Marvel: Upgrading Death

2800 BCE, Uruk, the capital of Sumerians in southern Mesopotamia.

Etana of Kish was lost. He was loved by the people. He was the king of Sumerians. He believed he wouldn't have to battle anymore and could focus on consolidating his rule and bringing his people closer together.

He pushed for construction and for wider agriculture. He saw bright days ahead. But that all ended when the preposterous man, akin to a barbarian, walked into his modest royal hall with the giant beast behind him.

"Pay me ten percent of your yearly revenue or I'll destroy your little village."

At first, Etana laughed. Then, he ordered the soldiers to kill the fool. Then, he was horrified when his men were ripped apart midair, without even being touched.

"It's twenty percent now. Every year, gold, silver, whatever shiny crap you haul in—I want my cut. This land you're standing on? Mine. All of it. I'm the First Man. Been here since before your ancestors even dreamed of walking upright. I own it all."

Etana tried to request time. Anything he could use to stop the godly man. But no matter what he did, it seemed as if the other side lacked any desire to even discuss. As if he was beneath the other being. As if his words were nonsensical.

"Graaaaaawr!"

Then the beast roared, and that was it. Etana of Kish agreed to pay. The boisterous man called it rent, protection money, and holy offering combined.

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2780 BCE, Memphis, Egypt.

It was the rule of the second dynasty. Food was abundant, the land was fertile, and the river was the lifeline. Pharaoh Nynetjer was a proud man, inbred sure, but still proud. Wearing all that gold, the crown, the high throne. He felt like a god, and he believed he was a god. The mightiest man in the world.

That was until the real god walked into his majestic halls with a giant beast behind. White-skinned, dressed like a barbarian, hair the color of gold, his eyes blue as the sea.

Of course, how dare a barbaric man invade his royal hall. He was a god. So, Pharaoh Nynetjer raged and ordered his soldiers to attack. Moments later, he realized who was the real god in that hall.

"Look, you clowns never change. Learned to farm, sure—but brains? Still ape-level dumb. Here's the deal: I want twenty percent of your yearly take, or I'm leveling your whole damn town. Simple."

Marshall didn't need any wealth. Heck, he didn't even care about them. He just did it so he could, like a toll for all the guiding and saving he did when humans were struggling to survive. It was his way of declaring his presence to all early kingdoms.

And it worked just fine. Fearing the First Man's wrath, Egypt agreed to pay their holy offerings every year.

Later, Marshall did the same with the Norte Chico Civilization in South America. But he also gave them something in return. As they lacked pottery and writing, he gave it to them. Dealing with them was far better than the last two as they literally prayed to him.

After that, the Akkadian Empire was the first empire in history. Surprisingly, Marshall was treated like a real god by them the moment he arrived in the Emperor's hall. As Akkadians were not that far from Sumerians, they were aware of the First Man, the God that walks and guides the world.

Akkadians willingly submitted and made Dinoism their Empire's main faith. The royal family took the faith and instantly started paying yearly offerings to their God. All they asked in return was some knowledge about irrigation, growing food, and other simple issues related to maintaining an Empire's population.

But what Marshall didn't know was that the Akkadian Empire later conquered Sumerians, and spread his name and his godhood across the Middle East, all the way to Egypt, which already revered him.

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1500 BCE, Shang Dynasty, China.

Emperor Zu Xin ruled a vast territory with over thirteen million people under him. He ruled with supreme power. He was proud, he was fat, and he held a high appetite for women and wine. But it was common, so nobody batted an eye.

But then came the white monkey, as named by the Emperor. To the Emperor's surprise, the white monkey berated him in full court. All his ministers and servants were there. Yet, the white monkey called him fat, pig, dumb, ape, words that he didn't understand.

"China's always been a trip. One Emperor farts, next thing you know—civil war, a hundred trillion dead. You folks got the numbers, no doubt; but brains? Not so much, not yet at least. Makes me wonder though—what if you'd stumbled on America first? A Chinese America... now that would've been a hell of a story…"

Allspeak was such a magical thing that everyone in the Emperor's hall understood him.

"I like your food though. I'll never forget that nice weed I got from here. Me and Marty didn't leave the cave for years and smoked it all. Man… good times." Marshall rambled nonstop, arms crossed, standing proud. "Anyway, here's the deal…"

Marshall always knew that dealing with the Shang Dynasty wouldn't be easy. They were proud, and they had the numbers. With a large population, the Emperor's army numbered hundreds of thousands. And sure enough, fifty thousand imperial soldiers were unleashed upon him.

"Tsk… let me light up your day."

WOOOSH!

Marshall spread his arms around and sent out massive tornadoes of cosmic flames. Wherever they touched, scorched to ash. The soldiers, the stone floor, the wooden structures. The fire didn't spread, it was so hot that before it could spread, the wood had already turned into ash.

In a matter of seconds, Marshall torched fifty thousand men.

Thud!

Thud!

"F-First Man!"

"Ha?" Marshall looked back at the Emperor in shock. "You know me?"

Thud!

All the ministers and servants knelt down then.

"We have the records. Our ancestors have followed your guidance for eons. We seek forgiveness, O' great First Man, we were blind to your truth—Forgive this land…"

Marshall scratched his head. "So I killed them all for nothing? Hmm… Well, you guys are pretty efficient in reproduction. It's alright, I guess. Here's the deal, every year, you shall submit your holy offering…"

It was the same deal as the rest. But this time, what Marshall didn't know was that the Shang Dynasty was the first Dynasty to keep written records. By visiting them, he had immortalized his existence in history books. Sadly, along with First Man, they also named him blue-eyed white dragon.

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Next came Indus Valley Civilisation. And sadly, they were far too stubborn. Since they settled there from somewhere else, they didn't have any record of the First Man. So, to them, Marshall seemed like some sort of a demon.

He ordered their King to pay him yearly taxes. But the King absolutely refused. Marshall killed the guards and destroyed the large royal building. The King still refused. So, Marshall killed the King and then asked the man who inherited the title to pay taxes.

The new King also refused. Marshall killed him as well and then came the next king. And like that, Marshall killed the entire bloodline of the King until just a small toddler was left. At that point, he grew furious and impatient.

After a hundred million years, humans were a mere blip in his conscience as they existed for such a short time. He didn't consider himself human anymore. He didn't give a damn about anything. Fear, pity, embarrassment, shame, they didn't exist. All he knew was thrill, joy, and pleasure.

And they displeased him.

"Then let this be the fucking warning to all you trade with!"

Marshall flew in the air and torched all the crops around their cities. He torched all the trees and every blade of grass, and killed every livestock they had. And then, he ordered them to leave, spread in all directions, and spread the tale of what happens when they displease him.

And just like that, the Indus Valley Civilization disappeared. But his story spread further with a different name—God with burning hair—God of Fire.

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