Marvel: Rise of the Ultimate AI

Unlike any known weapon in Asgard, the Destroyer was forged from a material so impossibly strong that it has never been replicated—and never could be. This was no ordinary armor. It was Asgard's ultimate weapon of war, its outer shell so indestructible that even Odin himself could not destroy it. Not even Uru metal could compare to the strange alloy that composed its frame.

And that was only the beginning.

In terms of sophistication, the Destroyer was among the most advanced constructs in all Nine Realms. Its design philosophy was vastly different from Gene's. The upper limits of its power remained unknown—no one had ever dared test the extremes of its might. Its body could transform, shifting its density at will. While it could not become a gas, it could freely change between liquid and solid states.

The Destroyer could annihilate all known matter. It could be operated autonomously or controlled by a designated master. Its face was a featureless, gaping aperture—like the entrance to a subterranean vault—from which it could unleash a continuous, white-hot energy beam capable of melting almost anything. Its energy source? A blessing of power from Odin and the gods of all Nine Realms.

Yes—all. Not just the gods of Asgard, but every divine pantheon across the Nine Realms had imbued their power into this armor.

Ancient legends told of a time long ago when the Celestials descended upon Earth to conduct genetic experiments on humanity, watching them over centuries. If the Celestials deemed the species unworthy of further study, they would wipe them out entirely—cleansing the world by destroying the entire planet.

Earth, positioned at the exact center of the Nine Realms and home to the heart of the World Tree, held immeasurable importance. As the supreme protector among the Nine Realms, Asgard could not stand idly by. But the Celestials were far too powerful for even Odin to face alone.

Thus, Odin summoned the gods of every realm—including the Olympian gods of Earth's own mythology—and together they forged the Destroyer.

In the battle against the Celestials, Odin, wielding the Destroyer's immense might, held the advantage—a testament to just how fearsome the armor truly was.

Yet for all its power, the security surrounding the Destroyer was… sloppy. In the comics, there were numerous occasions when it had been stolen, and even now, Gene's disciple, Victor Von Doom, had once donned the Destroyer's armor.

Earth.

A squadron of Eagle fighters sliced through the clouds. Inside, every seat was occupied by members of the Sharp Blade Squad. They had just safely delivered Professor Selvig and were now en route back to the S.W.O.R.D. mothership. Their precious cargo—a relic from Jotunheim itself, the Ancient Ice Casket that had once plunged Earth into an Ice Age—was secured in the hold.

"Wanda, you were amazing! You totally one-shotted that wicked witch!" Daisy gushed, still riding the high of battle.

Wanda stretched her arms, smiling faintly but saying nothing. All she wanted now was to collapse into a large, comfortable bed, drift into a deep sleep, and maybe—just maybe—wake to find that the boss had returned.

Her eyes drifted to the Ancient Ice Casket, sealed and heavily guarded. For reasons she couldn't explain, unease rose in her chest, as if some unseen danger loomed just beyond the edge of perception.

Around her, members of the Sharp Blade Squad chatted easily, swapping plans for their upcoming leave. Wanda propped her chin on her hand, staring absently out the window—when she thought she saw it.

A flicker of silver light, darting past like a phantom.

Could it be… the boss? Wanda wondered.

Spider-Man's brow furrowed. His spider-sense blared in warning—danger was close.

"Hey, guys…" he began.

But before he could finish, a deafening KRRAAANG! ripped through the air. The cabin door was torn away in an instant, hurricane-force winds roaring through the fuselage.

A massive figure loomed in the opening. Its entire body shimmered with metallic silver, like living steel. Armor—yes, but unlike anything they'd seen before. Its face was nothing but a single, gaping aperture, radiating an eerie, soul-freezing light.

From the moment it stepped aboard, its gaze locked unerringly on one thing—the Ancient Ice Casket.

The deck shuddered under its heavy steps, sparks spraying as its armored feet ground into the metal floor.

Eddie was the first to react. With a guttural roar, Venom surged over his body in a wave of black tendrils, striking at the intruder with predatory force.

The silver giant caught Venom's tendrils effortlessly. One casual swing—and Venom was hurled out of the plane, sucked into the roaring sky beyond.

Daisy stepped forward, arms raised, unleashing a devastating shockwave strong enough to melt steel. The figure didn't even flinch. It simply strode forward, smashing into her with brutal force and sending her sprawling.

Captain Supreme, the Mandarin, Spider-Man, and the Winter Soldier all attacked in unison, each unleashing their signature techniques. Every strike was neutralized, every blow deflected. The entire aircraft groaned under the strain, panels buckling, metal screaming—a few more seconds, and it might come apart entirely.

Wanda summoned her magic, desperate to intervene—but the fight with Amora and her efforts to suppress the Ice Casket's energy had drained her far too much. Her hex bolts were weaker than ever.

The armored giant punched through her defenses, sending her tumbling to the floor. But it didn't press the attack. Instead, it seized the Ancient Ice Casket, cradling it as if it were nothing more than a box of jewels.

And then—just like that—it vanished into the endless sky.

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