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chapter 098 part 1
Marvel: Start Signing in with Megatron, Chapter 98
Martin always approached the concept of "Power-Ups" with extreme rigor and seriousness.
It was simple, because looking across the entire Marvel system, and carefully studying the growth trajectories of every notable individual or deity, the overwhelming conclusion could be summed up in two crooked words: Power-Up!
In the entire Marvel world, damn few major characters actually rose through honest, step-by-step arduous cultivation. From start to finish, it was all about various Power-Ups, unreasonable Power-Ups!
Martin himself liked Power-Ups. If he could get stronger through a Power-Up, he would never painstakingly cultivate like an idiot!
Solidify the foundation? Continuously accumulate power to challenge higher tiers, building up for a massive eruption?
Sorry, that logic doesn't apply here. This is Marvel, a world focused entirely on Power-Ups.
"In this infinite Multiverse, honest people have no future. It all depends on various external Power-Ups. The stronger the Power-Up, the faster mythical tales of Mortals leaping to become Supreme Deities occur, often in a mere instant."
Martin stood atop a ten-thousand-meter skyscraper, facing the howling gale, his clothes flapping and rustling.
He looked down to see countless armies frantically assembling, then, under the leadership of various Legion commanders, rushing to Space Bridges across the globe.
Martin had already entered Klyntar's coordinates into the Space Bridge; all that remained was conquest and plunder.
As for how to enhance the combat power of his Transformers, Martin was also pondering. One option was to forcefully twist all rules once he became a Multiverse-tier Deity, elevating the entire Transformer race. But regrettably, he was still a very long way from reaching the Multiverse-tier level.
Therefore, he could only use other methods to give his subordinates Power-Ups.
"Cybertronian Army, invincible!"
With a ferocious roar, Megatron, eyes blood-red, led the army first into the Space Bridge, followed closely by several incredibly excited Predacons.
Armies from all directions began to swarm into it.
"Invincible... still too far off."
Martin shook his head.
The Transformers, with the exception of specialized non-combat soldiers like Frenzy, were basically born with Tier 2 combat power. Any one of them, if dropped onto Earth, would be a formidable Superhero.
Logically speaking, a race that starts at Tier 2 and possesses powerful Chassis and innate learning talents would be considered a top-tier species throughout the entire Universe. After all, even the national quality of the Three Great Interstellar Empires was far outstripped by the Transformers.
However, that depends on who they're compared to.
If Martin were content to live out his life as a Universe-tier God, comfortable and without excessive ambition or desire, the current starting strength of the Transformers would definitely suffice.
But Martin was a man destined to charge into the Infinite Multiverse. He had already ascended to Universe-tier, and his next goal was, naturally, the entire Multiverse. The current strength of his subordinate race was clearly insufficient.
"Looking across the endless Multiverse, your strength is simply not enough. If your growth is too slow, I will have no choice but to... abandon you."
Martin gazed at the countless fervent Transformers, his expression calm.
It wasn't that he was cruel enough to intentionally turn on his own people. Rather, if these Transformers consistently failed to achieve significant breakthroughs, they would inevitably be left behind by Martin, becoming burdens and weaknesses rather than assets. Furthermore, the vast majority of Transformers would face increasingly terrifying enemies and their relentless vengeance.
At this moment, Martin recalled that terrifying race.
The Beyonders.
Also known as... The Builders.
The absolute weakest and most lowly members of this race possessed Universe-tier strength as a baseline. Some exceptional individuals didn't even need to deliberately study or cultivate; they simply grew up carelessly until adulthood and already possessed Multiverse-tier power.
Three high-ranking cadres from this race could instantly kill the Omniverse-tier Living Tribunal—and this was its True Form, even if the attack had an element of surprise.
The terrifying Beyonder was simply referred to as a "juvenile" by this arrogant race.
"Get stronger as quickly as possible. Conquering Klyntar and plundering and enslaving all the Symbiotes is the first step in your Power-Up! The Beyonders... such a species, born superior to countless Universes, should be the ultimate goal for the Transformers under my command."
Martin slowly rose, spreading his arms to the howling wind. His face, gradually breaking into a wide smile, was filled with audacity and ambition.
At this moment, all the Transformers' Sparks seemed to jump. As if sensing something, they all looked up at Martin, who was bathed in the wild wind.
Instantly, countless warriors went wild, shouting loudly and becoming utterly frenzied.
Nidhogg flew directly up, first spewing a burst of majestic Divine Power flames into the sky, then nodding arrogantly at Martin before speaking.
"Lord of Cybertron, I, the great Demonic Dragon Nidhogg, invite you to join in the invasion of the planet named Klyntar."
Nidhogg feigned reserve, its massive tail, thick enough to smash a planet, flicking restlessly. Its eyes, too, continuously flickered, secretly glancing at Martin.
It couldn't quite understand Martin's current state. It seemed that in this moment, Martin had suddenly gained something it couldn't see through, becoming even more formidable.
Martin flew directly onto Nidhogg's head and said calmly, "Then, let's depart. We shall destroy that planet, plunder everything of value there... All who resist, kill!"
Nidhogg was instantly thrilled. It let out a loud roar that shook the entire planet Cybertron, prompting Ultron to immediately issue a wanted warning against it.
Although Cybertron was supported by treasures like the Magic Orb, making it impossible to destroy even in a Universe-tier battle, activating the Magic Orb unnecessarily would deplete a lot of superfluous Energy.
Nidhogg carried Martin directly, plunging headlong into the Space Bridge.
"This Demonic Dragon seems to be growing increasingly accustomed to life on Cybertron."
Wanda looked up, her expression peculiar. A red light flashed in her eyes, and she flew directly into the Space Vortex ahead.
Banner looked left and right, ultimately choosing to remain on Cybertron. He personally had no interest in war, despite the Hulk in his mind desperately clamoring and urging him to participate.
The most active participant was Kratos, the God of War. This Olympian, wielding two Uru-forged axes, a terrifying, bloodcurdling laugh on his face, followed the army towards that strange, unheard-of planet.
This deranged war maniac never cared who the enemy was. He only cared if there were enemies, how many, and if there were enough for him to lead an army to hack at.
"Autobots, attack!"
Optimus Prime raised his Greatsword high. With a thunderous roar, the Bifrost descended, instantly teleporting him and the army behind him.
The next second.
Marvel: Start Signing in with Megatron, Chapter 98
Martin always approached the concept of "Power-Ups" with extreme rigor and seriousness.
It was simple, because looking across the entire Marvel system, and carefully studying the growth trajectories of every notable individual or deity, the overwhelming conclusion could be summed up in two crooked words: Power-Up!
In the entire Marvel world, damn few major characters actually rose through honest, step-by-step arduous cultivation. From start to finish, it was all about various Power-Ups, unreasonable Power-Ups!
Martin himself liked Power-Ups. If he could get stronger through a Power-Up, he would never painstakingly cultivate like an idiot!
Solidify the foundation? Continuously accumulate power to challenge higher tiers, building up for a massive eruption?
Sorry, that logic doesn't apply here. This is Marvel, a world focused entirely on Power-Ups.
"In this infinite Multiverse, honest people have no future. It all depends on various external Power-Ups. The stronger the Power-Up, the faster mythical tales of Mortals leaping to become Supreme Deities occur, often in a mere instant."
Martin stood atop a ten-thousand-meter skyscraper, facing the howling gale, his clothes flapping and rustling.
He looked down to see countless armies frantically assembling, then, under the leadership of various Legion commanders, rushing to Space Bridges across the globe.
Martin had already entered Klyntar's coordinates into the Space Bridge; all that remained was conquest and plunder.
As for how to enhance the combat power of his Transformers, Martin was also pondering. One option was to forcefully twist all rules once he became a Multiverse-tier Deity, elevating the entire Transformer race. But regrettably, he was still a very long way from reaching the Multiverse-tier level.
Therefore, he could only use other methods to give his subordinates Power-Ups.
"Cybertronian Army, invincible!"
With a ferocious roar, Megatron, eyes blood-red, led the army first into the Space Bridge, followed closely by several incredibly excited Predacons.
Armies from all directions began to swarm into it.
"Invincible... still too far off."
Martin shook his head.
The Transformers, with the exception of specialized non-combat soldiers like Frenzy, were basically born with Tier 2 combat power. Any one of them, if dropped onto Earth, would be a formidable Superhero.
Logically speaking, a race that starts at Tier 2 and possesses powerful Chassis and innate learning talents would be considered a top-tier species throughout the entire Universe. After all, even the national quality of the Three Great Interstellar Empires was far outstripped by the Transformers.
However, that depends on who they're compared to.
If Martin were content to live out his life as a Universe-tier God, comfortable and without excessive ambition or desire, the current starting strength of the Transformers would definitely suffice.
But Martin was a man destined to charge into the Infinite Multiverse. He had already ascended to Universe-tier, and his next goal was, naturally, the entire Multiverse. The current strength of his subordinate race was clearly insufficient.
"Looking across the endless Multiverse, your strength is simply not enough. If your growth is too slow, I will have no choice but to... abandon you."
Martin gazed at the countless fervent Transformers, his expression calm.
It wasn't that he was cruel enough to intentionally turn on his own people. Rather, if these Transformers consistently failed to achieve significant breakthroughs, they would inevitably be left behind by Martin, becoming burdens and weaknesses rather than assets. Furthermore, the vast majority of Transformers would face increasingly terrifying enemies and their relentless vengeance.
At this moment, Martin recalled that terrifying race.
The Beyonders.
Also known as... The Builders.
The absolute weakest and most lowly members of this race possessed Universe-tier strength as a baseline. Some exceptional individuals didn't even need to deliberately study or cultivate; they simply grew up carelessly until adulthood and already possessed Multiverse-tier power.
Three high-ranking cadres from this race could instantly kill the Omniverse-tier Living Tribunal—and this was its True Form, even if the attack had an element of surprise.
The terrifying Beyonder was simply referred to as a "juvenile" by this arrogant race.
"Get stronger as quickly as possible. Conquering Klyntar and plundering and enslaving all the Symbiotes is the first step in your Power-Up! The Beyonders... such a species, born superior to countless Universes, should be the ultimate goal for the Transformers under my command."
Martin slowly rose, spreading his arms to the howling wind. His face, gradually breaking into a wide smile, was filled with audacity and ambition.
At this moment, all the Transformers' Sparks seemed to jump. As if sensing something, they all looked up at Martin, who was bathed in the wild wind.
Instantly, countless warriors went wild, shouting loudly and becoming utterly frenzied.
Nidhogg flew directly up, first spewing a burst of majestic Divine Power flames into the sky, then nodding arrogantly at Martin before speaking.
"Lord of Cybertron, I, the great Demonic Dragon Nidhogg, invite you to join in the invasion of the planet named Klyntar."
Nidhogg feigned reserve, its massive tail, thick enough to smash a planet, flicking restlessly. Its eyes, too, continuously flickered, secretly glancing at Martin.
It couldn't quite understand Martin's current state. It seemed that in this moment, Martin had suddenly gained something it couldn't see through, becoming even more formidable.
Martin flew directly onto Nidhogg's head and said calmly, "Then, let's depart. We shall destroy that planet, plunder everything of value there... All who resist, kill!"
Nidhogg was instantly thrilled. It let out a loud roar that shook the entire planet Cybertron, prompting Ultron to immediately issue a wanted warning against it.
Although Cybertron was supported by treasures like the Magic Orb, making it impossible to destroy even in a Universe-tier battle, activating the Magic Orb unnecessarily would deplete a lot of superfluous Energy.
Nidhogg carried Martin directly, plunging headlong into the Space Bridge.
"This Demonic Dragon seems to be growing increasingly accustomed to life on Cybertron."
Wanda looked up, her expression peculiar. A red light flashed in her eyes, and she flew directly into the Space Vortex ahead.
Banner looked left and right, ultimately choosing to remain on Cybertron. He personally had no interest in war, despite the Hulk in his mind desperately clamoring and urging him to participate.
The most active participant was Kratos, the God of War. This Olympian, wielding two Uru-forged axes, a terrifying, bloodcurdling laugh on his face, followed the army towards that strange, unheard-of planet.
This deranged war maniac never cared who the enemy was. He only cared if there were enemies, how many, and if there were enough for him to lead an army to hack at.
"Autobots, attack!"
Optimus Prime raised his Greatsword high. With a thunderous roar, the Bifrost descended, instantly teleporting him and the army behind him.
The next second.
