Auger Group, organic lifeform headquarters.
They were facing the invasion of the Guardians of the Galaxy fleet.
The Guardians demonstrated a military level and reaction speed far beyond anything the corporate conglomerate could have anticipated.
Dozens of guards clad in high-tech protective gear scrambled to provide external defense support. Suspended defense layers surrounding the periphery of space braced for combat readiness.
Amid the shrill alarms,
the entire facility filled with grim determination.
But there was no fear.
In all the years since their inception, they had never encountered an adversary they couldn't handle.
Their reputation as beings of supreme evolution preceded them; even the most vicious galactic warlords avoided provoking them.
They bore the name of the Creator.
And the Auger Group had never lacked manpower.
Countless experimental lifeforms—transformed, repurposed—had become the defense force protecting this massive intergalactic conglomerate.
Transformers, cyborgs, mercenaries, synthetic robots, and even ferocious cosmic monsters.
All were catalogued, all weaponized.
No one could truly guess how vast the Auger Group's forces were.
No one could fathom the terrifying power they possessed.
But this time, they were facing an elite force—veterans of the first Matrix Race War.
An army of magicians beyond compare.
Their commander: Hela, the Goddess of Death—once feared even by Odin himself.
The Auger Group was destined to suffer its most devastating blow in history.
Countless barrages of firepower rained down.
The once-secure organic lifeform defense layer was torn apart.
Three plasma safety shields were violently shattered by Hela; rebuilding them would take considerable time.
And in that window of vulnerability—
Wave after wave of warships closed in, effortlessly obliterating unprepared Auger vessels, seizing complete air superiority.
Following the massacre of the outer defenses, a full-scale landing assault commenced.
The Auger Group's personnel scrambled to fill the breaches in the defense lines.
They wielded ion guns capable of ripping through steel, yet before they could even engage, they were wiped out by concentrated magical fire.
Their enemies? A moment ago in the distance—appeared the next second behind them, ambushing them with brutal precision.
The defenders were left stunned and overwhelmed.
The front lines shrank and collapsed.
The battle was utterly one-sided.
The Auger Group had never encountered enemies so bizarre and powerful.
They had no relevant combat experience to draw from.
They watched, wide-eyed, as magicians teleported across the battlefield at will.
They saw the Guardians of the Galaxy conjure fire and thunder with their bare hands, immune to conventional weaponry as they killed without restraint.
And they witnessed a terrifying woman—the warrior wielding countless black swords—who tore through lives and shattered the entire space fortress itself.
"That's 89P13! It's here!"
Someone had spotted Rocket Raccoon.
Delighted, they rushed to capture him, hoping to exchange him for a reward from the Supreme Evolution.
But Rocket heard them.
That code—his experimental number—filled him with rage. He despised it. He loathed the Auger Group.
He fired without hesitation, annihilating everyone in their squad.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Explosions echoed from the colossal headquarters of the Auger Group.
The inferno was relentless.
Slaughter continued without pause.
As the conflict escalated, the Auger Group's resistance crumbled completely.
—
Main control room.
A man in a tight uniform—clearly a scientist—frantically activated communications to contact the Supreme Evolution.
"Your Majesty! The enemy's offensive is overwhelming! We're on the verge of collapse!"
"The outer perimeter has fallen entirely. Inner defenses are nearly depleted."
"They've taken over 90% of the facility!"
"We desperately need backup!"
—
On a massive mothership accelerating through space—
The Supreme Evolution monitored the Auger Group's defeat via surveillance feeds.
He listened to the pleas for aid—
and ignored them all.
His cold, emotionless gaze sent chills through his subordinates.
"Your Majesty… Are we really abandoning them?"
"Too late…"
The meaning was unmistakable.
The Supreme Evolution had no interest in saving the Auger Group.
He had countless other research bases.
All experimental data was archived.
What truly mattered was preserved—in the brains of the experiments themselves.
As long as those weren't lost, the rest was expendable.
The loss of the Auger Group remained within acceptable limits.
"Activate the self-destruction protocol. No one leaves intact after defying me."
He severed the monitor feed—never glancing back at the battle again.
—
"What of the army mobilization?"
"Your Majesty, we've notified all units—they're en route to Earth. They'll reach the planetary perimeter in time to coordinate."
"But… there's been a complication with the Sovereigns."
"They've cited Adam's incubation as an excuse and responded perfunctorily. They seem unwilling to carry out your orders."
"The Sovereigns… appear to have their own agenda."
"Then don't blame me. As experimental subjects, they should understand their role. Rebellion is not tolerated."
The Supreme Evolution resolved to annihilate the Sovereigns—
once Earth was dealt with.
His aesthetic experiments were complete. The Sovereigns were now expendable.
—
Auger Group Headquarters.
The Supreme Evolution initiated the self-destruction sequence.
The remaining staff fell into despair.
They had been abandoned.
Desperate and defeated, they surrendered.
The Guardians swiftly took over the Auger Group.
Star-Lord played a key role—using his lifetime of experience to hack into the system and disable the self-destruct sequence.
Nebula and Gamora, accompanied by surrendered scientists, copied the group's entire database.
This was part of Aaron's standing directive:
Collect as much lore from every civilization as possible.
Continuous knowledge refinement was paramount.
The biological gene technology pioneered by the Supreme Evolution was unrivaled across the universe.
Save for the Celestials, no one else came close.
Thus, its preservation was invaluable.
The Auger Group headquarters was now under complete control.
After a brief period of clean-up and burial arrangements, the fleet departed with prisoners.
Moments later, the once-imposing base was cleaved to ruins beneath Hela's obsidian blade.
—
In that moment—
The Supreme Evolution's backup contingency activated.
A device embedded inside Rocket was triggered.
Though he now wielded magic, Rocket was not immune.
He fell unconscious.
Star-Lord and his companions ran diagnostics.
They discovered a horrifying truth:
A vital code had been erased.
Without it, the self-destruct device near Rocket's heart couldn't be deactivated.
They had less than two days.
If the countdown reached zero—Rocket would die.
To save him, they turned to Hela.
But she was a warrior, not a scientist. The device's placement—near the heart—was precarious. One wrong move could prove fatal.
Moreover, her expertise lay in battle magic, not surgical precision or intricate enchantment.
Hela regretfully admitted she couldn't help.
Fleet scientists were also powerless.
There wasn't enough time to develop a countermeasure.
The device was too advanced. Its position, too dangerous.
Everyone stood helpless.
Finally, Nebula proposed the only option left:
They had to find the Supreme Evolution—or go to Earth and ask the Master for help.
"With the Master's power, he can surely solve this."
Everyone's eyes lit up.
Aaron—godlike and omnipotent—could surely disarm the device.
Coincidentally, they had just received intel:
The Supreme Evolution was heading to Earth.
If they could capture him—the device could be shut down.
Thus, Star-Lord and his team left Hela's fleet and flew straight toward Earth.
As for Hela—her mission continued.
Having dismantled the Auger Group, she resumed organizing galactic civilization forces and expanding the arcane network across the Milky Way.
Unless Aaron ordered otherwise, she had no intention of meddling with the Supreme Evolution.
After reporting the latest intel and confirming that no further support was needed on Earth, she set off toward the Milky Way's core.
—
Earth.
Aaron had already been informed by the Sovereigns that the Supreme Evolution was plotting against him.
And for this confrontation, the Supreme Evolution had deployed his full military might.
Among his forces was the Legion of Hell's Sons—genetically engineered creatures that defended the New World. Numerous, fearless, and born with the ability to fly—even through space.
They were the Supreme Evolution's most survivable and brutally effective subordinates—though they lacked intelligence.
In addition to the Hellspawn, the army also included countless genetically altered beings and terrifying cosmic monsters.
The Supreme Evolution led the charge himself.
Aaron had studied his abilities closely.
This opponent could manipulate anti-gravity armor capable of influencing ten planets simultaneously.
Equivalent to an Omega-level Magneto.
At full power, he could destabilize and destroy an entire planet by altering its gravitational balance.
It was clear: The Supreme Evolution had come to either annihilate Earth or force Aaron to submit.
Aaron remained unfazed.
As for Ayesha's surrender, he chose to respond with goodwill—dispatching a defense force to Sovereign.
He didn't want to alienate those who submitted to him.
Protection was still warranted.
Aaron sent Jane Foster (Thor), Daisy (a mid-tier powerhouse), and a reinvigorated Wanda.
They were also quite intrigued by the Sovereigns—rumored to be the most beautiful race in the Milky Way.
—
One day later.
The Supreme Evolution's flagship finally arrived in the Solar System.
The colossal vessel brought overwhelming pressure with its mere presence.
Even renowned battleships like the Dark Star and Sanctum Sanctorum paled in comparison.
Size wasn't everything—but it symbolized might.
And the Supreme Evolution's strength vastly surpassed that of the Tivan Group from Knowhere.
Upon entering the system,
The fleet broadcast an all-channel message to Earth.
The Supreme Evolution—arrogant and towering—
Issued a final warning to all of humanity.
An Ultimatum.
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