Marvel: The Ultimate Superman-Chapter 228 - 227. The Path to Godhood

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Nolan reached forward with his soul-form arms, stretching out gently, touching the pulsing core of the Psionic Dimension.

Instantly, a crushing force slammed into him.

It felt like the dimension itself was trying to eject him, to obliterate his very soul and spit him out like an unwelcome virus.

Still, he persevered.

"In the name of the Vishanti... with their power, through my soul, I claim this mark..."

The chant echoed through the dimension. This was the longest spell Nolan had ever attempted an ancient invocation to imprint his soul onto the heart of an unclaimed realm.

He had learned early on that incantations were often just tools to support the caster’s innate willpower and focus. But in this case, he needed every bit of help he could get.

This wasn’t just any spell. This was soul magic.

The moment his chant finished, he felt his essence make full contact with the core.

The pressure doubled. Then tripled.

Nolan’s vision fractured.

With a sharp pain shooting through his mind, his soul was violently ejected.

The next moment, he opened his eyes.

Back in the hotel room.

Dim light filtered in through the curtains. Wanda still slept beside him, her breathing calm and deep.

To any outsider, it would look like nothing had happened.

But Nolan could feel it.

Something had changed.

He focused.

A flicker of golden energy appeared before him shifting, pliable, reacting to his thoughts.

Psionic energy. The real thing. Direct from the source.

He’d done it.

Even if it was only a tiny piece, Nolan had succeeded in imprinting part of his soul onto the Psionic Dimension. That was all it took to access it freely and to channel its power.

It might not yet rival what the Invisible Woman could do instinctively with her mutated DNA, but it was different.

This wasn’t about genetics.

This was about ownership.

Imagine the Psionic Dimension as a vast mine. Most wielders like Sue Storm had a key genetic switch that allowed limited access. They could open the gates and tap into it... But they didn’t own it.

Now?

Nolan had a stake in the mine.

A tiny one but enough to make a difference.

Enough to lend the power to someone else.

Enough to suppress or even cut off another’s access.

Like Dormammu.

Like the Vishanti.

Nolan smiled faintly. "So this is the path."

A new road had revealed itself. One he had carved with his own hands.

His body would evolve through self-directed mutation.

His soul would ascend through dimensional dominion.

This was his answer.

He’d been seeking a path to reach Skyfather-level the rank of cosmic beings like Odin or the Ancient One. And for the first time, he saw how to get there.

He had once asked the Ancient One for guidance. Her reply?

"Every Skyfather finds their own Path. You’ll need at least the blueprint of your ascension."

For Odin, it was the divine path rooted in godhood and powered by the World Tree.

For the Ancient One, it was mastery of magic and the patronage of the Vishanti.

Both were external systems.

Nolan didn’t want that.

If he became a Skyfather only through the Vishanti’s power, he’d always be their tool.

And worse he might never reach Multiversal levels on his own.

No. His ascension had to be his own.

Now he had both components:

Physical evolution through continuous genetic advancement.

Soul evolution through dimensional mastery.

If he pushed both to their limits, perhaps... just perhaps... that would be enough to reach Skyfather status independently.

A soft groan pulled him from his thoughts.

Wanda stirred beside him, her eyes fluttering open. "What’s got you so happy this early?" she mumbled.

"I think... I figured out how to reach Skyfather level," Nolan said, still staring upward.

She blinked, still groggy. "Huh? Just like that?"

She remembered what he’d told her before about how rare and powerful Skyfathers were. How casually they could crush entire planets if they chose to.

And now, just hours after they’d...

Her face flushed slightly. "You mean... after last night you suddenly figured it out?"

Nolan chuckled. "Not because of that, no. I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I just found the right thread to follow."

"Okay... good for you," she murmured, nuzzling into his shoulder. "I’m going back to sleep."

Nolan stroked her hair, then fell into thought again.

His mind drifted briefly what if I absorbed the dimension of Chthon himself?

No... not yet. That was a rabbit hole he wasn’t ready to fall down.

He pushed the idea away and allowed himself to finally rest truly rest for the first time in weeks.

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The next morning, Nolan awoke to the sound of Wanda humming softly as she straightened her clothes.

She was already preparing to head out. No awkwardness, no guilt.

For Americans, that kind of chemistry where the connection clicked and things just happened wasn’t uncommon.

Still, this was different.

Wanda had never truly been intimate with anyone. Not emotionally. Not physically.

She had spent most of her early life in captivity, experimented on, feared, and controlled. After escaping, she kept her distance from people. Even those closest to her, like Pietro, were the only ones she could really trust.

Until now.

She turned with a smile and kissed him on the cheek.

"Alright, I’m off to train. Can’t let you get too far ahead, right?"

With a playful flourish, she conjured a glowing red sigil. A rift opened in the air on the other side was her meditation chamber back at the Oscorp compound.

As she vanished, Nolan leaned back and smiled.

And then a thought struck him.

There was still Chthon’s Darkhold.

The legendary tome of forbidden knowledge is filled with the purest forms of dark magic. Wanda had once possessed it. Its spells were older than the rewritten, sanitized magic of Kamar-Taj.

If any form of magic could rival dimensional authority... it was that one.

He’d have to find it.

Maybe the Ancient One knew where it was.

Or maybe... she had hidden it herself.

As Nolan moved to get dressed, his discarded clothes floated up and wrapped around him. His Cloak of Levitation soared in through the open window. He’d left it outside last night he didn’t want any spectral observers.

Even enchanted garments deserved privacy.

He looked at his wrist. Messages from AI lit up his watch display.

The United States had officially launched an investigation into Wakanda.

It had begun.

All because of Vibranium.

Nolan shook his head. "They went to war over oil. What do they think will happen over Vibranium?"

And this wasn’t just a few scraps.

This was a Vibranium mine.

The game was on.

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