MASTER OF MARVEL WORLD

Chapter 9: Chaldea.



"Chaldea."

The single word hung in the air like a challenge—a name that had now surfaced for the second time. The first time, Nick Fury had heard it from Agent Colson. Now, however, more detailed information was being revealed. The name was coupled with a bold declaration: "Human Security Protection Agency!"

Fury's one good eye narrowed skeptically. "If you've been out there protecting the world, then why on Earth have I never heard of you?" he demanded. Fury was not one to take such claims at face value. "S.H.I.E.L.D. maintains the most comprehensive database of everything humanity has encountered. If something's out there, we've got records."

"Because, in most cases, we're merely observing," replied Nate calmly, his voice steady as he stood atop the ramp of his Mirage Tower mecha. With a casual sweep of his hand, Nate patted the massive chassis behind him. In an instant, as if by magic, the colossal mecha shimmered and vanished into thin air—leaving behind nothing but a trace of residual energy.

"What exactly are you observing?" Fury's deep voice resonated through the secure comms. His tone was laced with suspicion as he tried to grasp the full scope of what he was hearing.

"Anyhow, the methods we employ aren't trivial," Nate explained. "A mecha of that size and capability—like the one you just saw—requires resources far beyond the norm." He paused for a moment, carefully choosing his next words. "'Observe you,'" he said, "I mean that our purpose with Chaldea is not to intervene in every human conflict. Our mission is to secure the long and robust continuation of human history. We have no interest in meddling in your internal struggles or in policing world peace—after all, war has always been an intrinsic part of human existence. Earth is defended by numerous guardians, so most of what we do is simply observed and recorded."

"A lot of guardians?" Fury interrupted, the single glint in his eye intensifying as he caught the implication in Nate's measured words.

"Exactly," Nate continued. "For instance, the Asgard Protoss shields this world from alien invasions, while a cadre of reclusive mages combats dark creatures from other dimensions. Frankly speaking, S.H.I.E.L.D. is an organization that protects Earth—though, in my opinion, one of the least effective at it." Nate's tone grew slightly dismissive as he sought to wrap up the subject.

Fury wasn't finished. "What about you?" he pressed, his voice low and deliberate. "If all you do is observe, why make an appearance now? And why reveal yourself so brazenly? Deploying a giant mecha in broad daylight on a New York street is hardly the behavior of a secret organization."

Nate's eyes narrowed just a fraction. "We…" he began, then paused. "Are you absolutely sure you want to know?"

"Of course," Fury replied, his tone unyielding.

Taking a slow breath, Nate elaborated. "Our prophet predicted a catastrophic disaster—a calamity so vast that our usual guardians would be powerless. In light of that, we were forced to intervene directly. I'm not talking about meddling in petty disputes; I'm saying that sometimes you have to step in when the stakes are life and death. And, well… enough with the clichés."

Nate then shifted his attention, gesturing toward Tony Stark, who stood nearby with his characteristic mix of cockiness and curiosity. "Hey, Tony," Nate said, "let's discuss something. How about you secure us a few rooms in your villa, and in return, I'll let you study my mecha. I guarantee you won't find another defensive weapon like it anywhere else."

Tony's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're really offering me the chance to examine your mecha? Are you serious?"

"Of course," Nate replied with a wry smile. "But be careful—treat it gently. It's the only defense I've brought along." Then, almost offhandedly, he added, "And by the way, I have some good news. According to our prophet's vision, there's an important scene in your future—and it looks like I might even attend your wedding. So, you'd better step up your game."

Tony nearly choked on his words. "Me? Getting married? I must be on the brink of a miracle if that's in the forecast."

"Just tell me if you're in or not," Nate said, shrugging nonchalantly.

After a pause, Tony conceded. "Deal. I do need a state-of-the-art defensive force field, and your mecha seems to run on anti-gravity technology instead of simple jets. If what you're saying is true, then you certainly won't die easily—and that makes me all the more curious about your tech."

At that moment, Fury's attention shifted. He silently retrieved a bound Hydra operative from a nearby containment unit, then turned and walked away without another word. "Chief?" Agent Colson called after him, but Fury had already moved on.

"We need to investigate further," Fury's gruff voice came over the comms. "If Hydra hasn't been fully eliminated, then nothing will be simple from here on out."

Unperturbed by Fury's departure, Nate turned back to Tony and Quinn. With a broad grin, he pulled Quinn aside as he began selecting a room in the sprawling complex that Tony had graciously provided. "I have to say, Tony's villa is enormous—the internal facilities are beyond luxurious. It has everything you could imagine, from state-of-the-art tech to sprawling recreational areas. It's almost overwhelming."

Meanwhile, Tony, ever the hands-on tinkerer, led the way toward his private laboratory to further examine the mysterious mecha. As they moved through the opulent corridors, Quinn's voice resonated in Nate's mind: "I don't plan on staying here for long."

"Really? Are you thinking of heading back?" Nate asked, a trace of disappointment in his tone.

"Not really," Quinn replied shortly. "It looks safe enough here, and you know you can call me anytime you run into trouble." Quinn had been worried about Nate's safety earlier, but now it seemed the situation was under control. Even though Quinn possessed the power to traverse time if needed, he wasn't eager to leave the comfort of home.

Nate nodded thoughtfully before a sudden idea struck him. "Wait a minute—I just saw a complete set of equipment for making coffee pudding in the kitchen. I'm going to whip up a batch for you to take back with you."

"You still make coffee pudding?" Quinn asked, genuinely surprised.

"Absolutely," Nate replied, a hint of pride in his voice. "I've developed quite a knack for it. I wasn't fond of going out much during my working days, so I cultivated this little hobby as a reward for myself. By the way, in your world, where are we in terms of the plot?"

"Plot… Are there really plots in these offbeat comics?" Quinn replied with a curious smirk.

"Of course there are," Nate said, retrieving a fresh strawberry from the refrigerator. "Tell me—do you still drink that strawberry milkshake that Zhaoqiao Xinmei used to rave about?"

Quinn's expression morphed into one of puzzled amusement. "???"

Nate chuckled softly. "Seems like the extra plot hasn't arrived just yet. So, have you managed to snag a public hug from Teruqiao Xinmei—or even a princess hug?"

Quinn was left utterly speechless. In Nate's mind, all these quirky details were as true as the facts of his own existence.

"Do you only remember these trivialities?" Quinn finally asked.

"Haha, I'm a die-hard Qi Zhaodang," Nate declared with a mischievous smile as he resumed his coffee pudding preparations. "Those self-guided girls and even the slightly narcissistic ones? They're super cute, don't you think?"

"...You know my situation—love isn't really for me," Quinn replied, shaking his head with a resigned sigh.

"Don't be ridiculous," Nate suddenly interrupted, turning around and giving Quinn a gentle pat on the shoulder with a more serious tone. "Haven't you always cherished the simple, ordinary things? High school sweethearts, family, friends—these are the everyday joys that most people take for granted. Or is it that, as some have speculated, your true affection lies with Shun Hai Teng as a second choice?"

"No, please let me firmly deny that," Quinn stammered, his cheeks reddening in mild embarrassment.

"That's not it," Nate continued, turning back to the counter to finish making the pudding. "One day, you'll master your abilities completely—and until then, you need to appreciate the simple pleasures of being ordinary."

The conversation drifted amid the clatter of dishes and the soft hum of the kitchen's refrigerator. Outside, the tension of the earlier confrontation still lingered, but inside Tony's sprawling villa, there was a moment of unexpected camaraderie. Nate's mind wandered briefly to the implications of all they had discussed. Chaldea—an organization dedicated not to intervening in every conflict but merely observing the ebb and flow of human history—was a concept that both intrigued and confounded him. It suggested that there were layers to the world that even S.H.I.E.L.D. had not fully uncovered.

As he carefully stirred the coffee pudding, Nate's thoughts drifted to the prophecy that had forced him and his allies into action. A disaster loomed, one so immense that even the guardians—be they the Asgard Protoss or the enigmatic mages—might prove powerless. That was why Chaldea had chosen to step out of the shadows and make their presence known. And yet, in doing so, they had attracted the scrutiny of powerful figures like Fury, who demanded answers.

Tony's earlier offer to study Nate's mecha had now taken on an added layer of significance. It wasn't just about technology—it was about understanding the very nature of power and the hidden forces that shaped the world. If Tony could learn from Nate's defenses, perhaps he could integrate some of that cutting-edge anti-gravity technology into his own arsenal. In a world teetering on the edge of chaos, every advantage counted.

Meanwhile, Agent Fury and Colson had already begun their own investigations into the lingering threat of Hydra. Fury's mind was abuzz with possibilities. "If Hydra isn't dead yet," he mused quietly as he walked away from the villa, "then everything we know about the world might be about to change." His words were grave, laced with the foreboding certainty of someone who had seen too many secrets come to light.

Back inside, as Nate plated a generous serving of coffee pudding, he couldn't help but smile at the absurdity of it all. In the midst of epic battles, clandestine organizations, and prophetic warnings, here he was—making dessert. It was a strange juxtaposition, one that somehow encapsulated the bizarre nature of his journey: a superpowered being caught between worlds, tasked with monumental responsibilities yet still able to find solace in simple pleasures.

"Alright, Quinn," Nate said, handing over a steaming bowl of pudding, "consider this my gift. And remember, even if you feel like an outsider, don't forget that the ordinary life—love, friendship, and those everyday moments—is something to cherish."

Quinn accepted the pudding with a soft smile. "I appreciate it, Nate. I guess sometimes I do miss the quiet normalcy—even if it seems mundane compared to all this chaos."

As the conversation wound down, the villa's opulent surroundings provided a stark contrast to the devastation outside. The luxurious halls, expansive gardens, and state-of-the-art security systems reminded them that even amidst turmoil, there were bastions of stability. Tony's villa was more than just a hideout; it was a symbol of resilience—a safe haven where heroes could regroup, reflect, and prepare for the challenges that lay ahead.

Nate gazed out a panoramic window at the city beyond. "This is our world now," he murmured. "A world where extraordinary forces, secret organizations, and ancient prophecies collide with everyday life. And while we might be merely observers at times, we also have the power to change the course of history."

In that quiet moment, as the last of the coffee pudding's aroma mingled with the soft hum of the villa's air conditioning, Nate felt a spark of something long forgotten—hope. Not the overwhelming, emotionless state of his superpowers, but a fragile, human hope that perhaps, amid all the chaos, there was a chance for a better future.

"Remember, Quinn," he added softly, "even if we're burdened with powers and prophecies, it's the ordinary moments that make life worth fighting for."

Quinn's voice echoed in Nate's mind as he savored the quiet reprieve. "I won't forget, Nate."

And so, in the heart of a luxurious American villa, amidst conversations about mecha, hidden organizations, and the looming threat of Hydra, a new understanding began to take shape. Nate Locke—superpowered, yet deeply human—stood at the crossroads of destiny and desire, determined to protect the fragile tapestry of life while cherishing the simple joys that made it all worthwhile.


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