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Chapter 514: Cosmic Mercenary Center
The entire planet of Cybertron is the third planet in the Cybertron system.
Besides the man-made planet Cybertron, there are a total of twelve other planets of varying sizes.
Thirteen in total, which perfectly matches the number of The Thirteen Primes.
"The Thirteen Primes are about to awaken. Have the strategists at the War Center draw up the relevant plans. We must ensure that a Prime is stationed on each planet. As for the names of the planets... just name them after the Primes," Tony instructed.
"Then what about the remaining Prime?" Ultra Magnus asked.
"Just station him on Cybertron—or throw him onto Warworld. In any case, Warworld doesn't have a master yet."
Tony waved his hand nonchalantly.
The Thirteen Primes were thirteen incomparably powerful Transformers that Tony had poured his heart and soul into creating. He had meticulously extracted the most primordial gene fragments, each with immeasurable potential, directly from the source of the CNA and continuously pieced them together.
He had failed hundreds of millions of times in the process.
Each gene chain was incredibly complex; the slightest mistake would cause a collapse, forcing him to start over from scratch. Heaven knows how many times Tony failed before he found the thirteen most successful combinations. On top of that, he had consumed a massive amount of the Allspark for their initial creation.
They started as demigods. Their long period of slumber was to integrate their gene chains and bodies, and more importantly, to allow their consciousnesses to mature more completely.
This was to avoid waking them up carelessly only to find they were a bunch of imbeciles...
Tony sensed that those thirteen were about to awaken. He had to give them something to do, no matter what. To be honest, Tony was also looking forward to seeing the state and future of these thirteen Primes.
Starting as demigods, they were practically the cosmic elite of the entire universe, blessed by fate—the sons of a Child of the Plane.
Countless billions of beings had poured their hearts and souls into breaking the mortal barrier, only to fail for various reasons.
The demigod stage is the boundary between mortal and deity. This very threshold had blocked countless brilliant and talented beings.
Thanos was merely a demigod. As for Tony, disregarding his noble essence as a singular god, he too was stuck at the threshold of a peak demigod, and further ascension was fraught with difficulties.
And yet, The Thirteen Primes started as demigods. If word of this got out, a horde of people would probably be furious enough to spit blood, running to Cybertron with knives and bloodshot eyes, ready to fight to the death.
Tony sat atop a mountain of Vibranium, a massive peak he had moved here directly. He stood up as the wind howled, taking a deep breath. Looking down from his high perch like a deity, filled with the pride of a creator, he gazed upon his world, sensing the thick scent of construction in the air.
"Hmm, the pollution is pretty bad..."
Tony murmured, took another whiff, and grimaced. Disgusting.
"Who's being so reckless?" Tony looked upwind, where a fellow named Devastator was working with great gusto.
Forty-two meters tall, he directly hoisted a building onto his shoulder and started walking. Every step he took caused the metal ground to groan in agony—a sign that it couldn't bear the immense weight.
"When it comes to the Cybertron demolition squad, who's the strongest?"
"Of course, it's me, Devastator!!!"
As the combined form of the Constructicons, Devastator specialized in construction, and his greatest talent was violent demolition.
See that building? With a great heave, he lifted.
Then the building snapped in half, smashing into a group of unlucky construction crew bots.
Muffled curses and complaints arose. Devastator was being scorned yet again.
"Outrageous! How did it collapse?"
"Oh no, it's a chemical plant! And it's directly under the Academy of Sciences? Who knows what kind of terrifying things that madman Shockwave was researching in there."
"Hook, you rascal, hurry up and show off your skills."
Hook, who formed the head and shoulders, paused. Seeming a little shy, he then opened his mouth and sprayed out a large glob of green.
Hook had an artistic streak; he loved creating art, but he loved spraying others green even more. It's said that even now, Bruticus is still traumatized by him.
Instantly, a dead silence fell. All the bots present lapsed into a strange silence.
Tony watched this scene speechlessly and shook his head.
"Warworld shouldn't just exist as a war fortress; it can have a greater purpose..."
Tony mused, then took a step forward. A portal opened, and in the next second, he appeared inside Warworld, in the center of its massive arena.
This was where Mongul used to watch his countless slaves slaughter each other in bloody combat—his place of entertainment.
"I might as well turn it into a cosmic mercenary center." Tony narrowed his eyes. He had to admit, Warworld was the perfect place for it.
It was already a war fortress. Mongul had painstakingly managed it for so many years that the various facilities inside the planetoid were long since perfected, including canteens, prisons, arenas, and more. It had everything.
A natural venue.
Tony intended to turn this place into the central haven for mercenaries and bounty hunters in the entire universe. Conveniently, some matters that were difficult to handle internally on Cybertron could be issued as contract missions here.
This satellite beneath Tony's feet would become a different kind of cosmic hub.
What? You ask about the Collector's Nowhere? What does that have to do with Tony?
If worse comes to worst, he'll just rob the Collector.
Besides, that old fellow had already guessed Tony's unique nature and had deliberately shown signs of wanting to be on good terms. Back when Tony was found sleeping, the Collector had specially built an expensive hibernation pod for him, designed to help Tony consolidate the complex and chaotic information aggregate.
The fifteen old geezers of the Elders of the Universe were masters of self-preservation. They would never easily offend anyone, much less make unnecessary enemies.
This was the secret to their survival to this day.
And Tony was a risky investment for the Collector, one he hoped would pay off.
What was he truly after by latching onto a singularity? Security was definitely the top priority.
Secondly, it was the Sphere of the Gods.
The beings living in the Omni-Sphere World had no reliable guarantee of their safety. Perhaps some cosmic powerhouse, on a whim, might just wipe out the entire multiverse. Then, someday, they might remember and decide to restore it.
What if some people were missed in the restoration?
Undoubtedly, while the Sphere of the Gods was a place where powerhouses were a dime a dozen and deities were as common as dirt, at least one wouldn't have to worry about being erased as easily as an ant.
As long as his patron was powerful enough to protect him, it would mean eternal life and indestructible security. He would have ample time and resources to do whatever he pleased. As for a lack of resources? With an endless life, even if he had to save up bit by bit, he would eventually accumulate what he needed. It was only a matter of time.
Tony was naturally well aware of the Collector's intentions, and he didn't mind accepting the Collector as a denizen of his planet.
He was just an old fellow with a collecting obsession and high emotional intelligence. There was no problem with that.
Therefore, Tony felt a little more justified in his plan to rob Nowhere.
The Collector was about to have a very bad day. His collection of treasures, gathered over more than ten billion years, was likely no longer safe, because a ferocious wolf had once again descended upon his territory.
(end of chapter)
The entire planet of Cybertron is the third planet in the Cybertron system.
Besides the man-made planet Cybertron, there are a total of twelve other planets of varying sizes.
Thirteen in total, which perfectly matches the number of The Thirteen Primes.
"The Thirteen Primes are about to awaken. Have the strategists at the War Center draw up the relevant plans. We must ensure that a Prime is stationed on each planet. As for the names of the planets... just name them after the Primes," Tony instructed.
"Then what about the remaining Prime?" Ultra Magnus asked.
"Just station him on Cybertron—or throw him onto Warworld. In any case, Warworld doesn't have a master yet."
Tony waved his hand nonchalantly.
The Thirteen Primes were thirteen incomparably powerful Transformers that Tony had poured his heart and soul into creating. He had meticulously extracted the most primordial gene fragments, each with immeasurable potential, directly from the source of the CNA and continuously pieced them together.
He had failed hundreds of millions of times in the process.
Each gene chain was incredibly complex; the slightest mistake would cause a collapse, forcing him to start over from scratch. Heaven knows how many times Tony failed before he found the thirteen most successful combinations. On top of that, he had consumed a massive amount of the Allspark for their initial creation.
They started as demigods. Their long period of slumber was to integrate their gene chains and bodies, and more importantly, to allow their consciousnesses to mature more completely.
This was to avoid waking them up carelessly only to find they were a bunch of imbeciles...
Tony sensed that those thirteen were about to awaken. He had to give them something to do, no matter what. To be honest, Tony was also looking forward to seeing the state and future of these thirteen Primes.
Starting as demigods, they were practically the cosmic elite of the entire universe, blessed by fate—the sons of a Child of the Plane.
Countless billions of beings had poured their hearts and souls into breaking the mortal barrier, only to fail for various reasons.
The demigod stage is the boundary between mortal and deity. This very threshold had blocked countless brilliant and talented beings.
Thanos was merely a demigod. As for Tony, disregarding his noble essence as a singular god, he too was stuck at the threshold of a peak demigod, and further ascension was fraught with difficulties.
And yet, The Thirteen Primes started as demigods. If word of this got out, a horde of people would probably be furious enough to spit blood, running to Cybertron with knives and bloodshot eyes, ready to fight to the death.
Tony sat atop a mountain of Vibranium, a massive peak he had moved here directly. He stood up as the wind howled, taking a deep breath. Looking down from his high perch like a deity, filled with the pride of a creator, he gazed upon his world, sensing the thick scent of construction in the air.
"Hmm, the pollution is pretty bad..."
Tony murmured, took another whiff, and grimaced. Disgusting.
"Who's being so reckless?" Tony looked upwind, where a fellow named Devastator was working with great gusto.
Forty-two meters tall, he directly hoisted a building onto his shoulder and started walking. Every step he took caused the metal ground to groan in agony—a sign that it couldn't bear the immense weight.
"When it comes to the Cybertron demolition squad, who's the strongest?"
"Of course, it's me, Devastator!!!"
As the combined form of the Constructicons, Devastator specialized in construction, and his greatest talent was violent demolition.
See that building? With a great heave, he lifted.
Then the building snapped in half, smashing into a group of unlucky construction crew bots.
Muffled curses and complaints arose. Devastator was being scorned yet again.
"Outrageous! How did it collapse?"
"Oh no, it's a chemical plant! And it's directly under the Academy of Sciences? Who knows what kind of terrifying things that madman Shockwave was researching in there."
"Hook, you rascal, hurry up and show off your skills."
Hook, who formed the head and shoulders, paused. Seeming a little shy, he then opened his mouth and sprayed out a large glob of green.
Hook had an artistic streak; he loved creating art, but he loved spraying others green even more. It's said that even now, Bruticus is still traumatized by him.
Instantly, a dead silence fell. All the bots present lapsed into a strange silence.
Tony watched this scene speechlessly and shook his head.
"Warworld shouldn't just exist as a war fortress; it can have a greater purpose..."
Tony mused, then took a step forward. A portal opened, and in the next second, he appeared inside Warworld, in the center of its massive arena.
This was where Mongul used to watch his countless slaves slaughter each other in bloody combat—his place of entertainment.
"I might as well turn it into a cosmic mercenary center." Tony narrowed his eyes. He had to admit, Warworld was the perfect place for it.
It was already a war fortress. Mongul had painstakingly managed it for so many years that the various facilities inside the planetoid were long since perfected, including canteens, prisons, arenas, and more. It had everything.
A natural venue.
Tony intended to turn this place into the central haven for mercenaries and bounty hunters in the entire universe. Conveniently, some matters that were difficult to handle internally on Cybertron could be issued as contract missions here.
This satellite beneath Tony's feet would become a different kind of cosmic hub.
What? You ask about the Collector's Nowhere? What does that have to do with Tony?
If worse comes to worst, he'll just rob the Collector.
Besides, that old fellow had already guessed Tony's unique nature and had deliberately shown signs of wanting to be on good terms. Back when Tony was found sleeping, the Collector had specially built an expensive hibernation pod for him, designed to help Tony consolidate the complex and chaotic information aggregate.
The fifteen old geezers of the Elders of the Universe were masters of self-preservation. They would never easily offend anyone, much less make unnecessary enemies.
This was the secret to their survival to this day.
And Tony was a risky investment for the Collector, one he hoped would pay off.
What was he truly after by latching onto a singularity? Security was definitely the top priority.
Secondly, it was the Sphere of the Gods.
The beings living in the Omni-Sphere World had no reliable guarantee of their safety. Perhaps some cosmic powerhouse, on a whim, might just wipe out the entire multiverse. Then, someday, they might remember and decide to restore it.
What if some people were missed in the restoration?
Undoubtedly, while the Sphere of the Gods was a place where powerhouses were a dime a dozen and deities were as common as dirt, at least one wouldn't have to worry about being erased as easily as an ant.
As long as his patron was powerful enough to protect him, it would mean eternal life and indestructible security. He would have ample time and resources to do whatever he pleased. As for a lack of resources? With an endless life, even if he had to save up bit by bit, he would eventually accumulate what he needed. It was only a matter of time.
Tony was naturally well aware of the Collector's intentions, and he didn't mind accepting the Collector as a denizen of his planet.
He was just an old fellow with a collecting obsession and high emotional intelligence. There was no problem with that.
Therefore, Tony felt a little more justified in his plan to rob Nowhere.
The Collector was about to have a very bad day. His collection of treasures, gathered over more than ten billion years, was likely no longer safe, because a ferocious wolf had once again descended upon his territory.
(end of chapter)
