Marvel: The Ultimate Superman

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Oscorp Tower – Secure Containment

Four symbiotes writhed inside reinforced containment pods though in truth, Oscorp now had more than just four. They had been studying them for months, dissecting their genetic cores, experimenting with replication.

The silver-skinned Riot slammed against his enclosure, his voice a venomous snarl.

"You're all dead! He is coming! We sacrificed everything to keep Knull sealed away for eons and you dare to treat us like lab rats? Then watch your world burn when our god devours it whole!"

Dr. Dora Skirth, unflinching, pressed a control panel. A shrill sonic barrage filled Riot's cell, making the alien thrash violently.

"Three days without discipline and you already forget your place," she said coldly. "Here, you're not a warrior. You're a specimen."

She straightened her lab coat, her voice dripping with contempt.

"Our Chairman will deal with your so-called god. He's killed gods before. And we even have one locked up in our labs right now."

Dora had once lost her career after Carlton Drake's Life Foundation collapse, only for Oscorp to recruit her directly.

At first, she couldn't believe it Oscorp's research was on a level she'd only dreamed of. And now? She was back working with symbiotes, but under the guidance of someone far beyond anything she'd imagined.

Nolan.

He'd set her impossible research challenges consciousness-free symbiotes, organic exo-armor and solved every technical impasse she encountered. In her eyes, he wasn't just the most brilliant man alive; he was the strongest being on Earth.

And after joining the Bast Project, she'd learned something shocking: even gods could end up on Nolan's dissecting table.

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Earth's Atmosphere

Above the planetary shield, black, liquid horrors clung to the barrier, squirming and spreading like a living infection. Then heat. Blinding, searing heat erupted from the shield itself.

The symbiotes shrieked in agony before liquefying into oily sludge that slid harmlessly down the barrier.

A shadow blotted out the sun.

A towering, white-haired figure appeared in the void, visible to half the world. Even without knowing his name, everyone who saw him felt itan oppressive weight in their chest, as if the darkness itself had taken form.

Knull.

The God of the Symbiotes. Newly freed from his ancient prison, still weakened but ravenous for life force. And just beyond his broken chains… a rich, vibrant world overflowing with prey.

He was furious that his own creations had dared to imprison him. But first, he needed them to strip this planet clean.

"Pathetic lower lifeforms," his voice boomed across the void. "You dare stand against the true god of the Symbiotes? You have twenty-four hours to kneel… or I will erase your world."

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From New York, a figure shot upward, accelerating through the atmosphere, growing in size until he stood face-to-face with the god himself.

"This is Earth," Nolan said coldly.

Their voices carried effortlessly through the vacuum, carried on power far beyond sound.

Knull's gaze narrowed.

"That shield was your work? …Interesting. You reek of power like mine."

This was no mere mortal. No pretender. This was a peer an equal.

But Knull was no ordinary god. He had clashed with the Celestials themselves.

With a flick of his hand, he summoned writhing tendrils of living darkness that twisted and merged in the void, forming a colossal symbiote dragon.

Its roar echoed across the upper atmosphere as it spread vast wings, spewing webs of black filament toward Nolan.

"Begone."

Nolan's voice was calm, almost bored. Two beams one crimson, one white flashed from his hands, striking the dragon. It convulsed in pain, shrinking rapidly before vanishing entirely.

Knull's eyes flared.

"You'll regret that."

He unleashed a storm countless tendrils weaving into a single titanic fist, hurtling toward Nolan at speeds even Stark's satellites could barely track.

Nolan met it head-on, his own fist blazing with red-white energy. Their blows collided in a thunderclap of force and law itself power so great it tore at the fabric of space.

This was no mere test of strength. Every strike was a clash of rules, the cosmic laws each god embodied.

Knull's rule was Darkness corruption, consumption, the endless abyss. A hybrid of Dormammu's hunger and Galactus's annihilation, carried in every creation he birthed.

Any lesser being would have been devoured the instant their essence touched his.

But Nolan was different.

Knull's strikes began to falter. His rules unraveled. His very body began to diminish, as if parts of his essence were being stripped away.

"What… is this?" Knull growled. "Why is my power feeding you?"

Nolan's eyes burned brighter.

"Entropy," he said simply. "I turn chaos into order and order into my own strength. Unlike consumption, I'm never tainted by what I take."

Every fragment of Knull's power that touched him was broken down, stripped to raw potential, and reforged into Nolan's own might.

Knull snarled.

"You've stolen my dominion!"

Nolan smirked, his fists still hammering forward.

"And you've given me a reason to end you. I have to admit creating the symbiotes was impressive. But now? You've piqued my interest."

In his eyes burned the clear, unflinching intent to destroy a god.

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