Libertas, a beacon of peace in the vast expanse of the galaxy, served as a sanctuary for those seeking respite from the relentless chaos that often engulfed the cosmos. Here, within its tranquil atmosphere, all forms of conflict were strictly prohibited, fostering an environment of cooperation and serenity.
Usually, Libertas remained quiet, especially when the Ravagers—a group of fiercely independent and often unruly spacefarers—had no pressing reason to gather. The free-spirited nature of these individuals made them wary of planets with strict regulations, and as such, they often avoided such places.
However, on this particular occasion, Libertas buzzed with activity. Countless Ravagers had flocked together, their varied factions converging upon this neutral territory. Among them were over a hundred factions from the Ravager group, boasting formidable leaders such as Justice Starka and the imposing figure known as the Giant.
When such a multitude of Ravager factions congregated, their collective strength became an undeniable force, overshadowing even prominent entities like Planet Xandar and the Nova Corps, as recognized by the Cosmic Mercenary Union. Despite Solvarg Odinson's efforts to dismantle the Ravager group through the establishment of the Cosmic Mercenary Guild, only thirty-four faction leaders answered the call to Libertas. Many had been displaced from their original territories, feeling the impact of Solvarg's strategic strikes against their operations.
Within the Hall of Freedom, where the Ravager leaders convened, tensions flared as discussions erupted into fierce debates.
"I propose that with our formidable forces and the arsenal of new military equipment from the Kree Empire, we launch a direct assault on the Andromeda Galaxy," one leader declared boldly, his eyes glinting with ambition.
"Let us raid planets, dismantle this cosmic mercenary union, and assert our dominance over the Heliosol Sanctum," another chimed in, his voice brimming with disdain for any opposition.
"We'll crush any attempt to establish a mercenary trade union," growled a beast-like leader, his demeanor reflecting utter contempt for the sanctity of the temple.
"It seems like those new Kree Empire warships have really made the Ravagers more daring," pondered a tall, weathered figure made of stone, his voice deep and commanding.
"Absolutely," agreed some of the Ravager chiefs, nodding in unison. "And their weapons arsenal has definitely gotten an upgrade recently."
"But it looks like a lot of the Ravager bosses are just sitting back and watching," remarked another, sounding skeptical.
A slender, insect-like humanoid, leader of the Ravagers, cut in with a mocking tone, "Hehe, why stop at giving the Heliosol Sanctum a run for their money? Why not wipe them out completely, take over the whole Andromeda Galaxy, and set up our own Ravager Kingdom?"
"I'm with you," asserted the tall stone figure, his confidence radiating. "I believe we've got what it takes!"
But this time, instead of agreement, his statement was met with silence.
"How did he end up in charge?" wondered a frost-armored Ravager leader, clearly surprised.
"I am Boulder," proclaimed the tall stone man, thumping his chest emphatically, causing a shower of small rocks to tumble down. His clan members stood behind him, mirroring his gesture in a show of unity.
"That sounds risky," muttered a red-skinned Ravager leader, his posture tense. "Suddenly, everyone's swimming in riches, and their gear has gotten a major upgrade. But has anyone thought about why we're suddenly getting all these goodies?"
"I get your point, but the Cosmic Mercenary Union needs to go down. We're fighters for freedom; we can't let them continue," declared another, his determination unwavering.
The Frost Ravager leader spoke up with steely resolve, his voice slicing through the tense air like a knife.
"I'm all for wiping out the Cosmic Mercenary Union," he declared firmly.
The sentiment was echoed by several other Ravager leaders, their support reverberating through the gathering.
"Without their quests or the shelter of civilization, many of us would struggle to survive solely by looting," remarked one of the leaders, underlining the significance of their decision.
"But how do we dismantle them?" questioned the leader of the red-skinned, hunched Ravager, his voice dripping with icy resolve. "And what about their rankings of cosmic powers and powerhouses? Can we really trust those?"
"Seems arbitrary to me. Are there forces out there that we've never even heard of?" added another, skepticism clear in his tone.
"The Mercenary Union probably greased the palms of the Heliosol Sanctum for those rankings. Shameless," scoffed another leader, disdain palpable in his voice.
Amidst the banter, some leaders chuckled at the idea of toppling self-proclaimed 'Gods' ruling over planets, their amusement evident in their smiles.
Yet, not everyone joined in the laughter. Some remained silent, their thoughts concealed behind inscrutable expressions.
As the discussion unfolded, the Frost Ravager leader scanned the list provided by the Cosmic Mercenary Union, his gaze narrowing as he scrutinized each entry.
"The celestrials, huh? A mysterious bunch, holding the universe in check," he muttered, pondering their enigmatic nature.
"The Observers…huh... sounds like they prefer to watch from the sidelines," he mused, intrigued by their rumored technological prowess.
"And then there's the Cosmic Elders, shrouded in mystery but rumored to possess unimaginable power," he continued, his curiosity piqued by their elusive presence.
"Asgard, despite internal strife, remains a formidable force," he noted, acknowledging their enduring strength.
"And finally, the Heliosol Sanctum," he said, his voice tinged with a mix of admiration and skepticism. "Defeating empires with ease, their influence stretches far and wide."
As he studied the rankings, the Frost Ravager leader knew that navigating the intricate web of cosmic powers would demand careful planning and decisive action. But with determination burning in his veins, he was prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
In the vastness of the universe, the Shi'ar Empire stands tall with a history etched in the stars, a beacon of power and technological advancement. Their legacy is marked by legends, telling of elite guards who duel amidst the brilliance of distant stars, their prowess unmatched across galaxies.
In the shadowed expanse of the Dark Quadrant, the Mad Titan looms—a figure driven by an unyielding quest to balance life itself. Empowered by forces that defy comprehension, his influence spreads unchecked, casting a chilling aura that sends ripples through the cosmos.
The Kree Empire, fueled by militaristic fervor and deep-seated prejudice, remains a formidable force. Led by a mysterious ruler, they continue their ascent, their ambitions bolstered by Supreme Intelligence, an entity of unmatched computational power and psychic abilities.
In contrast, the Sovereign, a family of innovators, have mastered super energy batteries and hyperspace control. Their unique gene manipulation techniques grant them unparalleled power, solidifying their position as formidable contenders in the cosmic arena.
Among these cosmic giants, the Ravagers stand out, embodying strength tempered by isolation. Though their potential for dominance is undeniable, the challenge of uniting their fractured kin places them in a precarious position, even as they stand above the esteemed Nova Corps.
"Do you truly remain oblivious to these power dynamics?" a voice questioned, cutting through the tension in the room.
"Could this be a fabrication designed to curry favor with the Heliosol Sanctum?" Another voice, crimson-skinned and aged, interjected. "The celestials... all should be acquainted with the knowledge. It wields immense power in galatic underground, requiring no further testament. As for the Observers and the Cosmic Elders, I trust the integrity of the Cosmos Mercenary Union."
"Indeed, those matters are trivial," another elder spoke up. "What truly matters is whether the Heliosol Sanctum has indeed vanquished both the Shi'ar and the Kree Empire single-handedly."
"I've heard that the Kree Empire initiated an assault on the Heliosol Sanctum, leading to the demise of the Star Troopers," the aged predator continued, his voice tinged with fatigue. "Moreover, reports indicate the sudden destruction of dozens of planets within the Kree Empire's territory. These events can't just be brushed aside."
The old predator, his face betraying years of experience, added, "I've spent a lifetime as a Ravager, and I'd rather not witness your downfall."
"I'm skeptical," another voice chimed in. "I'm only aware of the prolonged conflict between the Kree and Skrull Empires—a struggle that has lasted countless years before finally reaching some form of resolution. These beings can't remain hidden forever. It's been ages since we've seen any conflicts among them!"
"And I'm doubtful of those supposedly powerful beings endorsed by the trade union," a Ravager remarked. "Among our clan, I'm considered the mightiest, capable of shattering mountains with ease. The ruler of the Heliosol Sanctum supposedly manipulates Fixed Stars across the cosmos, and the top contenders on the leaderboard can allegedly destroy planets effortlessly. Honestly, it's hard for me to believe."
The list of acknowledged cosmic heavyweights presented by the Cosmic Mercenary Union was notably missing entities like the Dimensional Lords, Celestials, Observers, and Cosmic Elders—beings whose power and influence are whispered of but not officially recorded.
Known Cosmic Powerhouses:
At the pinnacle of the universe's power structure stands Odin, the All-Father of the Nine Realms, a being who has pushed the neoprimus power level to its absolute limit. Clad in the Destroyer's armor, wielding the spear Gungnir, and riding his eight-legged steed, Odin's authority spans across the Nine Realms, inspiring awe and commanding respect throughout the universe.
Following closely is Solvarg Odinson, ruler of the Heliosol Sanctum, whose power rivals the neoprimus level. Utilizing the formidable power of the sun and the boundless energy of the cosmos, Solvarg can manifest anywhere in the universe at will. With control over Fixed Stars, he has faced battles against insurmountable odds, wielding both swords and Supreme Intelligence.
The third most powerful entity is the Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme, whose mastery of the mystic arts places her just below the Aelitum level. Her power to shape reality itself makes her one of the most formidable beings in the universe.
Ranking fifth is Captain Marvel, Carol Danvers, whose power nearly reaches the Aelitum level. Tapping into vast cosmic energies, she can obliterate entire fleets with a mere flick of her hand, her sense of justice guiding her through the cosmos.
Next in line is the Flame Giant Surtur, the sixth most potent entity. Born from the eternal fires of Muspelheim, his strength was once enough to bring about Ragnarok. However, after a clash with Odin, his flames have dimmed, though he still seeks to reclaim his former glory.
Ego, the Living Planet, holds the seventh spot on this cosmic ladder. Emerging from the remnants of an ancient deity's mind, he wields the mysterious energies of life itself, crafting wonders across the cosmos. However, his true intentions remain shrouded in mystery, his plans unfolding in the shadows.
Hela, the Goddess of Death, occupies the eighth position. Once a commanding figure in Asgard, she now resides in Hel, her power undiminished despite her rebellion against Odin. Her presence in the realm of the dead is haunting, her defiance echoing through the ages.
Ranked ninth is Kallark, the Sword of Shi'ar, a legendary figure from the Shi'ar Empire. As the leader of its elite guard, he channels confidence into formidable energy, earning him legendary status on the battlefield.
Completing this pantheon of power is Supreme Intelligence, the ruler of the Kree Empire, standing tall as the tenth mightiest being. With unmatched computational skills and psychic abilities, he remains a symbol of Kree supremacy, forging alliances and plotting strategic moves to elevate his empire.
Yet, amidst these cosmic giants, whispers of dissent emerge from the shadows. Hanhan, leader of the Kronan Ravagers, calls for unity against Solvarg. "We are Ravagers," he declares, his resolve unwavering. "Let's stand together and face our truth in battle against the Master of the Heliosol Sanctum."
"Yes, yes, we are the Ravagers, the liberators, fearless in our pursuit!" echoed across the chaotic chamber as the leaders of the Ravagers cheered, their voices brimming with misplaced confidence.
"Why does the Cosmic Mercenary Union bother ranking the universe's powerhouses? And why divide them into levels from one to four? Suppose I declare myself a sixth-tier, seventh-level powerhouse; wouldn't that make me unbeatable in the cosmos? Hahaha!" one of the Ravager leaders roared, his words spurring on the others.
The Ravager leaders, emboldened by the naïve boast of the massive stone giant, rallied around the idea that true strength could only be determined through combat. They were Ravagers, after all—champions of liberty, unyielding and indomitable.
The fervor in the room escalated, sweeping even the more cautious among them into a growing resolve to confront Solvarg Odinson directly. Among them, an elderly Ravager leader, his red skin betraying his age, sighed before finally joining the fray. A few chieftains, however, remained aloof, observing the proceedings with wary eyes, untouched by the infectious zeal.
The anticipation in the air was palpable as the intentions of all the Ravager leaders became clear. The stone giant, still caught up in the moment, suddenly sighed and muttered, "What's the point of these rankings? I even went to the mercenary union to get evaluated."
"They told me I've got Tier 3 strength and could jump straight into being a Tier 3 super mercenary. The perks are tempting," he added with a shrug. "I'm not keen, but they're offering too much. Do you know? The buzz about the Heliosol Sanctum ruler popping up anywhere in the universe anytime is legit! Welcome, Lord of the Heliosol Sanctum!"
His rambling left some of the Ravager leaders confused, their minds reeling. What was going on? Who am I? Where am I? they wondered, their thoughts in disarray. The sight of the stone giant dropping to one knee, followed by a number of other leaders, only added to their confusion.
"What's happening?" the red-skinned elder whispered, fear seeping into his voice as he watched the kneeling leaders. "Everybody, scram!" he shouted, but it was too late.
With a subtle blue glimmer, the ruler of the Heliosol Sanctum, Solvarg Odinson, appeared before them, his presence instantly commanding the room.
"It's him," someone whispered, their voice trembling with awe and fear. "Take him out, then deal with those traitors," one of the Ravager chiefs ordered, unable to resist Solvarg's overwhelming aura. But rather than flee, they launched an attack, foolishly believing they could test their might against his.
Solvarg did not hold back. With a mere flick of his fingers, he crushed them into nothingness, their bodies obliterated in an instant. The red-skinned elder, determined to buy time for his fleeing comrades, charged at Solvarg, his final act one of defiance.
Solvarg respected the elder's loyalty but ensured that his end was swift and relatively painless. As for those Ravagers who attempted to flee, there was no escape. Solvarg's mastery of the Space Gem made pursuit effortless.
Once Solvarg had captured the fleeing Ravager leaders, he dealt with them personally, allowing no surrender. Though the system he controlled could gradually increase the loyalty of those who surrendered to him, their initial resistance made them more prone to defection, a risk Solvarg was unwilling to take.
"I don't have the time, energy, or manpower to oversee a group of potential defectors, especially those of Tier 3 caliber," Solvarg mused, dismissing the idea of slowly indoctrinating them. Their strength, in the grand scheme of things, was insignificant.
With most of the Skrull Empire's territory under his control and the gathering of faith energy accelerating, Solvarg had long disregarded those of mere third-order strength.
Having dealt with the hostile Ravager leaders, Solvarg now turned his attention to those who had wisely surrendered or prostrated themselves before him. He helped the seemingly naive Golem leader to his feet, then motioned for all the surrendered Ravager leaders to rise.
A half-smile played on Solvarg's lips as he observed the restless expressions of the Stoneman leader and the others. Having witnessed Solvarg swiftly dispatch their comrades, they now feared for their own lives, doubting their worth.
Some of the Ravager leaders trembled, but the Stoneman leader maintained his facade of innocence. Solvarg smiled to himself, finding the leader's hidden depths intriguing, but ultimately, their scheming was insignificant in the face of his overwhelming strength.
Tapping his fingers on the table, Solvarg addressed the assembled Ravagers, "Welcome to the Cosmic Mercenary Union. Moving forward, I expect you to showcase your strengths, but remember to abide by the Union's rules, or face my wrath."
The plunder leaders, relieved, pledged their compliance, with the Stoneman leader pounding his chest in agreement, sending pebbles flying across the room. After Solvarg's address, he dismissed them, instructing them to gather their scattered Ravager minions.
Though they were low in strength, these surrendered Ravagers would remain under observation for a time. Their loyalty, though wavering, was still deemed valuable.
Each faction leader of the Ravagers commanded a massive number of followers, ranging from 10,000 to 100,000. With such a vast and unruly force, and many faction leaders lost in battle, it was impossible for any one person to negotiate a complete surrender. Not all Ravagers were willing to give up their freedom without a fight.
As they secured the spaceship, the Ravagers were faced with a choice: activate the engines and escape to the far reaches of the Libertas star system. The plan was simple—cross the jump point, leave the nearby galaxies, steer clear of any powerful forces like the Heliosol Sanctum, and pursue a life unshackled by laws or boundaries. But who among them would consider the suffering that this so-called 'freedom' might inflict upon others?
Unrest spread rapidly among the Ravagers ranks. The subdued leaders attempted to restore order, but their efforts were overwhelmed by the scale of the dissent. Seeing no other option, Solvarg Odinson took matters into his own hands. He manipulated the gravitational fields to draw the nearby sun closer, bathing the Ravagers fleets in a soothing warmth they had not felt in a long time.
To reinforce his authority, Solvarg made a calculated display of power by obliterating a few ships that attempted to flee. Witnessing this, most of the Ravagers began to reconsider their opinions of him. They realized he could be both formidable and benevolent—a leader who might offer a kind of warmth they could trust. Those who still yearned for a martyr's freedom met their end on their own terms, while the majority chose a different kind of freedom under Solvarg's rule.
With peace restored, Solvarg ordered the fleet to power up their ships and move away from the Libertas system, setting a course for a new life under his leadership. Afterwards, he boldly dropped the sun onto the Ravagers' base on Libertas, reducing the planet to ashes. The Ravagers witnessed firsthand the devastating power of one close to the Vorsigma power level—the second-ranked top powerhouse in the universe.
When twenty-three planets were obliterated earlier, it had happened so swiftly that few remained to bear witness. Neither the Kree nor the Shi'ar would assist him in spreading word of his deeds. By merely withholding this information, Solvarg couldn't shake off a sense of guilt. After all, every major power had signed a collective peace agreement, and those who refused to assist would inevitably become obstacles.
For instance, a considerable number of "disposed" military warships inadvertently found their way onto the black market, only to be purchased by scavengers—a rather unfortunate turn of events. Because his reputation never met the standard, Solvarg remained unable to claim the reward bestowed by the system.
So this time, he personally fed the star of Libertas to the sun in front of millions of Ravagers. Initially, the intense heat caused the earth to glow bright red, with countless streams of lava erupting. The entire planet resembled a red apple left to wither, riddled with cracks. As tectonic plates fractured, the sun's immense gravitational pull initiated the planet's disintegration. Landmasses were drawn toward the sun's maw, vanishing with little more than a spark. Piece by piece, bite by bite, until finally, the planet called freedom ceased to exist in the universe. Only the sun remained, its blaze unyielding.
The Ravagers who witnessed this spectacle finally grasped the meaning of strength and fear. Solvarg arranged for the leader of the Ravagers to guide the apprehensive group to the Andromeda galaxy autonomously, where they would collectively register as cosmic mercenaries and undergo several months of training tailored to their needs. He left them to their devices, tearing through space on his own and returning to Luminaxor Prime.
As for whether the Ravagers would abscond or revolt during the lengthy voyage, Solvarg hardly gave it a thought. After all, they had all borne witness to his might firsthand, and even if they managed to flee, the image of Solvarg pushing the sun to devour Libertas would haunt them eternally. Perhaps, they might inadvertently bolster Solvarg's reputation in the distant galaxies of the universe with their tales.
It's a shame that the Ravagers made it to the top ten in the Cosmic Mercenary Union. But Solvarg single-handedly took down 34 factions in a day, which weakened their power. He had to relinquish his throne, letting the Nova Corps of Xandar take over. The strength of the Ravagers mainly lay in their faction leaders, who were as strong as Vorsigma power level. However, their regular troopers were no match for the powerful civilizations' armies.
Time flew by as they conquered the Ravagers Legion and reached the Andromeda Galaxy. Solvarg's feat of destroying the Libertas star and dethroning the Ravagers spread throughout the universe, establishing his reputation as an overlord. When Solvarg acquired the title, it was supposed to weaken enemies' combat power by 10%, but he didn't feel any change in strength. He wondered how to make it work.
Though eager to test his newfound power, there were no enemies on Luminaxor Prime. Initiating a fight with the Supreme Intelligence or Kallark would only lead to a space war, which Solvarg wanted to avoid. So, he held back, needing time to develop.
Just when he considered finding someone to spar with, Harmoniiel approached him with troubling news. A low-level Angel spreading faith in the Andromeda galaxy had vanished for seven days without resurrection in the Reincarnation Pool. Since Solvarg had the highest authority over the pool, Harmoniiel sought his help.
As the commander-in-chief of the Second Angel Legion, Baraetheriel had under her command just over a thousand Angels. Despite the legion not being at full strength, they were a formidable force. Under Solvarg Odinson's leadership, their total numbers barely reached 5,000, but Solvarg prided himself on recognizing every Angel under his command. He might not have known each of them by name, but their ethereal beauty was impossible to forget.
Now, one of these Angels had vanished, and that was something Solvarg would not tolerate.
Without uttering a word, Solvarg cast a stern glance at Baraetheriel and issued a direct order: any Angel who disappeared for more than three days and was not resurrected was to be reported to him immediately. His expertise in search and rescue missions was unparalleled.
With his resolve set, Solvarg made his way to the reincarnation pool. Using the power of the Space Stone, he pinpointed the missing Angel's coordinates. A surge of blue light enveloped him, and in an instant, Solvarg traversed countless light-years, emerging in the cold, dark expanse of the void.
Ahead of him, a space merchant ship bearing the flag of the Heliosol Sanctum cruised towards its next warp point. The sight of the emblem that represented his dominion made Solvarg's eyes narrow. The already frigid void seemed to grow even colder.
Inside the ship, a dark-skinned man with subtle scales marking his face nervously guzzled the ship's stock of wine, attempting to mask his anxiety with feigned indifference.
"Don't worry," he muttered to himself, more to quell his own fears than anything else. "It's only a few more warp points. Once we deliver her, we'll be rolling in riches."
A fair-skinned, hefty cosmic merchant gently patted the trembling hands of the scaled man, sporting a warm smile.
"You've got a hefty sum here. With this, your entire tribe can acquire whatever you need—warships, weapons. You'll be self-reliant for protection," the merchant said reassuringly. "Remember, you can't count on anyone else, not even the heavens! Your destiny's in your hands, my friend. You'll be the hero of your people. Imagine the joy on their faces. Don't you want to see that day?"
The scaled man's hands steadied, determination flickering in his eyes. But then, fear crept back in, and he spoke hesitantly, "But... that's defying the gods! And they're the direct underlings of the universe's second bigwig, Heliosol Sanctum's Master. If he finds out, it'll spell disaster for us all!"
The merchant cursed inwardly at the man's cowardice, though his smile remained warm. If not for the binding oath and the risk of exposing himself to too many who knew his details, he'd be tempted to silence this liability along the way.
He'd invested too much time and energy into this plan, all for the promise of that hefty payout. Even though he now grasped Solvarg's might and influence, he harbored regrets, but he couldn't turn back now.
"Don't fret. Heliosol Sanctum's ruler may be formidable, but he's not all-powerful," the merchant reassured him. "Just stay cool, don't give anything away. We'll hit plenty of supply points and checkpoints on our journey. And right now, we're in the void—can he really stop us here?"
The merchant's soothing words seemed to calm the scaled man for a moment. But then, with a loud bang, the wine bottle in his hand slipped and crashed to the ground, shattering into pieces.
The alcohol splattered everywhere, filling the air with its rich scent, but the scaled men had no interest in enjoying it. Instead, they trembled violently as one of them pointed towards the viewing window of the cosmic merchant ship.
"Heliosol Sanctum... it's Solvarg himself!"
Solvarg's figure appeared outside the ship.
"Could you kindly open the door? I'd rather not wreck this ship just yet!"
Solvarg's voice, somehow reaching the ears of both the cosmic merchants and the scaled men, was calm but carried an undeniable authority.
A member of the scaled tribe collapsed to the ground, his face showing utter despair.
The cosmic merchant's demeanor shifted from a gentle smile to a firm resolve. "All crew, full speed ahead at any cost!" he barked. "All weapons, prepare for action!"
The spaceship's speed increased dramatically, fueled by burning energy. For a moment, it seemed as though Solvarg had been left behind in the void.
"It's futile... it's all over," muttered the collapsed tribesman as a strange liquid pooled beneath him.
The merchant shot a stern look at the embarrassed tribesman but had no time to respond. His focus remained on the spacecraft's scanner, keeping watch for any sign of Solvarg.
"It appears this ship is yours now!"
Solvarg's faint voice echoed through the void, sending waves of fear through the crew and passengers alike.
"At ease! At ease! At ease!"
"Damage at the rear of the spacecraft! Power source compromised!"
"We can't advance! We're stuck!"
Alarms blared throughout the spacecraft as it drifted aimlessly through the vastness of space, its tail ablaze.
The ship was alone, adrift in the void.
The heavy thud of boots echoed ominously through the silent corridors of the spacecraft. A towering figure emerged from the shadows, his presence commanding and foreboding. Solvarg Odinson, the All-Father, strode towards the stage with deliberate steps, his every movement radiating power.
In his arms, Angel lay unconscious, her body limp under the heavy influence of anesthesia. Solvarg's eyes burned with a cold fury as he moved forward, a trail of devastation marking his path. The ship's crew lay scattered, only the Onyxarids and the captain of the merchant vessel spared from his wrath.
Solvarg paused, his gaze locking onto the Onyxarid clansman crumpled on the ground, his scales shimmering in the dim light, reeking of fear and defeat. With a mere flick of his wrist, Solvarg hurled the creature aside, the air around him swirling as if space itself recoiled from his power.
Turning his attention to the trembling captain, who struggled to maintain his composure, Solvarg's voice was calm, yet it carried a sharp edge. "Tell me, who set you on this path?"
The captain's eyes flickered with desperation, and he forced a weak smile. "Mighty ruler of the Heliosol Sanctum," he stammered, "there was no one behind this, no mastermind pulling the strings. These beings are simply too rare, too precious. I am merely the first of many who will try. Even though your name echoes through the cosmos—"
"In this vast universe, countless souls are driven by greed," the captain continued, his voice tinged with despair as he looked over his fallen crew. "They were more than subordinates; they were my kin, loyal to the end. And yet, in a fleeting moment, you have slain them all."
Resigned to his fate, the captain closed his eyes, awaiting the inevitable. Solvarg, understanding the futility of further words, ended the captain's life swiftly, disintegrating him into oblivion.
Solvarg's gaze shifted to the dazed Onyxarid clansman, his voice cutting through the tense air. "Is my rule not merciful enough for you? Do you dare to blaspheme against the gods?"
The Onyxarid began to regain his senses, desperation evident in his prayers. "Great ruler of the Heliosol Sanctum! Many of my people are innocent. I implore you, spare them!"
They kowtowed and pleaded, blood trickling from their foreheads. But Solvarg's voice remained cold and unwavering. "All civilizations must face the consequences of their actions."
"Why?" Solvarg demanded.
The leader of the Onyxarids trembled, his voice rising in defiance. "There has never been a savior in this world! We merely seek to wield our own power, to defend ourselves! What's wrong with that? What's wrong?"
"We've shed too much blood, too many lives!" he shouted, his voice filled with anguish.
Before Solvarg's intervention, the Onyxarids were victims of plunder. Now, with a cold gaze, Solvarg summoned a tiny golden flame, reducing the Onyxarid to ashes in an instant. "Civilization is neither inherently right nor wrong. You were simply too weak. Such is the way of the universe."
Stepping into the void, Solvarg watched as the powerless ship drifted aimlessly in the vastness of space before him. Then, with a flash of blue light, he returned to Planet Solangelia.
After awakening the anesthetized Angel and learning of the Onyxarids' betrayal, Solvarg summoned Baraetheriel. He instructed her to obliterate the entire Onyxarid clan and to deal with any civilizations under his rule that dared to blaspheme.
Death and genocide. The might of a god is like a prison, his grace like an endless sea. But blind benevolence does not always foster faith. Only through contrast can the value of kindness be truly understood.
With matters settled, Solvarg embarked once more on his journey. He was on a quest to confront a formidable adversary, to remove the looming threat that hung over his beloved angels.
The knowhere , where Collector Tivan resides, encompasses the colossal head of an celestrial, spanning the size of a planet. Within this expanse, Tivan's empire has established dominance, dispatching numerous outlaws to excavate the knowhere 's treasures: the celestrial 's bones, brain matter, and spinal fluid. These rare artifacts attract civilizations across the universe, willing to pay dearly for their study.
Despite its immense value, Tivan has maintained control over the knowhere for centuries, thwarting any attempts to wrest this wealth from her grasp.
Solvarg boldly ventured into the void, interrupting the once lively scene where outlaws reveled in their lawless existence. His arrival cast a deathly silence upon the void, though faint chaotic murmurs persisted.
One burly outlaw, wielding a gun, mercilessly thrashed a red-skinned man, perhaps for an offense or merely due to the void's inherent lawlessness. Oblivious to the shift in atmosphere, they continued their brutal exchange until a subtle gesture from a companion caught the assailant's attention.
Promptly recognizing the change, the outlaw ceased his assault, adopting a deferential demeanor. The once-screaming red-skinned man, now whimpering, glanced around, his swollen eyes betraying his fear.
In the Knowhere , where many outlaws are affiliated with the Cosmic Mercenary Union, the influence of the Collector, reigns supreme.
Solvarg Odinson approached Taneleer Tivan's opulent residence with an air of determination. As he neared the entrance, his mere presence caused the trembling guard to step aside without a word. The aura Solvarg emanated was undeniable—one that even the most hardened sentries could not ignore.
Inside, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. Word quickly spread that a figure of immense power had arrived. Taneleer Tivan, known throughout the cosmos as the Collector and the ruler of one of the universe's most formidable forces, was notified of Solvarg's presence.
As Solvarg walked through the residence, passing numerous guards who dared not meet his gaze, he could feel a strong presence emanating from the heart of the place. It didn't take long before he found Tivan in an unexpectedly leisurely setting.
Tivan was submerged in a pool filled with what looked like the spinal fluid of Celestials. His white hair floated gracefully around him, black goggles covering his eyes, and his attire as flamboyant as ever. Solvarg couldn't help but mutter under his breath, his voice tinged with disbelief and a touch of amusement.
"Are these cosmic elders ever not bored? Their hobbies couldn't be more bizarre."
Tivan eventually emerged from the pool, water cascading off him as he gracefully accepted a robe from a nearby attendant. His demeanor shifted to one of sheer delight upon seeing his guest.
"My dear friend, what a joy it is to see you!" Tivan's voice was melodious, almost singing, as he gestured grandly toward the pool. "You must try bathing in the spinal fluid of Celestials—it's rejuvenating!"
With a dramatic clap of his hands, the celestial fluid in the pool began to drain, soon replaced by a fresh batch from some mysterious source. Tivan's smile was radiant, his energy infectious.
Solvarg, however, remained unenthused, his tone dry as he responded, "Oh, I wasn't aware we had become such close friends. And, honestly, I have no interest in immersing myself in any strange, gray-green liquids."
The exchange highlighted the stark contrast between their personalities, setting the stage for a conversation filled with subtle tensions and differing worldviews.
"Oh my, don't you know? The Grandmaster told me that you're his best friend, and he's also my best friend," Tivan exclaimed, his exaggerated theatrics on full display. "So, aren't we best friends as well? This really breaks my heart!"
Seeing Solvarg's eyes turn cold, Tivan quickly changed the subject. "Well, I suppose I'm the only one enjoying these luxuries, but would you like to visit my collection? I've gathered treasures from across the universe, and it will definitely surprise you!"
Solvarg, growing impatient, cut through Tivan's jovial demeanor with a sharp, "Enough, Tivan. I don't have time for jokes. I'm here for one reason: stop your bounty on the Angels immediately."
Tivan's exaggerated performance continued, though a hint of seriousness crept into his tone. "Oh, you came here for that? I thought you wanted to meet a friend! It's really sad."
"But," Tivan continued, his voice taking on a more persuasive edge, "my dear friend, you know collecting is my life. Your Angels are truly rare and precious. I would love to add one to my collection. As my best friend, wouldn't you help me achieve this little wish?"
"I treat my collections very well," Tivan insisted, his tone growing more fervent. "I've saved many cosmic species from extinction, preserving them for civilization. How about it, my dearest friend? I'm even willing to give you a precious item from my collection as a thank-you gift!"
"Are you finished?" Solvarg's expression grew colder with each passing moment, his patience rapidly thinning. Tivan's blatant objectification of the Angels as mere collectibles was grating.
Though Tivan's collection might have preserved several cosmic species, Solvarg couldn't shake the disdain he felt. To him, the Angels were far more than relics to be displayed in some cosmic menagerie.
"I didn't come here to negotiate," Solvarg declared, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.
"Oh, really?" Tivan's performance still carried an exaggerated flair, but a glimmer of seriousness now shone in his eyes.
"You claim that collecting is your life. Let's see if that's true," Solvarg stated coldly, activating his spatial powers and whisking Tivan away into the void.
"Wha—" Tivan exclaimed, finding himself suspended in the emptiness, his hands flailing awkwardly. But then his gaze fell upon Solvarg's gloved hands, and his expression shifted to one of longing.
"Infinity Stone!" Tivan breathed in awe. "That's remarkable."
"My dear friend, would you part with the Infinity Stone for my collection?" Tivan's tone was almost reverent, his eyes gleaming with desire.
"I'd be willing to exchange most of my collection for it. I truly adore it," Tivan continued, his gaze locked onto Solvarg's.
In that moment, Solvarg felt the system's familiar presence in his mind.
[Attention: The host is confronting the cosmic elder, Collector Taneleer Tivan. Please make a choice!]
[Option 1: Coerce Tivan into retracting the bounty on the Angels. Reward: Teleportation!]
[Option 2: Agree to Tivan's Angel deal. Reward: Tivan's enigmatic collection!]
[Option 3: Disregard Tivan's Angel bounty. Reward: A pair of Heimdallr's Eyes to survey the Realms!]
The options flashed before Solvarg's eyes, but he had already made his decision. As Tivan's gaze remained fixated on the Infinity Stone, Solvarg's mind was set.
"I didn't come here to barter with you, Tivan," Solvarg said, his tone as cold as the void surrounding them. "I came to end this bounty. Permanently."
Tivan's demeanor finally shifted, the seriousness of Solvarg's words sinking in. The joviality that had marked their earlier exchange was gone, replaced by an understanding of the gravity of the situation.
"Very well," Tivan finally relented, his voice devoid of its earlier mirth. "The bounty on the Angels will be rescinded. But remember, my dear friend, the offer for the Infinity Stone still stands."
Solvarg nodded, the tension easing slightly as he prepared to leave. With a wave of his hand, Tivan was returned to his lavish residence, and Solvarg turned to depart, his mission accomplished.
But as he left, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of a far more complex game—a game that would test the very limits of his resolve and power.
With the Space Gem securely in his grasp, teleportation became trivial for Solvarg Odinson. However, possessing the ability to observe Realms would significantly enhance both his personal strength and his strategic influence. The amalgamation of comprehensive intelligence and precision strikes, augmented by the Space Gem's capabilities for Fixed Star bombardments, would ensure the utter obliteration of formidable adversaries such as the Kree Empire and the Shi'ar Empire under Solvarg's relentless assault.
Teleportation, crucial as it was, formed the backbone of Solvarg's next strategic move. Moreover, Solvarg found himself increasingly intolerant of Taneleer Tivan's relentless bounties on Planet Solangelia. To Solvarg, it mattered little that Tivan was a revered cosmic elder, part of the influential society of Elders of the Universe. His patience wearing thin, Solvarg was ready to confront him directly.
"If compromise is off the table, then elimination becomes the answer," Solvarg thought grimly. "Without the instigator, the bounty cannot persist."
"Your insight is commendable; truly befitting a veteran of the cosmos!" Solvarg exclaimed, a mix of sarcasm and genuine respect coloring his tone.
This was followed by a tumultuous clash. Solvarg had no intention of persuading Collector Tivan through dialogue—experience had taught him that what couldn't be achieved through force was rarely achieved through words.
Each formidable opponent held their convictions and pride dearly, even those like the cosmic elders, who sometimes appeared whimsical or eccentric.
As the conflict erupted, Tivan's strength surprised Solvarg, surpassing his initial calculations. Aware of Tivan's recognition of the Space Gem, Solvarg unleashed its full force without restraint. He manipulated the gem to compress the very fabric of space around Tivan, drastically constricting his movements.
Then, with swift decisiveness, Solvarg activated the Fixed Star's power, unleashing a devastating barrage of solar flares directly at his adversary.
But the light dissipated, and Collector Tivan emerged unscathed!
Solvarg felt a pang of surprise. Even wielding a sword that transformed belief into energy, his robust physique should have suffered some damage from the flare bombardment. However, it seemed that Collector Tivan, though lacking an evidently powerful body, remained unharmed despite the assault.
This development defied belief!
Solvarg, taken aback, contemplated moving Tivan once more, considering the possibility of positioning him directly above the Fixed Star, thereby gaining a strategic advantage against Tivan.
Yet, to his astonishment, even the formidable power of the Space Gem failed to budge Tivan.
The power of a single Space Gem approached the fourth-order limit, yet Tivan seemingly commanded space with mastery comparable to that limit.
Tivan's prowess surpassed even that of the Grandmaster.
Temporarily halting, Solvarg addressed Tivan, remarking, "I had assumed that most cosmic elders only possessed strength at the high-level fourth-order, but I hadn't anticipated your power nearing the fourth-order limit!"
Tivan responded with a whimsical, "Oh, la la la," before elaborating, "The Grandmaster resides on Sakar, where time is warped. Though he once surpassed me in age, I now far exceed him in years. Just look at my white hair compared to his mere gray! Besides, let's cease this skirmish. I detest fighting the most!" With a contorted expression, Tivan danced about.
"Ah, so the passing years have bolstered your strength?" Solvarg mused, nodding thoughtfully.
Without further ado, the battle recommenced.
Despite Tivan's near-fourth-order strength and mastery over space, Solvarg's power transcended the confines of the Space Gem alone.
Unable to displace Tivan, Solvarg resorted to a direct assault on the sun. Utilizing the Space Gem's might, he seized a cluster of Fixed Stars and hurled them toward Tivan. Yet, Tivan effortlessly intercepted or simply dispersed the projectiles, rendering Solvarg's efforts futile.
To wield the Fixed Star against Solvarg would be akin to feeding into his strategy.
Space transfer, space compression, space barrier—the battleground shifted incessantly.
The clash between Solvarg and Tivan seemed to unfold across the cosmos, stirring alarm among countless civilizations. Fixed Stars vanished and reappeared in droves following their clash. The inexplicable gravitational variances sent powerful tremors through the planets orbiting the Fixed Stars. Some civilizations, left in eternal darkness by the stars taken and not reset, plunged into despair.
On that fateful day, Solvarg and Tivan wielded Fixed Stars as their weapons, turning the universe into their battleground. Countless civilizations lamented, and fear spread like wildfire.
It was the day when low-level civilizations truly grasped the might of a superpower. The universe's major civilizations were abuzz, yet the battle raged on. Spatial forces negated each other, and the Fixed Star projections failed to harm Tivan.
Instead, it was the peculiar collections Tivan unleashed from somewhere that inflicted minor wounds upon Solvarg. Golden blood stained the starry expanse, yet Solvarg remained resolute, towering and unwavering.
Tivan remained unscathed, lacking spatial abilities. Relying solely on fourth-order solar power, he struggled to harm Tivan, who neared the fourth-order limit.
Despite Solvarg's tall frame and unwavering demeanor, Tivan's lack of joy in victory was evident. Tears streamed down his face, and his panting grew louder. The Space Gem, tethered to the universe's origin, boasted boundless energy, but Tivan's reserves were finite. If the battle persisted, Tivan would inevitably exhaust himself.
Solvarg glanced into the void, fleeting hesitation crossing his eyes before his resolve hardened once more. Too many civilizations had perished that day. If the conflict endured, it might engulf the Andromeda Galaxy—his stronghold, where every civilization entrusted him with their faith. He had made a promise: to provide them sanctuary. It was a pact he vowed not to break.
The battle demanded swift resolution. With a decisive roar, Solvarg seized another Fixed Star. Rather than persisting in projecting it on Tivan, he compelled him to deplete his energy in transferring the Fixed Star. Harnessing the Space Gem's power directly, Solvarg compressed the Fixed Star to its limits. Then, he condensed it further, shrinking it before swallowing it whole.
"Report! The Cyanar species, allied with our civilization, has been attacked by forces from the dark quadrant. The guard units stationed nearby have been overwhelmed. Their leader is Supergiant from the Black Order!"
Solvarg Odinson, amidst his inspection of the majestic Solarion Throne battleship—a marvel engineered from vast resources and energy by Heraldriel, akin to the Space Throne of Thanos—paused as a junior angel hastened towards him with urgent news concerning Thanos and his lieutenants.
Since Thanos had ventured into Knowhere to confront Taneleer Tivan, Solvarg had meticulously instructed his subordinates to monitor Thanos and assess the strength of his followers, having anticipated this confrontation upon Thanos learning his possession of the Space Stone.
He had been waiting for any sign of Thanos' response.
"Supergiant?" Solvarg's voice was low and tinged with foreboding as he laid a hand on the ornate and imposing surface of the Solarion Throne. "It appears the full extent of the news hasn't reached you yet!"
"Thanos, I am on my way!"
Having declared his intent, Solvarg gave a solemn nod to the junior angel, signaling the end of the report. He then turned to dismiss Baraetheriel and Brunnhilde, who were eager to lead a counterstrike.
Planet Azurithia, located on the fringes of the Andromeda galaxy, was considerably distant from Solangelia, lacking direct access to nearby jump points. The fastest way to render aid would be through hyperspace teleportation.
Baraetheriel and Brunnhilde realized they were running out of time.
After a moment's contemplation, Solvarg removed his glove, revealing the Space Gem. He handed it to Baraetheriel with strict instructions to remain vigilant and ready to support their allies at all times. Then, activating a system reward he had acquired during a previous skirmish with the Collector, he initiated the teleportation.
The Cyanar, known for their vast numbers and deep spirituality, could not afford to let Supergiant wreak havoc on half of their population. The stakes were too high, and Solvarg was ready to intervene.
Supergiant, known for her exceptional intelligence-gathering skills among the Black Order, led the Chitauri and a sizable contingent of vanguard guards. They meticulously divided the entire Cyanar Clan, assigning individuals across different groups with precision.
Old men here, children there—the division of life was done with a sense of fairness and balance that rivaled Thanos's dark quadrant. They were pros at this, executing it like clockwork. And disturbingly, many in the dark quadrant had been indoctrinated to believe they were aiding in the universe's balance, justifying their actions.
To them, the disappearance of a significant portion of the population meant more resources for those left behind. Supergiant, with her overwhelmingly potent telepathy and mind manipulation, shared this belief. In fact, she thought halving the population was too conservative; she suggested eliminating at least two-thirds.
Having possessed formidable psychic abilities since childhood, Supergiant had seen her fair share of ugliness in the world. She often found herself confronted with unsavory thoughts that she felt compelled to eradicate.
But now, her focus wasn't on identifying which Cyanar were more deserving of sacrifice to restore universal equilibrium. Her attention was fixed on the void, alert for any potential threats.
Despair pervaded the Cyanar people, and the dark quadrant's ominous agenda had spread across the universe. Despite the division causing distress, most of the Cyanar tribe stoically accepted their fate, turning to prayer.
Some prayed for the intervention of angels or a savior, while others feared becoming sacrificial pawns. Their prayers echoed through the silence as they anxiously awaited what came next.
For some reason, the warriors in the dark quadrant, those who were already skilled and had parted ways with their sacrifices, seemed rather unfamiliar. They appeared to be waiting.
Supergiant began disposing of some who didn't quite meet her standards, acting a bit restless. But then, her entire body tensed up, her eyes widening as she fixed her gaze on a certain spot in the void.
And then, it struck—terror!
The grand Solarion Throne suddenly materialized on the Cyanar Star. Its colossal shadow loomed over a throng of Cyanar clanspeople who were kneeling and praying, their cheers and roars of hope echoing out.
They believed with all their hearts that they were safe beyond measure. Their excitement reached fever pitch, some even fainting from the sheer intensity of it all.
"Sister, is that our god?" a young Cyanar clansman asked, tugging on his sister's trembling sleeve.
"That's God, the Almighty," his sister affirmed, her voice steady. "He's come to rescue us!"
"We're blessed to lay eyes on the divine," she continued. "Brother, remember, it's the Almighty who shields us from our foes," she added earnestly. "We must strive to reach the Heliosol Sanctum, become His chosen saints, draw nearer to Him, and serve Him!"
Years of unwavering faith, coupled with divine intervention during crises, fueled the Cyanar Clan's faith anew.
However, Solvarg paid little heed to such matters. In his eyes, the faith of a mere clan held little significance today.
It wasn't worth his time.
He had one goal in mind: Thanos.
And Supergiant, who watched Solvarg closely, was just the beginning.
The imposing structure of the throne loomed above, casting a menacing shadow over the battlefield below. A Chitauri commander, his voice thick with disbelief and fear, cried out, "How is this possible? How could the ruler of the Heliosol Sanctum appear here in person?"
This commander, a creature driven by the chaos of war rather than any ideological allegiance to universal balance, found himself entangled in a cruel twist of fate. He had always savored the despair of others, but now, the bitter taste of his own impending demise weighed heavily on him.
In a desperate bid for survival, he grabbed Supergiant's arm, his words spilling out in a frantic rush. "Why didn't we retreat earlier? Is Lord Thanos nearby? Can he save us?"
Before he could finish, Supergiant's response was swift and ruthless. With a single strike, she severed the commander's head cleanly from his body.
"I detest being touched," she hissed, her voice as cold as the vacuum of space.
She gazed down at the lifeless body with disdain, adding mockingly, "Thank you for your contribution to the balance of the universe."
She then turned to another Chitauri, signaling his promotion to commander. Her eyes swept across the battlefield, landing on Solvarg Odinson, who had emerged from the void. Although she had anticipated this confrontation, the speed of Solvarg's arrival had taken her by surprise. She had expected to bring more planets to 'balance' before such a powerful force intervened.
Regaining her composure, Supergiant steeled herself. The most crucial part of her plan had unfolded as intended. While she had no fear of death, she was not eager to die without purpose. The grand mission of balancing the universe was hers to bear, though the weight of it pressed heavily on her.
With a respectful bow, Supergiant addressed Solvarg. "Mighty ruler of the Heliosol Sanctum, we did not recognize this as your protected realm. No offense was intended. Now that we are aware, we are prepared to make amends."
Her voice carried a mixture of diplomacy and an underlying strength as she faced the powerful entity before her, ready to negotiate for her survival and the continuation of her mission.
As Supergiant finished speaking, the Chitauri and a large number of Vanguard Guards suddenly erupted into a frenzied slaughter, turning on one another. In a matter of moments, nearly half of Supergiant's forces lay dead, their bodies strewn across the battlefield.
Most of those who had fallen did not fully buy into the notion of universal balance.
With a wave of Supergiant's hand, the carnage ceased, and the surviving Chitauri and Vanguard Guards reassembled as if the bloody chaos moments ago had been nothing more than a grisly ritual.
"We will withdraw from this galaxy immediately and ensure that we never trespass upon any territory under the Heliosol Sanctum again," Supergiant repeated respectfully.
Thanos, known throughout the cosmos as the Mad Titan, was regarded by nearly all civilizations as the most powerful and insane terrorist—a merciless butcher.
Yet Thanos had never been truly mad or foolish. One might say he had an understanding with the genuinely powerful civilizations of the universe. Though they were enemies, they avoided direct conflict.
In the vast expanse of the universe, countless civilizations existed—many too insignificant to challenge. Why bother with formidable foes when it only wasted time and hindered the efficiency of balancing the universe?
Supergiant understood this principle well. Even Thanos, after achieving his objectives, preferred to avoid unnecessary confrontation.
Seated upon his throne, Solvarg rubbed his forehead with one hand while tapping idly with the other. Flanked by Brunnhilde and Baraetheriel, he exuded a calm yet intimidating presence. Behind him, hundreds of middle and high-ranking Aesir warriors hovered, their wings forming an imposing formation that only added to Solvarg's authority.
"Quite the spectacle," Solvarg remarked coldly, his gaze fixed on the Chitauri and Vanguard Guards as they slaughtered each other. "Is this an apology or a display?"
Before Supergiant could respond, Solvarg tapped the air with his fingers, releasing a devastating energy blast that struck the remaining Chitauri and Vanguard Guards, scattering them like leaves in a storm.
Even Supergiant, upon feeling the force of Solvarg's seemingly casual attack, sensed an overwhelming power that disrupted her ability to draw upon her spiritual energy.
She felt subdued, as if Solvarg operated on a plane far beyond her comprehension.
"This can't be happening. Even Lord Thanos couldn't suppress my power so effortlessly. Is he truly stronger than Thanos?" Supergiant's thoughts raced as Solvarg's seemingly simple gesture shook her to her core, elevating his might in her mind. She spoke with growing respect, "The great ruler of the Heliosol Sanctum... it seems the legends were not exaggerated."
"If you still doubt, you have the power to end them all," Solvarg remarked coolly. "They would willingly sacrifice themselves for the greater good of the universe."
"And what about you? Are you willing to make that sacrifice for the sake of balance?"
Solvarg's gaze was piercing as he looked down on her, his voice as cold as ice. "The altruism of others means nothing to me."
There was a brief silence, thick with tension.
Supergiant finally spoke, her voice resolute. "I have already given everything for the balance of the universe. If you demand it, I will give more."
"Fortunately, vital information has already been relayed to our superiors," she continued. "I was tasked by my lord to assess the situation. If I were to attack Planet Solangelia directly, I fear none would survive—except for my lord."
"There are still lives that must be lived; the universe requires more than just sacrifice," Supergiant added, her voice weary. "I am... simply tired."
With a determined expression, she closed her eyes, her mind a whirl of conflicting thoughts. Knowing too much and seeing too clearly was more of a curse than a gift for her.
Seeing Supergiant's genuine willingness to sacrifice, Solvarg's expression softened for a moment, but it quickly hardened again.
Thanos was a threat—one too dangerous to be ignored.
But Solvarg would never share Thanos's twisted vision.
As Solvarg Odinson closed his eyes, he prepared to strike down Supergiant without hesitation. Suddenly, an image flickered into existence from Supergiant's bracelet. In the projection sat Thanos, towering on a majestic, floating throne. Clad in splendid golden armor, with a long sword in one hand and a scepter in the other, he was the very embodiment of power and command.
Facing him was Solvarg. The two titans of the universe, long entwined in a dance of destiny and dread, now confronted each other .
The meeting was formal, yet charged with an underlying tension. Thanos, ever the formidable and regal adversary, seemed unchanged. But Solvarg was no longer the timid, trembling figure of old.
Elevating himself upon the celestial throne, Solvarg looked down upon Thanos with a frosty gaze and declared sharply, "With merely a projection, you cannot hope to save her. Why not come yourself? Or better yet, face me directly on Planet Solangelia. If you prevail, not only will Supergiant be spared, but the billions of realms under my control will be yours to command!"
Thanos lifted his gaze, meeting Solvarg's eyes with a grave expression, and responded, "You are not Taneleer Tivan!" He added, "You aren't my target at this moment. To battle against you on Solangelia... even I might not emerge unscathed."
His eyes briefly swept over Baraetheriel and Contraxion standing by Solvarg's side—both wielders of Aelitum power—and Heraldriel, the renowned commander of the First Angel Legion, celebrated across the cosmos. With such formidable allies under Solvarg's command, venturing into this stronghold was akin to plunging into a den of lions, where foes potentially stronger than himself awaited.
Thanos was not ready to meet his end—not until his mission to balance the universe was complete.
"The Sky Father—Solvarg, can you grasp the essence of this universe?" Thanos asked. "Think about it. The universe has its limits, and so do the resources within it. Everything in this universe needs to find its balance! Otherwise, sooner or later, all life will face eternal annihilation!"
"Death now could mean a better life in the future. The universe craves equilibrium!" he continued. "Solvarg, are you willing to lend me your hand? If we unite our forces, even without relying on external means, we can restore balance to the universe as swiftly as possible! No one in the entire cosmos can withstand the might of our alliance. Together, we will shape destiny!"
A voice, dripping with temptation, whispered in Solvarg's ear. In Thanos' grip, atop his scepter, a small yellow gem glowed softly. Solvarg concentrated, promptly dispelling the temptation. Then, fixing his gaze on the scepter in Thanos' grasp, he spoke deliberately, "Did you use that to sway their minds and recruit them to your cause?"
Thanos chuckled, gesturing as he tossed aside the Mind Scepter. "It merely serves to tip the scales slightly in my favor when facing you. Yet, even if I see through it, for individuals like us, it holds little significance! And do you truly believe that mere stones can exert control over them?"
Thanos motioned towards Ebony Maw, who deftly caught the scepter, and gestured to Supergiant, who stood resolute. His words resonated with unwavering conviction. As the master of the universe, with a weak Zyldelta power level, Ebony Maw wielded psychokinetic abilities, and Supergiant possessed unparalleled spiritual prowess, nearly rivaling Zyldelta-level combat capabilities. Even with the Mind Gem alone, their wills remained unyielding.
"They have all witnessed the concept of cosmic equilibrium firsthand," Thanos said. "Countless worlds, countless lives, have thrived after experiencing balance. My ideology remains steadfast. It's like this: in this world, I'm the only one willing to take on all the burdens and suffering of existence for this idea, all on my own! I am destiny!"
"Heh, destiny?" Solvarg scoffed. "Let me ask you something. Do you love the entire cosmos, or just the life within it? Are you shouldering the weight of the entire universe or just the life it contains? Between the cosmos and its inhabitants, who gets your final allegiance?"
The tension in the air seemed to thicken, and the Cyanar, who had just begun to relax, grew tense again at the sight of Thanos's image. Thanos's reputation loomed large!
After a moment of silence, Thanos spoke softly, "A house, no matter how splendid, means nothing if it's empty! But when it's overflowing with people, too many people, this beautiful home becomes almost unbearable! I aim to rid this house of those excess occupants, or at the very least, prolong its lifespan! To give them a place to call home! That's my answer!"
"Solvarg, would you stand with me? After restoring balance, the entire universe will be yours, and all the faith will be yours to command! You'll truly become the supreme ruler! Just know, before that happens, we'll bring a little hardship to the entire universe. Time will erase those pains, and they'll only remember that it was you who brought about a better life for all."
"Solvarg, isn't this the future you desire? As long as we stand together!"
Thanos continued to press his beliefs on Solvarg Odinson, unwavering even if it meant jeopardizing the stability of the entire universe.
Supergiant, after meticulous surveillance, had made a startling discovery: Solvarg's ability to teleport across galaxies didn't originate from the Space Gem but from his own innate power. Driven by desperation, Thanos coveted not only Solvarg himself but also the extraordinary abilities he possessed. With Solvarg's spatial teleportation and his formidable elite Solangelia army at his side, Thanos believed that the monumental task of restoring balance to the universe could be achieved with unprecedented efficiency. Once allied, they would face no opposition. As for ceding control of the universe to Solvarg once balance was restored? That mattered little to Thanos. Deep down, he yearned for nothing more than a simple life—a life spent as a humble farmer, watching sunsets from the porch of a wooden house.
"That's enough."
Solvarg paused, taken aback as Thanos laid the dominion of the universe at his feet like a gambit. No one could stand firm against the allure of such power, and Solvarg was no exception. He understood the harsh reality.
"Seriously, Thanos?"
Thanos, a figure who spoke only truths, laid out the stark facts: the universe's resources were finite. Managing the population to conserve these resources might not only be necessary—it could be beneficial for the universe and its myriad inhabitants. If the method to achieve this balance involved randomly sparing only half of all life, then so be it. To protect his loved ones while imposing the burden of balance on others seemed like a fair trade to Solvarg. To him, the universe was vast, and morality was ambiguous. In the grand scheme, the lives of countless others in distant civilizations seemed trivial compared to the lives of those he cherished. Would you trade your family and friends to rescue a distant civilization millions of light-years away? Solvarg definitely wouldn't.
A grin played on Solvarg's lips as he surveyed the scene below. The Cyanar people, under the gaze of these two formidable figures, felt their hearts racing. Some were filled with doubt and fear. The fear was palpable. Solvarg contemplated Thanos's proposition. Would he agree out of fear and destroy a planet to safeguard the secret? Or would he take the first step toward balance, starting with Contraxion? But they were powerless against the might of these cosmic tyrants. They could only watch helplessly, knowing that in the vast universe, the strong preyed upon the weak.
Solvarg exchanged a smile with Thanos, his eyes glowing with golden flames. In an instant, Supergiant's unsuspecting head turned to ash, followed by the swift demise of the remaining Chitauri and Vanguard. The surviving Cyanar tribe erupted into shocked cries, realizing they had truly survived, truly were safe. The bracelet on Supergiant's hand remained intact, and Thanos' image flickered momentarily before stabilizing. Though he knew Supergiant desired this end, Thanos couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. He had long sought to sacrifice himself for the universe's balance, yet the act still weighed heavily on him. Thanos glared at Solvarg, silently questioning his sudden actions.
Solvarg sighed, addressing Thanos with a smile, "I told you, a mere illusion wouldn't save her life. Sorry, even if you offered the entire universe in exchange, I'd still refuse."
Solvarg took a deep breath and began to narrate very calmly, "Thanos, I've known about your ideals for a long time. I understand the finiteness and cruelty of this universe, and I respect your willingness to bear the sins of countless lives for a cause!" he stated, showing deep empathy for Thanos's perspective.
"However, Thanos, I'll just say one thing: slaughtering half of all life to balance the universe is something I will never approve!" he asserted, his conviction unwavering. "It has nothing to do with good or evil; it's just that this approach can't truly balance the universe!" he reasoned, his logic clear and sound. "This is the wrong way!" he concluded, his words ringing with finality. "I never want to bear countless sins and walk down the wrong path!" he declared, his stance firm.
Having said that, Solvarg began to ask softly, "Thanos, have you considered? There are countless civilizations in the universe. In this universe, are there more powerful races or more weak races? Do the powerful races consume more resources, or do the weaker races consume more resources? Have you thought about it?" he inquired, prompting Thanos to reflect.
Thanos began to ponder. Solvarg continued, undeterred. His ability to calmly engage in a battle of ideas with Thanos was a remarkable strength, bringing him a profound confidence.
"And then?" Thanos put aside his sadness and asked calmly. Thanos wondered why Solvarg believed his path was wrong.
"We must acknowledge that even the strongest races, who live longer and are more powerful, are but a part of our reality," Caesar declared, his voice resonant with authority. "In the universe, these mighty races make their presence known intermittently."
"Yet, it is the relatively weaker races that dominate most of the universe's territory," he continued. "These weaker races consume immense resources. Despite their frailty, they reproduce prolifically. Even with their losses and fears of extermination, they rebound quickly."
Caesar's tone grew more intense. "Try as you might to reduce their numbers, they recover and even increase. The survivors benefit from the resources left behind by those who perished."
"And what of the powerful races?" Caesar pressed on. "They may produce a single generation in a century, if that. The weaker races, however, continue to multiply. When half of the numbers of powerful races vanish, the vacated territories are seized by these weaker races. They exploit these opportunities to expand, depleting the universe's finite resources."
"What do you think will happen in the end?" Caesar's voice was firm. "The annihilation of all life in the universe will simply come sooner."
Caesar's assertion was clear and unapologetic, his argument a sharp critique of Thanos's philosophy. "This is the pinnacle of your reasoning," Caesar challenged. "Your ideas are simply unworkable."
Thanos muttered under his breath, a dark, contemplative frown on his face. "Clearly, those civilizations that have suffered losses still manage to survive."
"The universe is vast," Caesar continued, dismissing Thanos and his dark quadrant as mere cosmic disruptors. "Apologies, Thanos, but you are renowned as the most infamous terrorist leader in the universe."
"Do you truly expect those civilizations you've supposedly balanced to thrive for fifty or a hundred years?" Caesar's tone was derisive. "Forgive me if I overlooked your subordinates—many of whom are not particularly wise or enduring."
Caesar's mockery was palpable. "You claim to balance the universe while slaughtering countless planets. Do you even remember those you erased fifty or a hundred years ago? It means nothing to you!"
Thanos winced, clutching his head in distress, a sight that shocked the many members of the Blue Spirit tribe who had never seen the Titan in such agony.
"It's almost worth spending a hundred years just to see this," Caesar remarked with a hint of sarcasm.
"Oh, and I was genuinely intrigued by your notion of universal dominance," Caesar admitted. "I do seek adulation, which necessitates abundant life. I know that even if I participated in the slaughter, the universe would forget our deeds in a few decades or centuries, and I'd remain supreme."
"But what's the point?" Caesar continued, his voice carrying a note of futility. "In a hundred years, their numbers would surge again. Would I need to ally with you once more to halve their population?"
"Can we really adhere to this rule, this belief?" Caesar's tone was laden with urgency as he addressed Thanos directly. "This path we follow—fraught with sin and bloodshed—leads only to more destruction."
Thanos's inner conflict was evident, a storm of turmoil raging within him. Yet, Ebony Maw intervened swiftly, using the mind scepter to calm Thanos's tumultuous thoughts. Gradually, Thanos's composure was restored, his resolve hardening.
Despite the ceaseless cycle of violence, Thanos remained steadfast. The weight of his sins was heavy, but he was unyielding. If this burden meant perpetuating death, so be it. For Thanos, the consequences were inconsequential.
However, Caesar had a different proposal.
"In fact, I have a solution—one that doesn't require endless slaughter," Caesar revealed with firm conviction. "But it may involve my rule over the universe."
"Thanos, will you join me?" he extended an offer of partnership. "You would be the right hand of God, the deputy ruler of the cosmos. Together, we can create a universe of balance and harmony."
Caesar's transformation from a power-hungry ruler to a leader offering alliance was evident. His invitation to the notorious Titan was a significant shift in his approach.
Hope arose that Thanos might align with their cause. Caesar's resolve had evolved beyond mere ambition. Unbound by trivial schemes or intimidated by Thanos's terror, he stood as the undisputed ruler of the Weiling universe.
The Blue Spirit tribe watched in stunned silence as their leader made this audacious move. The ruler of Heliosol Sanctum had openly invited the most infamous terrorist leader to join his cause—an event that would be remembered for years to come.
"Enough, Solvarg," Thanos growled angrily. "I've already made up my mind. It's crucial to maintain the balance of the universe!"
"Even without you, I'll find a more efficient way to keep the universe balanced. If once isn't enough, then so be it. I'm prepared to bear this burden forever!"
"And what have you done for the universe's balance, Solvarg?" Thanos shot back.
Solvarg smiled and replied, "I do have a better way to maintain balance, but do you really think you can help me after I take control of the universe?"
Disappointed, Thanos glanced at Supergiant's headless body and was ready to end the conversation. He had no desire to continue speaking with Solvarg.
"Since you can't direct the Collector and Solvarg to follow your plan, find those treasures yourself, and quickly!"
"Okay," Solvarg said, about to disconnect the call when he noticed Thanos lingering.
"The whole universe will come into balance under my rule!" Solvarg declared confidently.
"I killed Supergiant out of anger, for trying to impose your ridiculous extermination-for-balance ideology!" he added, dismissing any further explanation.
"Thanos, are you seeking revenge?" Solvarg challenged, his tone defiant.
But Thanos, though his eyes widened, remained unseen through the nearby jump point.
"Everything is for the universe's balance," Solvarg urged, trying to reason with the absent Titan.
"Be patient, Thanos," he continued, hoping for a response.
Yet, Thanos neither appeared nor acknowledged Solvarg's provocation, merely terminating the communication.
As the image vanished, Solvarg stared into the void and muttered to himself, "Heh, Thanos, are you the master of destiny? Sorry, I control destiny!"
With those words, Solvarg activated his teleportation ability, returning to Planet Solangelia with the Solarion Throne. He left the task of handling the Cyanar clan's settlement to his subordinates.
"Master, apologies, we couldn't locate Thanos' coordinates," Heraldriel reported, leading the fully-armed First Angel Legion and elite Ravagers under his command.
"It's all right. When Thanos resisted my provocation and failed to appear, I had my suspicions," Solvarg replied calmly. "Our ambush was unlikely to succeed."
"Sadly, I've sacrificed countless civilizations in hopes of luring Thanos," he reflected.
Heraldriel bowed her head in silence, while Baraetheriel dared to ask, "Master, do you truly wish to recruit Thanos to our cause?"
Solvarg's smile was wistful. "If he desired, he could be the Left Hand of God. Unfortunately, I couldn't sway him entirely."
"Thanos has strayed too far and paid a hefty price on his misguided path. He cannot turn back," Solvarg lamented.
"Though, I must admit, his philosophy still holds merit. It's a shame," Baraetheriel remarked with emotion.
Solvarg's gaze sharpened as he rebuked her, "You are the Angel of Original Sin, not the Angel of Terror."
"You're tasked with cleaning up civilizations that blaspheme and break their oath, not those that are oblivious," Solvarg emphasized.
"Don't let yourself become a demon!"
"How's that even possible?" Baraetheriel questioned urgently.
"With the Reincarnation Pond, it's impossible for Baraetheriel to turn into a demon. She just has a quirky temperament at times," explained the narrator.
"For instance, even knowing she's no match for Heraldriel, Baraetheriel always goes looking for a fight!"
...
In the secluded confines of the Heliosol Sanctum, Brunnhilde and Solvarg had just completed their training session.
Brunnhilde's curiosity piqued as she inquired, "You claim to have a method to maintain universal balance, yet upon conquering the entire cosmos, you're at a loss?"
"Wouldn't that lead to even more brutality? I've held back for so long, and few have dared to question it!" Solvarg replied, playfully ruffling Brunnhilde's hair.
"It's rather straightforward, actually," Solvarg continued, "Yes, it involves death, but it's not the living who do the killing."
"How's that possible? How could such a thing be achieved?" Brunnhilde asked, her head cocked to the side inquisitively.
Solvarg smirked, "During our training, I often end countless lives, yet I never feel remorse."
"Instead of thinning out the population directly through mass killings, it's better to implement solid birth control laws with severe punishments, thus maintaining universal balance. It's best to control from the outset!"
"Thanos never grasped that," Solvarg added.
Brunnhilde suddenly had an epiphany, "Maybe it's because there are no female Titans in this world that match Thanos' aesthetics!"
"Hahaha," Solvarg burst into laughter, the image of a female Thanos amusing him greatly.
In the depths of the Heliosol Sanctum, Brunnhilde and Solvarg shared a hearty laugh.
The laughter died down, and Brunnhilde inquired once more, "But why not govern directly from the territories we already control?"
"I believe Baraetheriel is certainly up to the task!" she added with a sly grin.
Baraetheriel had sworn to get back at her for the previous slap, and today seemed like the perfect opportunity.
Solvarg Odinson sighed, choosing not to directly address Brunnhilde's question.
"The universe is vast beyond comprehension," he said thoughtfully.
"Yet, in some ways, it feels too small," he continued. "Even if you're prepared to weaken your forces to preserve the balance of the universe, the Kree Empire and the Shi'ar Empire will never agree!"
Solvarg's mind wandered to the resources extracted from his territory over the years. It felt like an insurmountable challenge.
His empire was expanding rapidly, comprising a diverse mix of raiders, believers, and allied civilizations. Despite this progress, Solvarg lacked the advanced technology he needed.
Angel technology, particularly that found in the Reincarnation Pool, was exceptionally powerful but uniquely accessible only to the Angels.
What Solvarg desperately needed were advanced space battleships and fighters—crucial tools for his soldiers to patrol the universe's borders. Unfortunately, such technology could only be procured from the Kree Empire and the Shi'ar Empire in exchange for vast amounts of resources—many times more than the cost of a completed space battleship.
And they were not inclined to share their cutting-edge technology.
There was little Solvarg could do about it. Even if he could invest immense resources, without access to the right technology tree, he couldn't develop a space battleship with equivalent capabilities.
If resources alone could solve all problems, the universe wouldn't be filled with so many struggling civilizations.
Nevertheless, possessing those space battleships and fighter planes wouldn't necessarily determine the ultimate fate of civilization, as the supreme combat power remains uncertain.
Solvarg was deeply troubled by the fact that the two empires were accumulating resources without consequence. He needed to address this issue urgently.
It was unfortunate that the core technology of the Skrull Empire hadn't been preserved in the Andromeda Galaxy. The core technology of other civilizations might only be accessible if Solvarg was prepared to wage war with major forces...
This would involve a conflict devastating enough to ravage countless planets over an extended period, and even then, such technologies might remain out of reach.
Such core technologies belonged to entire super civilizations. Even if he had the choice between destruction or retreating to the edge of the universe like the Skrulls, he wasn't prepared to simply preserve them and hand them over to his enemies. Perhaps the enemy who had been targeted was more likely to turn them against their foes.
Maybe Solvarg should consider forming his own research team. Eleven years had passed since Solvarg left Sakar and encountered Captain Marvel.
In the eleventh year, the commander of the Third Legion of the Angel Legion, Hamael, during the ravagers attack on angels, the formidable spaceships of former skrull empire had intrigued him , leaving to develop a strong curiosity towards technology, was appointed. His primary role was managing internal affairs rather than engaging in external warfare. The Angels, leading the Third Angel Corps, became Solvarg's technology research and development team.
Their initial mission was to find methods to crack the inferior space warships and fighters supplied by the Kree Empire and the Shi'ar Empire. By the twelfth year, Solvarg's scientific team had expanded further.
A small portion of the former Skrull Empire's territory had failed to embrace the Angel's faith. By the thirteenth year, a newly recruited Angel joined Solvarg's research and development team, infused with a significant amount of Angelic faith.
Hamael was promoted to the rank of a king-level Angel, known as the King of Heaven, marking the cornerstone of the Heliosol Sanctum. This promotion enhanced Hamael's scientific research capabilities, leading to the successful cracking and imitation of the Shi'ar Empire's space fighter that year.
By the fourteenth year, Hamael had also cracked the design of the Kree Empire's space battleship.
Angelic faith had finally taken root in the former territory of the Skrull Empire, now known as the Heliosol Order. Alongside this, a new wave of Angels joined the scientific research team.
Following Hamael's suggestion, Solvarg gathered scientists from allied civilizations to advance the technology of fighter planes and warships for the Shi'ar and Kree Empires. Despite the lack of samples, research and imitation progressed steadily, though significant barriers emerged with each technological breakthrough.
Top scientists like Hamael attempted to overcome these obstacles forcefully, while others resigned themselves to the prospect of overcoming them over an unimaginable time span.
How long could this take—perhaps a thousand years? The three major empires of the original universe had evolved over millions of years.
In the fifteenth year, a new Angel joined Hamael's scientific research team, completing the Third Angel Corps. However, progress stalled this year, much to Hamael's dismay. They confessed to Solvarg that without the combined might of the three kings and full support from all Angels, achieving the top-tier levels of technology for the two empires within a short period was nearly impossible.
Heraldriel led the formidable First Angel Corps under Solvarg's command, spreading Angelic faith across the universe. Meanwhile, Baraetheriel commanded the Second Angel Legion, protecting Solvarg's territories from blasphemous races and civilizations.
Despite their dedicated efforts, Solvarg felt increasingly helpless. He supported Hamael's gradual optimization, aware that technological advancements would not yield immediate results.
However, a message from Heimdallr sparked a new idea in Solvarg's mind, hinting at a potential breakthrough that could dramatically enhance his scientific research team's capabilities in the near future.