Marvel: The Ultimate Superman-Chapter 225 - 224. Operation: Wakanda

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Nolan didn’t care how much of a ripple effect his Power Level Codex had caused globally.

He was already back in Kamar-Taj.

With most of his current projects stabilized, he finally had time to seek out the answers he needed from the Ancient One herself.

At this point, Nolan had pushed his physical enhancements to their absolute limits. To go further, only two avenues remained:

Creating magical artifacts

Forging contracts with dimensional entities

Fortunately, he didn’t just have access to one dimension. He’d already acquired the Psionic Dimension from Sue Storm... and the Particle Realm from Hank Pym.

Both dimensions were... exotic. Dangerous.

But also power-laden.

If he could master them, Nolan believed he’d become second only to the Ancient One herself on Earth.

Unfortunately, Kamar-Taj’s library had no records of anything on how to forge magical artifacts or absorb dimensions directly.

He’d asked Wong. Wong said those techniques were kept under lock and key under the direct stewardship of the Sorcerer Supreme.

So Nolan approached the Ancient One.

She didn’t seem surprised.

"These are what you’re looking for," she said calmly, sipping from a cup of tea that never seemed to empty. She slid two aged tomes across the table.

"Forging artifacts is easy in theory. But not all materials can withstand enchantment."

"What about vibranium?"

The Ancient One nodded.

"Vibranium has the durability to handle enchantment. But for maximum magical resonance... you’ll want to mix in some mithril."

"Mithril?"

"Yes. We have a small reserve here in Kamar-Taj. You may take what you need. But the vibranium... I assume you’re planning to take it from Wakanda?"

Nolan smiled.

"That’s the plan."

The Ancient One’s gaze sharpened.

"Wakanda may appear primitive, but a god is watching over them. A real one."

"A god?" Nolan asked.

"Bast, the Panther Goddess. She is no illusion."

That made Nolan pause.

"Wait, if Earth has gods like her, why didn’t they intervene when Dormammu almost devoured the planet?"

"Dormammu is a god just one infinitely more terrifying than the local pantheon. If Bast entered the Dark Dimension, Dormammu would tear her apart."

Nolan rubbed his temples.

"I always thought Dormammu got clowned by Strange using a time loop."

The Ancient One chuckled.

"That was narrative convenience. Trust me if Dormammu were easy to kill, I wouldn’t be here guarding the Earth’s ley lines."

She explained further:

Even Asgard, often called a "pantheon," was less divine than it seemed.

"Without the Odinforce, Thor was just a man with a hammer. Even Iron Man beat him up once."

"So I should be fine, then?" Nolan smirked.

"You might be. Just don’t mistake divinity for invincibility. Also... don’t endanger the planet."

"Understood. I won’t act unless necessary."

The Ancient One sipped her tea, expression unreadable.

"Then go ahead. Just know this should you truly master a dimension, you won’t just gain power."

"You’ll become... a dimensional entity yourself."

"A god?"

"Only in structure," she replied. "The term Dimensional Demon only applies when such an entity turns against Earth."

"I’d never harm Earth."

"Hold onto that conviction," she said quietly. "Because once you feel the temptations of multiversal power... Earth will start to look very small."

Nolan nodded.

"If I ever stray, I’ll face the consequences."

The Ancient One smiled faintly.

"Good. You’re walking a path not even I can predict. It may end in ruin. Or in... divinity."

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Back at the Osborn Complex, Nolan didn’t read the books immediately.

Instead, he summoned Norman Osborn, Dr. Connors, and several key staff to the central war room.

Notably, Wanda was absent. But Madame Viper and Sphinx, leaders of the restructured HYDRA under Osborn’s control, were present.

"They’ve gathered all the top players," Connors muttered. "Something big’s coming."

Last time they had a meeting like this, HYDRA had been annihilated overnight.

Everyone turned as Nolan entered the room.

He wasted no time.

"Al," he said, addressing the A.I., "bring up Project Wakanda."

A holographic map lit up.

"Don’t underestimate them," Nolan warned. "Wakanda’s tech, powered by vibranium, eclipses the rest of Earth by decades."

He gestured to the map.

"Step one: push the U.S. military into action first."

"Wait... the U.S. government?"

"Yes. They’re greedy. Once they realize vibranium’s true worth, that it could buy the Earth, they’ll do what they always do."

"They’ll invade."

Osborn chuckled darkly.

"Using another nation as cannon fodder... classic strategy."

"Exactly. Let them bleed first. We watch, we analyze. Then we take."

"And what about Bast?"

"Leave that to me."

The advisors nodded, the room crackling with anticipation.

"Detailed plans will be distributed by Al shortly."

Just then—

The door opened.

Heels echoed sharply across the marble floor.

Someone new had arrived.

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