Marvel's Superman

"Give up your unrealistic fantasies. Superman isn't like other men. He's the ultimate powerhouse who can beat Sebastian Shaw and Namor in one fell swoop, and you may not be able to drain him."

Looking at the lusty appearance of the Black Queen, Mister Sinister poured cold water on her fantasies.

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He knew that the other party was proficient in black and white magic and was once a feared and famous witch.

The most passionate about drawing out the living soul to replenish her vitality and prolong her life.

To Selene, a superior man like Superman was simply a delicious meal.

The idea of a young body that was strong and vigorous was mouth-watering.

Mister Sinister could guarantee that if Superman appeared in this mansion, Selene would definitely take the initiative to ask him to bed without hesitation.

"That's not necessarily true."

The Black Queen's red lips gently opened, her eyes revealed a confident look.

"No matter how strong the individual is, the male creature's instincts wouldn't change. ... The possessive nature within your bones, as well as the predatory and demanding nature, always exists."

As a witch with long life, Selene was well informed and experienced.

Her understanding of things between men and women was no worse than that of magic.

She gently supported her cheek with one hand, and her beautiful, charming body leaned against the sofa, showing a lazy amorous aura.

Mister Sinister turned a blind eye. He was a mad scientist, similar to Sebastian Shaw.

His desire for women was far less than the pursuit of power and the exploration of truth.

"The dual physical and psychological satisfaction of possessing a superb, attractive female creature is a temptation that no man can resist."

The Black Queen stared at Luke on TV and thought she had a good chance to accept him as a servant under her skirt.

After all, he was only a young man in his twenties.

Everyone had experiences and knowledge that needed enough time to be honed to grow truly.

"There's a saying in the East. People who are good at swimming often drown easily."

Mister Sinister reminded her and didn't add anything else.

His relationship with the Black Queen was not a commanding officer or a subordinate who obeys orders.

"You have to give it a try, Nathaniel."

The Black Queen didn't pay attention to the other's reminder but smiled lightly, "I have absorbed so many souls, but I am still a long way from achieving my goal."

"Superman is as close as you've ever seen to the power of Apocalypse. His soul quality is completely beyond the standard, which is enough to make up for the lack of quantity!"

Selene, who had been active in the European continent since the Roman Empire, was tired of all the novelty in the world, leaving only one goal.

That was to become a demon god in charge of a certain dimension!

On par with the Sorcerer Supreme!

The one after that...

In fact, it was more difficult than becoming a god.

In the circle of dimensional demons, there were also different stages.

As strong as the Lord of Oblivion, Cyttorak. At his peak, he was able to arm wrestle with the five gods of the universe and Living Tribunal -- provided he stayed in his realm.

For a big boss of this level, even the Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One had to show due respect.

There was also the often-overlooked Trinity of Vishanti, which could be said to be the most powerful magic deity under Eternity.

The Sorcerer Supremes of the past, there's a reason why they were such high profiles.

In addition to their strength, it was closely related to their deep background and solid backing.

Those who wanted to stretch their tentacles into the main universe needed to give some respect.

In contrast, the 'underdog' was Mephisto, the Lord of Hell.

There was also Dormammu, who often pulled the wool over people's eyes, and who had repeatedly failed to collect debts and had been banned.

The former refers to the time when he failed to sit on Satan's throne and unify Hell.

That was Mephisto's peak moment, daring to compete with Odin, and also hammered the planet devourer -- Galactus.

However, the strength of this hell lord fluctuated, and when he was weak, even Doctor Strange could stomp him to the ground.

So, when it came to ranking, it was customary to put him at the tail end.

The latter, Dormammu, failed to live up to the amazing opportunity simply because his upper limit was too low.

Originally a sorcerer, he accidentally discovered the Dark Dimension and entered it, becoming its master.

Just like a novice village player suddenly experiencing a promotion to a super-advanced level.

This also resulted in the fact that Dormammu, a dimensional demon, had no individual power corresponding to it.

To sum up, in the circle of dimension demons, the starting point was the Allfather, and the upper limit could be as high as the Omniverse.

With the ability of the Black Queen, unless luck breaks out, ruling over a dimension like Dormammu...

If not, even if she did become a god, she would die as the weakest kind.

Challenging the Ancient One head-on was a dream.

"As long as it doesn't interfere with my plan, do whatever you want."

Mister Sinister stated.

He was very happy to see the Black Queen diverted Superman's attention and created more opportunities for himself.

"Haha, if Apocalypse really wakes up, what would you do?"

The Black Queen said lazily.

"The mutant god surely would never have imagined that his loyal underling was in truth a shameful thief who wanted to steal power."

Mister Sinister's face remained unchanged, without the slightest hint of annoyance.

In the first half of his life, he was no different from ordinary people- getting married, having children, and starting a family.

The only difference was probably the special status of a geneticist.

In the 19th century, Darwin published the theory of evolution, which caused a shock to the academic community.

One of his British counterparts, Mister Sinister, wrote an even more radical and unacceptable paper.

For a while, both were strongly questioned, and the voice of criticism surged like a flood.

To prove that his theory was correct, Mister Sinister began to devote all his time to research, thus becoming a little insane.

One day, he was involved in the excavation work of an Egyptian archaeological team when he encountered the awakening of Apocalypse.

The mutant god himself was a supporter of the theory of 'survival of the fittest.'

He found that Mister Sinister's research was quite to his appetite.

So, in a good mood, he gave Nathaniel Essex powerful abilities and took him under his wing.

However, Apocalypse didn't think that Mister Sinister was a traitor.

He didn't worship a mutant buried in the ground, sleeping for years, as a supreme god.

But thinking about how to steal the other party's power and become the god of the new world instead.

"Selene, instead of worshipping others, we should be on the altar of God ourselves."

Mister Sinister turned off the TV. The diamond-shaped gem on his forehead glowed.

"Mutant genes contain the secrets of the gods, which I will soon be able to decipher."

"Apocalypse is just a backward thinking old man who has never thought about exploring the source of his power."

"But I am different. I know the value of knowledge and the value of truth."

The Black Queen looked at Mister Sinister with great enthusiasm, the corners of her mouth slightly curved, and said, "You intend to work with Hydra to establish a mutant gene database? As far as I know, Superman's S.H.I.E.L.D. has been working on this for a long time."

Mister Sinister's face darkened, and he snorted, "Then we'll see who can get to the finish line first."

He believed that by studying mutants, the genetic code could be unlocked.

Then he could become an almost all-powerful mutant god-like Apocalypse!

"Selene, if you want to seduce Superman, you should hurry."

Mister Sinister's eyes moved slightly and whispered, "After the Peace Summit, his reputation will reach its peak. A man with a successful career, at the peak of his life, usually has little resistance to beautiful women, feeling full of satisfaction."

The Black Queen seemed to be motivated. She tossed her hair back, smiling charmingly.

"Paris ... is worth a visit."

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...

At Versailles, Luke, who finished his opening speech, returned to his seat and suddenly felt a chill on his back, like a cold wind blowing over.

'Who's thinking of me?'

He glanced around and found no suspicious characters.

Lieutenant General Superman, whose reputation had set a new record, didn't know that someone was greedy for his body, far away in London.

Selene, the Black Queen, met Luke only once last time, and they never encountered each other again.

After getting rid of Sebastian Shaw, he didn't care about the other party either.

"Good results. I was almost moved to tears by you."

Howard leaned over quietly and teased, "A pacifist ... that's funny enough."

"Shut up! You're in no position to say that, Howard."

Luke cast a contemptuous look and sneered, "Every penny Stark Industries earns comes from war and death."

Howard decisively shut up and stopped talking.

Every company's history was always accompanied by subversion and violation of the rules.

Especially in the military-industrial enterprises, the constant flow of money flowing into their pockets had the strong smell of blood.

They relied on war and chaos to complete the amassment.

As Marx said --

'Capital comes dripping from head to toe, from every pore, with blood and dirt.'

Therefore, people with too high a moral bottom line were often unsuitable to participate in the game of politics and finance.

Even if he was as cheeky as Howard, he was too embarrassed to say that he was a businessman with a conscience.

"It's your turn to step up."

After a while, Luke bumped his shoulder against Howard and whispered, "After this, it's the technology sharing session with Atlantis. I gave you a list before; have you read it all?"

"What? Oh, that, I've got it all down."

Howard, who dozed off with his head down, snapped awake, and his tired face became excited.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. gave me three places to choose from: the portable life support system, reverse reduction of high-pressure water cannon, and special energy dissipation and shock absorption technology of Atlantis."

Luke nodded with satisfaction. It seems Howard was still obsessed with the power armor.

These three technical aspects were the difficulties encountered when developing power armor and putting it into practical use.

The first-generation Iron Man.

Done!

"Watch your performance, don't let Atlantis get too upset."

Luke patted Howard's shoulder. The agreement drawn up by the Peace Summit required the underwater people to provide twenty cutting-edge technologies to the land world.

This was the most crucial one besides establishing diplomatic and trade channels.

"Business negotiation, cutting meat with a blunt knife, this is my strong point."

With his chin slightly raised, Howard put on a pair of gold wire glasses to cover the dark circles under his eyes and sat down in the main seat with his head held high.

When facing Luke, he was coy, but when it came to the defeated Atlanteans, he could finally throw a serious punch!

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