This is a pivotal mont for Leon—a treasure trove of opportunity.
His genetic sequence is one of the most perfect in the universe.
The most crucial aspect? This gene can be fully replicated.
It was one of the first plans Leon thought of when he woke up that morning. Why could he confidently envision creating his own Kingdom of God? Why does he recruit and cultivate newborn orphans? One of the key reasons lies in Adam Warlock's genetic engineering.
This groundbreaking, replicable genetic engineering allows the transfer of his genetic perfection to others.
To grasp the magnitude of this, one must understand Adam Warlock's upper limit: the Living Tribunal's Adam. Even a fraction of this overflowing power is equivalent to the concept of omnipotence itself—capable of creating entirely new universes.
In essence, entities like Galactus, Death, Eternity, and Infinity operate under the authority of the Tribunal. And above the Tribunal? The One-Above-All, the pinnacle of cosmic hierarchy. To possess subordinates of such stature... what would that feel like?
Leon was determined to find out.
For now, however, his plan could proceed to its first phase.
"This genetic engineering is extraordinarily complex," Leon began, his voice calm but resolute. "It requires imnse energy, rare resources, and massive computational power to support it."
"Our priority," he continued, "is to construct a new Celestial Computer."
Leon wasn't one to rely on plans without preparation. At the current Earth stage, the computing power of the Sky Blade's Celestial Computers sufficed. But as he encountered increasingly powerful lifeforms, civilizations, and technologies, even the might of Sky Blade fell short.
While his sign-in system was indeed potent, its flaw was its unpredictability. The rewards grew more generous over ti, but what Leon desired most—control over the Angel Nebula—remained elusive, a probability beyond his influence.
Pragmatic as always, Leon focused on gradually advancing the Sky Blade series of battleships. These would pave the way for building a universe-level Celestial Computer. Over ti, with accumulated power, he could backtrack and develop multiverse-level Celestial Computers—a distant but attainable goal.
For now, the focus was clear: build the Sky Blade battleships.
Energy was critical, particularly dark matter energy—a resource invisible to most but abundant in the universe. Fortunately, the Sky Blade Battleships were equipped to absorb it. With the construction of the second battleship, efficiency would skyrocket, accelerating the creation of subsequent ships.
The process would snowball: zero to one was always the hardest step, but one to two, two to three, and beyond would beco progressively easier.
This would also boost the computing power necessary to scan the dark matter plane, extract advanced technologies from alien civilizations, and collect genetic data from various lifeforms.
Leon broke his contemplation.
"Keisha," he called, turning to his trusted AI, "to access all the Sovereign's artificial cocoon data undetected, what's missing?"
"Ti," Keisha replied without hesitation. "With our current resources, it will take three years to fully decode it while maintaining the necessary computational support for you."
Leon nodded. At this stage, reducing the computational power of Sky Blade was not an option. Doing so would an losing his Sky Father-level combat capabilities—a risk he couldn't afford during this developntal period.
"Do we have enough dark matter energy to construct a second Sky Blade Battleship?"
"Yes," Keisha confird.
"Good. Begin construction imdiately."
"Understood. The second Sky Blade Battleship is now under construction. Estimated completion ti: 200 days."
Leon nodded as Keisha's voice trailed off.
At that mont, a ssage surfaced in Leon's mind. Intrigued, he waved his hand, dispersing the holographic projection of the artificial cocoon. Instead, a real-ti feed of a small xican town on Earth appeared before him.
"Well, well," Leon murmured, a wry smile creeping onto his face. "Loki's really outdone himself this ti—bringing Frost Giants to Earth."
His gaze sharpened as the feed shifted, showcasing an unlikely alliance: the X-n, Tony Stark, a disheveled Peter Parker, and Typhoid Mary, all banding together as a new Avengers team.
"A fascinating spectacle," Leon muttered.
All he had intended was for Wanda, Pietro, and Sergei to bond with Thor. Yet the butterfly effect of this simple interaction had transford a minor farce into a major event—complete with the involvent of the Frost Giant species and a new Avengers lineup.
Still, Leon wasn't entirely surprised. Actions ripple, creating unexpected consequences. The larger picture, however, remained unaltered.
At this mont, Loki believed he was rebelling against Odin, but in truth, he was a pawn lost in delusion. His purpose? To catalyze Thor's growth and bring him closer to Wanda, Sergei, and Pietro.
No matter how hard Loki sched or resisted, he remained a tragic figure—trapped on a chessboard far beyond his control.
Only a select few grasped this reality: Leon, Odin, the Ancient One, and now Nick Fury.
From his perch at S.H.I.E.L.D., Fury was one of the rare mortals with the foresight to glimpse the bigger picture.
"Clever man," Leon mused, "but ultimately insignificant."
After all, gods don't concern themselves with mortals.
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