Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

"The harm caused by an ordinary dynasty only affects its people."

"But what about Terra? A dynasty founded by gods, if it were to unify all of human civilization, then if it made a single wrong decision, the price might be everyone."

This is what Nick Fury is most worried about.

In his view, desire and time can easily corrupt a person, and even the most wise and intelligent ruler can fall into depravity.

The most terrifying thing is if this corrupt ruler were to rule the entire Earth.

Whether it's launching a war against foreign powers or for other reasons, the resulting disaster will be irreversible.

Therefore, what Nick Fury needs is a balance of power.

He doesn't want Terra to be unified; he just wants to maintain the current situation.

Terra became the most natural sanctuary on Earth, a supreme paradise in people's hearts.

If any supernatural crisis occurs in other countries, Terra can send warriors from the three major chapters to resolve it.

That emperor could become a saint, but he could never become the ruler of mankind.

There must be a way out and checks and balances.

The United States may not be perfect, and Nick Fury doesn't need it to be. He only needs to use American resources and power to create a force capable of countering any threat.

This threat also includes the Terran Empire and that emperor.

Hill silently processed Director Fury's words, remaining outwardly calm, but secretly sensing that something was amiss.

She could sense that there was something logically correct in what she was saying.

Don't put all your hopes on one thing.

But could that emperor really fall into depravity because of time and desire?

Is it correct to use human cognitive perspectives to speculate about the thinking of that dimension?

Hill didn't know.

There was no need for her to know anything more. She knew one thing: she was just doing her job. She was a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, and all she had to do was follow orders.

If Terra achieves unification, there's no way that an ordinary person like Hill could stop it.

Even Chief Nick Fury couldn't do it.

As for that so-called Avenger, Hill could only wish it good luck.

Still fighting against Terra?

Hill couldn't fathom how the Avengers could possibly win with that setup.

I'm afraid any Astartes could easily take them down with a single punch.

Hill kept his thoughts well hidden.

However, Nick Fury was able to sense, or rather, he had sensed, that everyone within S.H.I.E.L.D. had a considerable fondness for Terra.

There was no vigilance, no rejection.

This is a very dangerous sign.

Could Nick Fury not sense what Coulson, Clint, Melina, and other top S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were thinking?

But what can he do even if he finds out?

Nick Fury is unable to correct this mindset.

Terra's external publicity campaign was so effective that it won the hearts of most people in the world.

A philosophy of justice, a benevolent emperor, a well-functioning management team, and strong execution and management capabilities.

From basic infrastructure development to the treatment of ordinary citizens, there is no sense of security regarding war.

This is the most beautiful divine kingdom in people's hearts.

It is heaven.

Who wouldn't yearn for that?

If Nick Fury weren't the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he might also aspire to that position.

So Nick Fury was powerless; he had no ability to stop it all.

It's precisely because Terra is too perfect, so perfect that it feels unreal to him, that Nick Fury wants to build a team that can rival Terra.

That was a way out he left for all of humanity.

Chapter 336 Terra, Where the Hearts of the People Resist (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

No one cared about Nick Fury's thoughts.

Terra wouldn't care either.

Immersed in the triumphant celebration, everyone's attention was focused on the Plaza de la Glory.

Time passed little by little, but none of the people in Novigler lost their passion with the passage of time.

On the contrary, they will only become more expectant.

"Dad, when will our hero appear?"

"It'll be here soon, darling, are you excited?"

"Of course I'm looking forward to it. My favorite thing is Astartes, and I want to become a great Astartes when I grow up."

"Haha, okay, Dad supports you, but you have to study hard before you can apply."

"Hehe, I will definitely work hard."

On a street not far from the Plaza de la Honor, a father and son were having a heartwarming conversation among the crowd outside the police cordon.

A child who looked no more than six or seven years old sat on his father's shoulders, waving a small flag in his hand, his little face flushed with excitement and the atmosphere.

With a round face full of anticipation, he told his father his ambitions in a childish voice.

Every child of Terra aspires to be an Astartes, a Raven, or a Grey Knight.

These children may not be very old, but they have experienced the dark history of Sokovia and the mutants.

They are far more mature than their peers, and understand who changed their and their families' destinies.

In their young minds, the Emperor, Terra, and the three major chapters were imprinted.

Gratitude and loyalty have long been nurtured in the hearts of these children.

They will become Terra's most devoted followers in the future.

They will also become the pillars and hope of a new era of human civilization.

Coulson stood aside, listening silently to the lively discussion around him, and naturally overheard the conversation between the father and son. A feeling he couldn't quite describe welled up inside him.

Is it longing? Or envy?

Perhaps both.

Coulson has never been a person who is dominated by emotions, whether it is his own or those of the people around him.

He is a secret agent, a top-notch, battle-hardened agent.

Especially in terms of psychological development, it is of world-class standard.

However, even at this moment, he was still affected by the atmosphere here.

He didn't see any superfluous emotions here; it was a very healthy, upward vitality. He didn't see any numbness in people.

There is no sign of people questioning the government, no sign of fear of the police, and no sign of worries about life.

Only positive and enthusiastic.

Everyone is like a shining object, trying their best to release their own light, gathering together to form a huge, radiant object.

It burns like the sun, a flame representing life.

Coulson liked this atmosphere.

Just as Coulson was feeling a mix of emotions, he heard a lively and crisp voice.

"Wow, Carrie, this place is so beautiful, much better than New York."

"Carrie, come here quickly, someone gave us a seat. Thank you, handsome uncle, hehe."

"Don't go any further, Gwen, if you push any further we'll feel like we're going to get out."

"No, this is the best view. I want to see the Raven Warriors with my own eyes. I love them the most."

"Gwencarrie, don't wander off, there are too many people here."

"Dad, Mom, and Uncle Finley, come quick!"

Coulson instinctively turned his head and looked over. Not far away, a few people squeezed to the front of the crowd. When the people around saw the two young and beautiful girls holding hands at the front, they instinctively gave them a friendly smile and made way for them.

The girls were also very polite in thanking the older men around them.

Behind the two girls were three people: a middle-aged couple and a rather stylish Black man in a jacket and T-shirt.

Coulson recognized him at a glance.

He had looked through the S.H.I.E.L.D. files.

George Stacy, Commissioner of the New York Police Department; Oscar Finley, New York Police Department.

The woman George is embracing is his wife, Helen.

That young, lively blonde girl must be Gwen Stacy, the daughter of George and Helen.

As for the other Coulson, I don't know him.

They must be Gwen's friend.

I never expected to meet you here.

Are you here for tourism?

Coulson thought to himself.

"It's so lively here!" Gwen leaned against the railing in front of her, excitedly turning her head to look around.

Carrie's delicate face was flushed with excitement.

Unlike Gwen, she was happy and proud of her brother.

This is the empire created by his brother Matthew.

Carrie had long considered herself a Terran.

As for his American citizenship?

What was that? Carrie had subconsciously forgotten that she was just a Terran student studying in New York.

"It's really lively today! Wow, how many people are gathered here? Is it more than three million?"

Behind Gwen is her mother, Helen, who is wearing a slightly fashionable floral dress and a round hat, with sunglasses hanging on her collar, making her look much younger.

She followed her daughter's gaze and looked around, sighing with emotion.

"It should be more than that, at least over five million people. Don't forget there are still quite a few people up there." George looked up at the crisscrossing airborne maglev glass tunnels above. Although they were suspended in mid-air, they didn't feel crowded or obstruct the view.

George praised Terra's management for their thoughtful planning in urban development.

Having grown accustomed to big cities like New York, he fell in love with Novigler after a recent trip there with his family and Finley.

The combination of nature and technology, the well-planned street layout, and the fresh air made him look several years younger in just a few days.

My insomnia problem is gone.

I can fall asleep in no time after lying in bed and sleep soundly until dawn, forgetting all my work troubles.

This is extremely rare.

If it weren't for his home in New York, George would feel that settling here would be quite nice.

I really hope that after he gets older and leaves office, Terra will be able to open up residency rights, so that he can spend his later years here with his wife Helen.