"Fucking Wakandans!" Marshall roared and zoomed out of his cave, still butt-naked as he flew. "So what if my big titty goth witch took teeny tiny little Vibranium? You fuckers got a mountain, besides it's all mine anyway!"
He emerged from the cave, flying midair. One glance and he noticed some strangely futuristic aircraft in the sky. They weren't high tech and looked more like crude suits of armor, large, each maneuvered by multiple people. The Wakandans were surely advanced, but they weren't yet at the peak of their game.
Still, they had developed energy weapons and used those to bombard the mountain.
"Fuckers! Take this!"
Marshall erupted in flames abruptly, his entire body glowing red, cosmic flames crackling around him. Then, he flew fast and body slammed each one of the flying aircraft.
The Wakandans' flying machines were blown to pieces, their occupants dead. But Marshall didn't stop there, he noticed the fuckers had also brought a ground army in a much larger ship. They had landed outside at the base of his mountain.
"Who is your goddamn Black Panther?" Marshall roared and made a superhero landing on the ground. "I saved your fucking ancestor, that Mosi, from the Celestials' fart, and this is what I get?"
By then, Marty also came out roaring from the cave, on his head were Hela and Selene.
"See? Marty's mad. You smashed his masterpiece—stupid move." Marshall raged. "You owe Marty a hundred kilos of Vibranium. And me? Hand over all your tech, or I'm off to Wakanda to torch the whole damn place."
Marshall just stayed standing in one place, not even bothering to act. He was shocked by their madness and dumbassness. He was pretty famous already, and Wakandans most certainly knew about him. Why the heck were they being so dumb?
"Hmm… Alright, I'll roast you all." Marshall lazily kicked the dirt once. Fire erupted from his foot and widened towards the incoming army of a thousand or so spear-wielding Wakandans. The cosmic flames turned the dirt into glass in its flow, and eventually covered the entire Wakandan army.
The Wakandans barely got the chance to scream. They just died, melted into a puddle of flesh and bones.
Marshall snorted and spat on the ground. "Finally, here comes the Black Panther. Come here, let me declaw your whiny ass. Then, I'll drag you to Wakanda and rub your face across its streets. Let your folks remember what happens when you fuck with the First Man."
The Black Panther, unknown what number he was, jumped towards Marshall furiously, roaring about how Marshall was in the wrong for sending Selene to steal from his people. All those words fell on deaf ears, however.
Marshall didn't give a damn about any of that. In his eyes, everything that Earth had belonged to him. It was a simple fact to him. Every piece of land, every single natural resource, every piece of diamond, every ounce of gold, and Vibranium, they all were his by the simple status of being the First Man. Being the first human to walk the entire world, the first one to lay claim before these fuckers were even a speck of a thought to their ancestors.
Marshall grabbed the Black Panther as the man lunged at him. He caught him by the neck and just choked him there. No amount of Vibranium in that suit could help when Marshall possessed Odin's raw strength.
Marshall then summoned his usual flying raft. "Marty, Hela, stay here and keep the cave covered. Selene, get on the damn raft. Take me to Wakanda. Been a while since I ended a civilization. The world's starting to forget about me. About time they're reminded."
Keeping the pitiful Black Panther in a chokehold, Marshall manhandled the man and flew away with no care. The Black Panther tried to writhe and kick, but nothing helped.
"You know." he talked with the Black Panther, although it was one-sided. "You didn't have to do all that. I didn't even remember that you guys existed. But when you poke a viper's nest, you better be prepared to get bitten. And boy, you sure did poke a pretty nasty viper, not the one ones in my pants, ah I'm still naked, fuck."
By then, it was anything but a guarantee that the Black Panther was not going to make it.
It was chaos in Wakanda. Fire fell from the sky. Entire buildings were uprooted and thrown away like toys. Bridges were torn down. The lakes were dried up. The mining mountain's entrance was scorched and shut. No amount of Vibranium hurt the mad god they had invited.
Black Panther was dead, splattered on the paved floor in the middle of the Wakandan capital. His head was split open with all the mess painting the tiles.
The Wakandan royal palace was left in ruins. Their entire city was decimated, worse than an earthquake. In a single hour, their beautiful city was turned into a mess no different from other African villages around their hidden home.
"I'm taking all this."
Marshall emptied their libraries as well. He wanted to give that knowledge to his people of Dinosia. No, he didn't want to give them the tech. But rather the knowledge, the science, the mathematics, and physics. What would they make out of it? Marshall was interested to see that.
"Also, I'm taking a thousand kilograms of Vibranium now. Be thankful I'm not taking the entire damn mountain," he said with a shrug like he was grabbing snacks. "Let's go, Selene—These fuckers aren't worth the spit it takes to talk. Give it a decade, they'll be flexing over dirt again."
Selene used to think she was pretty powerful before. No more; she just nodded her head mindlessly and jumped onto that primitive raft.
Behind them was Wakanda, left in ruins.
"Alright, Marty, count to five and then roar. We'll start running." Marshall ordered and stood at the starting line. Right beside him were five different Cheetahs. "You better not cheat, my cheetah friends… Haha, get it? Cheetah, cheater… alright, I'll shut up."
The year was 1560 CE. The world had changed. Humans had learned to sail the seas and explore the world. The Americas had been found. The native Americans were being wiped out by smallpox.
Marshall had ordered Dinosia to close its borders and become a secluded economy. Kill all invaders and explorers who reach them. And just develop themselves on their own. Keep innovating. And they were to only open borders when they were sure that their military might would stand above all.
It was a game on Marshall's part. He wanted to see how powerful Dinosians would become when they had nothing to measure themselves against.
Though Marshall was busy having fun in the part of the world still barely touched—Africa. He'd helped Mansa Musa back in the day, but then the man grew too big and started fucking around with nearby kingdoms. In the end, Marshall simply confiscated all the gold once Mansa died and hoarded that gold in Dinosia.
By now, he reckoned Dinosia was the richest nation in the entire world's history, and likely its future for thousands of years to come. The wealth in the underground vaults of Dinosia could run the world for eternity. Gold, diamonds, ancient fossils, rare earth, Vibranium, and even some magical artifacts, Marshall tossed in there.
And the best part was that Dinosians didn't depend on it. They were intelligent people and created their own internal economy, welfare system, and currency bills with Marshall's face on one side and Marty's roaring face on the other side. They were called Dollars, as it rhymed well with the name of the country, and also, Marshall was too lazy to think of another name.
As Marty roared, Marshall started running fast. Right beside him, the cheetahs followed and tried to pass him.
"Ahaha! Try harder, kids!" Marshall taunted the poor cheetahs. They were really trying their best, but Marshall was simply not human.
Meanwhile, where Marty stood, a neat picnic cloth was laid on the dirt. Hela and Selene sat on it, sipping freshly made juice and eating some sandwiches. The women were so used to Marshall's madness now that they just accepted it and enjoyed it as their entertainment.
"So… How far will he go?" Selene asked.
"Nobody knows." Hela rolled her eyes dismissively. "Last time he tried to race a shooting star. He ended up obliterating a mountain by crashing into it. The faster you forget that common sense is missing in him, the easier it is for your mind, Selene."
Selene awkwardly scratched her head. Being taught by the Goddess of Death was interesting, but also nerve-wracking.
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