As he traveled through the hazy universes, Mercer felt somewhat dazed.
Traveling through the multiverse felt incredibly strange, like getting carsick over and over, alternating between clarity and dizziness.
It was nothing like traveling from place to place within a single universe, where Mercer could simply open a spatial portal and arrive directly at his destination.
These jumps had to happen in sequence. For example, if Mercer's starting universe was the first and the Marvel Cinematic Universe was the last, he had to go from the first universe to the second, then the second to the third, and so on.
Without his extraordinarily powerful physique, bolstered by the three Infinity Stones within his body, Mercer might not have been able to withstand universe-hopping on this scale.
"Let's speed things up. This is too slow."
The power of all three stones surged through him, and Mercer accelerated his journey.
The scene shifted.
The Marvel Cinematic Universe.
Morocco.
At the Morocco Racetrack, the annual race was underway. This year's event was far more exciting than usual, all because someone no one present had expected had shown up.
Iron Man, Tony Stark!
He had bought one of the drivers' places in the race and become a racing driver himself.
That certainly hadn't been in the race announcement!
In a corner of the racetrack, a figure emerged from rippling space. The dazzling sunlight made him instinctively raise a hand to shield his eyes, and it took him several seconds to recover.
"How did I end up at a racetrack?"
Mercer looked around in confusion. A short distance ahead of him, Formula racing cars hurtled past.
Before he could get a better grasp of his surroundings or figure out what point in time he had arrived at, he heard a tremendous explosion in the distance.