Demon King of Time in Marvel

Chapter 12 I'm in the Marvel Universe

As Ohma saw the rising Earth, a dry chuckle escaped his lips. "Well, this is great." No need to fret. At full speed, I could reach Earth in about…30 days.

Suddenly, the sky above was filled with spaceships. They emerged from the darkness of space in vast numbers, forming a formidable blockade around the Earth. It was a sight that would have intimidated most people.

Ohma's eyes widened. He recognized the distinct design of the ships, the sharp angles, and the advanced technology. A memory surfaced, a fragmented image from… somewhere else. A movie? A comic book? He couldn't quite place it, but the feeling was undeniable.

Should I borrow a ship? This journey requires… a more immediate solution.

Ohma swiftly decided his course of action. He headed for the nearest ship.

A faint thump echoed against the hull of the ship. The Kree inside the ship were flabbergasted when they heard someone knocking the door of the spaceship. It goes without saying but they were in space, who the hell knocks?

Seeing as there was no response, Ohma decided to use [Stasis] , destroy the door, go inside, then use [Rewind] on the door and restore it.

The Kree were still watching the door like hawks, ready to shoot if any anomaly appeared. Not knowing that the anomaly was standing right beside them.

"So, what are we standing here for?" Ohma asked.

His sudden voice startled the Kree. One of them screamed, then they all pointed their energy blasters at him.

"Believe me, those would do you more harm than me," Ohma said calmly, "I just want a ride to Earth and we can be done."

"Who are you? And how did you get inside?" A Kree spoke in a 'threatening' tone.

"I wasn't informed that the universal language had changed to English," Ohma chuckled.

"This device translates nearly all languages," the Kree explained, pointing to his wrist.

"Oh, that's handy. Given your generous hospitality, I'm sure you won't mind if I borrow it. In fact, I'm sure you'd insist I take it as a gift." Ohma chuckled, his voice low and steady. He didn't raise his voice, didn't make any aggressive gestures. But there was something in him, a quiet intensity that made the Kree uneasy. They'd trained to face down armed enemies, but this… this was different. This man radiated a sense of power, not through shouting or threats, but through an unnerving calm. It was like facing a force of nature – implacable, inevitable.

The Kree visibly trembled. "W-we would l-like to g-gift it to you," one stuttered, handing him the communicator, on the verge of collapsing.

Suddenly, a brilliant streak of light erupted near the edge of the fleet. It resembled a shooting star, but far larger. Even from this distance, Devon could see the distinct form of a figure, radiating energy, moving with incredible speed. She was a tiny speck against the backdrop of the massive ships, yet she commanded attention.

He squinted, trying to get a clearer view. The figure unleashed a massive blast of energy, a wave of pure power that ripped through the front ranks of the fleet, sending smaller ships scattering and larger vessels reeling.

Devon's breath caught in his throat. He watched in awe as the figure, now clearly identifiable as a woman, moved with incredible speed and power, weaving through the ships like a force of nature. Even at this distance, he could sense the sheer force of her energy, the raw power she exuded.

A memory solidified, a name surfacing from the depths of his mind. Captain… Captain Marvel. The pieces clicked into place. Captain Marvel…The Ships… the Earth in the sky… Wait a minute… He looked back at the blue and green planet, a dawning realization spreading across his face. This isn't just Earth. It's… THE Earth. It's the Marvel Universe.

Realizing where he was, Ohma took the communicator and stepped back outside, standing on the ship's hull. The Kree inside remained too stunned to react

The silence of space, amplifying the weight of his realization. He looked back at Earth, a mixture of awe and apprehension filling him. I'm in the Marvel Universe. What am I going to do now?

Ohma, realizing the gravity of his situation, knew he needed answers. He focused his will, opening a gate back to the Keep. The familiar cool air of the Keep a stark contrast to the vacuum of space. He walked through the rough-hewn entrance, the cave walls seamlessly transitioning into the polished obsidian corridors of the Keep. The random aesthetic shifts were already in full effect; one moment he was walking past walls adorned with ancient hieroglyphs, the next he was traversing a corridor of gleaming chrome and neon.

He made his way back to the Throne Room, the massive golden throne dominating the space. The holographic display on the ceiling still showed the fractured timelines, a chaotic tapestry of broken realities. He sat down, the throne accepting his weight as if it had been waiting for him.

Time to get some answers. He focused his will, accessing the Keep's vast database. He searched for any information related to interdimensional travel, specifically anything that might explain his unexpected arrival in the Marvel Universe.

Data flowed into his mind, a torrent of information about different dimensions, alternate realities, and the delicate balance that held them all together. He learned about dimensional breaches, nexus points, and the rare instances where beings could cross between realities.

But there was nothing specific about his situation. Nothing about a being with temporal powers being forcibly transported to another universe. Great. Just my luck. This is almost as disorienting as… that first moment. Waking up with no idea where I was.

Wait, that's it.

He quickly found the time where he first appeared in the green plains. Moving the time a bit backwards, he saw a whirling mass of white particles making his body, shortly afterwards he woke up. That tells me nothing about how I got here.

Then, a new query formed in his mind, seemingly guided by the Keep itself. He focused on the name Nathaniel Richards—the anomaly from the book of failed test takers.

Information about Nathaniel Richards flooded his mind. A brilliant scientist, a pioneer of interdimensional travel, a man obsessed with exploring the multiverse. He had even created technology capable of traversing dimensions, though his experiments were often… unstable.

But the information also included whispers, legends, rumors of other names, other identities. Names like… Kang.

A cold feeling settled in Ohma's stomach. Kang… I've heard that name before. It's Kang, the conqueror. The creator of the TVA, the guy that likes to mess with time, not understanding that time tends to mess back. If my memory serves me well, in the MCU, he only prunes timelines that lead to variant Kangs and not 'He Who Remains'.

He was an obstacle, currently Ohma's objective was to restore the timeline and Kangs were unproductive to the health of timelines. I will have to find time to deal with that imitator later.

The Keep then presented him with another piece of information, not through visuals, but through a feeling, an understanding. This universe… it was in danger. Imminent, catastrophic danger. And the faint trace of Cronos particles still lingering within his own temporal energy, the very particles that had given him his powers, were the key. The universe had recognized him, recognized the Cronos particles. It needed someone who could manipulate time, someone who was… worthy.

The Keep had brought him here, drawn by the faint echoes of Cronos, hoping that he, a being touched by temporal energy, could somehow restore balance. He had been summoned by the multiverse itself.

The marvel universe's power scale varied according to the comic, and the film, but what could be said to be confirmed was that there were being far more powerful than him, especially if he started meddling with different universes.

Ohma had decided to go on a training arc. He stood up and made his way to the library, collecting books such as Temporal Manipulation for Dummies, Energy Manipulation 101, You Too Can Fly and various research papers about spacetime and went to the training room.

Cue that training music, it's time for maximum effort.

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The Kree Report

Two Kree officers, their faces a mixture of bewilderment and exhaustion, stood before their commanding officer, a stern-looking Kree with a perpetually unimpressed expression.

"So," the commander began, his voice flat, "let me get this straight. You were patrolling near Earth, as ordered, when… what exactly happened?"

"We were boarded, sir," one of the officers stammered. "By… a human."

"A human?" The commander raised a skeptical eyebrow. "In space? Without a ship?"

"He… he knocked, sir," the other officer offered weakly.

The commander stared at them. "He knocked? On a spaceship? In the vacuum of space?"

"Yes, sir," the first officer confirmed. "And then… he just walked in."

"Walked in?" the commander repeated, his voice rising slightly. "How? Did he bypass the security systems? Disable the shields? Use some sort of advanced cloaking technology?"

"We… we don't know, sir," the second officer admitted. "He just… appeared. Next to us. Like he'd always been there."

"And then?" the commander pressed.

"He asked for a ride to Earth, sir," the first officer said. "And… well, he sort of… persuaded us to give him the universal translator."

"Persuaded?" The commander's eyebrow was now practically touching his hairline.

"With what? Threats? Force?"

The officers exchanged nervous glances.

"He… he just talked to us, sir," the second officer explained. "He was very… calm. But also… kind of scary."

"Scary?" the commander echoed. "A human, who knocked on your spaceship in space, was scary?"

The commander leaned back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. "So, to summarize," he said slowly, "a human, with no apparent means of space travel, boarded your ship by knocking, asked for a ride, and then politely requested your universal translator, which you promptly gave him."

"Yes, sir," the officers mumbled in unison.

The commander sighed. "I'm putting this in the official report as… 'Unexplained Phenomenon.' And I'm recommending both of you for… mandatory vacation. On a planet with no spaceships. Or humans who knock on them in space. Dismissed!"

The two Kree officers scurried out of the room, relieved to escape further questioning. As they left, one whispered to the other, "Maybe we should just stick to fighting people who don't knock on spaceships in the vacuum of space, okay?"

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