Marvel: Upgrading Death

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1290 BCE, Red Sea.

"Holy shit! He actually split the fucking sea! What the hell is that staff? Did you see that, Marty?!"

Marshall followed a man named Moses for years out of pure interest. He watched the man battle Pharaoh's wizards and then watched the unknown gods meddle. He already knew that the God helping Moses went against the Celestials' wish and warning.

But he still watched it all happen. And finally, sitting on Marty's head, he marveled at the parted Red Sea. Hell, Marty was even pulling a massive cart behind him with the elderly and disabled sitting on it.

"So you're the god the Egyptians pray to?" asked Moses.

"Not just the Egyptians. Loads of folks have prayed to me," Marshall replied lazily, looking at the wall of water on two sides. "Don't sweat it—I never gave a damn about them. Never asked for their prayers, just made sure they coughed up yearly offerings. This whole god gig? Honestly? It's a pain in the ass."

Moses just nodded with respect. For a god, human matters must not be meaningful, he reckoned. Still, he remained alert. A god was a god, and gods can be moody at times.

In the end, the view became boring. Marshall had seen entire mountains exploding, asteroids flatten entire forests. Splitting the sea soon lost its charm. And that was when he noticed a figure in the sky, flying.

Isn't that the flying Eternal? What was his name? Harris? Boris? Reese's?

With thoughts of Eternals, he suddenly craved that voluptuous leader of theirs, Ajak. He'd visited her countless times by now and every single time she was a delight. They were pretty good friends by now and he even took her on flying dates on his magic flying raft. What an experience it was to do her while flying.

Umm… Should give other ladies a try maybe?

Deciding on doing that, Marshall finished crossing the Red Sea, and then grabbed Marty and flew away just like he had arrived there. As the sea began to return to its form, the chasing Egyptians died, and the people Marshall saved prayed to him from the banks.

Marshall was clueless at the time. But yet again, he became a name recorded in a book. And this time, it was more than just a historical scroll.

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Dinosia, the holiest land of Dinoism, the faith that followed the First Man, the eternal god, the land owned by the god himself.

By now, the population of the island had reached over a hundred thousand, and it seemed as if the society had already entered the medieval era, but better than the real medieval era. Thanks to Marshall's selective approach, the average IQ of the people of Dinosia was twice that of the rest of the world.

They grew in science and discovered medical treatments, civil engineering, plumbing, rules of society, laws, policing, and everything else. Yet, there was still no nobility as the system favored theocracy, under the faith of the First Man.

And since Marshall was still an active presence in their lives, there was order and faith.

Fashion had grown, people now wore intricate clothes, beautiful gowns for ladies, and by Marshall's indirect advice, some pretty exciting inner wears, similar to lingerie. With garter belts and fishnet stockings, Marshall treated the large island as his playground.

But he also protected the people from natural disasters. From rare starvations. From diseases. The people adored their god, fanatically religious. Yet they were rational, scientific, and orderly. The entire island was now covered with cities at distances, connected by roads, leaving the rest of the island untouched and green.

Clean, beautiful, multi-storied buildings, large public infrastructure, wide paved roads, and street lamps that used charcoal. The island lived in abundance as Marshall brought tax collected from all the kingdoms and empires of the world each year and stored all of that in Dinosia.

By now, the biggest issue the people of Dionsia faced was where to store thousands of years' worth of tax/offerings. So, they focused on researching civil engineering and began creating massive, deep, underground vaults, as deep as they could go.

Of course, plenty of Dinosians left the island at times to explore. But they were forbidden to share knowledge, marry outside, or bring back a lover. They could either stay outside forever or leave their lover and child in order to return.

Later, Marshall permitted them to bring their child with them if they wanted to return. But they were still not allowed to bring their lovers. It was Marshall's experiment, after all. He didn't want the average IQ of the island to drop. While children were easy to teach.

In the year 1000 BCE, Marshall returned to yet again grab himself a maiden, as promised in the faith. By now, it had been so many thousands of years that it was a core part of their culture. It was more a reward to them than an offering from their side.

They felt blessed, that as long as the First Man kept taking maidens from their land every fifty years, they would stay blessed. What they didn't know was that Marshall truly considered them his own core people. He fully planned to oversee his experiment all the way into the modern age.

This time, Marshall picked a twenty-three-year-old redhead girl. She didn't have large breasts or broad hips. But what she had made Marshall fuck her day and night, spread her, fold her, claim here wherever. She was tall, reaching almost six feet, her legs were long and toned, sun-kissed tanned. She was beautiful with that red hair, pale face, her lips pouty–and they all reminded Marshall of his first love.

Firehair, that woman he still dearly missed. She never returned from space, and by now, he feared she was dead. But her memory was still alive within him, and as he sank his thick, godly cock into that redhead, he relished that memory.

"Ummmm…!"

In his lavish bedroom, on the large, soft bed, Marshall plunged into her hot, scorching cunt that he'd recently claimed. She was amazing, more than he expected. As he jammed his cock down between her legs and loomed over her, she spread her legs apart straight, practically doing a full split while receiving his slamming, hard thrusts.

"Ungh! Ungh! I feel… so blessed… please, have me more… oh! So deep!"

She moaned, she prayed, and she loved every thrust from her god. She was a famed beauty of the island, but she was aware of her beauty and kept herself pure in hopes of being chosen. She was the tallest among all two hundred candidates, so she was confident.

But she didn't realize that it was her hair that gained her god's attention.

"Ummmm!" She let him drink her lips dry. She was sore but willing, so full of his blessed seed that she could feel all those warm, musky, sticky seeds everywhere, from her reddened pussy to her thighs. Their combined juice even dripped down, soaking her ass.

Marshall liked to live in the moment and gave her his entire attention. That was the one rule he always abided by. Whichever woman he'd chosen, it was his duty to make her the happiest woman alive. He fucked her every day, often multiple times. He showed her the world. The primitive empires, kingdoms. He had her taste cuisine from around the globe.

Too bad, though. Marshall simply couldn't seed their wombs with his spill. He was interested to find out if his children would inherit his powers.

"I'm coming! I-oh god! Yes, yes… more… give me more!"

As all women, she cried for him to unleash his thick batter yet again. And Marshall did just that, pressing her split legs with his hands, pressing them harder until her pussy literally spread open and rose higher.

Plap! Plap!

With a few last thrusts, he jammed himself to the root and just spilled inside with no care or worry.

Firehair… I hope she lived a happy life.

He kissed the woman and pulled her in his arms to rest and sleep. He was not done, but he wanted to give her some rest. She wasn't built like him, after all.

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"Yeah, looks off. The guy's got a whole cult built around him. Pulling a global extortion racket." Mobius muttered, having blended into the crowd as he watched the only blonde-haired man in the crowded market street.

"He's older than the human species," Paradox said, more curious than his partner. "I'd call it a religion, not cult. Let's follow TVA's orders and go back. He's immortal, unaging... and not exactly sane."

"Yeah, I'm with you. We've seen enough. Let's move—just one quick probe." Mobius said and took out the small rod with a sharp pin at its end.

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