In this vast universe, countless galaxies and stars existed, with celestial bodies being born and destroyed every passing second.
And within this endless cycle of destruction and rebirth, life emerged, slowly evolving into dazzling civilizations.
But sometimes, a civilization shining a little too brightly wasn’t necessarily a good thing for the cosmos.
Tucked away in the cosmic coordinates of the Laniakea Supercluster, within the Virgo Cluster, the Local Group, the Panlong Galaxy, and finally the Titan System, sat a vibrant blue world named Tyro.
In its low-orbit space, massive spaceports bustled with a constant flow of incoming and outgoing ships.
Down on the surface, towering skyscrapers pierced the sky, surrounded by weaving traffic and advanced aircraft.
A diverse myriad of intelligent species walked its busy streets.
Standing out from the skyline was an architectural behemoth—a colossal structure covering thirty square kilometers.
Spires shot straight up into the clouds like spears, the highest reaching a staggering height of over 3,500 meters.
This was the Sanctuary, the holy ground of the Tyro people.
More importantly, it was the exclusive palace of Thanos.
Deep inside the Sanctuary, a monitor in the Gravity Room indicated that the chamber’s pressure had been cranked up to a thousand times normal gravity.
Yet a towering, purple-skinned figure continued his workout relentlessly, completely unfazed by the crushing weight.
“One thousand and three… one thousand and four…”
Thanos counted his push-ups, carefully feeling the raw, surging power coursing through his muscles.
He had learned this training method from an anime in his past life, and the results were genuinely spectacular.
That’s right—he was actually a transmigrator.
Just the other day, he had been sitting at home, knocking back beers and snacking on peanuts while watching Avengers: Endgame.
When Thor beheaded Thanos on screen, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of pity for the Mad Titan’s fate.
But who could have guessed that right after sighing over the movie, he would open his eyes and find himself in Thanos’s body?
He had crossed over right at the exact moment the original planet Titan was destroyed.
Inheriting the Mad Titan’s philosophy, he set out on a path of ruthless dictatorship—wait, no, a path to save the world.
After all, the universe’s resources were strictly limited, while life reproduced infinitely.
If left unchecked, the cosmos was doomed to collapse, making absolute balance a necessity.
And he was going to be the one to tip the scales.
Over five hundred years had passed since he arrived in the Marvel universe, and his progress was nothing to scoff at.
He now ruled over two hundred and thirty-seven inhabited planets across forty-three star systems.
Within the Panlong Galaxy, his faction was a formidable force to be reckoned with.
Just then, the heavy doors to the Gravity Room slid open.
A striking, blue-skinned woman with a curvy figure clad in a sleek black-and-white bodysuit stepped into the doorway.
It was Proxima Midnight, one of the five deadly members of his Black Order.
The moment Proxima stepped inside, an overwhelming pressure slammed into her, instantly forcing her to her hands and knees.
Shock rippled through her mind.
As a member of the Black Order, her strength had been forged through countless brutal battles.
She could effortlessly punch through the hull of a spaceship barehanded, yet in this room, she couldn’t even manage to stand.
‘Just how many times normal gravity is this?’ she thought, gazing at the massive figure a few meters away with eyes full of absolute, boundless worship.
Just as she prepared to draw on her dark energy to force herself upright, Thanos noticed her arrival.
He stopped his workout and spoke out into the empty air.
“Deep Blue, shut down the gravity system.”
A synthesized mechanical voice instantly chimed in.
“Yes, Master.”
Deep Blue was an artificial intelligence he had created himself, named in memory of his past life on the Blue Planet.
As the crushing weight vanished, Proxima Midnight slowly climbed to her feet.
She walked up to stop two meters away from Thanos, dropping gracefully to one knee.
“Proxima Midnight greets you, My Lord,” she said respectfully.
Thanos looked down at her, his voice flat.
“You’re back early.
Have you already conquered the Ice Crystal planet?”
As the overlord of the universe, his main job was naturally doing overlord things—namely, conquering the cosmos.
The Black Order, his most capable subordinates, had all been dispatched to subjugate other worlds.
He had sent Proxima to the Ice Crystal planet, 174 light-years away, just recently.
By all accounts, she shouldn’t have finished the mission this quickly.
Hearing this, Proxima lowered her head in deep shame.
“I am so sorry, My Lord,” she murmured, her voice tight.
“I encountered an incredibly powerful enemy.
I was no match for them at all, and I even lost seventeen warships in the process—”
Thanos waved a hand, impatiently cutting her off.
“A failed mission is a failed mission.
I don’t want excuses.”
Proxima instantly snapped her mouth shut.
She knew there was no point in arguing; a loss was a loss.
After a brief moment of silence, Thanos spoke again, his expression unreadable.
“But now isn’t the time to reprimand you.
Go prepare the fleet.
Let’s see exactly who has the nerve to stand against me.”
It had been a long time since he had personally taken action, having let his sheer reputation across the stars do the heavy lifting.
Clearly, some people had started to forget his name.
Proxima immediately nodded.
“Yes, My Lord!” she said with utmost reverence before slowly backing out of the Gravity Room.
Once she was gone, Thanos opened his system panel.
Thanos Physique: 31,243.9 Strength: 24,714.3 Agility: 18,203.5 Spirit: 15,241.2 PS: Normal intelligent life attributes average around 1 point.
Active Skill: Power of Destruction (Increases strength when activated) Passive Skills: – Titan Bloodline (Massively increases potential) – Super Recovery (Massively increases recovery capabilities) – Super Physique (Massively increases physique) – Super Strength (Massively increases strength) – Super Agility (Massively increases agility) – Strong Spirit (Increases spirit) – Tough Skin (Increases resistance to cold, heat, electricity, radiation, poison, aging, and disease) Unique Skill: Ruler (Massively increases strength and potential for every star system conquered) Equipment: Tyrant Greatsword, Tyrant Armor
Looking at his attributes, it was obvious he was built like an absolute meat shield.
His Physique was by far his highest stat, followed closely by Strength, leaving Agility and Spirit trailing behind.
This heavy leaning was directly tied to his bloodline.
He had tried training his agility and spirit in the past, but the results were nowhere near as explosive as his physical gains.
Because of that, he chose to focus almost entirely on pure bodily conditioning.
“Deep Blue, reactivate the gravity to one thousand times,” he commanded.
“Yes, Master.”
…
Over the next three days, the entirety of planet Tyro buzzed with frantic activity.
Since Thanos was personally marching to war, his personal flagship needed to be mobilized.
The Titan-class cosmic dreadnought, Sanctuary II.
It was a staggering 1,352 kilometers long, 534 kilometers wide, and 298 kilometers high.
It was an absolute behemoth on par with a small moon, its overall structure shaped ominously like a giant eye.
Its sweeping wings formed the eyelids, while a glowing red energy core sat dead center, glaring out into the void like a blazing pupil.
Currently, the massive dreadnought was parked in space, over a hundred thousand kilometers away from Tyro—yet it was so impossibly large it could still be clearly seen from the planet’s surface.
And Sanctuary II wasn’t alone.
It was surrounded by a heavily armed armada of over a hundred frigates, assault ships, and supply vessels.
It was clear as day: the military might Thanos commanded right now vastly eclipsed the forces he ever had in the movies.