(Location: Old Asgard)
The remnants of Old Asgard floated in the void, a shattered echo of its former splendor. Once a golden kingdom of gods, now stood as a monument to time's cruelty.
The once-mighty city, home to warriors and legends, was now a lifeless husk, its grandeur long since faded into oblivion.
The great halls, where feasts had been held and battles had been planned, lay in disrepair. Massive stone columns, engraved with the history of Asgard's greatest victories, were fractured and crumbling. The golden rooftops, which once gleamed under the light of an eternal sun, were now dulled and tarnished, some completely collapsed, exposing the vast halls to cold space.
The Bifröst, the once-glorious Rainbow Bridge that had connected old Asgard to the ten Realms, was gone, now connected to new Asgard.
In its place, only jagged remnants of its foundation remained, jutting out like the broken ribs of a long-dead . Old Asgard was truly severed from the ten realms, left to drift like a forgotten ruin in an empty void.
Beyond the city, the great fields where warriors once trained cracks and ruins, paintings of Odin, Thor, and many warriors of Asgard had been defaced, worn down by time and the elements, their faces barely recognizable.
At the heart of the forsaken kingdom stood the ruined palace. The mighty doors of the throne room, once a testament to Asgardian craftsmanship, lay shattered at the entrance.
The throne itself, a symbol of Odin's rule, remained intact but abandoned, its seat gathering dust, waiting for a ruler who would never return.
The silence was absolute. No voices of warriors, no laughter of gods, no clash of steel in training yards, now just a floating rock drifting through space.
And then, a tear in reality split the void apart. A swirling portal of energy erupted into existence, its shimmering light casting long shadows across the ruins.
From the glowing rift, a figure stepped forward. Aeternus Vortigern emerged, his gaze sweeping across the ruins of a land that had once been the pinnacle of Asgardians.
Aeternus stepped through the portal, his metallic boots crunching against the shattered remains of what was once the grand kingdom of Asgard. carrying the echoes of a once-mighty civilization now reduced to broken pillars and scattered debris.
The golden towers, once standing proud against the cosmic expanse, lay in pieces, their brilliance long since dulled by time and destruction.
'Damn'
Aeternus thought to himself, as his gaze sweeping across the crumbling structures carrying no life.
'I know this place looked ruined in the comics, but seeing it in person? This is just… a mess.'
He moved forward, running his hand over the fractured remains of a great pillar. The deep grooves in the stone spoke of battles long past of clashes between gods, giants, and other threats that had left their scars upon this world.
For some reason his enhanced ears could almost hear the echoes of clashing swords, the roars of warriors, and the cries of victory and despair.
This is the very place he remembered in the comics in his past life when he was a teenager.
For some reason he feels sad seeing this place he read in the comics is now ruined, how allof the Asgardians and Thor had protected this place with their lives is now abandoned.
'What even caused this place to be abandoned? he mused, trying to recall the details.
'Was it Ragnarok? The Surtur thing? Or something else entirely? His brows furrowed as he dug through his memory.
He had read plenty of Marvel comics, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember which issue had shown Asgard in this exact ruined state.
There were too many things like timelines, too many versions some where Asgard fell by Surtur's flames, where it was destroyed by Loki or abandoned after Odin's death.
Annoyed, he shook his head. Whatever. Doesn't matter now.
The ground beneath him cracked slightly as he walked further into the ruined city, his footsteps echoing in the eerie silence.
Time had long since claimed this place. Statues of Asgard's greatest warriors stood weathered and broken, their faces not recognizable. The once-vibrant banners that hung proudly from the great halls were nothing but tattered rags fluttering weakly in the cold wind.
He finally arrived at the ruins of the palace. The grand doors had long since collapsed, leaving only fragments of what was once an entrance fit for gods. Stepping through, he found himself in the vast, open throne room.
There, at the end of the hall, still standing amid the wreckage, was the throne of Asgard.
Aeternus tilted his head, staring at it for a moment. Despite everything, the throne remained. A symbol of power, of rulership, and of the legacy that had once flourished here.
Beneath his helmet a smirk tugged at his lips as he stepped forward, dusting off a piece of fallen debris from the armrest.
"Well, this place isn't being used…" he muttered, Energy poured to his sword as it glows bright and stab it on the ground infront of him.
Red vein like energy begin to spread across the throne room, the ruin palace until it covers old Asgard.
"I might as well take it for myself. But first, this place need some cleaning up and some decorations with my own design."
A bright green Aura appear around him, his crimson eyes grew brighter as if they were on fire.
Aeternus clenched his armored gauntlet into a fist and mentally talk to himself about the god of reincarnation words of his armor.
'When the god of reincarnation told me that the armor that bound to my soul, forged of a erased future universe 7, it has traces of Future moro essence, future Omni king erasure energy and Merged zamasu godly essence.
He also mentioned I can use one of their abilities. That mean I can use supreme kais ability to create If so, old Asgard shall be reborn into my image.'
Aeternus Vortigern Aura gets bigger, the energy inside him is building, overflowing his body feeling is getting hard to contain.
Luckily the armor activated Moro's magic starts to absorb his energy, then he starts to use the supreme kai ability through merge zamasu godly essence.
Even with that, it was not enough.
Aeternus spread his arms wide, his armored fists clenching as raw creation surged forth.
"More."
From nothingness, structures began to form. Massive golden bridges stretched across the Expanding land of old Asgard thanks to his sword embedded to the ground rewrite reality, spiraling towers carved themselves from the air, and grand halls materialized in the distance.
The ruins of Old Asgard were vanishing, being overwritten by something far greater. Yet, to him, it was still lacking.
He powered up further, his energy becoming a blinding storm of chaos as the green pillar grows bigger.
His armor, designed to absorb his overflowing power, is absorbing more at a fast rate to his command yet still, his presence shook the cosmos.
He gritted his teeth, crimson eyes burning like twin supernovas, to him this is not enough and he wants to expand it in his image.
"MORE!"
A thunderous explosion of energy erupted from him, a shockwave rippling across the land as an immense pillar of green light shot into the heavens.
"RAAAHHH!!"
The roar that came out of his mouth wasn't his own voice but a primal beast and his power skyrockets. It was so loud that the palace he created slowly starts to crack , but his sword keep it together.
Aeternus lifted his left gauntlet hand upward and thousands Blocks of Katchin the strongest material in the Dragon ball universe have manifested around the Palace.
The sword embedded on the ground created an emp wave, as all of the blocks of katchin morphed like liquid then starts to merged around the palace.
After what felt like an eternity of exertion, channeling his power into reshaping the remnants of Old Asgard, it was finally done.
Aeternus Vortigern stood atop his creation, gazing upon the vast empire he had forged from nothing. What was once a barren, lifeless rock adrift in the void had now transformed into a massive, floating continent of celestial gold and divine architecture.
The vast empire stretched as far as the eye could see, its golden infrastructure gleaming under the cosmic light. Grand bridges of shimmering gold arched over the floating waters, connecting the colossal structures that towered like mountains of radiant metal.
The heart of the empire was his palace a citadel of unparalleled majesty, rising like a golden monolith, its spires reaching toward the stars themselves. Rivers of liquid starlight flowed through the city, illuminating the intricate streets and towering halls with an ethereal glow.
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He exhaled, exhaustion momentarily creeping into his form and the temporarily power he got had vanish as he sits on the throne forged from the very of his power. The throne, a massive construct of polished celestial gold. His crimson eyes gazing to the empire he had carved from the void.
Judging by the sheer scale, he must have expanded this floating dominion to rival the size of the United States. A landmass of such magnitude, filled with towering spires, vast cityscapes, and an artificial ocean that surrounded his palace like a divine moat.
Then, the silence shattered.
"Hehehehehehehehe...."
Aeternus clutched his head, feeling the rush of power, the intoxicating realization of what he had achieved. He let out a low chuckle soft at first, but then it grew, swelling into manic, triumphant laughter that echoed through the vast empty halls of his golden dominion.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
His voice carried through the empire, bouncing off the titanic structures, filling the void with the declaration of his dominion. Then, silence returned.
A smirk tugged at his lips as he rested his head on one hand, his other draped casually over the armrest of his throne. His eyes burned with the fire of ambition, how he John Hunter a simple man with a normal life died and was reborn in the marvel with powers that are not from this world.
"I am Aeternus Vortigern… and I am the God Emperor."
Aeternus accept his new life and declare himself as the god emperor, a being with godlike power will not be a slave to fate and marvel bullshit story excuses.
"However...."
His fingers curled around the hilt of his sword, the blade embedded deep into the pristine marble floor before his throne. The weapon pulsed, resonating with the empire itself an extension of his very will.
He exhaled, his voice like a storm rolling through the grand halls.
"Take me to the destination where most Skrulls are gathered."
A low hum vibrated through the palace, growing into a deep, thunderous tremor. Across the empire, red veins of energy ignited, spiraling outward in mesmerizing patterns. The very air crackled as reality itself bent to his command.
Beyond the palace walls, the entire floating continent, his empire lurched forward, shifting like a cosmic warship. Space distorted around it, bending and twisting as the fabric of the universe yielded to Aeternus' decree.
From afar, the massive landmass moved like an unstoppable celestial behemoth, drifting through the void with purpose, its golden radiance swallowing distant starlight.
Aeternus smirked, resting his head against his fist.
"I require an army that will support me for my quest to build my empire beyond the stars."
...
(Location: Earth)
A full day had passed since Earth was subjected to the unnatural effects of time acceleration and zero gravity. The planet had been thrown into chaos oceans churned unnaturally, vehicles and people drifted weightlessly into the sky, and the very fabric of daily life had unraveled in an instant.
But then, Aeternus Vortigern arrived. With an effortless display of power, he brought the chaos to an end, restoring Earth's natural processes and even replenishing its depleted food supplies before vanishing once more.
To many, it seemed as though a divine savior had intervened, setting things right. But reality was far less merciful.
Only 70% of what was lost had been restored. And the devastation left behind? It was irreversible.
When gravity suddenly reasserted itself, thousands of people who had been floating helplessly in the air plummeted back to Earth. Some were lucky, landing on soft surfaces or managing to grab hold of something in time while others were not.
People crashed into pavement, trees, or vehicles, their bodies unable to withstand the impact. Broken bones, concussions, internal bleeding injuries flooded hospitals by the thousands. Worse still, objects that had been suspended mid-air the cars, debris, shattered glass fell unpredictably, crushing anything or anyone beneath them.
Hospitals became places of sorrow and horror. Families who had gathered to visit the sick and dying watched in shock as time acceleration took its toll not on the living, but on the dead.
Those who had passed away from illness or old age during the event decomposed at unnatural rates. In mere moments, corpses that should have been peacefully resting became putrid husks, flesh rotting away as if weeks had gone by. The stench of decay spread through hospital wards, forcing staff to remove the bodies as quickly as possible before they could become a biohazard. Grieving families, still struggling to accept their loss, were instead left recoiling in disgust and horror.
Across the world, heroes, anti-heroes, and even the company Roxone found themselves working to stabilize society but not out of the goodness of their heart but for their own personal gain.
Emergency services were stretched thin, forced to deal with injuries, collapsed buildings, and the widespread psychological trauma of those who had experienced helplessly floating in the sky, unsure if they would ever touch solid ground again.
Structural damage was another disaster in itself. The abrupt removal of gravity had weakened aging and unstable buildings from time acceleration, and the moment it returned they crumbled leaving people who are helplessly floating inside those buildings.
Entire old apartment complexes collapsed, burying people beneath rubble. Some were rescued, but many were not.
Though the world had been "saved," it had not been spared. The scars left behind by this event would linger for years to come.
In the daily bugle the newsroom buzzed with frantic energy. Phones rang off the hook, reporters shouted over one another, and keyboards clattered as journalists scrambled to keep up with the latest global phenomenon—Aeternus Vortigern.
At the heart of the chaos, J. Jonah Jameson sat at his desk, typing furiously on his computer with a smoldering cigar clenched between his teeth. Ash collected in the tray beside him his eighth cigar today, and likely not his last. His fingers slammed against the keys with force as he finalized the latest headline:
"SPACE TYRANT OR GALACTIC DICTATOR? WHAT DOES AETERNUS VORTIGERN WANT?"
The moment the issue hit the streets, the newsroom erupted in heated debates.
"Uh, Mr. Jameson?" Robbie Jenkins, one of the newer reporters, hesitated as he held up his tablet. "People are already tearing this headline apart. They're calling it fear-mongering."
Jameson, sitting at his desk, leaned back and took a slow puff of his cigar. "Of course they are, Jenkins. That's what people do. But let me ask you something" He pointed dramatically. "How do we know this guy isn't just another alien overlord or a fallen god in the making?"
"But—"
Jameson slammed his palm on the desk. "BUT NOTHING! We don't know what he wants! He shows up, plays God, restores seventy percent of our world's infrastructure, harvests food from who-knows-where, and then poof! Gone! No explanation! No follow-up! No interview! Accusation! don't find that suspicious?!"
"But the footage people posted online—"
"I saw the footage!" Jameson snapped, standing up so abruptly that his chair skidded backward. "And I say what he said of him saying he brings down was bull!"
Robbie continues. "But he restored Earth! He fixed seventy percent of—"
Jameson slammed his palm on the desk. "Seventy percent?! That's your standard now?! You think that's enough?! Tell that to the people who got crushed when gravity came back! Tell that to the folks who fell out of the damn sky! Or the hospitals—where bodies rotted because time decided to take a shortcut! Who's cleaning up that mess, Jenkins? Him? No! It's us!"
The newsroom fell silent. Reporters exchanged uneasy glances.
J. Jonah Jameson let out a frustrated sigh as he lit his ninth cigar of the day, the flickering flame briefly illuminating his scowling face. He took a deep drag, holding the smoke in his lungs before exhaling in a slow, heavy cloud.
"And I can't believe I'm saying this…" he muttered, rubbing his temples.
The newsroom fell silent, reporters leaning in as Jameson shook his head. Then, with absolute conviction, he growled—
"He's worse than that menace Spider-Man."
A few gasps echoed through the room. Some reporters exchanged stunned glances, others whispered among themselves. It was one thing for Jameson to rant about a costumed vigilante swinging through New York, but to claim that an unknown person who had only arrived and left yesterday was worse?
.....
(Aeternus Vortigern empire)
The massive land Aeternus has created is traveling through the location where most Skrulls live at full speed.
Aeternus Vortigern doesn't know how long will it take to get there, but he guess it will take one or two weeks, so he decides to kill some time by meditating.
Why meditation instead of physical training? There were two key reasons.
The first was ki control. Throughout the Dragon Ball universe, it had been proven time and time again that true mastery of one's energy wasn't just about brute force. It was about control, refinement, and precision.
Fighters like Jiren from universe 11 had demonstrated the sheer power that could be achieved through relentless training and deep meditation, refining their energy to perfection. Jiren had never needed godly ki, yet he stood as the strongest in the Tournament of Power, capable of going toe-to-toe with Ultra Instinct Goku. If meditation had granted Jiren such mastery, Aeternus intended to do the same to sharpen his ki control of the Legendary super saiyan, ensuring that every ounce of power was used with absolute efficiency and help him ascend beyond his limits.
The second reason was far more personal. He needed to unlock that power again.
The Oozaru's power.
It had come to him in a fleeting moment while recreating Old Asgard a primal, overwhelming force that sent his strength skyrocketing beyond anything he had ever felt. For a brief instant, he had touched upon something ancient, something wild but it had slipped away just as quickly as it had come. Now, he was determined to grasp it once more.
Closing his eyes, he steadied his breath, his mind delving deep into the void of his own consciousness. The throne upon which he sat remained unmoving, his empire drifting steadily through the cosmos.
Aeternus exhaled, focusing inward. His body trembled as he activated Ultimate Kars' limitless evolution, pushing his biology further. Trying to grasp the power of an Oozaru again
Until he opened his eyes and around him is not the throne room he is standing, only darkness which makes him confused.
However Aeternus Vortigern did not panic he took a step forward. Then another. His footsteps made no sound, yet he knew he was moving.
"So this is how it is," he muttered to himself. "Here i thought Using Ultimate Kars biology will let me access that power in a instant, oh well."
1 hour later
He continued walking, for how long, he couldn't tell. Time did not exist here. It was only him and the emptiness, stretching endlessly.
Then, a flicker. A faint green light shimmered in the distance. It was small at first, almost imperceptible, but it pulsed alive, waiting.
Aeternus focus his sight to the green light, without hesitation, he moved toward it, his pace quickening. The closer he got, the more the light grew, expanding until it engulfed the space before him.
And then he saw it.
A colossal figure, towering in the darkness, its form composed entirely of pulsating emerald energy. Its presence alone was suffocating, raw, and untamed, radiating a violent, primal force.
"So this is where you've been hiding," he murmured.
The beast's red eyes snapped open, glowing like twin suns. A low, guttural growl rumbled through the void as it peered down at him.
An Oozaru.
End
[Hello everyone. Hope you enjoyed the chapter, I'm kinda busy getting a birthday party because my son and daughter were born on my Dad's birthday and wanted to make it special since we haven't meet up for a long time. See you in the next chapter and please leave some comments.]