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Chapter 502: The Legendary Dormammu (1)
On New Krypton, Cybertron's second satellite, a batch of Kryptonians emerged from the Genesis Chamber.
The Genesis Chamber had been moved from General Zod's mothership and was further expanded.
This first batch of Kryptonians numbered two thousand, evenly split between male and female.
Just as with the Transformers, Tony would consciously guide their specific abilities while they were still developing in their incubation sacs. However, unlike on old Krypton, he didn't lock their roles in place, which had caused a rigid caste system.
For instance, these two thousand Kryptonians primarily included various professions such as architects, gardeners, gourmets, farmers, and soldiers. This was to account for New Krypton's founding stages—at the very least, someone had to be responsible for the basic necessities of life, right?
Although Ultron could handle most of the work himself, Tony chose not to do so. Instead, he intended to guide them slowly, planning to have Ultron gradually take over some of the low- to mid-level tasks in the future.
These two thousand Kryptonians were born with relevant abilities: architects knew construction, gourmets understood food, and so on. But if they were exposed to more later in life and developed other interests, they could change careers at any time. An architect, for example, could become a chef and cook for a gourmet to taste.
As for whether the gourmet would be poisoned to death, that wasn't a problem Tony needed to consider.
In short, innate guidance followed by freedom to develop later in life—this was Tony's approach to the new Kryptonians. They were all his people, and he would treat them all as equals.
"Is this the yellow sun? It feels amazing." Hant, clad in a suit of black armor that made his frame look incredibly robust, was looking up at the sun in the sky.
He stared directly at it with wide eyes, his expression filled with longing and excitement.
Every second, vast amounts of solar radiation washed over him, making him feel incredibly warm, as if his very soul was ascending.
While he was still in the incubation sac, Tony had instilled knowledge into them. Hant understood that as a Kryptonian, he was a child of the yellow sun.
Wherever there is a yellow sun, Kryptonians are invincible.
Oh, it seemed they had weaknesses too? But that wasn't important. What mattered was the yellow sun. Hant instantly fell in love with the feeling of sunbathing.
As the commander of the New Krypton Army—even though he only had a hundred soldiers under his command—it didn't bother him. He just wanted to bask in the sun.
"General, a new batch of our people has been born," a soldier ran over to report to him.
Hant nodded and hurried to the Genesis Chamber to welcome the new batch of his compatriots. Although the population of New Krypton was sparse for now, Hant knew this was only the beginning.
He had seen Tony many times and knew what grand ambitions Tony, their creator, possessed.
And fulfilling Tony's ambitions was Hant's ambition.
...
Meanwhile, Tony was on Cybertron, in the high council chamber, contemplating his next move.
Increasing the population and establishing independent systems of divine power and magic were urgent tasks.
At the very least, the most fundamental parts of the divine power and magic systems had to be constructed, to be perfected slowly over time.
"The mutants have migrated to Cybertron, so the extinction of mutants on Earth is just a matter of time. I must consider confronting the Celestials..."
Tony sat on the Mobius Chair, his figure tall and imposing, his posture erect. His face was as stoic as a mountain as he fell into silence.
The Mobius Chair. He had seldom used it since seizing it from Metron. Metron had expressed his desire to reclaim the chair on more than one occasion, but Tony had ignored him every time.
He still had a use for this chair and wouldn't easily return it to that fellow Metron. Even though Metron had also come to Cybertron, he had no intention of giving it back.
What was the point of returning it? To let Metron's ego swell even further? To let his baffling self-confidence explode?
"Then there's the Doomsday project. To recreate a genetic template that can match the ancient Doomsday, a massive number of test subjects will be necessary. Sooner or later, I'll have to travel to other universes to spread the Doomsday virus and select the most suitable products."
This act was destined to cause great chaos in a universe. Countless Doomsdays of varying quality would appear in a swarm... Even if it were just ordinary humans infected by the Doomsday virus, becoming powerful and insane, it would be enough to cause immense trouble.
Tony would be hunted across universes by the powerhouses of that universe.
Therefore, he had to choose carefully, preferably a remote galaxy in a decaying universe.
"Then there are the Guardians. I've established the Cybertron system in Sector 2814, but I don't know their stance on it. Optimus Prime is still training with the Green Lantern Corps, and that process will take some time..."
"Parallax also needs to be captured at the right opportunity. It would be best not to let Sinestro get his hands on it first. I must prepare in advance for the coming of the Blackest Night. Otherwise, facing the countless Black Lanterns of those who have died over hundreds of millions of years, no matter how many troops I can spawn, I'll eventually be worn down and killed."
"And then there's Death... and the reaction from Apokolips."
Tony's brow furrowed slightly.
To say nothing of Death, her loyal dog Thanos would surely make a move.
As for Apokolips, he also had to be wary. They would definitely send someone to investigate the situation.
There were so many things to attend to.
Tony slowly rose, opened a portal, and stepped into the Dark Dimension.
Darkness still shrouded everything. Tony strode through the void, looking at the dead and silent planets, their decay stretching back an unknown number of years.
In this vast Dark Dimension, the only sign of life came from the few hundred ancient demonic mutants led by Zach.
Tony descended from the sky, appearing before Zach, who was directing his people in the construction of a sculpture.
"Ah, my lord! What brings you here?" Zach's face was full of reverence. He hastily dropped the miscellaneous items in his hands and hurried before Tony.
He would never forget the day Tony descended upon their closed-off dimension, forcefully killed Azazel, and led the survivors who had surrendered away from that nightmarish world.
Although the Dark Dimension was hardly a good place, to them, it was already heaven.
In just a few years, they had even welcomed dozens of new infants—something that would have been unimaginable before.
"Where is Dormammu?" Tony glanced up at the thousand-meter-tall statue of Dormammu, the corner of his mouth twitching as he asked.
"We haven't seen Lord Dormammu in a long time... Ever since a powerful enemy invaded the Dark Dimension a few months ago, Lord Dormammu has not returned."
Zach was uneasy. He hesitated for a moment, then closed his mouth.
"You think he's dead?" Tony said with disdain. "This is the Dark Dimension, Dormammu's home turf. Given how that guy cherishes his life, there's no way he'd be killed so easily... At least when facing an enemy like Doomsday, who has no interest in him, he most likely survived."
Tony glanced at Zach, then swept his gaze over the other fearful demonic mutants, paying particular attention to the infants in the arms of many of the women. He paused for a moment, then opened a portal.
"You have earned the right to welcome a new beginning. Zach, take your people and go to the new world."
(end of chapter)
On New Krypton, Cybertron's second satellite, a batch of Kryptonians emerged from the Genesis Chamber.
The Genesis Chamber had been moved from General Zod's mothership and was further expanded.
This first batch of Kryptonians numbered two thousand, evenly split between male and female.
Just as with the Transformers, Tony would consciously guide their specific abilities while they were still developing in their incubation sacs. However, unlike on old Krypton, he didn't lock their roles in place, which had caused a rigid caste system.
For instance, these two thousand Kryptonians primarily included various professions such as architects, gardeners, gourmets, farmers, and soldiers. This was to account for New Krypton's founding stages—at the very least, someone had to be responsible for the basic necessities of life, right?
Although Ultron could handle most of the work himself, Tony chose not to do so. Instead, he intended to guide them slowly, planning to have Ultron gradually take over some of the low- to mid-level tasks in the future.
These two thousand Kryptonians were born with relevant abilities: architects knew construction, gourmets understood food, and so on. But if they were exposed to more later in life and developed other interests, they could change careers at any time. An architect, for example, could become a chef and cook for a gourmet to taste.
As for whether the gourmet would be poisoned to death, that wasn't a problem Tony needed to consider.
In short, innate guidance followed by freedom to develop later in life—this was Tony's approach to the new Kryptonians. They were all his people, and he would treat them all as equals.
"Is this the yellow sun? It feels amazing." Hant, clad in a suit of black armor that made his frame look incredibly robust, was looking up at the sun in the sky.
He stared directly at it with wide eyes, his expression filled with longing and excitement.
Every second, vast amounts of solar radiation washed over him, making him feel incredibly warm, as if his very soul was ascending.
While he was still in the incubation sac, Tony had instilled knowledge into them. Hant understood that as a Kryptonian, he was a child of the yellow sun.
Wherever there is a yellow sun, Kryptonians are invincible.
Oh, it seemed they had weaknesses too? But that wasn't important. What mattered was the yellow sun. Hant instantly fell in love with the feeling of sunbathing.
As the commander of the New Krypton Army—even though he only had a hundred soldiers under his command—it didn't bother him. He just wanted to bask in the sun.
"General, a new batch of our people has been born," a soldier ran over to report to him.
Hant nodded and hurried to the Genesis Chamber to welcome the new batch of his compatriots. Although the population of New Krypton was sparse for now, Hant knew this was only the beginning.
He had seen Tony many times and knew what grand ambitions Tony, their creator, possessed.
And fulfilling Tony's ambitions was Hant's ambition.
...
Meanwhile, Tony was on Cybertron, in the high council chamber, contemplating his next move.
Increasing the population and establishing independent systems of divine power and magic were urgent tasks.
At the very least, the most fundamental parts of the divine power and magic systems had to be constructed, to be perfected slowly over time.
"The mutants have migrated to Cybertron, so the extinction of mutants on Earth is just a matter of time. I must consider confronting the Celestials..."
Tony sat on the Mobius Chair, his figure tall and imposing, his posture erect. His face was as stoic as a mountain as he fell into silence.
The Mobius Chair. He had seldom used it since seizing it from Metron. Metron had expressed his desire to reclaim the chair on more than one occasion, but Tony had ignored him every time.
He still had a use for this chair and wouldn't easily return it to that fellow Metron. Even though Metron had also come to Cybertron, he had no intention of giving it back.
What was the point of returning it? To let Metron's ego swell even further? To let his baffling self-confidence explode?
"Then there's the Doomsday project. To recreate a genetic template that can match the ancient Doomsday, a massive number of test subjects will be necessary. Sooner or later, I'll have to travel to other universes to spread the Doomsday virus and select the most suitable products."
This act was destined to cause great chaos in a universe. Countless Doomsdays of varying quality would appear in a swarm... Even if it were just ordinary humans infected by the Doomsday virus, becoming powerful and insane, it would be enough to cause immense trouble.
Tony would be hunted across universes by the powerhouses of that universe.
Therefore, he had to choose carefully, preferably a remote galaxy in a decaying universe.
"Then there are the Guardians. I've established the Cybertron system in Sector 2814, but I don't know their stance on it. Optimus Prime is still training with the Green Lantern Corps, and that process will take some time..."
"Parallax also needs to be captured at the right opportunity. It would be best not to let Sinestro get his hands on it first. I must prepare in advance for the coming of the Blackest Night. Otherwise, facing the countless Black Lanterns of those who have died over hundreds of millions of years, no matter how many troops I can spawn, I'll eventually be worn down and killed."
"And then there's Death... and the reaction from Apokolips."
Tony's brow furrowed slightly.
To say nothing of Death, her loyal dog Thanos would surely make a move.
As for Apokolips, he also had to be wary. They would definitely send someone to investigate the situation.
There were so many things to attend to.
Tony slowly rose, opened a portal, and stepped into the Dark Dimension.
Darkness still shrouded everything. Tony strode through the void, looking at the dead and silent planets, their decay stretching back an unknown number of years.
In this vast Dark Dimension, the only sign of life came from the few hundred ancient demonic mutants led by Zach.
Tony descended from the sky, appearing before Zach, who was directing his people in the construction of a sculpture.
"Ah, my lord! What brings you here?" Zach's face was full of reverence. He hastily dropped the miscellaneous items in his hands and hurried before Tony.
He would never forget the day Tony descended upon their closed-off dimension, forcefully killed Azazel, and led the survivors who had surrendered away from that nightmarish world.
Although the Dark Dimension was hardly a good place, to them, it was already heaven.
In just a few years, they had even welcomed dozens of new infants—something that would have been unimaginable before.
"Where is Dormammu?" Tony glanced up at the thousand-meter-tall statue of Dormammu, the corner of his mouth twitching as he asked.
"We haven't seen Lord Dormammu in a long time... Ever since a powerful enemy invaded the Dark Dimension a few months ago, Lord Dormammu has not returned."
Zach was uneasy. He hesitated for a moment, then closed his mouth.
"You think he's dead?" Tony said with disdain. "This is the Dark Dimension, Dormammu's home turf. Given how that guy cherishes his life, there's no way he'd be killed so easily... At least when facing an enemy like Doomsday, who has no interest in him, he most likely survived."
Tony glanced at Zach, then swept his gaze over the other fearful demonic mutants, paying particular attention to the infants in the arms of many of the women. He paused for a moment, then opened a portal.
"You have earned the right to welcome a new beginning. Zach, take your people and go to the new world."
(end of chapter)
