Son of Marvel’s Titans

“Sir has entered the Nine Worlds.”

An electronic voice woke Moll up, stood up and twisted his neck. “Lilys, collect the resources of the earth now, I want to know that it is a few years AD.”

After that, he pushed open the hatch and returned to the cockpit.

Ethel had already prepared the food and walked respectfully to More: “Young Master, the food has been prepared.” ”

Mohr took two steps forward, and the faces of the two were only a finger away. Look into her eyes: “The more you look at it, the better it looks!” ”

Smiling, he walked around her to the console and sat down, operating the electronic screen. “You don’t need to talk to me in this tone in the future, just order it casually.” Looking back at Iethel, who was still a little panicked, he said, “You will be my family from now on.”

“Sir, it’s Earth 1909. According to the data collected, a large-scale war is expected in the coming years. Lilys reported.

“It seems to be early.” “Lilys, look for the hardest veins of metal from the area I marked.”

It didn’t take much time for Moore to find the area where Wakanda was located with Ethel, and Lilys easily found the entrance.

With the technology that was 20 years ahead of them, they traded some supplies, a small amount of shock gold, and 3 heart-shaped herbs with the current king of Wakanda. After giving IJssel a tablet, he left Wakanda and came to Europe, where World War I was about to break out.

Using the high-tech technology in his hands and the all-powerful ‘Lilys’, Moll gave IJssel the first task of ‘gathering wealth’

In just 5 years, IJssel used industrial robots to build a military factory and founded Fantasy Technology Company, which quickly became the largest arms dealer.

After amassing a lot of wealth. More asked Lilys to ‘oversee the worker’ and built an artificial island of about 700 square kilometers – Fantasy World not far from the west coast of the Pacific Ocean, and naturally became the emperor of the soil.

With the outbreak of World War I, the island absorbed more than 100,000 refugees, but on the island managed by fully intelligent technology, there was no chaos, and Fantasy Island because of the enchantment arranged by More, the 700-square-kilometer land also ‘disappeared’ from the earth, and everyone who entered Fantasy Island never came out.

Fast forward to June 1941, and the enclosed fantasy island has been closed for nearly 20 years. World War II is also about to break out, but none of this has much to do with More.

On an artificial beach, Moore was lazily lying on a beach chair in beach pants with sun eyes, holding a New York Daily newspaper in his hand, bored to look through it and still came again, looking at the girl lying on the beach sunbathing in front of her, wearing a sexy bikini. ‘Gee’ got up and looked carefully at the moving curve.

He muttered to himself: “This little buttocks, this honey waist, this chest, what an explosion!” “Suck in a snort…” More wiped his saliva and lay down again.

“I’m going to shave ice.” Mohr shouted.

When the bikini girl heard it, she got up and walked to the freezer not far away. Take out the ice cubes and crush them in the ice crusher, pour in the milk juice, put the pulp and insert the straw, and walk towards Moll with too long legs.

Wait for the bikini girl to walk up to Moore, “Young Master, shave the ice.” ”

“Hmm!” Moll answered, took the shaved ice and took a sharp sip from the straw. “Ah! …… Sour! ”

Ethel had a headache looking at this very undersmoking young master, since the island was closed, he had done nothing for more than 20 years, in Mohr’s words, that is, eating and waiting for death. Although Issel enjoyed such a dull life, he looked at Moll every day, a ‘dead body’ who was horizontal 24 hours a day except for eating, and even crossed for more than 20 years… It was an intelligent creature who wanted to bury him.

When Ethel kept complaining about Mohr in her heart, suddenly Mohr stood up like a corpse, this action startled her, and she patted her chest to calm her frightened heart.

The corners of Moore’s mouth twitched as he watched her movements: “I’m not crippled, is it so scary to stand up?” ”

Ethel rolled his eyes: “Young Master, you have been lying like this for more than 20 years, it is scary to know that your body is fine.” ”

He glared at Ethel angrily, “Go change into beautiful clothes and accompany me out.” ”

“Right away.” After saying that, IJssel ran towards the manor behind him. Moore took a suit and leather shoes from home, changed it, flashed into the manor, and said to the empty hall: “Lilys, help me prepare two tickets for the World Expo, help me deliver the tickets to the door, and sponsor the ‘super soldier’ experiment of the US military in the name of the company, and ask to participate in the experiment.” ”

“Sir, your instructions have been notified to the company.” Lilys replied.

Not long after, IJssel changed her clothes and came to the living room, seeing Moll who had been waiting for her for a long time, she naturally walked over and took Mohr’s left arm, and then the two disappeared.

A noisy voice suddenly came, and Moll walked towards the Expo not far away after appearing at the place of people.

When they were about to reach the door, two cars came and stopped not far from the two. A white man in his 40s quickly walked towards the two. The middle-aged white man didn’t know Mohr, but he knew Ethel next to Mohr very well. The president of his fantasy technology company, except for the chairman he has never met, IJssel is the top decision-maker of fantasy technology. Quickly came to the two and carefully handed over the tickets in his hand.

Looking at the sweaty white man, Moll took the ticket and said to Ethel next to him: “Are the people in the company so afraid of you?” In exchange for a roll of my eyes from Ethel. Moll shrugged, and the two walked towards the main hall.

At this time, Howard Stark, the father of future Iron Man, is introducing the maglev concept car to the audience below on an exhibition stand, while Rogers and Bucky, who will become the “Winter Soldier”, are watching from the front row of the audience.

More led Ethel through the crowd to Rogers, and when the demonstration on stage failed, he patted the dachshund version of Rogers that only reached his chest height.

“Uh… You are……? Rogers felt a pat on the shoulder and turned his head to look at the smiling Mohr and ponder whether he had seen the Oriental before.

“Hello, my name is More” you can call me that.

“Hello…” Rogers stretched out his hand a little confused: “Rogers, Steve Rogers, just call me Steve”

“Your friend?” The future winter soldier Bucky next to him saw his friend shaking hands and talking with strange Orientals, and couldn’t help but ask suspiciously.