Everyone knows that within the Marvel cosmology, the supreme being standing above all is the One-Above-All, OAA.
And diametrically opposed to the OAA is the One-Below-All, OBA, born from the deepest pits of Hell.
Sure, compared to the OAA, the OBA seems like a joke. In terms of stature, power, and presence, it's not even a tenth of the OAA. A fraud with nothing to show for itself beyond a fancy title and ominous origin.
But make no mistake, while it may be a joke in comparison to the One-Above-All, to the gods and entities of the multiverse? The OBA is an absolute nightmare.
A nightmare that has long been plotting its escape from Hell's lowest abyss. A monster that wants to break into the multiverse, to truly exist in reality's many layers. And to do so, it has meticulously created a "gateway."
That gateway… is Hulk.
The Hulk, powered by gamma radiation, is not just a brute force of nature. He is a door. A living coordinate. A vessel, hand-forged by the One-Below-All to be its anchor, its foothold into the greater multiverse.
To the OBA, the Hulk is the chosen flesh.
So when Martin saw the Panther God recklessly trying to take possession of the Hulk's body, he wasn't even surprised by how brutally that ended.
Because what the Panther God attempted wasn't mere influence or spiritual guidance, it was possession. A full-blown hijack of the Hulk's being. That meant one thing: the Panther God had touched the One-Below-All's inverse scale.
That was suicide.
"Foolish deity," Martin sneered.
Without hesitation, he struck down the severely weakened Panther God, his body humming with horrifying life force and mental power. With a resounding boom, he crushed the stunned god-spirit in his grip, draining away its divine essence like a predator tearing through prey.
Only when a data screen flickered into his mind did Martin finally smile in satisfaction.
"No!"
T'Challa and Okoye charged in, eyes bloodshot, rage boiling over. They didn't know exactly what had just transpired, but they knew their god had been destroyed.
And they couldn't allow that.
Martin glanced at them, amusement in his eyes. With a blur of movement, he sidestepped their strikes and, in the next instant, clamped his hands around their throats.
"Farewell, future Avenger and would-be king. You'll never see the day your legend begins. Die with your loyal guard."
CRACK!
With a slight squeeze, their necks snapped like twigs.
But Martin didn't stop there.
Sensing danger, he didn't just break their necks, he obliterated their skulls, vaporizing their physical forms. No resurrection. No redemption.
Only death.
Suddenly, the ocean boiled.
A titanic tsunami roared in, waves towering sky-high, woven with threads of ancient magic.
Martin's eyes gleamed coldly. He didn't hesitate. He went further, ensuring the two corpses were reduced to ash before the wave even hit.
Then, voice rising with absolute authority, he bellowed into the sea:
"When did a bunch of sea snakes from Atlantis start meddling in land affairs? Do you want to end up like Wakanda, wiped out?" Martin sneered. "Crawl back into the abyss where you came from, or I'll bring my endless legions down upon Atlantis and burn your kingdom to the ocean floor. GET. OUT!"
His voice thundered across the hemisphere, powered by the vast fusion of his life force and mental might. All across Earth, people stopped and looked up, confused, afraid.
Atlantis?
The name struck a nerve. For thousands of years, it was myth. Legend.
Was it real?
In the depths of the ocean, the Atlantean kingdom heard his voice, every chilling syllable. Despite the distance, the bloodlust in Martin's tone was unmistakable.
It was a declaration of war.
The waves, still surging with anger and spellwork, began to recede. Slowly, but decisively.
The magic… dispersed.
Martin watched, unimpressed. "Atlantis… must be Namor," he murmured coldly. "The first real superhero. Husband to Storm of the X-Men. A longtime ally of Wakanda."
His eyes narrowed at the retreating sea.
If he were to wage full-scale war beneath the ocean, it would cost him dearly. His Transformers army would be at a heavy disadvantage down there. Even if he could reconfigure and awaken the dormant Atlantean machines, their numbers would be limited, and Namor's forces wielded magic.
No. He'd made the right move wiping out Wakanda and seizing its infinite vibranium reserves. The Earth Base had to be the first step. All else could wait.
Besides…
"Tony has already become Iron Man. Hulk had his Broadway-level battle. And that golden-haired prince from Asgard… he's on his way. Odin's son…"
Martin fell silent, deep in thought. He looked off into the distance.
Then turned back toward the Hulk, still standing dazed, his immense power pulsing but his mind a chaotic blur.
"It's time," Martin declared. "Begin Autobot activation. I'm summoning Optimus Prime!"
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