Marvel's Superman

Chapter 432 - 430 Cosmic Gods, Madam Death.

It was dark, cold, and chaotic.

This was Luke's immediate feeling about death.

The extreme heat of 10 million degrees Celsius at the core of the sun could even melt and burn through the bio-force field, not to mention the steel body.

In addition, the Sentry finally detonated the power of the star, forming a gamma-ray burst of terrifying explosions.

Under the double damage, Superman faced the first battle to the death in his life.

It can be said that half of his foot had stepped into the gate of the abyss.

Suddenly, Luke saw 'Death', one of the five gods in the universe, waving to himself.

He didn't know if it was a near-death hallucination or a mental shock that created an imaginary image.

"Ahem … what a mess."

Luke greedily breathed in the air. The pure white light overflowed around the tattered body and slowly seeped in.

This was the light of the soul!

It was used to heal the severe mental trauma suffered.

His half-burned, completely carbonized, shattered body sat on a stone throne, struggling to heal his wounds.

"Dear Master, who has caused you … such terrible harm?"

A beautiful woman draped in tulle, chest, waist, and hips exposed a large area of caramel-colored skin walked up to Luke.

She knelt down in the most humble and faithful manner.

This was the underworld.

The woman who appeared was the one who signed a contract with Set, the God of Death, in an attempt to build a mummy dynasty and recreate the glory of ancient Egypt, Princess Ahmanet.

That guy Set was rather unlucky.

In order to come back to life in the present world, he had been planning for thousands of years, but in the end, he was destroyed by Prodigium, led by Dr. Jekyll.

Later, he fell into Superman's hand. Unfortunately, he was deprived of his godhood and authority over death and fell into eternal sleep.

Luke didn't send this Egyptian Princess's soul to Hell but left it behind after killing Set.

He didn't have time to play the role of Death, establish a religion, gather believers, and gain souls.

Being the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D, a Superhero, a Lieutenant General, a god on earth, the world's beacon, a Sorcerer Supreme … These titles were enough.

If they continued to increase, he wouldn't be able to print it on a business card.

Therefore, Luke asked Ahmanet to take care of this long-lost underworld for him.

The name of the God of Death, Set, had long been buried by the dust of history with the changes of dynasties and times.

Faithful believers, souls that could be harvested … these were very few and far between.

Accordingly, the underworld he built wasn't as ghastly and grand as it once was.

It was like a deserted, dusty old palace.

"A guy with a mental illness."

Luke said truthfully.

He fell into the sun with the Void, not thinking of double suicide.

He had his own underworld, and he could open it at any time and escape into it.

But he didn't expect that in the face of death, the Void's psychological defenses would collapse first, and he would directly use the self-destruct method.

It was like a gamma-ray burst of energy bombardment that almost sent Luke to Hell.

But then again, he and Mephisto were still old acquaintances.

If he went to Hell, he believed that he would get the VIP treatment.

"I hope the solar energy will burn the Void."

Luke bared his teeth. After the high-intensity and long, hard battle, the speed of his recovery was now much slower.

The sensation of writhing flesh and blood, like an unbearable itch, made him want to scratch all over.

"Change the style. I don't like palaces."

Blocking out the sensory torture, Luke propped one hand on the throne, and with his words, the dilapidated palace became a spacious study.

"When Mephisto's Inferno Hotel is fully promoted, and I get my share, I also need to find time to take care of the underworld."

An underworld, as well as the authority over death, should be used.

"Do you have any experience in the construction of the underworld?"

Luke turned his attention to Ahmanet. The Egyptian princess cleaned up. In fact, she actually looked good.

Her curves were round and full, her figure was vigorous and powerful, revealing a hint of exoticism.

If she didn't take a shower for tens of millions when she came out and her face was covered with various things, he might have agreed to roll in the sheets as she requested.

"Ah?"

Ahmanet, kneeling below, looked confused. She was formerly an ancient Egyptian princess who had received a royal education in warfare, military leadership, and governing.

But this was indeed the first time she had ever heard of the construction of an underworld.

"Dear master, I can learn."

Ahmanet understood Luke's meaning and quickly replied.

She was an ambitious woman; otherwise, she wouldn't take a huge risk to sign a contract with Set just for the position of a female Pharaoh.

Power and status were alluring to Ahmanet.

A world of the underworld could be more seductive than a Pharaoh's position.

"Someday, I'll send you to hell for further education so that Mephisto could teach you."

Who else had more experience in heaven and hell when it came to harvesting souls and building a dimensional world?

Luke didn't think there was anyone.

Like Dormammu's Dark Dimension, Cyttorak's Crimson Cosmos, they were only taking up residence after being banished to those dimensions.

Heaven and Hell monopolized more than 90% of the Earth's soul market.

Of course, this also has to do with the fact that dimensional demons didn't have as strong a need for soul chips as these new gods.

"According to Your will, Great God of Death."

Ahmanet lowered her head and tried to show her meek side by revealing the deep cleavage she had squeezed out.

"Go down."

Luke waved her away without looking.

His body was incomplete and badly injured, so he didn't have the mind to dive into the ancient Egyptian Princess.

Besides, even if he wanted to, he couldn't do it.

Luke looked at the bare bones of his body and felt a sense of grief.

This time, doing a job for the Vishanti really gave him a big loss.

Originally, he was only dealing with the Allfather-level Cul. He didn't expect the Sentry and the Void to show up.

'That bad old man Agamotto. When I go back to see him, he better increase my payment.'

Luke huffed and grumbled.

Seeing the iron-like bones, he suddenly had an inspiration. He spread his palm, and a bright silver aura flowed into his body.

The Tenth Metal was originally from the studio next door, and by melting it into Superman's body, it may be able to make himself even more indestructible.

If he got a chance to visit in the future, things like the Emotional Electromagnetic Spectrum, Anti-Life Equation, Omega Beams … all the powerful forces that could hurt Superman…

He had to make a plan!

'It's a little … exciting. '

Luke closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair in the study.

The whole body was penetrated by the silvery liquid of the Tenth Metal, and the slow-growing muscles and cells suddenly sped up, making him feel like he was soaking in a hot spring.

A strong feeling of sleep came over Luke, and he relaxed; his breathing became steady.

"Superman … Sorcerer Supreme … Luke Cavill."

In a trance, he heard someone calling him.

He slowly opened his eyes. The fog of the dark space dispersed, revealing a tall figure shrouded in black robes.

'It's a woman.'

Luke made his judgment just from the beautiful curves that were outlined.

"You are …"

He wanted to approach, but the black-robed woman was always hidden, like an illusory air bubble.

"I am the embodiment of death, the master of souls."

The cold, mixed with a trace of an ethereal voice, reached Luke's ears as if a thunderstorm exploded.

"Mistress … Death?"

He hesitantly said.

As everyone knew, the Marvel Universe had five cosmic entities.

They were 'Death', 'Eternity', 'Infinity', 'Oblivion' and 'Galactus'.

These five creational deities came into being with the birth of the multiverse.

They were the embodiment of the rules and the superuser accounts that had part of the governing authority in the multiverse.

There were administrators with high authority, up there with the Living Tribunal.

And the boss, the only master of the all-powerful universe, the master of creation, One-Above-All.

'I'm still in the newbie village on Earth. How come I've come into contact with the five creator gods? '

Luke had some doubts. Generally speaking, this was a being he would only be exposed to if he stepped out of the universe and into the starry sea.

The new map hadn't even been unlocked, and a new boss had stepped out? What was happening?

"The Vishanti once mentioned your name to Eternity."

The black-robed woman who called herself 'Death' spoke in a soft voice.

However, Luke still couldn't see her face clearly.

This was a multiverse-level existence that was still somewhat distant from him.

"We have a request. Of course, you can also regard it as a task."

Madam Death faced Luke. Beneath her black robe was cold darkness that was hard to peek into.

Behind her, there seemed to be four magnificent figures standing above the universe.

"Task?"

Luke's eyes flashed as if thinking of something.

"This is a good opportunity for you."

This time, it was 'Eternity'.

He was the boss of the Vishanti. The Earth was said to be his heart.

Luke still couldn't see the specific image of this big man but only felt an endless convergence of celestial bodies, as if the vast universe, the twinkling stars, were presented in front of him.

"I hope you'll agree, Luke Cavill. This involves a higher level of … gambling."

Eternity was vague, but Luke could understand the meaning.

He looked down at the Tenth Metal and became even more sure of his inner thoughts.

"What good … opportunity?"

He looked up and asked.

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