New York, Brooklyn, Heisenberg Tower.
Lying on the rooftop, soaking up the sun, Heisenberg idly speculated about the Avengers' recent meeting.
In his view, the Avengers had gathered early only to deal with him.
So, what would they use against him?
The Hulk?
Ridiculous. With a bit of thought, he could easily devise a way to handle that brute.
He could fly, after all. All he needed to do was drag the Hulk into the sun and toss him in.
Even if he couldn't kill him, the Hulk wouldn't escape the sun's gravity, right?
If S.H.I.E.L.D. weren't foolish, they'd never let the Hulk anywhere near him.
After all, without conflict, the Hulk could remain a bluff.
But if they fought, sorry—no more bluff.
So, would Captain Marvel be their final play?
Or would they truly see the Purple Man as his weakness?
Honestly, with a Kryptonian brain, Heisenberg was adept at quick thinking.
The Purple Man was merely a bait to lure S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra into action.
Since Earth in the Marvel universe had Superman comics, S.H.I.E.L.D. should know his magical resistance was slightly lower than his physical resistance.
By throwing the Purple Man, a master manipulator, in front of them and showing his intent to kill him, he'd make them suspicious of his motives and curious about the Purple Man.
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s interest in the Purple Man meant Hydra, lurking within, would also take notice.
Heisenberg…
He wanted Hydra entirely.
Compared to S.H.I.E.L.D., Hydra was the true powerhouse for grand schemes.
Well, organization, not company.
With Hydra, he'd have limitless resources and followers.
Renaming and restructuring it, he'd rule humanity, using it as a core.
He'd bring in alien tech, fleets, and scientists.
If anyone thought humans couldn't make a name for themselves in space?
Impossible.
The Marvel universe wasn't as harsh as the Three-Body universe.
He'd simplify Star-Lord's gear and mass-produce it.
Or simplify Yondu's arrow by a hundredfold and distribute it.
Even mass-produce the garbage-collecting spaceship Valkyrie used in Thor: Ragnarok.
Ha!
Do you think humans would be inferior to aliens?
At least they wouldn't be much worse than Yondu's band of thugs…
By now, Heisenberg had a rough goal—his overall plan for the Marvel universe.
Use Hydra to rule humanity, recruit the Injustice League to bolster human power.
Conquer space, wage cosmic wars, and…
Lie back and profit!
At this thought, Heisenberg almost wanted to break into a dance.
But before executing his plan, he needed a few small advantages.
First, he had to convince Earth's guardian for nearly two millennia, the Ancient One.
Second, he'd exploit major events from the movies to expand the Injustice League.
Finally, he needed resolve, as his plan would inevitably cause countless deaths.
Though most casualties would be Westerners—he had no intention of harming Marvel's Chinese characters.
Still, each life lost would weigh on him.
He'd need to prepare for both the deaths and the backlash.
Those bored critics would surely tear him apart.
Ah, the more they attacked, the more he'd have to eliminate. A vicious cycle.
Should he kill until they dared not speak, or always use public opinion to cloak his actions and goals?
As these thoughts crossed his mind, the sky darkened.
Heisenberg decided to get moving.
Now was the time. He'd fly to the Himalayas and meet the bald old man!
Boom!
Heisenberg shot into the sky, his sharp form slicing the heavens in two.
In what felt like an instant, he saw the snow-capped mountains he'd visited recently.
But he couldn't spot the Ancient One's hiding place.
How could he make the Ancient One appear?
Simple.
Heisenberg's eyes glowed red, and his scorching gaze shot forth.
In moments, the mountain he targeted collapsed.
A massive avalanche erupted, and Heisenberg spotted a group of climbers staring in horror at the summit.
"Oh, a climbing team!"
Heisenberg silently flew near them. The climbers were panicking like ants on a hot pot, desperately seeking survival.
Heisenberg muttered inwardly,
"Ancient One, if you don't rewind this moment, I'll have to freeze the avalanche!"
He wasn't truly heartless—he wouldn't let them die before his eyes.
And the person who appeared next proved Heisenberg right!
In mid-air, the Ancient One smiled at him.
"Heisenberg, stop this, as you intended."
"Hmm."
Heisenberg nodded, then floated before the twenty-plus climbers—clearly Chinese, with small flags on their backpacks.
The climbers were stunned by his appearance.
"What's that…?"
"Holy crap, he's floating!"
"It's a ghost!"
"What the hell is that?!"
Hearing their familiar language, Heisenberg smiled.
"Fellow countrymen, we're here to save you."
As he spoke, Heisenberg took a deep breath and flew wildly around the avalanche.
With each pass, he froze the snow, solidifying it. In just three seconds, the raging avalanche turned back into ice.
The only downside?
Mount Everest now had a 130-meter-long ice ring around it!
Like a giant hula hoop, climbing it would be much harder now.
"Ahhhh!!!"
"Damn, it's a god, a real god!"
"Why does this foreign god look like that?"
"Never mind, didn't you read Superman comics? He kinda looks like Superman."
"Your Superman wears pajamas?"
"Uh…"
The rescued climbers erupted in excited discussion, but Heisenberg had already returned to the Ancient One.
Watching him return, the Ancient One nodded thoughtfully, then snapped her fingers. A circular portal appeared.
"Follow me to Kamar-Taj. We have plenty of time."
"Okay!"
Heisenberg complied, stepping through the portal with her.
The Ancient One didn't hide her disciples—they appeared in Kamar-Taj's courtyard, where over eighty apprentice sorcerers trained arduously.
Uh…
Why were they training in martial arts?
Some practiced staff techniques, others swordplay, and a few jumped around working on footwork.
Was this really Kamar-Taj, or a circus or martial arts school?
Seeming to notice Heisenberg's confusion, the Ancient One smiled and gestured to her disciples.
"Meet Heisenberg. His power rivals mine. Though our views on Earth differ slightly, our goals align."
Her words fell, and the disciples turned to Heisenberg.
Their eyes were filled with astonishment, each expression unique.
Some were in awe, others aspirational, a few wary, and some… resentful.
Of course, there's also an ugly astonishment in the universe, but we won't mention that.
Heisenberg smiled at the sorcerers and subtly expanded his bio-field.
As everyone knows, the bio-field alters the four fundamental forces within a certain range around Heisenberg.
Under his control, the field's balance shifted to suppress biological life.
Whoosh!
Dust swirled in Kamar-Taj's courtyard, and the sorcerers felt their bodies grow heavy.
Three sorcerers immediately collapsed, while others stumbled to the ground.
Heisenberg had altered the weak nuclear force and gravity in his field, causing their discomfort in mere moments.
Meanwhile, the Ancient One beside him pressed her palms together.
In an instant, Heisenberg's bio-field vanished.
Her gesture had pulled everyone into the Mirror Dimension.
Heisenberg tested it—with focus, he could still use his bio-field in the Mirror Dimension.
Though it altered spacetime and physical laws, the bio-field persisted wherever the four fundamental forces existed.
But with changed physical laws, he'd need to recalibrate his field's balance.
As Heisenberg sensed his field, the Ancient One addressed her disciples.
"The world is vast, and I'm not invincible.
So, keep striving, prepare for any contingency.
Heisenberg, let's talk in my study. They need more practice—no need to occupy their time and space."
"Okay, lead the way. Guest follows host, right?"
"Hmm, you even know Chinese idioms. Impressive."
"Haha, I'm fluent in all intelligent species' languages in the universe. Chinese is one of the more profound ones."
"More profound than Badoon?"
"Can't compare. Their language—every note is the universe's most beautiful song."
"Haha, you're more witty than I thought."
"And you're more… how to say? Kinder than I expected."
"Perhaps. After all, you're not my enemy."
As they spoke, they entered the Ancient One's study.
Heisenberg showed little interest in the piled magical books or his own magical aptitude—especially in the Marvel universe.
Despite Superman having a form called "Magic Superman," it wasn't from learning magic. Instead, he merged with a demon named Itlergen, granting him magical power.
Even if Superman had aptitude, he couldn't learn Marvel magic.
Because Marvel magic is sorcery!
Its power comes from ancient gods wandering the universe. Every spell cast demands a price.