Many people may not be familiar with the name Thanos.
However, as long as the name Thanos or the Purple Sweet Potato spirit is mentioned, most people who have even a slight understanding of American comics will know it, and the corresponding information immediately comes to mind for Ian as well.
Thanos.
Warlord of the Universe born on Titan.
He was different from others from a young age—possessing purple skin and an extraordinary physique, but was also ostracized by his own kind because of his unusual appearance and thoughts. This character's most famous act was using the Infinity Gauntlet to gather the six Infinity Stones, snapping his fingers to wipe out half of all life in the universe.
Many people call him a simp, obsessed with death, but Ian thinks the term "simp" is too high for Thanos; he's a more fanatical kind of simp than a simp.
"I didn't expect this to be Titan. Do you want to participate in our electronic salvation ceremony?" Ian's reaction was the opposite of Thor's, who was already on high alert and on high alert.
He warmly invited Thanos to attend the memorial service. Without the Infinity Gauntlet, Thanos was merely a quasi- Skyfather, while Ian was now the Ultra Skyfather, possessing the unparalleled ability to trade one for one among the Skyfather.
"The demise of electronic life is not something to mourn, but I agree that you may bury it on our land." Thanos looked at the elaborately staged funeral procession.
His voice was gentle, without any hint of cruelty or ruthlessness.
"Thanks."
Ian gave Thanos a very polite smile.
"No need to thank me. After all, compared to most stubborn races, I quite like the nature of you Earthlings." Thanos's deep voice echoed through the forest.
He slowly raised his hand in an inviting gesture, a hint of anticipation even appearing on his face. "Would you like to visit our planet?"
Titan very large.
It's beautiful too.
It is a civilization established by the descendants of the Eternals, and every individual is an extraordinary life form, just like the magical creatures that live here, which are like "monsters".
Ian was interested in the visit and wanted to get some Titan chips.
However.
"No, no! We have other matters to attend to, Your Majesty. Thank you for the audience!" Thor's expression changed drastically, but he quickly waved his hand to refuse before Ian could react.
He seemed terrified of Thanos, and his words revealed Thanos's current status and position.
"Hey! Do you even know how to do diplomacy?! I'm your boss, it's my job to give all the opinions!" Ian poked Thor's beer belly with his fist in annoyance.
"..."
Thor opened his mouth, but dared not say anything because Thanos was still there.
Who is this big guy?
"It seems even Thor is afraid of him?"
Gwen and Captain America exchanged a glance and whispered to each other. Thanos's gaze swept over them, a slight smile playing on his lips, as he introduced himself, "As the Crown Prince of Asgard said."
"I am a king— the King of Titans." His voice was steady and majestic, as if proclaiming some cosmic truth. "My power spans the entire universe, benefiting countless civilizations across the vast cosmos. I am one of the most powerful forces in the universe, and you should all call me His Majesty Thanos."
This Warlord of the Universe seems quite vain.
Is that beneficial?
Thor muttered to himself, but dared not let Thanos hear. Gwen and Captain America were intimidated by the identity and dared not make a move. Only Ian blinked, still looking very interested.
"If we visit Titan, will we get some lavish gifts?" Ian knew he should make an analogy at this point, so he gave a perfectly apt example.
"When I went to buy a car, the dealership not only gave me small gifts, but also treated me to a meal." Yes, the gluttonous Ian just wanted to try the food from Titan.
Thanos was silent for a second.
" The Titan have always been known for their excellent hospitality." He nodded slowly, his tone still gentle, and pointed to the wreckage of the crashed spaceship in the distance. "I see your spaceship has crashed. As a gift, I will present you with a new spaceship to help you return home."
It has to be said.
They'll give you a car as soon as we meet.
Ian is very familiar with this tactic.
The difference between a hegemon and a CEO is indeed just one word.
"Great, great! You must be a good person to send us a spaceship!" Captain America's eyes lit up at the mention of a "new spaceship," and he agreed even before Ian.
"Damn it! Shut up!"
Thor is getting anxious.
But his one vote against was clearly no match for two votes in favor.
"I have no comment." Gwen rolled her eyes and gave up. Seeing that Thanos had already turned around and was leading Ian Captain America toward the Flying Saucer, Thor had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow.
Gwen leaned closer quietly and asked in a low voice.
"Is that guy... scary?"
She could clearly see the deep-seated fear in Thor.
Thor's expression turned grave, and he lowered his voice as well, "Believe me, he is a being that strikes fear into the hearts of countless civilizations, and the Titan Legion is more terrifying than you can imagine."
The Crown Prince of Asgard spoke with unprecedented seriousness.
Gwen wanted to ask more questions.
But Ian was already waving and urging them on from the door of the Flying Saucer.
"Hurry up! The Titan luxury sightseeing tour is about to depart!" Only a fool would refuse a free tour; he was confident he could hang out with Thanos from the new world.
" Ian! You'll regret this! You have no idea who you're trying to contact!" Helpless, Thor could only grip his hammer tightly and board Thanos's Flying Saucer with Gwen.
The Flying Saucer slowly ascended into the air.
He led the group through the purple clouds and into the main city area of Titan, a magnificent metal metropolis. From the air, the city appeared grand and solemn.
The architectural style is also ancient and mysterious.
It resembled some kind of hybrid civilization that blended technology and magic. On the streets, the descendants of the Eternals of Titan walked in an orderly fashion, their skin displaying varying shades of color.
He is physically robust.
His eyes were full of hope for life.
The city center.
Unknown writing shimmered on the towering, colossal structure, and the air was filled with the subtle fragrance of some kind of herb. Thanos himself acted as the guide, leading Ian and Ian followers on a tour of the Titan ' "cultural wonders."
"This is our cultural center; the people of Titan love art, philosophy, and the truths of the universe."
"That's our energy core, providing stable power to the entire planet."
"This is our education center, where all our people can learn the mysteries of the universe." Thanos seemed to really enjoy introducing his civilization to others.
Is that a military factory?
Ian pointed to a steaming factory area in the distance, his tone curious.
"No, that's not a military factory. Titan that develops life sciences and technology; it has almost no factories for producing or manufacturing steel weapons." Thanos also looked over.
He shook his head slightly, his tone solemn.
That is the radiance of life.
He's a bit too pedantic when it comes to word choice.
Ian: "...?"
Captain America: "...?"
Gwen: "...?"
Even Ian couldn't decipher its meaning, which shows how poetic and vague the description was. Only Thor's expression upon hearing it was as unpleasant as if he had eaten a can of spoiled herring.
I don't know what they've been through.
"In fact, I also want to spread them to Earth." Thanos seemed quite pleased with their confusion, and finally, as if revealing his true intentions, he spoke in a serious tone.
"Okay, okay~"
Ian didn't intend to be a traitor; he simply wanted to use Thanos to hone the superheroes on Earth—to heal the superheroes, a sufficiently large crisis needed to be created.
As for the potential impact and losses, that's not a big problem. Ian plans to bring Thanos to Tokyo, where the damage to Earth can be minimized.
Even if there are occasional spreads.
The Marvel Universe has always had its own Dragon Ball.
There are six Infinity Stones in the original game, but with the elusive Mind Gem added, there are seven. Compared to Ian's petty schemes, Thor's reaction was extremely intense.
"Absolutely not! Earth is protected by Asgard! You cannot set foot on Earth!" Thor instantly exploded, reacting even more violently than the three Earthlings.
Upon hearing this, Thanos calmly looked at him, his tone tinged with disdain. " Odin rejected me, but that doesn't mean he can reject me on behalf of Earth. Earthlings have their own free will and the right to choose."
Unexpectedly, Thanos also understands freedom and democracy; he truly seems to be the beacon of Titan. Just as Thor's face turned red, wanting to argue with Thanos...
Gwen was completely confused. Finally, she couldn't help but raise her hand. "Can someone explain to me what 'spreading glory' means? Does it mean invading Earth?"
This is the most reasonable explanation Gwen found.
only.
Thanos shook his head.
"No, I am here to bring you prosperity."
The giant who was shaking his head spoke with great sincerity.
What kind of prosperity?
Ian, out of curiosity, also probed a bit.
"The flourishing of life."
The Titan was still pedantically arguing over words, his literary flair practically contorted with the lack of wire-rimmed glasses. Seeing this, Thor finally lost his patience and, through gritted teeth, exposed Thanos's true colors.
"He's a drug dealer! The Titan are the largest aphrodisiac-producing race in the universe! His legion is a sales force! They're peddling their damn fertility potions all over the universe!"
Thor's words exploded like a bomb in everyone's ears. Ian, Captain America, and Gwen all stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief and incredulity.
"No? New Marvel making another push?"
Ian, who was still figuring out how to fool Thanos by sending small fry to Earth first and then sending big fry after the heroes had leveled up, was instantly struck dumb.
Thanos frowned in displeasure.
"Crown Prince of Asgard, do not define the mission of our Titan race with your narrow-minded understanding." Thanos's deeply lined face was filled with solemnity and piety.
"That's not an aphrodisiac, it's the gospel of life."
He has clearly fallen in love with someone else; now he's a devout apostle of life.
The air was somewhat quiet.
Even Ian couldn't find anything to say to liven things up. The Flying Saucer slowly landed on the platform of the pharmaceutical factory, and when the hatch opened, it released a mist with a strange, sweet fragrance.
"Everyone can come and take a look, and correct your misconceptions." Thanos led everyone down the gangway with steady steps, his metal boots making a dull sound on the alloy floor.
"I've always felt that I was born extraordinary, so I led the Titan to shoulder the responsibility of spreading life—this is a problem I discovered when I traveled the universe in my youth. The vast starry sky is so beautiful, yet life is so scarce that a single civilization can not even be born in a galaxy."
"We have failed the Creator's gift, so I will make the number of life in the universe commensurate with the size of this universe." Thanos's eyes gleamed with fanaticism.
His ideas are indeed somewhat polarized.
"Damn it! Thanos! Even so, that's no excuse for you to secretly poison our well water, causing a large number of Asgard men to become pregnant!"
Thor's blond hair stood on end in anger, Mjolnir sizzled in his hand.
"Why not?" Thanos retorted coldly, his tone carrying an almost religious fervor. "The universe needs fairness; this is the way of balance."
Some of Thanos's ideas still remain.
It's just slightly off track.
"You're insane!"
Thor roared at Thanos. Gwen watched Ian from the side and noticed that he was writing and drawing in a small notebook with his head down, his brows furrowed as if he was doing some kind of research.
"What are you doing?" Gwen couldn't help but ask.
"I'm taking notes," Ian replied without looking up. "I'm not sure if Thanos constitutes a mental illness, so I need to go back and talk to my psychiatrist."
Gwen remained silent after hearing this.
She discovered that Ian didn't seem to have given up on his dream of becoming a psychiatrist. Just then, Thanos led them through the production line and began introducing his "masterpiece."
"This is ' Quick-Pregnancy Elixir,' which can shorten your Earthling pregnancy period to three days." He pointed to a row of bubbling pink potions, his tone filled with pride and self-satisfaction.
"??????"
Gwen's mouth formed an "O" shape.
"This is a ' Multi-Child Customization Agent' —want twins? Triplets? Or even decuplets? Simply adjust the dosage. Verified by three thousand civilizations, it's safe and has no side effects."
"This is a pairing agent. After taking it, the body will naturally secrete a special pheromone that can travel in the vacuum of space to attract the most genetically compatible partner."
"However, it may occasionally attract suitors from other species, so users should be cautious. Also, there's this latest product, the Symbiotic Gestation Sac, an implantable external gestation sac that can also be worn by men. Both partners only need to contribute their seed once to cultivate a fetus outside the body, without affecting daily life at all."
"Whoever gets tired of carrying the pregnancy capsule, or has something else to do, can exchange the capsule with another person to carry it. It's fair, absolutely fair."
"Of course, if you find this too tiring, we also have this gene-modifying agent. No need to envy oviparous animals, we can make you oviparous animals too."
"One egg laying, combined with our incubator, ensures healthy babies and easy parenting... The top choice for busy people. Perhaps your baby will hatch and eat its own shell in the incubator, and you won't even realize it when it grows up~" Thanos's enthusiasm seemed to be ignited here, and he frantically promoted the product in his factory.
"What is this?" Ian picked up a potion and asked. Inside the factory, there was a huge showroom displaying countless bottles and jars, each labeled with a different function.
"Oh, that's our star product, ' Hymn of Life,' which extends the prime reproductive period by 300%, and for men, it can increase the duration of conception by about 3,000%."
Thanos raised an eyebrow at Ian.
"You're a true master! A master among masters!"
Ian was convinced.
Gwen was speechless, Thor gritted his teeth, and Captain America stepped forward somewhat subtly. That's Captain America; he's always the first to step up when trouble comes.
"Well, I have a friend, yes, a friend, Bucky Barnes, who might need this. Can I buy it?" Captain America, his ears turning red, pulled out his empty wallet.
There were more than a dozen coins inside.
There was only one ten-dollar bill.
"Of course, no problem." Thanos smiled slightly, looking at Captain America Steve, as if he could see right through Steve's soul. "As long as you sign a contract promising to give birth to at least ten lives in your lifetime, you can receive this universal serum for free. If you can promise to give birth to one hundred, I will give you the Golden Enhanced Version."
As expected of the Warlord of the Universe.
The problem was immediately apparent.
Captain America, Steve, nodded without hesitation.
"Where do I sign? I can do it, I can do it..." He was so eager to collect the medicine that he forgot about logical consistency.
He blurted it out and rushed forward, but after noticing the strange looks from his companions, he immediately realized his lapse in composure, as if he had revealed something he couldn't reveal.
"It's all... it's all the Super Soldier Serum's fault." Steve realized that some of the illnesses couldn't be hidden anymore, so he immediately shifted the blame, his tone hesitant and somewhat lacking in confidence.
"I understand, I understand. It's like the Nine Dragon Power, body steroids, and technology damaging male charm—that's common sense." Ian looked at Steve with a sympathetic gaze.
Yes, yes, yes!
Captain America was granted a pardon.
" Ian, you are indeed very knowledgeable."
He gave Ian a thumbs-up for coming to his rescue.
"This way."
Thanos, who was always invincible, was no exception. He had just conquered the first human on Earth. In a good mood, he led Captain America to a factory counter.
One Earthling has fallen.
Are other Earthlings far behind?
Damn it!
Thor stomped his feet in anger as he watched Captain America follow Thanos to sign the contract.
"This is poisoning the universe! Defying nature!" He turned to Gwen for support. "Don't you agree? Gwen, Steve is a traitor, a traitor to nature and humanity!"
Gwen didn't give Thor the reaction he wanted. She stared thoughtfully at the medications. "Actually... if men could have children too, it sounds pretty fair."
The second human race may also be conquered by the invincible Thanos army.
"Did you inhale Titan smog and ruin your brain?!" Thor stared wide-eyed in disbelief, turning to find Ian to argue, only to find that the guy had already slipped away to the display case.
The Evil God Lord was having a heated discussion with a Titan researcher in a white lab coat.
"Can this thing make winged humans pregnant? Like, with twenty-six babies in one litter?" Ian stood at the end of the pharmaceutical production line, holding a pearly test tube in his hand, looking expectantly at the technician beside him.
The bold idea in my mind was already about to be revealed.
The technician adjusted his goggles; he had clearly misunderstood Ian's question about race, so he answered without hesitation, "Of course! The Winged People have been using our products for decades, customizing everything from singletons to twelfths..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ian's eyes were already shining like those of an explorer who had discovered a new continent, and he immediately threw out his second question.
"What about those guys with horns on their heads? Will they also receive the blessing of life?" Ian still remembered what Thanos had said about fairness.
Having witnessed such technology, he no longer doubted whether Thanos had a mental illness; he felt he had found a kindred spirit.
"Huh? A race with horns on their heads?" The technician frowned, pondering which race in the universe fit this description.
The next moment.
Gwen suddenly gasped, her face turning deathly pale.
"Are you crazy?!"
She grabbed Ian by the collar, and although she lowered her voice, it was still distorted with fear.
"You're going to capture Angels and Demons to raise in captivity?! You're going to open a breeding farm for gods and demons?!" Gwen truly lives up to her reputation as the person who understands Ian best in the Marvel Universe.
"No, why would you think that?" Ian blinked, his tone puzzled. His reaction finally put Gwen at ease.
Just when Gwen thought she was overthinking things...
"I don't need to catch them. Angels and Demons love me, and they will come to me on their own," Ian said with immense pride.
"?????"
Gwen's voice rose eight octaves, "Damn it! You've already caught them?! How many have you caught?! How could you possibly have contact with Angels!"
She firmly believed that Ian was an Evil God; according to the portrayal in TV series and movies, shouldn't he be a race that Angels are naturally at odds with?
"Oh, I might have forgotten to tell you, I'm not just an evil god, I'm also the King of Angels, Ian. So from now on, you'd better be more filial to me, and I'll send you to Heaven too." Ian imitated Doctor Strange, slowly raising one index finger.
Gwen didn't care about Ian's identity; she only cared whether Ian had captured the Angels.
"One... one? Or a whole bunch?" Gwen felt that Ian's finger was not simple, but she still held onto a sliver of hope.
Ian's smile was very sunny.
"Take them all! But don't worry, it won't affect you. I am the King of Angels of the High Heavens, and your Lower Heaven are two different things."
This is a chilling answer.
"!!!!!"
Gwen's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and Thor's face went from deathly pale to ashen, as if he had suddenly realized something terrible.
If even Angels can't escape, what chance do the Asgard have of escaping the clutches of evil? At this moment, the Asgard crown prince felt a pang of concern for his country and its people for the first time. Just then, Captain America emerged, carrying a briefcase and looking radiant.
What are you talking about?
Captain America, Steve, looked rather radiant.
"Looks like you're also interested in our product," Thanos followed, noticing Ian harassing his technicians.
"These are special trial packs; you can take them back for your people to try." Thanos clearly believed Ian was the Skyfather of Earth.
He was very generous and gestured to a servant to bring over an exquisite metal box. Ian took the box and was as happy as a child receiving a Christmas present.
"On behalf of God and Satan, I thank you, Brother Thanos!"
"Brother, you're too kind!"
Thanos was surprised by Ian's sudden enthusiasm. He looked at the "short" Ian with some astonishment as Ian hugged his waist and patted his back.
Gwen, Thor, Captain America took three steps back in unison.
"I hope next time you'll come to me with a huge contract." After his sales pitch, Thanos kept his word and prepared a spaceship for everyone. He personally escorted them to the newly built spaceship and thoughtfully gave them star map coordinates before parting.
"This is the shortest route to save Odin." Clearly, Thanos may have changed his mindset, but his wisdom remains exceptional.
The spaceship was luxurious, and Ian hadn't forgotten to pack his old spaceship inside, since he would still randomly appear in the space carved out by the old spaceship next time he appeared. At least that's what the New Tony said, though it's unclear whether the New Tony's accuracy rate is up to par.
See you next time, my dear brother Thanos!
Ian waved goodbye to Thanos.
Thanos stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes deep, watching the spaceship take off and leave.
What about the survivors on the other spaceship?
He asked without turning his head.
The adjutant, wearing a breathing mask, knelt on one knee.
"It has been sent to the Pain Laboratory as you instructed, and the compatibility of the new fertility drug with non-humanoid and divine beings is being tested."
This adjutant was none other than Corvus Glaive.
One of the Black Order.
The Black Order are Thanos's most famous and powerful group of henchmen, each possessing unique abilities. Corvus Glaive is the leader of the Black Order.
His status is second only to Thanos. Corvus Glaive possesses superhuman strength and healing abilities, allowing him to quickly recover from even the most severe wounds. Furthermore, he wields a glaive that houses his soul, enabling him to be resurrected repeatedly even if his physical body is destroyed, as long as the glaive remains.
"Very well, give those Death Cultists the most painful package. Since they follow death... then let them struggle Eternity in the agony of procreation." Thanos's lips slowly curled up, finally revealing the cruel smile befitting Warlord of the Universe.
He remains an extremist as always.
The Guardians of the Galaxy, who once clashed with Ian and others, may be undertaking some other missions in this New Marvel universe that are currently unknown.
Of course, Ian and the Earth heroes were unaware of this. The spaceship Thanos gave them was once again piloted into space by the forgetful Steve —there was no other way, as none of the people present knew how to fly a plane except for Steve.
Ian had only ever driven a car.
And that car didn't fare well either.
"By the way, do you think if we could feed Mjolnir a fertility potion, we could harvest a batch of baby Mjolnir?"
The spaceship was flying, Ian was leaning over the control panel, deep in thought.
His extraordinary talent struck again.
"NO!!!" Thor, Gwen, and Captain America screamed in unison.
Amidst screams of agony, the spaceship plunged into hyperspace, leaving Ian with only a regretful mutter, "It could have been an interesting subject..."
The spaceship sped along the star map provided by Thanos, many times faster than the old relic of the New Tony. The space jump engine emitted a deep hum, and the Starlight outside the porthole was stretched into thin threads. In an instant, they arrived at a desolate star field.
"This is... the homeland of the Frost Giants?" Gwen leaned against the window, gazing at the desolate void outside.
What should have been the coordinates of a planet is now just a black hole that devours all light, silently suspended in the darkness, like a wound torn open in the universe.
"My father and Doctor Strange disappeared in that black hole over there..." Thor gripped Mjolnir, a trace of sorrow flashing in his eyes.
Steve looked around, his brow furrowed. "What do we do next?"
Ian, who was squatting in the corner studying the instructions for the potion Thanos had given him, replied without looking up, "Of course, we need to plan this carefully. I don't have much time left. Don't move around here; I'm going back to buy a few..."
Before he could finish speaking, the spaceship's alarm suddenly blared out in a sharp, piercing wail!
"Warning! Gravitational anomaly! Warning!"
Outside the porthole, the silent black hole began to spin without warning, and the terrifying suction instantly gripped the spaceship.
" Ian!!! What have you done now?" Gwen screamed, grabbing the armrest of her seat, but it was too late—the entire spaceship was being dragged into the depths of the black hole like a can being crushed by an invisible giant hand, with a tooth-grinding metallic twisting sound.
Chaos. Upside down. Dizziness.
Ian felt like he'd been thrown into a washing machine, his limbs stretched and deformed by the violent gravitational tides. The ship's hull shattered like an eggshell, and in the blinding white light, he vaguely saw Thor being flung into the void, while Captain America clung tightly to Gwen.
Several people were swallowed up by spatial rifts... and then scattered. Metal is not allowed here, but it seems to be able to accommodate life.
"Bang!"
Ian wasn't in pain, but he still crashed heavily onto a black "ground"—if this void of chaos could be called the ground.
"Hiss... My kidneys are about to be flung out..." Ian grimaced as he got up, finding himself in a bizarre space with no up, down, left, or right. In the distance, a long sword with a deep, dark shape was stuck in the "ground," with black mist coiling around the blade like a living thing, and black flames dancing in the skull eye sockets embedded in the hilt.
" Sorrow of Black! All-Black the Necrosword!" Ian was somewhat surprised, but he still walked up, and the moment his fingers touched the hilt of the sword...
The bell rang.
The next moment, the dizzying sensation returned. When Ian regained his senses, he found himself standing in the room of DC Hell.
He was still clutching the All-Black the Necrosword in his hand.
Just as Ian was still savoring the moment, suddenly, the rustling sound of pages turning echoed in Ian mind like a tide. The original manuscripts he had created in the DC Universe were glowing, and countless words were flashing before his eyes like thin lines.
"What's going on!?" Ian was surprised to find that the [Writer] profession experience bar on the system panel was increasing at an astonishing rate.
[Author Experience Points +70]
[Author Experience Points +140]
[Author Experience Points +111]
[Writer profession reached level 10!]
[New skill [ Pen Draws the World ] loading!]
Meanwhile, in the Marvel Universe, at the spot where the All-Black the Necrosword was pulled out, countless images appeared, with bursts of light and shadow erupting wildly.
Those things that were hidden and sealed away—are beginning to reveal themselves!