Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 717 For the Grand Plan (First Update)

The forges originally transported to Mars were modular in design, allowing them to connect with other forges to form foundries and research facilities for various purposes. Salomon didn't need to worry about this; he only needed to harvest the crops from the hydroponic farms and crop laboratories he built on Mars to transport food and fuel to help ordinary people who hadn't yet undergone cybernetic modifications through their difficulties. However, Mars's purpose wasn't limited to forging military equipment and improving crops. What lay buried deep beneath the Martian surface was the Martian foundry's greatest secret. Salomon hoped to use that to propel human technology forward, explore the path of human evolution, and as the first step in humanity's rebellion against its creator.

Whether from outer dimensions or the real world, Salomon did not want anything in this universe to be superior to the human race. Humanity would become the race that truly controls its own destiny—"Do not bow your head to foolish worship, do not bend your knees to false fame and power. We are the best, we are destined to conquer the galaxy, and any species, anything that calls itself a god, will become a stepping stone for our development and progress." —This is what he told Zero of the Royal Guard. Only a race with such awareness could accomplish the great feat of conquering the galaxy; this was humanity's destiny.

He doesn't harbor malice towards aliens, but rather believes that alien empires in the universe do not possess the idea or the right to coexist peacefully.

The Skrulls are disgusting amoebas that habitually impersonate other races to carry out peaceful subversion.

The Kree, blue-skinned elves, a warlord civilization ruled by computers.

The Shia are hollow-boned, feathered bird-men whose genes have been deeply contaminated by external dimensions, and who are prone to self-destruction at any moment.

Cosmic insectoids and symbiotes, slimy creatures with teeth, only want to eat and infect all living things.

The Xandarians, a hybrid of multiple alien races, have caused strange sexually transmitted diseases and mixed-race freaks to spread throughout civilization, making them the source of a large portion of the trouble in the universe. Recently, they have been promoting a "anti-mixed-race and gender discrimination" movement, and are the liberals among liberals, the white left among white leftists.

The Asgardians, pioneers of human evolution, were a race manipulated by the Old Gods and never gained freedom.

Looking across the entire galaxy, Salomon felt good about himself, even considering Hell far more interesting than these alien races.

Humanity has only taken a few thousand years from the dawn of civilization to the initial exploration of space. A few thousand years is but a fleeting moment on the vast scale of the universe; for many other races, humanity has already done more than enough. However, time is running out for humanity; destruction is imminent. The so-called Dark Titans are merely the prelude to a dark future, a tool for all humanity to experience the cruelty of the cold, real universe, a scalpel Salomon uses to weed out weakness from the race.

Even Gaia, the Earth Mother, hadn't anticipated that Salomon had quietly taken the position of player. He distrusted the Earth Mother's plans and disagreed with relying on the favoritism of various gods for humanity's fate. He was about to repeat what the Earth Mother had done, only more extreme and thorough, and he had already found an effective way to implement this method, which was already underway.

"I am honored to receive this invitation from the Lord of Asgard, the Allfather. I will certainly attend this banquet." Disguised, Lorelei wore a black cowboy vest and boots, her black leather gloves adorned with several finely cut gemstones. With practiced ease, she discreetly slipped several high-value Asgardian gold coins into the Golden Palace ambassador's pocket. In her brief stint as a disguised merchant, Lorelei once again demonstrated her unparalleled adaptability, quickly learning the merchant tactics she had previously scorned.

Furthermore, Loki's disguise as Odin neglected state affairs, leading to a lax atmosphere in the Golden Palace and providing Lorelei with an excellent opportunity. She bribed the theater troupe and several nobles, repeatedly mentioning a merchant from another star system who sold valuable goods at banquets. This financial offensive lasted for a long time before it piqued Loki's interest—Loki was not unaware of the kind of person his newly promoted was; he was simply curious about what kind of merchant had the financial resources to continuously bribe his subordinate. What he didn't know was that Lorelei's operational funds were nearly exhausted, and it was only through Salomon's space pirates and his business in the dimensional gaps that Lorelei's espionage operations could continue.

After Ambassador Gold Palace had left, Lorelei closed the door to her hotel room and took out a parchment covered in writing from a drawer. She knew every word on it by heart, but she read it every day until the next letter arrived. She buried her face in the parchment, taking a careful, deep breath, as if drawing strength from the ink and scent that permeated it—Salomon had repeatedly emphasized in his letters how important and indispensable Lorelei was to him, constantly mentioning the glory she would receive after completing her mission. Lorelei felt her master watching over her constantly, like a pair of gentle hands cradling her heart, warm as if in the harsh cold of Jotunheim. A fire burned amidst the fragrance of mead.

These letters were delivered periodically by the Kamar-Taj embassy in Asgard through various inconspicuous means to prevent the Asgardians from discovering Kamar-Taj's connection with the Lorelei. The Lorelei bore an extremely important mission, a mission that could affect the lives of billions. To ensure she completed her mission, Salomon resorted to some extremely despicable methods. However, he did not completely deceive the Lorelei; he did indeed prepare a position for her that would allow her to remain by his side permanently. She would become the head of some extremely important departments in the future, becoming one of Salomon's most trusted confidants.

Lorelei only began preparing for the next step of her plan after the artificial sun of Asgard had gradually disappeared behind the mountains.

She needs to infiltrate the Golden Palace, continue to conceal her identity, and find an opportunity to access the true core of Asgard.

It's not Odin's Treasury, nor the Golden Throne, nor a defense system, but something Salomon has always longed for.

Asgard possesses a weapon capable of annihilating all gods, a weapon more important than Gungnir or Mjolnir. Odin would absolutely not allow any other race to touch it; he even used his magic to deeply bind it to the Asgardian royal bloodline. This is Salomon's goal—the Rainbow Bridge. Earth, or Midgard, is located at the center of the World Tree's transportation system and is inherently qualified to use the Rainbow Bridge. He wants to seize the Rainbow Bridge from the Asgardians, making it a tool for future intergalactic communication and transportation for the human race, and more importantly, to ensure that this special dimension fulfills its true purpose.

Only His Holiness the Supreme Master knew the full extent of his plan.

This is a high-stakes gamble; the power dynamic between Asgard and Midgard will be completely reversed. If the plot is exposed, Kasirius, who is currently monitoring Odin and Frigga, will be killed, and Salomon will be attacked by Odin. These are the mildest consequences; more seriously, Earth could very well be attacked in Odin's desperate gamble, thus completing the domination that was never achieved a thousand years ago.

"Sacrifice is the cornerstone of the human race's survival to this day." After Salomon revealed his entire plan to the Sorcerer Supreme, the Sorcerer Supreme said without fear, "Your plan is feasible. If you can do it, the entire Kamar-Taj, including myself, can be sacrificed for this plan. Go ahead and do it, my disciple, you will ultimately fulfill your mission."

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(End of this chapter)