Power Gem.
Mind Gem.
A virtual aggregate of the Time Stone's rules.
And a half-grown baby drooling and gnawing on a power gem that was emitting a purple halo.
Looking at this scene, Luke couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
How had he unknowingly accessed the power of all four Infinity Stones? Oh, and there was also the Reality Stone, carried by Malekith as he roamed the world, dodging Nidavellir's pursuit. If nothing unexpected happened, he would eventually be captured by the Abyss. In that case, with only the Soul Stone, would he have completed the universe's six-piece suit?
But after thinking about it, it seems that there won't be much change even if I collect them all.
After all, no matter what, according to what Ancient One told himself, he would sooner or later break through the single universe and go to the multiverse.
Everything that happened in the barren land was transmitted back to him in its entirety by the data dimension. Using the data dimension, which was already expanding into the virtual dark side of the universe, Luke couldn't help but intervene.
For example, in the end, the power gem provided energy to connect the data dimension and the barren land, and a small piece of the data dimension was materialized in the main universe.
In other words, the data dimension has an additional physical entrance and exit in this universe, just like a celestial black hole.
Luke wasted so much energy to materialize such an input and output port, and of course, some ideas suddenly occurred to him. These ideas were not sudden flashes of inspiration, but simply fragments of ideas that he had already had before, and suddenly encountered the right opportunity, so he couldn't help but lay them out first.
He discovered that if those dimensional demons were high-end customers, then the civilizations and organizations, large and small, across the universe could barely be considered mid- to low-end customers. After all, Thanos's Dark Quadrant, the Collector's Vault, and the Kree Empire's fleet and weaponry were all quite a surprise to Luke.
Luke didn't care about the Black Order, nor did he care about Ronan the Accuser and his fleet and weapons, but after combining with the data dimension, they successfully achieved one of Luke's ideas, which made Luke care a lot.
Multiverse Dimension Trading Field.
Luke solemnly wrote his name on the plan.
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Fairy Palace.
Odin has begun to delegate power to his two sons to manage the affairs of Asgard. So during this period, Thor and Loki were almost busy.
Although the war was temporarily over, the subsequent troubles and the pile of matters that needed to be dealt with were enough to overwhelm the two brothers. Not to mention anything else, just the post-war reconstruction plan for the Nine Realms alone was enough to make the two brothers scratch their heads.
While Thor's brains were no longer just brawn, these matters were clearly still beyond his capabilities. Loki, while intelligent and capable, was somewhat adept at scheming and scheming, but when it came to serious work, his ambitions were overshadowed by his abilities. Consequently, the early stages of their relationship were utterly miserable.
Just quit?
Behind him is the silent and serious face of the God-King Odin, and Gungnir surrounded by lightning.
The two brothers didn't understand why their father suddenly forced them to do something and started to torment them.
Mephisto has been jumping around in the Nine Realms during this period. Odin has put all his spare energy on Mephisto, except for staring at his two stupid sons with regret.
Regardless of whether they were a group of interested parties or allies, Mephisto was not someone one could trust. Odin felt that if he didn't keep a close eye on them, even with the constraints of the contract, Mephisto would be able to rid the Nine Realms of loopholes and effectively turn them into his own backyard.
The Nine Realms were a cyclical whole, and for the sake of the Nine Realms' balance, Odin would never allow Mephisto to use any means to disrupt this balance, especially since the World Tree was still in its weakened state and gradually recovering.
After expelling the Nidavellir Dwarves, the exiled Paradise was pulled back into the World Tree, becoming part of the cycle. This also requires time to gradually adjust and stabilize.
So most of the time, whenever Mephisto showed up, Odin would pull him over for tea and have a chat about self-cultivation or something like that.
Mephisto couldn't do anything about Odin's thief-proofing measures. After all, he was used to this kind of treatment wherever he went. Even as a collaborator, the fact that he didn't even pick up Gungnir to stretch his muscles with him was a testament to Odin's current self-cultivation.
As for Ancient One?
She might use various unexpected things to thwart his plans, and then kick his demons back to the hell dimension.
Mephisto and Odin, who were cultivating their moral character, were discussing when to deal with Surtur and Raul. Suddenly, they raised their heads as if they sensed something.
A brilliant dimensional gate rose in front of the two of them.
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Kamar-Taj.
"I think we need to be frank and have a sincere talk with each other." Strange shouted to Mordo who turned and walked away after seeing him.
Mordo turned around and looked at Strange and asked, "What do you want to talk about?"
"Let's talk about what needs to be talked about. I know you're upset that I took your place."
"Watch your words, Master Strange." Mordo waved his hand to interrupt Strange.
"Look, you don't even want to call me the Sorcerer Supreme. I know that before I came, you thought this position should be yours. But that's not my problem." Strange spread his hands.
"No one said it was your problem. I do respect and yearn for the position of Supreme Sorcerer. But I know that I should not be the most satisfactory successor to the Ancient One." Mordo said with a straight face.
"Actually, you're pretty good... Oh no, wait, I'm not finished yet!" Strange said, and suddenly seemed to realize something, and looked up at the sky with Mordo.
In the daytime sky, a bright light, as bright as a star in the night, suddenly lit up. Amidst Strange's refusal, a beam of light descended from the sky, accurately covering Strange. When the beam of light disappeared, Strange had already disappeared from the spot.
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On the S.H.I.E.L.D. aircraft carrier.
As a helicarrier facing obsolescence upon its birth, it had now been completely reduced to a mobile office platform for S.H.I.E.L.D. Nick Fury sat at the main console, mentally calculating how much good things he could get from Luke with a loan from Strange.
Although companies like Osborn grew rapidly with the support of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hyperion, their technology and the equipment they produced were still quite far from the top standards in Nick's mind.
After all, Nick, having witnessed the might of the Demon God, had broadened his horizons. He needed something capable of participating in high-level combat. For a while, he'd been tempted to use his ultimate trump card, the pager, to summon Ms. Marvel. But he only had a fleeting thought before suppressing it.
Ms. Marvel was his friend, but not his subordinate. He couldn't ask Carol to be imprisoned here as a fighting force for S.H.I.E.L.D., and she would probably never accept such an arrangement.
The captain's strength is growing rapidly, but he is now fully focused on his duties. He is even said to have missed Stark and his team's internal group gatherings several times.
Frank, yes, that old friend he had cultivated with his accumulated resources, although he was still willing to give him face, but he turned around and sold himself to Haibolun, under the pretext of making money to pay off debts. He trained a large number of security personnel for Haibolun.
He is not in S.H.I.E.L.D.!
Nick sighed deeply. He counted his assets and talents, and even the strongest of them would be nothing more than cannon fodder in the disaster he envisioned. This made Nick feel uneasy.
He knew very well that the power SHIELD currently held was already a relatively strong force in the Atrium, and maintaining law and order would be no problem.
Unfortunately, Nick, along with the people behind him, couldn't accept S.H.I.E.L.D.'s gradual decline into a mere auxiliary security organization. After all, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s presence within the organization was far too low. They worried that one day, due to its low presence, the big guys would completely throw it out of the loop.
This feeling of uncertainty constantly surrounds Nick, making him extremely anxious. Currently, the only way to strengthen S.H.I.E.L.D. and get rid of these awkward and transparent roles seems to be to deeply bind and get closer to Luke's Hebron.
After all, Luke was the only one who had always been supportive of S.H.I.E.L.D., or rather, he had always supported it. Although he had taken a lot of blame and helped to deal with a lot of complicated matters, overall, the cooperation between the two parties had been quite pleasant so far.
Apart from Luke's Heberon, it seems that no other forces are willing to help them or can help them.
Strange politely declined his request. The God King Odin wouldn't easily interfere in the affairs of the Atrium without the Sorcerer Supreme and Luke. Mephisto might offer his assistance, but Nick understood the principle of inviting a wolf into the house. Even if the people behind him were confused, he would flatly refuse. Without Luke and Strange's witnesses and participation, S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't be able to collaborate with Mephisto in any meaningful way.
After counting, there is still only Luke.
Nick was helpless. Then, he was engulfed by a sudden burst of energy from behind him, and before the eyes of the numerous agents, he vanished.
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"Couldn't they have just given us a heads-up before the meeting?" Strange appeared at the Sorcerer Supreme's seat at the conference table, his voice grumbling as he emerged. He'd barely managed to seize the opportunity to communicate with Mordo, who had been avoiding him, even employing a bit of the Eye of Agamotto's power. Everything was going well, but before he could finish, something unexpected happened, interrupting him.
"Are we going to deal with both Surtur? I suggest we get rid of Raul first, he is relatively weak." Mephisto is now accustomed to holding a meeting from time to time to discuss something.
After all, as a dimensional lord, being able to sit down and discuss peacefully with a partner of relatively equal strength was a rare occurrence. At least when Odin first saw him in the Nine Realms, he would never hold Gungnir in his hand and kindly invite him for a drink. If he didn't stab him to death with a spear, he would have been considered a good-tempered person.
"There's no need to rush for Raul and the others. We haven't confirmed their whereabouts yet. This meeting is about a business that requires investment." Luke knocked on the table in front of him.
Odin, who had been leaning forward, suddenly leaned back against the chair behind him, his back uninterested, upon hearing Luke's words. Ancient One and Strange, on the other hand, remained calm, their master and apprentice whispering affectionately to each other.
Mephisto seemed quite interested. Or rather, he was interested in anything that could bring him benefits.
As for Nick, who was brought here by force without even receiving any notice, he touched his empty pocket, oh no, pocket that contained a loan, and looked hesitant.
"We have always focused our attention and energy on demons and gods from other dimensions, thus neglecting other groups that could also bring us profits and become bank customers."
Luke's words immediately attracted the attention of everyone at the conference table.
"Tell me more." Mephisto rubbed his hands.
"The various civilizations and lives in this universe, after making the appropriate preparations, can also provide us with a huge supply of energy. One universe may not be able to match the group of dimensional demons, but what about the multiverse? In the infinite multiverse, how much energy can those civilizations and lives bring us?
Even the most advanced civilizations are far easier to conquer than those dimensional demons. We need not only high-end clients, but also a large number of mid-range and low-end clients. Luke said, "I believe you, Mephisto, must have information on the coordinates of other universes. I can provide the technology to travel through the multiverse."
I recently established an experimental trading platform. We can try out a deal with those civilizations and see what the results are. You can also wait and see for now.
If this model is established, we can open similar trading venues in many multiverses and add various functional modules to them according to customer requirements and our needs.
We can describe it as a highway for communication and exchange between civilizations and the universe, a path for life, a path for evolution, and so on. As the civilizations we cultivate and attract grow stronger, other civilizations and organizations unwilling to join will be forced to join or be destroyed. Ultimately, we can easily and sustainably harvest the entire universe. Of course, this is a long-term plan.
"Also, I suggest introducing a new partner. His abilities will be of great assistance to our plan."
At the end of Luke's sweet pie painting, he also made a proposal that cheered everyone up.
"Who do you want to invite?" Mephisto asked reluctantly.
"Nightmare!" Luke gave the candidate.