly receive the death