William opened his system interface, a familiar surge of golden data streaming across his vision. His gaze flicked toward the corner of the translucent screen, where a series of flashing notifications pulsed insistently like heartbeat monitors. With a thought, he selected them, and the system chimed to life.
[DING! – Quest Complete: "Defeat the Rognarr Horde"]*Reward: Rognarr DNA Vial — (Combinable!)
[DING! – Quest Complete: "Defeat the Viltrumite Ambush"] Update: Your Viltrumite DNA has now perfectly fused with your Saiyan genetics. You are the firstSaiyanitein recorded existence within the Marvel Universe. Effects: Your durability now scales exponentially with your power level. Physical and mental attributes have been heightened beyond theoretical thresholds.
[DING! – Hidden Quest Complete: "Planetary Destroyer"] You have become the harbinger of annihilation for an entire world. Lady Death watches with silent approval. Reward: Planetary Core — (Combinable!)
[DING! – Hidden Quest Complete: "Destabilize the Flaxan Empire"] Reward:TDT – "Time Displacement Tech"A powerful artifact. When paired with a compatible system or device, it grants perfect control over a localized bubble of frozen or accelerated time.
[DING! – Hidden Quest Complete: "Slay the Strongest Viltrumite"] You have shattered the spine of the Viltrumite Empire. The timeline has been permanently and irreversibly altered.Reward: Alpha Viltrumite DNA Vial — (Combinable!)
[DING! – Multiversal Overwrite Detected!] You have been banished from the Invincible Universe by its Overwriting Authority — a Prime God-level force has forcibly ejected you from its fabric of reality. Penalty: System integrity compromised. Severe dimensional trauma detected.
[DING! – SYSTEM REPAIR PROTOCOL ENGAGED] Core functions temporarily disabled. You may still access System Space, but all other features will be locked for approximately five months of subjective time.
[DING! – Standby Mode Initiated… System Repairs Underway…]
William's eyes burned with golden light as he digested the wealth of power and rewards now imprinted within him. For a brief moment, elation swelled within his chest, a silent roar of triumph echoing through his soul.
But then... silence.
The weight of the final notification hit like a meteor.His shoulders slumped slightly. The light faded from his eyes.
"So that's it, huh…"
A bitter chuckle escaped his lips, equal parts frustration and fatalistic amusement.
"Five months without my system... Might as well be five years. Damn."
He stared out the viewport of his ship, the endless cosmos stretching beyond, silent, cold, uncaring. And yet, he couldn't help but grin faintly.
"Well... nothing I can do about it. Not like I can go back to Earth right now without risking a few thousand lives just by showing up."
His hand moved to the console, fingers dancing over ethereal keys. Coordinates lit up across the screen in a blaze of blue light.
"Guess it's time for a galactic tour. Let's see who needs saving... or destroying."
He input a set of coordinates towards a particularly red planet known throughout the rest of the universe as Sakaar.
As he did so he summoned a flaming sword from his system space and inside said space a massive glowing sword began to visibly shrink under the new owners will before he pulled it free and revealed its molten surface within the ship giving the cockpit a radiant and demonic glow.
"I'll deal with this when I come back!"
He slid the sword back into the pocket dimension where it once again reformed into its planetary size.
On the scorched surface of a crimson world, where twin suns cast an eternal, oppressive glow, the roar of bloodthirsty crowds echoed across the jagged mountains like a living thunderstorm. In the heart of the capital, a coliseum carved from obsidian and bone, an emerald titan stood tall, locked in a brutal struggle with a creature born from nightmares.
The creature was immense: a worm-like abomination with rows of jagged teeth spiraling down its open maw, its obsidian-scaled body glistening with acid and steaming ooze. Its roar split the air, a banshee-like shriek that sent chills down the spines of even the hardiest warlords in the stands.
"RAAAAAAAAGHHH!"The green giant bellowed in defiance, his voice booming like a war drum as he strained against the beast's unrelenting bite.
With muscles bulging, veins snaking like cables beneath jade skin, the Hulk grasped the creature's jaws and forced them apart. Inch by inch, sinew tore and bone groaned under the impossible pressure.
A sickening snap rang out.
"SKREEEEEEEE!"The worm thrashed violently, spewing acid from its ruptured maw. Jets of the burning fluid splattered across the arena floor, hissing as they melted through stone and metal alike. But Hulk didn't flinch.
No longer toying with his prey, the green monster slammed his fists into the beast's cranium, each blow resounding like a thunderclap.
BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. CRUNCH.
The final strike shattered something vital. His fist punched through whatever passed for a skull, rupturing an organ deep within. The creature convulsed violently, gurgled its last, and slumped to the blood-soaked sands.
For a breathless moment, silence reigned, save for the Hulk's heaving breaths, his chest rising and falling like storm-wracked waves.
Then came the chant.
"HULK!"
A single cry, raw and primal.
"HULK! HULK! HULK!"
The arena erupted. Tens of thousands screamed his name in thunderous unison. The walls trembled under the weight of their adoration, the noise traveling like a shockwave across the region. This was not merely sport. This was religion. They worshiped the rage that could not be broken.
But far above the chaos, in a floating dais wreathed in shimmering forcefields, a throne rested atop coiled serpentine spines. There, an alien king, slender, crimson-skinned, and adorned in flowing robes, watched the scene with boredom draped across his face.
"Hmph," he sneered, brushing a speck of dust from the arm of his throne. "Pathetic commoners. So easily entertained by brute savagery."
He turned his gaze toward the fading silhouette of the Hulk, who was now lumbering back into the ironclad gate leading into the dark labyrinth beneath the arena.
The king swirled a glass of glowing red liquor before taking a sip. "A strong toy… lasts the longest."
Beside him, a grey-skinned woman with intricate tribal markings and a polished spear bowed low, her voice low and respectful.
"Our scouts believe he came from a crashed vessel, unidentifiable architecture. It burst from the wormhole, west of the Dead Ring. No known faction claims it. It's… alien. Even for us."
The king raised a brow, intrigued for the first time.
"Hmm… Perhaps not just a toy after all," he mused, his eyes reflecting the fading glow of the battlefield below. "Perhaps something far more… interesting."
And deep in the dungeons below, behind plasma-locked gates and alloyed walls, the Hulk sat silently in the shadows. Blood still coated his hands. He didn't bask in the cheers. He didn't smile.
His mind echoed only with the final message left for him by people he had once considered friends constantly feeding his rage fueled form and preventing Banner from returning.
Suddenly Hulk heard soft but distinct footsteps and noticed a rather attractive female with a spear at the door to his cage.
The cage lifted momentarily allowing the woman to step into the cage with the monster.
"SHING!" Pointing her spear towards the Hulk in an attempt at intimidation she once again asked the fallen hero who he was and how he got here only to be met with silence.
She left thirty minutes later with her spear dripping with green blood that surprisingly and unknown to the woman began to drip onto the ground which almost immediately began to sprout with vegetation leaving a verdant green trail in her wake before the blood on her spear dried.
High Above Sakaar – The Harbinger of Ruin
A sudden ripple of iridescent light tore open the fabric of space above a crimson-hued planet. Like the blink of a cosmic eye, the anomaly dissipated just as swiftly, leaving behind a sleek and silent warship, the Harbinger of Ruin, adrift in low orbit.
Its matte-black hull shimmered with alien alloys unknown to even the most advanced civilizations, seamlessly reflecting the starlight as if it were water. The ship gave off no readable energy signature, no thermal exhaust, just an ominous stillness, as if space itself feared announcing its presence.
Below, the primitive technology of Sakaar's surface barely registered a flicker, utterly blind to the apex predator now looming above.
Inside the cockpit, William stood at the heart of his command deck, a quiet hum of magic and machinery dancing around him. Encircled by his companions, he studied the jagged horizon of the planet through the transparent helm-glass, expression unreadable. Each of his lovers stood near, radiant in their unique ways, yet focused on the potential danger, and excitement, that lay below.
Before he could make his move, a blur of golden energy surged past him.
"I'm going down first," Captain Marvel said, her voice crisp with conviction. Her eyes burned with anticipation. "I'm picking up something strong down there, something primal. I want first crack at it."
She didn't wait for his approval. In a brilliant corona of light, she blasted from the Harbinger like a comet, her form trailing solar fire as she broke through the atmosphere, heading straight for the heart of the planet.
William chuckled under his breath, shaking his head.
Lady Sif and Anissa, each holding their swaddled children, small bundles of hope born amidst cosmic chaos, nodded with gentle smiles. Their gazes conveyed pride, trust, and something deeper: the unspoken understanding of a warrior letting another walk into battle.
"Have fun, babe," Anissa said warmly.
"Try not to break the whole planet," Sif added with a smirk.
Meanwhile, Harley Quinn, slumped across a nearby lounge seat, twirled a dagger between her fingers.
"Aw, c'mon, Will! Why do they get all the action?" she whined with a pout. "I could totally handle some alien worm or whatever!"
Zatanna and Raven, draped in robes that shimmered with arcane wards, barely looked up from the floating grimoires in front of them. Their minds were elsewhere, Raven tuning her emotions through mantras, Zatanna muttering backward incantations that turned sparks into stars.
But Kara was different.
Her sapphire eyes burned with excitement. The very idea of testing her strength on a new world lit something up inside her, something wild and eager. Without a word, William extended a hand toward her, and without hesitation, she took it.
"You ready for a little sightseeing?" he asked with a grin.
"Lead the way, sunshine."
With a sudden whoosh, they launched from the ship's docking bay, two streaks of light carving into Sakaar's upper atmosphere. William held Kara in a gentle princess carry, their bodies cloaked in blazing fire as friction set the very air around them ablaze. Their lips met briefly in a kiss that burned as much as it comforted, two gods in freefall, crashing toward the unknown.
To any onlookers far below, if they could perceive such things, they would see only two comets hurtling through the sky, locked in a celestial embrace, their trajectory etched across the heavens like a divine omen.
"BOOOOOOM!"
The impact was seismic.
A pulse of force shot out in every direction, blowing apart dunes of crimson sand and leaving behind a crater of glittering glass, forged in the blink of an eye. The sand beneath their feet had fused into a perfect ring of translucent beauty, a snapshot of violence and grace frozen in time.
William and Kara stood at its center, surrounded by silence and heat, the wind catching the edges of Kara's cape as it billowed dramatically behind her. For a moment, they were statues, symbols of something greater than mortal imagination.
And somewhere, far above, the Harbinger of Ruin remained still, watching, waiting… knowing this was only the beginning.
Elsewhere within the bowels of the coliseum, a thunderous crash shattered the tense silence as Captain Marvel rocketed into the underground prison complex, her body aglow with crackling photon energy. The very walls groaned from the kinetic impact of her arrival, sand and metal peeling off the interior like paper to flame.
The guards stationed within didn't even get the chance to scream. Some were incinerated on the spot by radiant flares of cosmic heat; others were reduced to twisted heaps of armor and limbs, flung like ragdolls against blood-stained walls. A path of destruction was carved through the dim corridor, each step of hers scorching the floor, each blow an act of divine fury.
At the heart of the facility, she came face-to-face with a reinforced containment unit, glowing ominously and lined with energy fields. Inside it sat a being of legend, green, massive, and coiled like a spring. The Hulk, his eyes glowing dimly, met hers through the barrier with a silent, simmering intensity.
Carol Danvers reached forward, palm extended, intent on tearing the field apart and freeing him.
But before her fingers could touch the shield,
"SHKKK!"
A jagged, foreign energy erupted across her back like a lightning strike from another dimension. Her scream echoed as her body was thrown violently forward, smashing into the very forcefield she sought to destroy. The energy wrapped around her like constricting vines, warping her muscles and dulling her senses. Her vision flickered. Then, darkness.
From the shadows behind her, a figure emerged, a tall, lithe woman with ash-grey skin, dressed in ceremonial armor that shimmered with ancient alien sigils. Her eyes were like twin voids, and in her hand was a spear laced with dark energy.
With mechanical precision, the female Sakaaran warden grabbed the unconscious Captain Marvel by the arm and dragged her effortlessly across the scorched metal floor. With each step, sparks crackled beneath her boots.
"She burns bright," the warden muttered coldly, "but even the brightest star falls."
Soon, Carol's glowing suit was removed, replaced by a dull grey uniform of the arena's captives. A control device, like a collar forged of obsidian and embedded circuitry, was affixed to her neck with a sharp hiss. The cage closed around her, bathing her unconscious form in cold white light.
From the adjacent cell, the Hulk watched.
He gave her a glance, a flicker of something that might have been sympathy, or annoyance, or both. Then, with a grunt, he rolled over, his enormous arms folding behind his head like a pillow.
"Rest now," he muttered under his breath, "tomorrow… they'll want blood."