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Chapter 498: Cybertron
"Galactus! Why is he at our Skrull Empire's homeworld?"
The King was a mix of shock and fury. "Of all the places in the vast Andromeda Galaxy, why the hell did he have to target our homeworld???"
The destruction of the coordinates on a few mining planets was already enough to enrage the Skrulls, but when the figure of Galactus appeared not far from the Skrull Empire's homeworld, all that remained was despair.
"Galactus is easy to talk to. We'll send someone to negotiate," the King ordered, clinging to a sliver of hope. "I've heard that before Galactus eats a planet, he lets the weaker lifeforms on it escape. We can offer him more delicious planets as compensation, let him eat his fill, and just ask him to spare our homeworld."
Galactus was practically a synonym for disaster.
Perhaps in Tony's eyes, his perception of Uncle Galactus was quite amicable...
After all, in this day and age, anyone who hadn't taken down Galactus a few times couldn't even call themselves a superhero.
But for the Skrulls, he was an absolute catastrophe. They had spent a long time without their civilization producing a Level Seven powerhouse. What could they possibly use to fight Galactus?
Moreover, an ordinary Level Seven powerhouse was no match for Galactus. His sheer size was too immense. It was like an ordinary human taking a sharp blade and slashing a humpback whale—the wound would be insignificant.
If Galactus got serious, or was enraged from having his food stolen, his combat power would skyrocket in an instant.
Clinging to their shred of hope, the Skrulls sent someone to contact the Herald who accompanied Galactus. Unfortunately, they couldn't find him and had no choice but to brace themselves and approach Galactus directly.
Soon, another messenger came stumbling and crawling in to report, "Your Majesty! Our emissary was killed by Galactus!"
"How could that be? What did Galactus say?"
"The moment Galactus opened his mouth, our emissary was killed by the shockwave! It was a tragic sight!"
"..."
The Skrulls were thrown into a daze, despair reflected in every eye.
In truth, Galactus had no intention of wasting words with them. He went straight for a bite. He was truly starving, even hungrier than before.
No matter who he wanted to get revenge on, he had to eat first, right? The Skrull homeworld was the meal Galactus had set his sights on.
He abruptly reached out, his hands wrapping around the planet at superluminal speed as he cautiously scanned his surroundings.
The immense force instantly sent the Skrull homeworld into a state of collapse. Countless surface structures were destroyed. Before the gigantic hands that loomed like mountains and gripped the planet tightly, the crust began to crumble and volcanoes erupted.
It was a scene straight out of an apocalypse.
Galactus warily eyed his surroundings, then opened his mouth and took a quick, crunchy bite. Holding the piece in his mouth, he continued to stare intently at his surroundings, looking left and right.
Only then did he begin to chew.
Munch, munch.
"So tasty..." Galactus swallowed with an expression of enjoyment, then immediately froze again, his eyes glinting fiercely as he scanned the area, on guard against that despicable bug.
After confirming that everything was safe, he continued to devour the lunch in his hands, remaining vigilant of any disturbance.
A small escape spaceship fled frantically from the planet that now had a huge chunk missing. The Skrull King watched his planet with a look of grief.
"What in the world happened! Why has Galactus suddenly become so ferocious!!!"
Tears almost streamed down the King's face as he watched the incredibly swift movements of Galactus, which were completely different from what their intelligence files described.
He watched helplessly as his homeworld was devoured by Galactus, bite by bite. The wailing citizens, the erupting lava, the collapsing core, and every spark of fire were all stuffed into Galactus's mouth.
"Delicious..." Galactus savored the taste, feeling a bit of his vital energy return and his hunger pangs subside. He immediately shot off towards the next planet.
"What have we Skrulls done? Why did Galactus come here? And most importantly, why has he become so savage and tyrannical? Could the intelligence we gathered have been wrong?"
The Skrull leadership wept in despair aboard their spaceship.
"The Kree! It must have been the Kree! They lured Galactus here to destroy our homeworld! They misled us, giving us false intelligence!! That has to be it! The Kree did this! Those despicable mongrels!!!" one of the high-ranking Skrulls suddenly roared.
All the high-ranking Skrulls paused, then a glint flashed in their eyes. "That's right, the Kree did it!"
"Those animals, they've always been like this! Primitive and barbaric!"
"They've been plotting all along, using this method to destroy our homeworld and inflict heavy losses upon us Skrulls!"
"A conspiracy! This is a conspiracy!"
"Declare war! Make the Kree pay the price!"
They all gnashed their teeth, their pale green skin turning blood-red with rage.
And so, a huge pile of blame was heaped upon the Kree yet again. In the Skrull Empire, it didn't matter where you were from; as long as you publicly cursed, "Damn those Kree!" you could become a friend of the Skrulls.
They were filled with grief and indignation. It was bad enough that Galactus had arrived, but for him to start eating so ferociously and swiftly without even a word—it was something they couldn't comprehend. They could only attribute it to faulty intelligence.
Yes, that was it. It was a Kree conspiracy. They had been scheming all along, trying to destroy the Skrull Empire in a way that would leave no trace!
But they never expected their plan to be seen through by the brilliant Skrulls!
A massive war was brewing. Throughout the Andromeda Galaxy, the scattered Skrulls began to mobilize, preparing to launch a long and protracted war against the Large Magellanic Cloud.
Who knew how long this war would last.
...
Tony had no idea that his actions had caused Galactus to inflict even greater damage upon the Skrulls, allowing only a few high-ranking officials to escape in disgrace.
Even if he had known, he wouldn't have cared.
In the Cybertron star system of the Centaurus constellation in the Milky Way Galaxy, between the second and third planets, a huge amount of matter was piled up.
This incredibly vast collection of matter was enough to form a complete planet—a metal planet.
Cybertron was undoubtedly composed mainly of metal, but its surface had to be covered with vegetation. If for no other reason, the Vibranium plants from Wakanda that he had brought from Earth were an exceptionally rare species that required soil to grow.
These plants, which had mutated from the radiation of the Vibranium Mine, contained trace amounts of the Vibranium element. Although extraction was difficult and the reserves were incredibly scarce, every little bit counted. Furthermore, they could use gene technology to augment these plants, making them produce even more Vibranium.
"One planet, two satellites. This will be the structure of the Earth-Moon System. I also need to adjust the atmospheric composition..."
Even in his past life, an ordinary human from Earth could survive and breathe freely on Cybertron. Cybertron and Earth were already incredibly similar, including their atmospheric composition and oxygen levels.
Transformers also needed oxygen to cool their chassis.
Tony pondered as he controlled the massive amount of matter, causing it to gather frantically into incredibly dense spheres, which then merged with each other to form an even larger celestial body.
Planet Creation with his bare hands.
Bit by bit, the planet Cybertron took shape. Finally, a metal planet slightly larger than Earth appeared, dark gray in color and shimmering with a deep, metallic luster.
It just took some time, that's all.
(end of chapter)
"Galactus! Why is he at our Skrull Empire's homeworld?"
The King was a mix of shock and fury. "Of all the places in the vast Andromeda Galaxy, why the hell did he have to target our homeworld???"
The destruction of the coordinates on a few mining planets was already enough to enrage the Skrulls, but when the figure of Galactus appeared not far from the Skrull Empire's homeworld, all that remained was despair.
"Galactus is easy to talk to. We'll send someone to negotiate," the King ordered, clinging to a sliver of hope. "I've heard that before Galactus eats a planet, he lets the weaker lifeforms on it escape. We can offer him more delicious planets as compensation, let him eat his fill, and just ask him to spare our homeworld."
Galactus was practically a synonym for disaster.
Perhaps in Tony's eyes, his perception of Uncle Galactus was quite amicable...
After all, in this day and age, anyone who hadn't taken down Galactus a few times couldn't even call themselves a superhero.
But for the Skrulls, he was an absolute catastrophe. They had spent a long time without their civilization producing a Level Seven powerhouse. What could they possibly use to fight Galactus?
Moreover, an ordinary Level Seven powerhouse was no match for Galactus. His sheer size was too immense. It was like an ordinary human taking a sharp blade and slashing a humpback whale—the wound would be insignificant.
If Galactus got serious, or was enraged from having his food stolen, his combat power would skyrocket in an instant.
Clinging to their shred of hope, the Skrulls sent someone to contact the Herald who accompanied Galactus. Unfortunately, they couldn't find him and had no choice but to brace themselves and approach Galactus directly.
Soon, another messenger came stumbling and crawling in to report, "Your Majesty! Our emissary was killed by Galactus!"
"How could that be? What did Galactus say?"
"The moment Galactus opened his mouth, our emissary was killed by the shockwave! It was a tragic sight!"
"..."
The Skrulls were thrown into a daze, despair reflected in every eye.
In truth, Galactus had no intention of wasting words with them. He went straight for a bite. He was truly starving, even hungrier than before.
No matter who he wanted to get revenge on, he had to eat first, right? The Skrull homeworld was the meal Galactus had set his sights on.
He abruptly reached out, his hands wrapping around the planet at superluminal speed as he cautiously scanned his surroundings.
The immense force instantly sent the Skrull homeworld into a state of collapse. Countless surface structures were destroyed. Before the gigantic hands that loomed like mountains and gripped the planet tightly, the crust began to crumble and volcanoes erupted.
It was a scene straight out of an apocalypse.
Galactus warily eyed his surroundings, then opened his mouth and took a quick, crunchy bite. Holding the piece in his mouth, he continued to stare intently at his surroundings, looking left and right.
Only then did he begin to chew.
Munch, munch.
"So tasty..." Galactus swallowed with an expression of enjoyment, then immediately froze again, his eyes glinting fiercely as he scanned the area, on guard against that despicable bug.
After confirming that everything was safe, he continued to devour the lunch in his hands, remaining vigilant of any disturbance.
A small escape spaceship fled frantically from the planet that now had a huge chunk missing. The Skrull King watched his planet with a look of grief.
"What in the world happened! Why has Galactus suddenly become so ferocious!!!"
Tears almost streamed down the King's face as he watched the incredibly swift movements of Galactus, which were completely different from what their intelligence files described.
He watched helplessly as his homeworld was devoured by Galactus, bite by bite. The wailing citizens, the erupting lava, the collapsing core, and every spark of fire were all stuffed into Galactus's mouth.
"Delicious..." Galactus savored the taste, feeling a bit of his vital energy return and his hunger pangs subside. He immediately shot off towards the next planet.
"What have we Skrulls done? Why did Galactus come here? And most importantly, why has he become so savage and tyrannical? Could the intelligence we gathered have been wrong?"
The Skrull leadership wept in despair aboard their spaceship.
"The Kree! It must have been the Kree! They lured Galactus here to destroy our homeworld! They misled us, giving us false intelligence!! That has to be it! The Kree did this! Those despicable mongrels!!!" one of the high-ranking Skrulls suddenly roared.
All the high-ranking Skrulls paused, then a glint flashed in their eyes. "That's right, the Kree did it!"
"Those animals, they've always been like this! Primitive and barbaric!"
"They've been plotting all along, using this method to destroy our homeworld and inflict heavy losses upon us Skrulls!"
"A conspiracy! This is a conspiracy!"
"Declare war! Make the Kree pay the price!"
They all gnashed their teeth, their pale green skin turning blood-red with rage.
And so, a huge pile of blame was heaped upon the Kree yet again. In the Skrull Empire, it didn't matter where you were from; as long as you publicly cursed, "Damn those Kree!" you could become a friend of the Skrulls.
They were filled with grief and indignation. It was bad enough that Galactus had arrived, but for him to start eating so ferociously and swiftly without even a word—it was something they couldn't comprehend. They could only attribute it to faulty intelligence.
Yes, that was it. It was a Kree conspiracy. They had been scheming all along, trying to destroy the Skrull Empire in a way that would leave no trace!
But they never expected their plan to be seen through by the brilliant Skrulls!
A massive war was brewing. Throughout the Andromeda Galaxy, the scattered Skrulls began to mobilize, preparing to launch a long and protracted war against the Large Magellanic Cloud.
Who knew how long this war would last.
...
Tony had no idea that his actions had caused Galactus to inflict even greater damage upon the Skrulls, allowing only a few high-ranking officials to escape in disgrace.
Even if he had known, he wouldn't have cared.
In the Cybertron star system of the Centaurus constellation in the Milky Way Galaxy, between the second and third planets, a huge amount of matter was piled up.
This incredibly vast collection of matter was enough to form a complete planet—a metal planet.
Cybertron was undoubtedly composed mainly of metal, but its surface had to be covered with vegetation. If for no other reason, the Vibranium plants from Wakanda that he had brought from Earth were an exceptionally rare species that required soil to grow.
These plants, which had mutated from the radiation of the Vibranium Mine, contained trace amounts of the Vibranium element. Although extraction was difficult and the reserves were incredibly scarce, every little bit counted. Furthermore, they could use gene technology to augment these plants, making them produce even more Vibranium.
"One planet, two satellites. This will be the structure of the Earth-Moon System. I also need to adjust the atmospheric composition..."
Even in his past life, an ordinary human from Earth could survive and breathe freely on Cybertron. Cybertron and Earth were already incredibly similar, including their atmospheric composition and oxygen levels.
Transformers also needed oxygen to cool their chassis.
Tony pondered as he controlled the massive amount of matter, causing it to gather frantically into incredibly dense spheres, which then merged with each other to form an even larger celestial body.
Planet Creation with his bare hands.
Bit by bit, the planet Cybertron took shape. Finally, a metal planet slightly larger than Earth appeared, dark gray in color and shimmering with a deep, metallic luster.
It just took some time, that's all.
(end of chapter)
