Marvel's Master of Heavenly Magic

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A Nova warship lifted off from Planet K-9852, heading toward the nearest space jump point.

Inside the ship, George gazed out at the stunning starry sky. According to Fran's calculations, even taking the shortest possible route, it would still take three days to reach the Nova Empire's capital—Xandar.

"Principal, take a look at this."

Gamora walked over to George holding a device displaying the latest interstellar news—reports about the ancient god from Planet Te'lan, George, who had killed Thanos and was rumored to be forming an alliance with the Nova Empire.

"Looks like this trip is going to go very smoothly," George said with a faint smile after reading through the headlines.

Gamora, as one of the universe's top spies, was well aware of the current galactic situation and had already briefed him on the Nova Empire's challenges.

The fact that the Nova Empire had released such news showed just how eager they were to form an alliance with him.

Coincidentally, his purpose in visiting Xandar was also to form an alliance—a perfect match of intentions.

The Nova Empire wanted to use his fame to intimidate the other empires and push through a peace agreement, while he needed the Nova Empire's help to usher Earth into the space age and facilitate population migration.

It was a win-win situation—nothing to complain about.

He wasn't so petty as to get offended just because the Nova Empire had released vague news without his consent. He wasn't planning on making trouble when he arrived at the capital—he wasn't a child.

The sooner these matters were resolved, the sooner he could return to Earth and resume his deep study of magic to further improve himself.

As glorious as he might appear now, in the grand scheme of the Marvel Universe, he was far from being a true powerhouse.

Marvel had no shortage of single-universe-level beings—plenty of multiverse-level ones too. And above that, there were even higher-tier existences like macrocosmic and omniversal entities.

If he didn't improve himself, the next time a planet-devouring entity passed by Earth, both he and the planet could be wiped out.

As for people calling him an "ancient god," so be it. That label made it easier to explain how a human like him could wield such immense power and abilities.

Besides, the title carried weight—it had real deterrent value. No downside at all.

Three days later, a silver planet appeared in George's field of view.

Unlike the bare, peaceful planet briefly shown in the movies, what he saw now was an orb surrounded by layers of heavily armed warships and advanced defense systems that he couldn't even begin to understand.

This wasn't the peaceful era portrayed on-screen—at present, the Nova Empire was still at war with the Kree. The capital's defenses were tight and formidable.

If Ronan dared to pilot the Dark Aster to Xandar now, like he did in the movies, he probably wouldn't even make it into the atmosphere before getting blasted into dust.

Never underestimate the strength of one of the universe's four major empires.

"There's a huge gap…" George muttered as he stared at the rows of warships. Compared to Earth's tanks and artillery, it wasn't even a contest.

They weren't even on the same scale.

However, in terms of overall danger, Earth was actually far more perilous than any planet in the universe.

Galactic threats might destroy a planet or several in the worst-case scenario, but Earth's crises? They often risked the destruction of the entire universe.

If not for that, he would've already taken his closest friends and left Earth behind—found some quiet, safe planet to focus on mastering his magic.

Because Fran had already notified the capital in advance, the moment their patrol warship approached Xandar, the defending fleets immediately split into two rows, ceremoniously opening a passage for their entry into the planet.

"Thanks to Mr. George, this is the first time I've ever received treatment like this," Fran said, looking at the cleared pathway opened by the guarding fleet, his face unable to hide his excitement.

In the Nova Empire's military hierarchy, patrol units were at the bottom—like street constables in ancient times. Fran was essentially the chief constable of a small border town.

Now, this small-town patrol chief was entering the imperial capital, being welcomed with full honors by the imperial guard, and soon, even the emperor himself would grant an audience. How could he not be thrilled?

"Haha, I can't believe we're actually experiencing this," Star-Lord and Rocket burst into laughter beside him.

One was a petty thief constantly getting caught for sneaky heists; the other, a prison-break veteran with over twenty jailbreaks to his name—both genuine nobodies in the cosmic scheme of things.

And yet now, traveling with George, they were receiving treatment fit for galactic elites. Of course, they were over the moon about it.

"You'll be dealing with high-level figures like this a lot more from now on," George said with a chuckle, shaking his head.

Xandar had only one city, shaped like a giant five-pointed star when seen from above—a stunning sight.

With millions of planets under its control, the Nova Empire didn't need to build cities like Earth did. It had only this one capital city; the rest of its territory consisted of either scenic areas or military installations.

Escorted by Nova warships, the patrol vessel slowly descended onto the imperial headquarters building located at the heart of the five-star city. There to welcome them stood the ruler of the Nova Empire—the Nova Supreme—and several high-ranking officials.

George spent three days on Xandar, experiencing the highest level of hospitality that the most advanced planet in the galaxy had to offer. Then, with Star-Lord and the others, he set off once more.

The negotiations had gone smoothly. The Nova Empire needed his intimidating reputation to help enforce peace among the other empires, and George needed their help to usher Earth into the galactic age. Their interests aligned perfectly, and neither side had to sacrifice much, so the deal was finalized in under an hour.

"Don't head back to Earth just yet—make a detour to Morag," George instructed Star-Lord, who was now piloting the Sanctuary II.

He had sold the Dark Aster to the Nova Empire while on Xandar in exchange for funds. Transitioning Earth into a spacefaring civilization would require a lot of money. Cooperation was one thing, but George didn't want the Nova Empire shouldering all the costs.

As for the Sanctuary II, ever since he finished repairing it, he had been modifying it with magic—and now the upgrades were finally complete.

"Morag? Isn't that a dead planet?" Star-Lord asked, puzzled.

Morag was infamously known as a garbage world. It had once been the capital of a thriving civilization, which was mysteriously wiped out overnight.

Since then, the planet had been submerged under a vast ocean. Every 300 years, the waters would recede, revealing the sunken city—and at that time, scavengers would flock there to pick through the ruins.

Judging by the calendar, the oceans shouldn't recede again for a few more years. As it stood, the planet was entirely underwater, and even more dangerous due to the presence of deadly sea monsters.

"We're going to retrieve something," George said with a smile, offering no further explanation.

Since they were already out here, he figured he might as well swing by and grab the Power Stone. After all, neither the deep ocean nor the sea monsters posed any real threat to him.

If he remembered correctly, the Power Stone was located on Morag, and the civilization that once thrived there was destroyed by their failure to control its power.

(End of Chapter)