American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

Power Stone.

Mind Stone.

A virtual aggregate of the Time Stone's rules.

And a drooling, half-grown infant, gnawing on the Power Stone that radiated a purple glow.

Luke couldn't help but sink into contemplation at this sight.

How, without him realizing it, had he already come into contact with the power of four Infinity Stones? Oh, and there's the Reality Stone, darting around the world in the hands of Malekith, who is evading Nidavellir's pursuit. If nothing unexpected happens, he will eventually be captured by the Abyss. In that case, with only the so-called Soul Stone left, would he have collected the universe's so-called six divine items?

Thinking about it, it didn't seem like collecting them all would bring any major changes.

After all, according to what the Ancient One had told him, he was destined to break through the single universe and venture into the multiverse sooner or later.

Everything that happened in the Barren Land was transmitted back in its entirety through the data dimension. Using the data dimension, which was rapidly expanding to become the virtual dark side of the universe, Luke couldn't resist interfering.

For example, in the end, using the Power Stone to provide energy, he connected the data dimension and the Barren Land, materializing a small piece of the data dimension within the main universe.

In other words, the data dimension now had a physical import and export in this universe, like a celestial black hole.

Of course, Luke wasted so much energy to materialize such an input and output port because certain ideas suddenly sprang to mind. These thoughts weren't exactly flashes of inspiration, but rather fragmented ideas he'd had before, which suddenly encountered the right opportunity, and he couldn't help but lay the groundwork for them.

Because he realized that if the dimensional demon gods were high-end customers, then the various civilizations and organizations in the universe could barely be considered mid- to low-end customers. After all, Thanos' Dark Quadrant, the Collector's Vault, and the Kree Empire's fleet and weapons had brought Luke quite a surprise.

Luke didn't care about the Black Order, nor did he care about Ronan the Accuser and his fleet and weapons, but their successful combination with the data dimension to achieve one of Luke's ideas made him care a lot.

Multiverse Dimensional Trading Market.

Luke solemnly wrote the name on the plan.

…

Asgard.

Odin had already begun delegating authority, letting his two sons manage Asgard's affairs. So, Thor and Loki had been extremely busy lately.

Although the war had temporarily ended, the subsequent troubles and matters that needed to be dealt with were indeed enough to overwhelm the two brothers. Not to mention anything else, the post-war reconstruction plan for the Nine Realms alone almost made the two brothers tear their hair out.

Although Thor's brain wasn't just muscle anymore, these matters were still clearly beyond his capabilities. Although Loki was clever and had some brains, he was still good at conspiracies and tricks, but when it came to doing things seriously, he was all talk and no action. So, the two were in immense pain in the early stages.

Abandon it?

Behind them was the silent and solemn face of King Odin, and Gungnir crackling with lightning.

The brothers didn't understand why their father had suddenly forced them into the position, and started tormenting them to death.

Mephisto had also been jumping around the Nine Realms during this time, and Odin's free time, apart from staring intently at his two foolish sons with disappointment, was all spent on Mephisto.

Regardless of whether it was a combination of interests or an alliance, Mephisto was not someone to be trusted. Odin felt that if he didn't keep a close eye on him, even with the constraints of the contract, Mephisto could fill the Nine Realms with loopholes, turning it into his own backyard in disguise.

The Nine Realms were a cyclical whole, and for the sake of the Nine Realms' balance, Odin would never allow Mephisto to play tricks to disrupt this balance. Especially now that the World Tree was still in a gradually recovering period of weakness.

Expelling the dwarf star Nidavellir and pulling the exiled Paradise back into the World Tree to serve as part of the cycle. This also required time to gradually adjust and stabilize.

So, most of the time, whenever Mephisto appeared, Odin would pull him in for tea and a chat about self-cultivation and character building.

Mephisto couldn't do anything about Odin's thief-like measures. After all, he was used to this kind of treatment wherever he went. Even as a partner, not picking up Gungnir and loosening his muscles with him already showed the results of Odin's self-cultivation.

As for the Ancient One?

She might thwart his plans with various accidents, and then kick his demons back into the hell dimension.

Mephisto and Odin, who were cultivating their character, were discussing when to deal with Surtur and Laufey when they suddenly seemed to sense something and looked up.

A dazzling dimensional door rose in front of the two.

…

Kamar-Taj.

"I think we need to be open and honest and have a sincere conversation with each other," Strange shouted at Mordo, who turned to leave as soon as he saw him.

Mordo, who had been stopped, turned around and looked at Strange. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Talk about what needs to be talked about. I know you're not happy that I took your place."

"Please watch your words, Master Strange," Mordo waved his hand, interrupting Strange.

"See, you're not even willing to call me Sorcerer Supreme. I know you thought this position should have been yours before I came. But that's not my problem," Strange spread his hands.

"No one said it was your problem. I do admire and yearn for the position of Sorcerer Supreme. But I know that I probably wasn't the Ancient One's most satisfactory successor," Mordo said with a straight face.

"Actually, you're pretty good... oh no, wait, I haven't finished yet!" As Strange spoke, he suddenly seemed to notice something and looked up at the sky with Mordo.

In the daytime sky, a bright light, as bright as a star in the night, suddenly flashed, and in Strange's voice of refusal, a beam of light descended from the sky, accurately covering Strange. When the beam of light disappeared, Strange had disappeared from the spot.

…

On the SHIELD Helicarrier.

As an aerospace carrier that faced elimination as soon as it was born, it had now completely become a SHIELD mobile office platform. Nick Fury sat in the main seat of the main control room, mentally calculating how much good stuff he could extract from Luke with the loan he had borrowed from Strange.

Although companies such as Osborn were growing rapidly under the transfusion of SHIELD and Heberon, the technology and equipment they produced were still far from the top standards in Nick's mind.

After all, Nick, who had seen the power of the demon gods, had long had his horizons broadened. What he needed was something that could participate in that high-end level of combat power. For a while, he really wanted to use the pager that was his last resort to summon Captain Marvel back. But this impulse was only thought about in his mind, and then restrained.

Captain Marvel was his friend, but not a subordinate. He couldn't ask Carol to be SHIELD's combat power and imprison her here. The other party would probably never accept this arrangement.

Captain's strength had been increasing rapidly, but he was now focused on his duties, and even the internal group gatherings of Stark and the others were said to have been missed several times.

Frank, yes, that old friend he had cultivated with accumulated resources, although he was still willing to give him face, he turned around and sold himself to Heberon, euphemistically saying that he was earning money to pay off debts. Training a large number of security personnel for Heberon.

The organization wasn't in SHIELD!

Nick sighed deeply. Counting his family assets and capable people, even the strongest one was just a high-end cannon fodder role in the disasters he foresaw. This made him feel extremely uneasy.

He was very clear that the power SHIELD currently possessed was already considered a relatively strong force in Midgard. It was no problem to maintain law and order.

But unfortunately, Nick, including the people behind Nick, could not accept SHIELD gradually degenerating into an organization that assisted in maintaining law and order. After all, SHIELD's presence in the group was too low. They were all worried that one day they would be completely thrown out of the circle by those big shots because their presence was too low.

This sense of insecurity surrounded Nick all the time, making him extremely worried. At present, the only way to enhance SHIELD's strength and get rid of some of this awkward and transparent role seemed to be to deeply bind and lean towards Luke's Heberon.

After all, only Luke had always supported SHIELD, or rather, him. Although he had taken a lot of blame for this and helped deal with a pile of complicated affairs, in general, the cooperation between the two sides had been pleasant so far.

Apart from Luke's Heberon, there seemed to be no other forces willing to help them, and capable of helping them.

Strange had temporarily declined his request, King Odin would not easily interfere in Midgard's affairs, bypassing the Sorcerer Supreme and Luke, Mephisto might help, but Nick still understood the principle of letting a wolf into the house. Even if the people behind him were confused, he would resolutely refuse. At least, without Luke and Strange's witnessing and participation, SHIELD could not have any meaningful cooperation with Mephisto.

Counting and counting, there was still only Luke.

Nick was helpless. Then, he was swallowed by a cloud of suddenly appearing hazy energy behind him, and disappeared in full view of many agents.

…

"Couldn't you give a warning before the meeting?" Strange's figure appeared on the conference table in the position belonging to the Sorcerer Supreme, and he complained as soon as he appeared. He had finally seized the opportunity to communicate with Mordo, who was avoiding him, and even used a little power of the Eye of Agamotto. Everything was fine, but before he could finish communicating, he was interrupted by the sudden accident.

"Are we going to deal with Surtur and Laufey? I suggest we get rid of Laufey first, he is relatively weak." Mephisto had now become a little accustomed to occasionally having a meeting to discuss something.

After all, as a dimensional lord, it was rare to be able to sit and communicate peacefully with cooperators of relatively equal strength. At least before, when he appeared in the Nine Realms, Odin would never have held Gungnir and invited him to drink and chat with a kind face. It would have been considered Odin's good temper if he didn't throw a shot and stab him to the core.

Odin, who was leaning forward, immediately leaned back on the back of his chair when he heard Luke's words and lost interest. The Ancient One and Strange, on the other hand, had normal expressions, and the master and apprentice were whispering intimately.

Mephisto, on the other hand, showed great interest. Or rather, he was interested in everything that could bring him benefits.

As for Nick, who was forcibly brought over and didn't even receive a notice, touched his empty, oh no, there was a loan, pocket, with a hesitant expression.

"We have always focused our attention and energy on other dimensional demon gods and gods, thus ignoring some other groups that may also bring us profits and become bank customers."

Luke's words immediately attracted the attention of everyone on the conference table.

"Tell me in detail," Mephisto rubbed his hands.

"The major civilizations and lives in this universe, after making corresponding preparations, can also bring us huge energy supply. A universe may not match the dimensional demon god group, but what if it is placed in the multiverse? How much energy can those civilizations and lives bring us in the endless multiverse?

Even the top civilizations are much easier to conquer than those dimensional demon gods. We must not only have high-end customers, but also fill and develop a large number of mid- to low-end customers," Luke said, "I believe Mephisto, you must have coordinate information of other universes in your hands, I can provide the technology to travel through the multiverse.

I have recently established an experimental trading market, we can do a business with those civilizations first to test the waters and see the results. You can also wait and see first.

If this model is established, then we can open similar trading markets in many multiverses, adding various functional modules to it according to the requirements of customers and our needs.

We can describe it to the outside world as a high-speed road for mutual communication and exchange between civilizations and universes, a road of life, a road of evolution, and so on. As long as the civilizations we cultivate and win over become stronger, then other civilizations and organizations that are unwilling to join will be forced to join or be destroyed. In the end, we can easily, persistently, and sustainably harvest the entire universe. Of course, this is a long-term plan."

"In addition, I suggest introducing a new partner. His ability will be of considerable assistance to our plan."

At the end of drawing one sweet cake after another, Luke also put forward a proposal that made everyone excited.

"Who do you want to invite?" Mephisto asked very unwillingly.

"Nightmare!" Luke gave the candidate.

PS: Thanks to the reward from the silent peak student.