Marvel 1919 : Rise of an Empire

In the Caribbean Sea, above the waters near the Yucatán Peninsula, George gazed down at the deceptively calm ocean below.

"Boss, is this it?" Bucky, piloting the Flying Fox aircraft, maintained a hover above the surface.

"Yes, it's right here, beneath the sea," George replied with a knowing smile.

Perhaps no one would have imagined that beneath these tranquil waters existed an underwater kingdom called Talokan, inhabited by numerous aquatic people.

Compared to Atlantis, the underwater kingdom in the neighboring DC Universe, Talokan remained far less developed.

DC's Atlantis and Marvel's underwater civilizations from other timelines all possessed extensive histories spanning millennia.

The kingdom of Talokan, however, originated from a small tribe from the Yucatán Peninsula. In 1571, seeking to escape the invasion of Spanish colonizers and the devastating diseases they brought, the entire tribe consumed a unique aquatic enhancement plant that grew upon Vibranium, following their tribal shaman's guidance.

After consuming that plant, their bodies underwent radical mutation, their skin turning blue-green throughout, and they could only extract oxygen from water.

From that point forward, the people of this tribe established their home in the sea, founding the kingdom of Talokan.

Due to dwelling long-term at depths exceeding one hundred meters while enduring immense pressure, the Talokan people's bodies had become exceptionally resilient.

Namor, the king of Talokan, had also mutated from birth because his mother consumed the herb while pregnant with him. Not only did he possess an extended lifespan, but he also wielded superhuman strength.

He possessed Superman-like endurance, durability, agility, reflexes, and speed. He also commanded the ability to fly, utilizing fin-like wings at his ankles to achieve tremendous velocities. His singular weakness was his inability to remain outside water for extended periods, or he would perish.

Because Namor had been deprived of maternal love from a young age, and his skin tone differed from the blue-green of his fellow tribesmen, he had developed a more volatile personality.

Therefore, the incident involving the deaths of the crew aboard the company's freighter was most likely their handiwork.

Even though George had known early on that this kingdom possessed rich Vibranium deposits beneath the sea, he understood that this civilization was extremely xenophobic.

Consequently, even after he had grown stronger, he had never actively interfered with their existence.

However, this time proved different. It could be said they had provided George with justifiable cause.

"Should I fire a few shells to blast them to the surface?" Bucky inquired.

"Shells won't force them up, but you can try firing a few," George replied.

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Talokan Kingdom, Underwater Realm

Numerous blue-skinned Talokan people, mounted on whales, moved freely across the seabed.

The deep ocean was not as dark and frigid as surface dwellers imagined.

The capital of the Talokan Kingdom, housed within a massive circular metallic structure, was adorned with bioluminescent algae and coral formations.

The Talokan people had also fashioned illumination from Vibranium deposits.

All of this remained hidden from human eyes by design.

Inside Namor's personal dwelling, the king, unaware of the approaching danger, continued his painting.

At that moment, a powerfully built, blue-skinned man wearing a ceremonial mask quietly entered the hut.

"Is something troubling you, child?" Namor asked without turning from his work.

As the king of Talokan, having lived for two centuries, he was qualified to address any of his subjects as a child.

"Kukulkan, two days past, Duma led warriors to attack two iron vessels. They killed over fifty surface dwellers."

"It matters not. Those surface nations seek to conquer and enslave us. I have always instructed you to prepare for their eventual aggression. Although the time has not yet come, occasionally eliminating some proves acceptable. I recall Duma's father performing similar acts decades ago," Namor gently helped the man to his feet, then continued, "That represents their family tradition, ever since one of their ancestors fell to surface dwellers years past."

"Understood, Kukulkan," the man replied respectfully.

"Go now!" Namor gestured dismissively.

Just as Namor reached for his paint palette again, he detected the distant sound of continuous explosions.

"Kukulkan..." The man was about to speak.

Namor frowned, seized his spear, strode from the thatched dwelling, and dove into the water like a sharpened arrow, racing directly through the waterway.

The violent explosions grew more distinct, and the turbulent currents formed whirlpools of varying magnitudes.

"Cursed surface dwellers."

The enraged Namor propelled himself with powerful leg strokes, accelerating dramatically.

Bang!

Namor, gripping his Vibranium spear, burst through the water's surface. The wing-like appendages at his ankles beat continuously, producing a distinctive humming sound as they supported him in mid-air like an avenging deity.

"You finally emerged."

Namor, having just broken the surface, had not yet assessed the situation. Before his accumulated fury could find release, he heard a deep voice, rich with amusement, booming in his ears like thunder.

"Boom!"

The atmosphere vibrated, and the sonic boom instantly produced a deafening roar!

Namor's pupils contracted violently as he glimpsed a tall figure arriving instantaneously.

"Bang!"

Poor Namor, having just breached the water's surface, received a devastating downward diagonal punch directly to his face.

Since birth, he had never endured such treatment. Even the warriors in his tribe, when instructing him in combat, had never successfully landed a single blow upon him.

Pain! Agony! The metallic taste of blood!

Crimson fluid mixed with fragments of teeth erupted from his mouth!

Namor himself became like a human cannonball, skipping multiple times across the sea's surface, raising enormous splashes before plunging back into the water.

"You—"

The furious Namor was about to voice his outrage when he felt an iron grip seize his throat, hauling him from the sea into open air.

Although Namor could breathe without relying on his mouth and nose, the sensation of his neck being compressed proved intensely uncomfortable.

Unfortunately, he couldn't even identify his attacker, capable only of flailing his legs and struggling frantically.

George then executed a pulling motion, dragging Namor forward before releasing him with tremendous force.

"Bang!"

Namor, resembling another cannonball, traced a straight trajectory and vanished beneath the waves.

His subordinates, who had just assembled and followed, witnessed their king streak past them at incredible velocity.

Standing atop the black Flying Fox aircraft, George exhaled with satisfaction.

"Excellent!"

George flexed his wrist, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

He did not subscribe to the philosophy of negotiation before violence. Since they were already adversaries, it seemed natural to establish dominance first, ensuring the other party would listen attentively afterward.

When the Talokan warriors finally caught up with Namor and observed their king's swollen visage, they reacted with visible shock.

"Have surface dwellers become this formidable?" It was crucial to understand that Namor represented a divine figure in the hearts of the Talokan people.

Namor shook off his tribesmen's supporting hands, accelerated once more with his spear raised, and, after leaping from the water, charged directly toward that imposing figure.

Just as the spear in Namor's grasp was about to pierce his target, his opponent sidestepped, seized the weapon, and then, using the momentum, delivered a resounding slap.

Although Namor could observe the approaching hand, he possessed no ability to evade it.

"Boom!"

The Talokan warriors who had just surfaced witnessed Namor once again flying laterally at tremendous speed, creating lengthy ripples across the water's surface.

The warriors in the water all expanded their cheeks and began their ritualistic chanting. In George's perception, a peculiar vibration attempted to invade his consciousness.

Unfortunately, the disparity in power proved too vast. Their chanting sounded more like pleasant music to George's ears.

The Talokan warriors, observing that George remained motionless, assumed their hypnotic influence had succeeded, and their chanting intensified.

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