All of a sudden, Marshall clenched his grip so hard that it tore through Seraphiel's throat. So hard he broke her neck and then further, beheaded her with just his insane grip. But he was no fool; all his life, for a hundred million years, he'd only known survival and fighting.

Lessons he had learned were carved in his head, like muscle memory. Before the Queen of Angels' body could drop down into the sea, he burned her with cosmic flames, turning her to less than ash. That way, there was no chance of her one day returning like some Frankenstein cosmic monster.

"And now you." He squeezed the naked Angels tighter in the tentacles and squinted at them. "So, how many of you chicks are there? Your holy dump not enough?"

"Slightly over one and a half million," Angela replied from the side, still shaken by how easily the Queen was killed.

Marshall didn't speak for some time. Instead, he looked at Hela, his wife in all but name. Then he looked down at the islands of Dinosia, not too far away. He was sure they were watching him play with nude Angels and stroking themselves.

"Hmm… By stroking, I remembered something." Marshall hummed. He had recently been made aware of a problem that Dinosia was facing. And it was called birth-rate collapse. The problem arose from the fact that everyone was a super nerd. Most of them could barely tie their shoelaces despite being insanely intelligent, even the women.

That led to fewer marriages as most men and women chose to just have flings to satisfy their sexual needs. They were too intelligent not to realise that they honestly didn't need to marry and get tied to just one partner. Or maybe they were inspired by the First Man.

In any case, because of the influx of scientists from outside, the sex ratio had become an issue. While the population was eight million, extremely industrialized and modernized, the sex ratio was eight hundred women per one thousand men. That meant half a million men had no pussy to drown in.

And pussy to drown in was as important as a cock to ride. Marshall knew that, not the riding part though; he didn't swing that way. He wasn't Zeus.

Hence, there he was now, staring at these insanely, drop-dead gorgeous, greedy Angels with massive white wings. For a fact, Marshall knew that Dinosian men were nerds, and nerds were often freaky. Just as he was aroused by alien women, he knew Dinosian nerds would drool at having an angel wife with wings.

And since Dinosia was his pet-project experiment, it made sense. Angels were superior humanoids; their intelligence was likely decent, higher than average humans, by the sheer fact that they were a far more ancient and space-faring species.

On top of that, by adding Angels into the island, and soon having little angel babies, he'd normalise the presence of non-typical looking humans, making it easier for non-human looking mutants to live.

"Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit!"

Bam! Bam! Bam!

All of a sudden, Marshall began to smack himself on his head. He smacked himself so hard that each time, a sonic boom resonated. His eyes turned red, his breath heavy as a beast tried to unravel his mind. Trying to think on a single subject for so long wasn't easy for him. It pained him in ways that he couldn't explain.

"Fuck!"

And then there was the eternal asshole, his arch-nemesis, Mephisto. As soon as Marshall felt his mind weaken in pain, that chant of sex, sex, sex returned to control him. But now there were more, darker, even more dangerous than Mephisto. He could feel it, a result of the tentacle monster he had killed. He didn't know what it was, but the creature was sentient, ancient, and magical.

"Ha! I'll go check Odin! Probably got his ass beat."

He changed the topic instantly, keeping his thoughts divided into various little portions, instead of focusing on one thing too much.

"So here is the bargain, you coin-chasing cherubs… I'll let you squat in my kingdom. Down below, it's called Dinosia. You become citizens, you live like goddamn, sugar-bright people. No bloodshed, no backstabbing. You will woo men and bear children, not by force; it is your choice which man you favor," Marshall spat.

"You accept, or I'll burn your tiny Heven."

Was it blackmail? Fuck yeah, it was. As Angela said, they only knew the language of gold digging or… the strength they couldn't defeat.

"Y-You'll let us live here and mate?" One of the Angels asked from a tentacle grasp.

"Live, date, marry, pop babies, whole nine yards. Why, interested?"

"Yes!"

"..."

The hell? They're excited? Marshall expected them to cry about how they were so pure and their pussies were meant for noble warriors like him, and that humans were beneath him, but… that didn't happen.

"We'd love to!"

"If you'll have us, this will be our home and we'll guard it with our lives."

Gold-digging, protective, breedable hoes? That's new.

Sensing his confusion, Angela spoke with a sigh. "Don't be surprised, F-First Man. We Angels have been held captive in the void for so long that… much has changed. If what you offer them is real, I believe they'll even accept you as their god. More so since the Queen is dead."

"And you? You're like them?" Marshall asked, unashamedly ogling at her.

Angela looked away with an embarrassed smile. "I'm… still exploring myself."

"Hmm, we can explore together someday. Anyway, do what I said. Hela's gonna stroll you over to the High Priestess of my temple. She'll babble laws at you, point out your new digs, and maybe even toss you into my temple. Place is huge as hell, and honestly, having winged beauties around is fucking dope."

At last, Marshall released the Angels from his slightly slippery tentacles, still naked as he was.

"Now make me a fucking portal to Asgard, just the way you came here."

No questions were asked. No buts and ifs, well, there were a lot of bubbly pretty butts, but they were angles. The ladies with wings moved and performed whatever magic they used to create the Bifrost teleportation effect, just darker. It fell on Marshall and took him away.

Angela, standing not far away, frowned. She looked back at Hela and still… the woman was unbothered.

"The whole planet is bizarre."

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Asgard,

Sif was struggling. The Dark Elves came out of nowhere, almost destroyed their Bifrost, and overwhelmed them by first releasing Mangog on them and then striking at them when they were about to defeat Mangog.

Odin had to force himself up from his Odin sleep because, really, they weren't prepared for such an attack by so many different enemies.

"Ugh!"

She swung her blade and cut down the Dark Elves. But the ones flying in the sky made sure to ruin her flow. Cuts and bruises marred her skin. Not far were the Warriors Three.

"Die, Asgardian!"

And then came the horror. Another large ship full of Dark Elves landed nearby, a horde of Dark Elves launched towards them. She was surrounded right away, truly overwhelmed this time.

She channeled all the strength she had in her body and…

Splash!

Splash!

Splash!

It wasn't her. She heard something, something getting closer. One look, and she saw the massive horde around her get obliterated in the distance. It was like a storm was passing through them, shattering them, exploding them in a cloud of blood.

Splash! Splash!

It came closer, and finally she saw him. If it was him, there was hope. But… He was naked? Why? She could swear she saw a hammer dangling between his legs. Was that a hammer? Or… Oh!

"Look at the fuckers! Ganging up on a pretty lady. That shit's only good in high production value porn, buddy!"

She knew not what the First Man uttered, but he flew around her, splattering all the Dark Elves by the sheer force and speed of his body. He wasn't even punching. He just flew, laying waste to them, to the entire horde. He kept flying around until just a handful were left.

Then he flew away, likely to aid someone else.

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Marshall honestly didn't know what he was doing since he wasn't thinking at all. He just let his instincts control him, and right now, his instincts told him to destroy whatever dared to look at Earth.

And destroy he did.

He saw Odin battling a strange, yellow creature with three claws, half-caveman, and Jesus knew what the rest was. Clearly, Odin wasn't struggling, but Odin wasn't giving his all either. So he didn't bother and looked at the creature, who seemed like the leader of the Dark Elves.

Woosh!

He flew towards the creature, blue-skinned and hideous. Nothing stood in his way; he splattered all the Dark Elves in his path, and before long, he had the Dark Elf leader by the throat. He flew higher, taking the creature with him.

"You Milk-teeth?"

"Release me, you wretch! Who—"

Slap!

Marshall slapped the fucker and knocked ten of his teeth out, all flying off in the air. Once he was sure the fucker wouldn't speak again, he flew back to Odin.

"Odin, wave your sparkly bullshit and yeet me straight onto this bastard's dirtball."

Odin, fighting the weird creature with ease, smiled towards Marshall. "Welcome to Asgard, my friend… despite the nude attire."

"Sup."

"Ugh… Unhand m—"

Slap!

Marshall slapped the blue fucker again and knocked out some more teeth.

"Send me to the Dark Elf's planet."

Odin rubbed his beard with one hand while his other hand fought the creature. "Hmm… That can be arranged. Albeit the Bifrost is damaged. But Malekith did make a new one. Go to Heimdall, he'll aid you."

"Sweet!"

Not a second wasted, Marshall flew to the Bifrost control center or whatever it was. He found the tall man with a big ass sword. He didn't have to explain as Heimdall opened the portal for him; this one was darker.

"Let's see."

With that, he crossed the portal and found himself standing on a very wooded planet, mostly dark green with a lot of rocks. Though that wasn't his intention. Holding the blue shit all the same, he flew up to the near edge of the atmosphere, where his captive could breathe a little but wouldn't die. Not all were made like him for deep space.

"Argh… Wh-What… Who are you?"

Marshall didn't slap him this time. He clutched the neck tighter and stared at his face. "The guy you shouldn't mess with. The guy who fucks your woman then laughs at your face… fuck, that's evil. No, I mean, I'm the guy who kills you and fucks your woman, shit, shit, that's worse! Anyway, fuck you, and fuck your wife, and your goddamn planet. You wanted my planet, you tried, my turn. But I don't want your planet, you know. Though I like blue chicks, but seeing how fugly you are, nah, I'll pass."

"..."

Malekith groaned, barely awake. He was a mighty creature with superhuman strength, speed, and everything else. Yet, he couldn't free himself from this man's grasp. His punches had no effect on him.

"My people will… never surrender!"

"Who the fuck said I wanted you to surrender? Listen here, you smurfed ass personification of erectile dysfunction! I'm here to erase your whole miserable planet off the damn map. You get it? Boom, crunch, smash, puff—Gone with the wind type shit."

"Hah, you will? My peo—"

"Keep rambling."

Crimson flames covered Marshall's entire body. He had never done this before, but he felt like he could do it. His fire didn't hurt the blue guy, as he wanted the fucker to watch and feel everything. Was it an overreaction? Hell yeah, it was.

Did he fucking care? Fuck no!

Why? Because he didn't bother thinking.

His instincts told him to end this threat once and for all.

And he was going to do it.

"Buckle your seatbelt, prepare for the ride, careful if you shit and wet yourself, the ride's about to be…" He dived down towards the planet like a meteor. "Fucking bumpy!"

Shhhhh~

Marshall turned into an insanity of fireball, cosmic flames coating him, growing bigger and bigger, taking the shape and size of an actual falling meteor, crashing through the burning atmosphere. Larger than what took Marty's family, larger than what created the moon.

And during that entire time, he held Malekith by the nape in front of himself, his blue face turned towards the planet.

"Watch! Watch what happens when an ant like you fights a… whatever."

BOOM!

When he hit the ground, the planet cracked open, as that was his goal. The impact split landmasses apart, stone and soil thrown up like broken glass under a hammer. He dived through the surface, kept going, passing multiple layers of landmass.

Malekith had the front seat for it all.

Boom!

The ground ripped wide in every direction across the entire planet. The damage was too much, too fast, and too rough. Mountains collapsed planetwide, oceans boiled into clouds of steam, and volcanoes burst over every single major and minor fault line, throwing rivers of molten rock across the world. Forests caught fire in seconds and turned to ash. Creatures and cities were erased before they could even cry out.

"Having fun?"

He asked, unable to see what Malekith's reaction was.

He drove straight through the planet, fire tearing through rock and metal, his body punching a path through its core at last, even that didn't stand a chance. The crust caved in behind him, magma pouring out like spilled blood. Everything alive was burned or crushed in his wake.

At last, the planet gave way. It broke apart with a deafening roar, exploding into pieces that scattered into space. It was Marshall's own energy that made the planet explode like that, like a single, gigantic firework display.

What was once a living world became nothing more than drifting rubble, destroyed by one man burning like a god.

At last, he flew into the dark space and turned around to watch what was left of the planet, and there wasn't much left. Moon-sized chunks of planets floated everywhere, no trace of anything left.

Finally, he turned Malekith towards himself. As expected, the man was awake, eyes wide, tears flooding, snout messing his lower face, his entire body limp, probably mind-broken.

"Shocked? Not gonna say How could you! You monster!" Marshall snarled, pressing harder on the neck. "That's where your dumb ass slipped. Just because they call me a god doesn't mean I give a rat's ass. Yeah, I'm a loony monster. And in a fight between me versus you, I'll show you the monster. Sleep now, you damn blueberry freak."

Poof!

He squeezed the neck until it exploded, and then burned the bastard with flames.

At last, he looked at the destruction he had caused, and honestly, he felt absolutely nothing. He delights, no hurt, no sadness. To him, the Dark Elves were nothing, really. The Dark Elves were given free will, and they chose to use that to cause madness. And what he did was what he used to do to those annoying dinosaurs and animals back in the day—butcher them.

Honestly, at this point, life and death didn't mean shit. The only planet and people he cared for were Earth and humans. It was his land, his planet, his territory, and if anyone fucked with it again, he was willing to repeat this a thousand times.

And he knew where he wanted to go next.

The Kree… I can smell their bullshit. They gotta be sniffing around my land still—ugh.

But suddenly, something strange happened.

"What the…"

He felt tired, insanely tired. It felt as if he lost control over his body and just… passed out, floating in dark space. Thankfully, he had killed that octopus thing, and now he didn't need air to live.

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