Hiding in the distance, Mr.
Blue—his head swollen massive, enduring the overwhelming power of the Hulk Serum—greedily watched everything afar.
He had been kicked away by Abomination, and a single drop of Hulk Serum had dripped onto his head, triggering a catastrophic evolution in his brain.
Yet the higher his intelligence grew, the more reluctant he was to leave.
Mr.
Blue couldn’t bear to leave these strange creatures.
With his intellect, he had calculated all the information from his first glance at Duval and the Xenomorphs tens of billions of times—without a doubt, his memory and processing power were at this level, far surpassing standard strong AI.
Mr.
Blue noticed the ultimate aesthetic perfection of the Xenomorph as a weapon; every curve of its body was forged for battle.
He also realized there were different castes of Xenomorphs, dimly inferring even more, making him even less willing to leave.
Until, with his vastly enhanced vision, he saw the chestburster scene with Abomination, shaking all over.
Not just with fear, but intense excitement.
“There’s actually a monster like this in the world!
I get it now…
That’s why that man made his move holding that egg, why the spider that crawled out of the egg died inexplicably after clinging to Blonsky’s face…” “It was all to parasitize him—all to gain Blonsky’s power!!” If it were only this, Mr.
Blue would have been astonished, but not to the point of risking his life to stay, until he witnessed the newly born Xenomorph’s inner jaw—like a second tongue—easily punch through Abomination’s missile-proof skull.
Combining all his previous deductions, Mr.
Blue confirmed a hypothesis.
“These things can parasitize different hosts and obtain their power…
no, their genes!
But gene sequences in a living organism are immensely complex.
How does this creature filter out useful genes so quickly?
What is its criteria for deciding what’s useful and what isn’t?” Does it only extract combat-favorable genes?
Or even more absurdly…
seize all superior genes in one go, discard all inferior ones, and burst from the chest with potential far outstripping the host?
Mr.
Blue didn’t dare be certain.
The hypothesis was too insane.
If it were true, then without a doubt, this unknown organism was a perfect creation.
He could hardly fathom how that man of unknown origin had obtained these creatures, let alone how he controlled them.
“A telepathic link like Professor X’s?
Or do these creatures imprint like birds, viewing the first person they see as their mother?” Mr.
Blue’s heart hammered.
As a researcher, he certainly had his own ambitions, but at least one thing was absolute instinct: the pursuit of ultimate beauty in his domain of expertise.
In Mr.
Blue’s eyes, Abomination, Hulk—without exception, they were all discarded prototypes of the Creator, completely beneath notice compared to the Xenomorph.
No matter how powerful, elite, or infinitely potential-laden a lifeform was, once parasitized by a Xenomorph, the chestburster would surpass it in a far stronger, more flawless form.
How could anything compare to that?
Most people could never fully realize their potential due to limited time and energy; it was impossible to master every skill they were inherently capable of learning.
A Xenomorph was different.
Born from taking all superior host genes, maxing out its potential, and evolving into a mature form after a brief period of development, it could completely surpass the host.
Too terrifying, too suffocating, too…
beautiful!
“Mine…
it’s mine!!
Such a perfect organism belongs to me—the greatest biologist in human history, Samuel Sterns!” Mr.
Blue’s massive head finally stopped expanding.
His intelligence had ballooned roughly five hundred times in a very short period.
Intelligences aside, facing a creature never before seen or heard of, his hysterical greed and desire drove him near madness.
“And that dark-haired man—he took an attack from a near-death Blonsky.
His body isn’t normal either!
Could there be some connection between him and these lifeforms?
Is that how he controls these beautiful creatures?” Even with his extraordinary intelligence, the lack of data and unknown domain caused his brain to stall slightly.
The logical dead end suffocated him.
Suddenly, Mr.
Blue saw Duval turn his head and look directly toward him.
Their eyes met.
*He found me!* the thought flashed through Mr.
Blue’s head.
“Looks like that big-headed doll pulled through,” Duval mused, scanning him while maintaining mental communication with the Abomination Xenomorph.
“Though I wonder who’s smarter—him or the comic version of Samuel Sterns.” Duval observed Mr.
Blue’s transformation.
In the comics, Samuel Sterns—Mr.
Blue—was known as one of the eight smartest people on Earth, acquiring supreme intellect through accidental exposure to gamma radiation.
Here, the Mr.
Blue before Duval had his intellect boosted by a drop of Hulk Serum onto his brain.
Duval could now confirm one thing: the universe he was in was not a pure movie universe.
Considering Marvel’s vast and chaotic multiverse, blindly defining the universe before thoroughly exploring it would easily lead to fatal miscalculations at a critical moment.
A cautious approach toward everything was the safest mindset.
Besides, even if it were purely the movie universe, it wouldn’t be safe.
The multiversal gods beyond the universe looked down from above, causing trouble across the multiverse, lending debts, planting landmines—who knew what artifact or creature tainted with multiversal power might jump out of some obscure corner?
Not to mention the mega-multiversal conceptual entities beyond the multiverse, which were even more dangerous.
By the Seventh Multiverse, all kinds of genuine high-tier entities took action one after another, upgrading the entire Marvel setting to an omnipotent concept.
Dispatching a Runner Xenomorph to keep an eye on Mr.
Blue in secret, Duval raised his head and looked into the distance.
The commotion here had already spread.
He had anticipated that people would arrive shortly.
However, he hadn’t expected that the first to arrive wouldn’t be Blade, Iron Man, SHIELD agents, or other heroes and villains, but rather a…
well, Superman?
Draped in a blue-and-gold suit, levitating in midair without any physical medium, with a cold expression and a flash of golden light in his eyes that brewed powerful energy ready to fire at any moment.
Aside from lacking a cape and red trunks, this guy looked remarkably like the Superman from the distinguished competition in almost every aspect.
At a single glance, Duval remained outwardly calm, but internally felt deeply amused and bewildered.
He hadn’t expected the first arrival to be this guy.
One of the eleven Eternals stationed on Earth for thousands of years, burdened with the task of nurturing a Celestial, indirectly destroying Earth, and eradicating humanity…
Ikaris!