Galactus, as one of the five cosmic entities, naturally demanded a grand display.
Even when simply going out for a meal, he never bothered to do things himself, always dispatching his number-one errand runner first—Silver Surfer.
Silver Surfer's real name was Norrin Radd, and he used to be an ordinary astronomer.
A long, long time ago, Galactus set his sights on his homeworld.
To save his mother planet from a grim fate, Norrin begged bitterly, willing to sacrifice everything he had.
Seeing that Norrin was richly endowed with natural talent, Galactus took him in and bestowed upon him boundless cosmic might.
The modified Norrin was covered from head to toe in an indestructible silver substance.
As the price, his memories as a human, his moral compass, and his humanity were thoroughly erased.
From that day on, Norrin died, and only a cold, emotionless herald, Silver Surfer, survived.
Galactus actually kept his word and spared his homeworld.
Right now, Galactus had locked his target onto Earth. As the vanguard, Silver Surfer naturally took the lead.
The herald treading upon the Silver Surfboard possessed terrifying combat power, capable of crushing a planet with a flick of his hand, and even held the potential to counteract his master.
Swish!
A brilliant flash of silver streaked through the depths of space, resembling a shooting star tearing through the void as it charged straight toward the Solar System.
Silver Surfer prepared to force his way into the atmosphere.
Although he had lost his humanity and moral baseline, he still retained a shred of his old operational style.
If conditions permitted, he preferred to find lifeless, barren mining planets for Galactus.
Should he truly encounter a planet with living beings, he would issue a death ultimatum in advance.
As for whether the living souls below could