Utozard

As they walked through the underground animal kingdom, Peter observed the surroundings with curiosity and remarked.

"I see banks, buildings, and even a court,"

However a hint of confusion in his voice. "Although, I haven't established any laws here yet,"

Peter furrowed his brow, clearly perplexed by the situation. Poopoo, on the other hand, simply shrugged and snapped his fingers. Instantly, two rats scurried towards them, each clutching a sheet of paper in their tiny paws. Poopoo glanced at the rodents for a moment before handing the papers to Peter.

As the brown-haired teenager took hold of the sheets, an expression of sheer astonishment washed over his face, rendering it one of the most stupendous looks anyone had ever seen him wear.

[Temporary Lizard Kingdom Constitution.

1- Sing Waka Waka and dance to it, the African version.

2- No stealing in kingdom except if you are handsome.

3- Hunt your own food like you normally do.

4- Praise Peter Parker three times in a day religiously, before sunrise, before the sun sets and when you have seggs.

5- Always greet the other with a 'Heil Peter'.

6- No scamming and no finding loopholes.

:If any above rules are broken, you will be killed and sold in the lizard kingdom as food.]

Peter's gaze lifted slowly, and he fixed his eyes on Mr. Poopoo. The rat smirked mischievously and handed a tangible object into his King's hand. Peter stared at it in amazement for a few moments before a comical smile burst through his lips.

The coin in his hand bore his face on one side and his lizard form on the other. He couldn't help but express his gratitude by patting Mr. Poopoo's head, gently stroking it.

"I appreciate this gesture...," Peter said warmly. "As a former law student, I must admit, the rules you've established seem perfect for the time being. I'll work on crafting a proper constitution for our kingdom later on."

As Mr. Poopoo slowly opened his eyes, a profound sense of wisdom emanated from the little rat, washing over Peter. It was evident that the rat's wisdom had grown significantly since he had become a sorcerer of the mystic arts.

Rumor had it that Mr. Poopoo had even taken four turtles as his disciples.

'I wonder what I should name them ehehehe...' Peter lampooned.

The underground kingdom had been meticulously divided into a total of 69 zones, each akin to districts within a city, and sharing the same uniform size.

However, a distinct feature of this kingdom was the presence of certain zones that held a special status, being off-limits for common lizard-animals to visit.

One of them was Zone-51- a research and development zone.

Mr.Poopoo guided Peter to the most important part of Zone-51. The mouse squeaked but Peter could understand what he was saying due to their telepathic connection.

Before Peter, an expansive area unfolded, where Stark Fabricators worked tirelessly to produce more of their kind. This operation held paramount importance within the kingdom, and the reason was crystal clear – it was the extraordinary ability to fabricate nearly anything that made it so indispensable.

More fabricators meant more tools to fabricate. So why not? Why be a fool and use a single fabricator?

From weapons, to high-tech machines, houses... the most special aspects of the civilization and especially the population boom came due to the fabricator.

The rate at which they were producing lizard potions and animal traps was nothing short of phenomenal, churning them out by the second.

The fabricators were instrumental in crafting powerful drilling equipment for covert underground exploration. They also provided essential gear and suits to ensure the safety and survival of their workers below ground. This was just a glimpse of how these incredible machines lent a hand.

No one above the ground had a single hint of what the fuck was going on under their shoes and homes.

The moment Peter came back from No Way Home, he had instructed Mr.Poopoo to create nanobots and the fabricators were indeed doing that.

The joint efforts of the fabricators and the nanobots had propelled their underground civilization to unprecedented heights of advancement.

It wouldn't be an overstatement to suggest that they now stood on par with the most cutting-edge societies, perhaps even approaching the level of technological prowess seen in Wakanda.

....and all of this happened overnight.

The population, the infrastructure, and the economy - all of it had grown and flourished at an astonishing pace. While they say Rome wasn't built in a day, this underground kingdom had seemingly accomplished just that, and perhaps even faster.

Everywhere Peter looked, magnificent buildings graced the underground landscape, a true paradise for architects.

A breathtaking fusion of architectural styles had been woven together, crafting an enchanting and unique aesthetic that was unparalleled.

A faint smile played on Peter's lips as he looked upon his underground kingdom. The absence of a natural sky posed no issue, as animal scientists in various sectors had collaborated to create an artificial one using the aid of nanobots and fabricators.

Currently, diligent worker animals were applying the finishing touches to this remarkable feat.

The artificial sky resembled something akin to a poster affixed to the ceiling, yet it managed to replicate the natural sky with astounding realism, possibly even surpassing the beauty of the real one.

Furthermore, this innovation held the added advantage of being untainted by the pollution that had marred the sky outside. The artificial sky would look more beautiful than the real thing.

There was even a switch integrated into this artificial sky, allowing it to become transparent at will. This feature permitted those below to catch glimpses of individuals walking on the surface above, adding a captivating dimension to their underground world.

If one would lift their head, they would be able to see humans walking above, and cars driving on the streets. One thing was sure, it would be way easier to see what women hide under their skirts. White panties? Pink panties? Everything.

This was merely one of the inventions. It was a world of innovation. A world where every idea could become a reality with the help of absolute creative liberty.

Mr.Poopoo smiled softly, his gaze was fixed on Peter Parker's smile as he happily looked at his kingdom. Peter turned around, he caught the little mouse red-handed staring, and laughed.

"Don't get emotional Poopoo. This is the beginning... and you know what? I have thought of a name for this country."

Mr.Poopoo tilted his head expectantly and Peter continued.

"This country will be called- Utozard because what I aim to create is a Utopia for all my lizard subjects... and this city will be the capital. It will be called..."

Peter paused as a barrage of memories flooded his mind. In his previous life when his father was on his deathbed, he used to read this holy book recommended to him by his Indian ethnicity doctor.

Bhagavad Gita. His father was very taken by it, Peter had read it a little but was too materialistic back then to become spiritual. He liked to live in ignorance more than in any kind of religious wisdom.

Sometimes the burden of knowledge weighs heavy so Peter was strictly an atheist but his father was influenced by the book heavily.

Peter once heard a story from his father about a supreme man in that book who created a city by asking the Sea God to part the waves, a gateway to heaven itself.

"Neo-Dwarka. That's what this city will be called."

Mr.Poopoo nodded happily. This was the first time his king had given decent names. The rat was very surprised.

Slowly Poopoo's small fingers entangled together, forming a fist.

A hidden fury burned in his eyes, and he glanced at a wanted poster of Mr.Bobo, Poopoo's gaze immediately turned stony... and stormy.

Shaking his head, Mr.Poopoo guided Peter to the bank since the latter was interested in knowing how the economy was working in the kingdom in full detail. There was a lot for Peter to know and discover.

However, right as they were heading there, a small lizard crawled onto Peter's arm. A pleasant surprise formed on Peter's face as he looked at Ms.Speepee.

"My cute rizzard!!!! What do you have for me today?"

The lizard licked her lips and rubbed her soft head against Peter's palm before looking at Peter and kissing it in affection.

The brown-haired teenager glanced at the strip of paper attached to her leg and a creepy smile crept onto his face.

'Heh.'

Taking it into his hand, he enrolled the piece of paper and took a good look at it.

'qwerty123.' Peter smiled shaking his head, he caressed the small lizard in his palm. At that moment, he noticed her struggling to hold a pen as she wrote something on his palm.

'They know. Qween. Spider-Woman.'

A surprised expression crept onto Peter's face. It darkened for a second before turning light from the seriousness. Throwing a glance at Peter spoke.

"It's time."

Mr.Poopoo nodded. A small smirk formed on his rat face. Ms.Speepee tilted her head, a little confused. Peter shook his head at her, laughing as he patted her head and spoke.

"It's time for taking over S.H.I.E.L.D., Shadow Money Gang will soon be the new S.H.I.E.L.D."

Mr.Poopoo nodded by the side. At that moment an idea struck Peter, he smiled amused as he proposed.

"Widen recruitment. Stop at One Million. We will soon be going to war. A silent war with three parties S.H.I.E.L.D., the Underworld and the general masses."

Peter paused, he then looked Poopoo in the eye and continued.

"Tell the research and development sector to create two kinds of drugs. I will personally give my input and help. One that stops all drug addictions and another that shows one heaven, letting them experience bliss like never before. We cook, we supply, we create demand, then we turn it into a need, then we supply more and if we feel guilty, we heal. Understood?"

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I'm sorry y'all for not updating. My Uni recently begun and I have been on vacation for so long that it's taking me time to adjust to my new routine. It gets very tiring at times. Thank-you for understanding and I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Loop