Grandpa Universe In Multiverse

Alexander thought about the warnings of Stan Lee and decided that he couldn't do anything even if he wanted to. He had no way of measuring his strength with the enemies.

He got out of his bed and went out of the castle in Phixheim for morning tea.

There he saw Douglas. "So, how's work going?"

"Argh, Only 20% of the grass is cut. But you know what? I am liking this work. In the beginning, these Unicorns tried to annoy me by pooping in my cutting way but I just ignored them. I really know how it feels to be calm now." Douglas said like he was some saint.

But Alexander saw through his act, "Don't try to fool me to get away. Your work will only be done when you completely cut the grass."

Douglas angrily stood up and threw the tiny scissor away, "This is harassment. Come on, cut me some slack."

"Here, you deserve a bigger scissor now." Alexander took out and gave a scissor just one inch bigger.

But Douglas was very happy, "Yes, this will help."

"See, such small things can bring happiness too," Alexander stated.

Douglas also felt it. If it was any other day he wouldn't have felt so happy seeing a scissor but now he was on cloud nine. He did realize at that moment that God-son was really teaching them something.

"Yes, but this is still labor exploitation." He complained and ran away.

Olivia walked to him, "Why are you so hard on him?"

"I'm not, Oli. I'm trying to make him better. Heaven will become a battleground someday and if he wants to live and fight, he needs to get stronger. This training is just the beginning. The real stuff will start later." He said.

Amy then came running with some documents in her hand, "Glanpa. Please sign this permission to shoot a movie on the moon."

"Did you do all the safety checks?"

"Yes, Glanpa. I also made everyone take 1-week astronaut training." She proudly informed.

He ruffled her hair and signed it, "Good job, Amy."

"Alright, Oli. I'll go to work now."

Olivia shook her head as she sat alone. She hoped that whichever world they went to next would be nice and easygoing with no crimes. So that they can relax a little. She had seen Alexander overworking recently.

...

New York Hospital

Dr. Stephen Strange, he had a sister named Donna, who drowned after getting cramps while swimming. Unable to save his sister, Strange decided to become a doctor to save lives. Strange went to medical school and eventually graduated with an M.D. and Ph.D. at the same time, using his photographic memory to learn all of the information incredibly quickly.

He earned his medical degree in record time and entered a five-year residency at New York Hospital, where his rapid success made him arrogant.

Plus, with the new Nevaeh Industries tech, he was even more successful with his hands.

But after Stephen's mother, Beverly died near the end of his residency, work became more and more impersonal for the bereaved surgeon. Strange's talent remained, however, and he became a wealthy and celebrated neurosurgeon before he turned thirty. Egotistical and greedy, cold, and callous, Strange's interest in his patients generally began and ended at his bill.

He had forgotten the starting purpose for why he became a doctor.

"Ah, why do they keep on rejecting me?" Doctor Strange grunted while reading a letter from the Nevaeh Industries Hospitals. A multinational chain of hospitals with the world's best and most affordable treatment.

This was his third time applying for the empty neuro surgeon position.

Doctor Christine Palmer, his girlfriend until they broke up due to his egotistic personality tried to console him, "It's alright. They don't deserve you."

"Don't, Don't pitty me like I'm a child. I am the best neurosurgeon in the world and they still reject me. There must be some reason." He angrily yelled at her.

Christine rolled her eyes. She had enough of this egotistical man, "The reason is as it says in the damn letter. You lack empathy for people. Something that Nevaeh Industries is known for. Why do you think they'll hire you?"

She left after saying that. Doctor Strange angrily left for some party. Now, many things had changed in the world so it didn't make sense if he was again in an accident.

But that is exactly what happened. Alexander doubted that Kamar Taj must have some hand in it as Doctor Strange was meant to be the best of them and they probably didn't want to lose him.

So, after that accident, Strange spent all his money on possible treatments. He even came to Nevaeh Industries but was told to go away.

Alexander secretly pulled some strings and pointed him in the right direction, Kamar Taj. From there his journey would begin.

...

White House,

Connor returned to report about his power-up, "Sir, that thing was amazing. I can make 100 clones now and my brain processing capacity has immensely increased. Not just that, my body's strength has also exponentially increased."

"Haha... I am happy for you, Connor. You deserve this. Besides, now I will have 100 secretaries of state working for me." Alexander laughed.

Connor chuckled and said, "Oh yes, because of this increased intelligence I had some new ideas with how to deal with some problems. I'll get to work now."

Alexander let him be and called Brian on the universal communicator, his Business manager. Now Brian oversees all the business happening in the Universe Federation.

"How are you, my boy? You know you can come to Earth anytime you want." He said.

"Ah, boss. I was really planning to do that but your sudden takeover of the Skrull Empire put some pressure on my commerce department. Although the situation is returning to normal now. President Joakim has done a great job at administering the Federation." Brian briefed.

"Ah, that was the last takeover. Now we just need to make sure things stay good. By the way, what about Simbiotes I asked for?" Alexander asked.

"Yes, I did find something about them. Their horde is currently in Black Galaxy. They are looking for a new planet with life these days, so their attacks have increased." He answered.

"You remember how to tackle them, right?"

"Yes, boss. High pitch sound. I remember." Brian Confidential replied.

Alexander talked a bit more and ended the call. Then he called the goodest boy in the universe. Blue Fang aka Joakim. Blue Fang had risen up the ranks and now sat at the top. He was the President of the Universe Federation. Controlling 3 Galaxies.

"Hahaha... My boy, how are you?" Alexander asked.

"I am fine, boss. I just completed the Millenial trade deal. What about you?" He asked.

"Everything's fine here too. By the way, I want you to put all our Scouters on high alert. I suspect that someone will try to attack." He warned.

"What is the threat level, boss?" Blue Fang asked seriously.

"Threat level, God." Alexander declared. God level was the highest threat level in the Federation. It meant a threat to the existence of the Federation. Though it could also mean much more than that.

"I will keep everything ready, Boss. Our forces will be ready for deployment at any moment."

Alexander felt satisfied, "Good, I will contact you if I find something. Until then."

After being done he sat alone in the office, looking at the ceiling.

~I hope they don't make a surprise attack.~

Alexander had told the Living Tribunal, Fulcrum, and the Watchers about this threat as well. All of them were ready to face whoever was to come. He was also sure that all the Godheads will come too.

...

Kamar Taj,

Doctor Strange got accepted into the Mystical arts school and started soaking up all the knowledge. He was a bit skeptical at first but stopped whining when he saw Master Hamir performing Magic without his hand.

But while in the library he came upon a book. It seemed out of place as it was new. He could deduce that it was written in recent years.

He opened it and was mind boggled with knowledge. It was by far the book with deepest studies on the Mystic arts. Everything was explained in it. The reason behind every single dot in the enchantments.

He brought it to the Ancient one and asked, "Who is the writer of this book?"

"Oh, It seems someone finally got interested in it. Till now no one liked reading it as it was too complex. That book is written by another Supreme Sorcerer by the name of Primordial One and his son, Master Leo." She revealed.

"But, this book seems new. You are the Only Supreme Sorcerer so how ca..." He was interrupted.

"I never said I was the only Supreme Sorcerer. I just said that the last supreme sorcerer before me lived hundreds of years ago." She corrected.

"Then who is this extra?" He inquired.

"Mind your words strange, he is someone who powers even I can not fathom to match. His mere existence is a boon to the world. But sadly, I can not reveal his identity without his consent. By the way, his son, Master Leo, was just 10 years old when he wrote that book." She informed, hoping that this fun fact would motivate him more.

Steve Strange now had the highest level of attention on this secret Supreme Sorcerer, Primordial One. Who could it be that is so powerful that even Ancient One can't seem to match him?

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