Marvel: Upgrading Death

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For the next nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand years, Marshall walked the Earth. As he became aware that he was in a world of gods, monsters, and superheroes, a lot of things started to make sense.

At times, he found weird, dark, monstrous creatures that looked like Xenomorphs but different. Big, violent, and they attacked him on sight. But using the cosmic flames he got from the Phoenix, he burned them to a crisp, always.

It was confusing to him who they were. He asked Agamotto when he met the guy again, and the man said that they were called Deviants.

But he didn't care and walked the world. He visited small settlements of various types of humans. He watched them evolve from being covered in hair to slowly changing. More upright, more human-like, wearing clothes, and collecting resources. He helped them sometimes.

Like saving a small settlement from a flash flood. Saving them from a random Deviant. Saving them from mass starvation because something went wrong. He did that not because he liked them, nor was he a hero, but because he was absolutely fucking bored.

They were his entertainment. They treated him like a god and prayed to him. Well, he let them stroke his ego. But only ego, they were still far too ugly for him to see them any other way. But slowly, he did grow a bit fond of them.

Watching evolution from a front-row seat was a mesmerizing experience. Their tools went from crude to something better. Their settlements went from looking like shit to something better. But still, they were hunters and gatherers, and so was Marshall.

Not giving a shit, he traveled from one settlement to another. Sometimes in Europe, sometimes in Africa, and at times in Asia, he did whatever he felt like. He taught them how to make fish hooks, eyed needles, colors for paintings, bow and arrow technology, and many tiny things that changed their lives greatly.

Of course, he never taught the same settlement all of that. He spread each knowledge out, wanting to see how that knowledge would slowly gather and concentrate into modern humans.

One of the things he didn't expect, though, was that they would actually create a religion around him. They called him different names and painted his likeness on their cave walls, or other things. To a degree, they all drew him and Marty in a similar stick-figure fashion.

Then finally, somewhere before forty thousand BCE, he found actual, anatomically modern humans in Europe. Though they still looked very much like cavemen, and pretty ugly, he recognized them. The species that would soon be the only dominant genus Homo left on Earth.

So, he watched them from then on. He occasionally visited them and taught them how to process simple food plants. And then, to his surprise, one evening, they decided to gather around him and hold a praying ritual.

They made him a crown of animal bones, lit up a lot of torches near him, and then started dancing. But the shocking part was that they had somehow made musical instruments. He wasn't the one to suggest them. They were crude, but they sounded like flutes.

It wasn't a lot, but it moved Marshall's heart. He loved it, not for the worship but for the sight of evolution. For the first time in a long time, he laughed. This time it wasn't the madman laugh that he often did through self-talking out of boredom. He really laughed, watching them dance, and stumble, the children giggle.

He felt like their ancestor despite being far more advanced and different from them. And in return, he gifted them some extra clothes and food before leaving again. Unaware of how mindfucked the future historians would be thanks to his foolery.

"What? That's a shitty name. The fuck's that tongue twister? No, you're Billy from now on."

Around forty thousand BCE, Marshall could only find the modern humans, the other kinds, like Neanderthals just vanished entirely. And also, at the same time, he also saw the full development of language and personal names. Sure, he could speak with them well thanks to Allspeak, but he hated their weird names. So, he named one of the chiefs of a tribe Billy. The man bowed to him and cried to him, it was a god's gifted name, after all.

From then, the paintings depicting Marshall and Marty only intensified to the extreme. They started creating actual temples for him. Heck, some folks in the regions of the future China and Russia tried to make his statues. Not that accurate, however.

"What a time to be alive!"

Every year, Marshall saw the human population and advancements explode. Sure, he gave a hand here and there. Like teaching how to surgically amputate a limb to save a life. He also saw a lot of pandemics rage the world from time to time. But thankfully, none of them killed the entire population.

Pottery, fish-net fishing, hearths, flooring, seed stockpiling, grindstones, sleeping areas with grass bedding. As the humans ate better, their brains grew larger. Each generation brought something new. At times, Marshall met the grandfather, son, and grandson of the same bloodlines.

Finally, near twenty-three thousand BCE, humans started domesticating grey wolves which soon became dogs.

Deglaciation started to occur. The sea level started to rise. And right about that time, the human populations actually started to look more like modern humans throughout Eurasia. With that, advanced music, the first string instrument was created, once again, in his honor, to pray to him.

Around that time, as Marshall flew over what would become Jordan, he smelled something fantastic from a human settlement. As soon as he landed, the humans hoarded around him, elated, sang for him, prayed to him, and presented him with their new food—baking bread. It was very crude, but it was actual bread.

It didn't taste that good, but it was something at least. He loved it and taught them how to add honey to it to add flavor.

But as the years passed, Marshall started to see humanity slowly take its natural path. He saw mass-scale violence between tribes and settlements in modern-day Sudan. But also more methodological dance forms in Sicily and in India.

"YES! FINALLY! Marty, let's get high!"

In twelve thousand BCE, while climbing a mountain just for shits and giggles somewhere in East Asia, he found cannabis in possession of a small settlement. He showered them with gifts, tools, food, and clothing, and gained a pretty hefty shipment of the good stuff.

For five whole years, Marshall and Marty didn't come out of their new cave-dwelling somewhere in the Himalayas. They smoked all of it, and only then came out searching for more, only to find that old settlement gone.

Around that time, he went back to his very old settlement in Turkey. It was still carved in that mountain, covered in dirt, and looked much different. He refurbished it and cleaned it for a living, liking the warm weather there.

But then he found something outrageous. The nearby large settlement had erected his statue. It was a much better representation this time, depicting him and Marty, riding the T-Rex. It was so beautiful that he gifted the settlement the technique of preserving meat. They vowed to make an even bigger statue.

He didn't give a damn, still searching for more good stuff and that busty Gaea.

Also, he found an issue. It was getting harder to feed Marty, and he couldn't find Wooly Mammoths anymore. It appeared that humans had already hunted them to extinction. So, Marshall made it his mission to find some of the remaining ones and domesticate and breed them in North America where grass was plenty.

He was successful and even inducted a tribe of humans to work for him, and help him domesticate the animals. In return, he gave them stability and protection. He erected them a large, walled settlement with a moat around it and a shit ton of traps to keep them safe.

Their only job was to protect and breed the mammoths.

What Marshall didn't realize was that he became one of the major factors in why humans started agriculture. As the tribe he hired had nothing to do, they developed and learned how to grow wild barley and oats. God knows how, but it slowly spread around the world. Some settlements learned to grow food and others perished.

With the dawn of agriculture, hunters and gatherers had no reason to keep moving. Hence, large, truly large villages started to form. Close-knit communities with specified roles, based around praying to various gods, and the one supreme, the god who rides the dragon.

As humans grew more expressive and artistic, and as it became easier to spread information, Marshall's existence started to become more well-known. Across the world, Temples of the First Man started to rise, in different styles, but all depicted a large, tall, strong man, with a massive beast sitting beside him, under him, or curled around him.

First Man, God of Gods, First God, Fire God, Thunder God, Beast God, Great Gifter, Great Teacher, the names they gave Marshall were endless. But one name Marshall liked more than others—First Man.

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