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Both Tony and Zeta remained on Mars for one Earth day. For some reason, Tony didn't think it'd be a good idea to bring entertainment with him when going on a trip to another planet, so he mostly laid around, annoying Zeta whenever he could.

In the meantime, Zeta opened his luggage to reveal... soil. Yep, Zeta brought some dirt to Mars. This was for the sole purpose of eventually being able to breathe without space suits and such. Although this is mostly for the troops he'd be building eventually.

He could turn into a different race in order to breathe in space, but his sub-ordinates cannot. Therefore, he started a little plantation. Of course, the system couldn't help but chime in.

[Notice!

Description: Complete the oxygen creator without having to wait.

Cost: 50points]

Now, Zeta didn't know what 'complete the oxygen creator' meant. Did it mean only one tree would grow? Or the whole farm?

[The whole farm.] The system answered.

Well, there goes that mystery.

Anyway, after a full 24 hours, Zeta's balance went from '180' to '200' as a result of the miner and refinery. Of course, he also built the factory in order to further optimize point production.

He set the factory up so that the refinery would directly feed into it. All in all, the three buildings now looked like one, there was very little space in between them.

[Please choose a product to produce.] The system asked Zeta and pulled up the holographic board.

To his surprise, the shop was opened up in front of him.

[New Forms

Weapons

Attachments

Armor

Consumables

Blueprints

Troops

Misc]

In order to test it, he chose [New Forms] and pressed on [Emperor of Man-Kind]. To his surprise, there wasn't a price tag on it. Instead, there was time.

[100,000 days]

Was how long it'd take in order to become the emperor. 274 years in order to become perhaps the strongest being in existence. The factory would be better put to use making points.

[50 points/day]

There was the option to have the factory produce more miners and such, meaning that he'd be producing 5points more every day. However, as seen previously with the encounter with Jean Grey, he needed a good chunk of points on hand at all times.

"Ok, let's leave." Zeta told Tony.

"Yeah sure, after a full day of not explaining what the fuck any of this is, let's just leave." Tony sarcastically complained.

"It's my ship now. I'm leaving with or without you." Zeta spoke.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going." He sighed.

During the day they waited, Zeta returned to the ship and flew it just outside of his new private base. One hill dedicated to production and creation, the other dedicated for everything else he's need. And if he doesn't have enough space? Go further down.

The 2-day trip back wasn't riveting in the slightest. Tony made for perhaps the worst conversationalist. He was a self-centered billionaire that only spoke in the language 'sarcasm'. It was a wonder how Pepper actually married this guy.

At least Zeta hid his true nature.

The both of them soon landed back on Earth. Breaking through the atmosphere most certainly made for the rockiest part of the journey, it certainly made Tony grip on for dear life.

Zeta's new spaceship landed back on the Avenger's tower, where they had originally departed from. As soon as they landed, the rest of the Avenger's spilled out onto the landing platform like ants.

Both Tony and Zeta emerged from the doors of the spaceship. Zeta looked no different from when they had left Earth, the only change was the fact that he smelt somewhat bad. Tony, on the other hand, looked like he had been thrown into a meat grinder. His hair was disheveled, his eyes had black bags bordering them and he smelt even worse than Zeta did.

For a bored man, Tony didn't sleep much. Mostly because he didn't have long in space, and wanted to take it in as much as possible, even if he was hopelessly bored.

"Jesus, what the fuck happened to Tony?" Clint asked.

"Language." America's Ass spoke.

"I may have neglected the fact that I needed to shower while in space..." Tony scratched his greasy hair.

"Dumbass." Clint cussed.

"Why does he look fine then?" Steve asked.

"Don't ask me. I have no fucking clue about anything that happened there. I'm taking a shower and going to sleep." Stark blew off his friends and walked in through the doors.

"What did you do?" Natasha asked Zeta.

"He'll probably tell you all tomorrow. Remember what I said, make sure you're the one monitoring me." He smirked.

"Like I said last time, I'll see what I can do." She replied as she watched Zeta walk out of the Avenger Tower, ignoring any other questions directed towards him on the way out.

And sure enough, once he was out of the building, Nick Fury himself ordered a meeting.

"Anybody wanna fill me in on why Tony has been gone for almost a week, and comes back in a fucking spaceship with somebody I can't get any info on?" He yelled and slammed the table.

"Natasha is the one who asked me to build it. She probably knows who the guy is best." Tony snitched.

"Explain yourself." Fury demanded.

"Give me a second." She spoke and looked down to her phone, quickly sending a text.

"Can I tell them about the deal? You already know that they're onto you." She messaged.

"Whatever." Zeta replied.

"Ok then. I know more than any of you, but I still don't have much to go off of. Most of the info I have can't even be confirmed. So, take a seat everyone." Natasha spoke.

It took a while to explain what Zeta claimed to be his origins as well as the deal they made. Along the way, she also justified her decisions, such as 'why made the deal?' and 'why not break it?'. All of that, combined with the constant questions she got made for a long meeting.

"Despite how fucking annoying that is... I can't blame you. You were cautious, and it paid off. I'm not even going to bother trying to search for the bitch he's working with." Fury massaged the bridge of his nose.

"Hey." Clint nudged Steve. "He said a bad word." He chuckled. It earned a sigh from Steve.

"We can't leave a potential threat like this unsupervised. I have no fucking clue what bullshit alien tech he has, so normal tech will probably just get us caught." He pondered. "Natasha, you said you were able to speak with him semi-privately?" He questioned.

"Yes, sir. At the penthouse." Natasha replied.

"That indicates some level of trust. You're in charge of keeping an eye on the alien fucker. Gradually introduce more and more ways to monitor him, even if he catches the first attempt, we'll get a better idea of his capabilities." Fury ordered. Natasha nodded.

"Dismissed!"

Zeta made his way back to Felicia's apartment. He opened the door to find that she wasn't in the living room or kitchen which is where she'd usually hang out. He then opened the door to her room to find Felicia in sexy underwear sipping a glass of wine, seeming completely out of it.

As soon as she heard the door, she seemed to leap from the bed and onto Zeta and instantly started feeling him all over and sniffing him.

'What the fuck? I didn't expect her to be this clingy.' He had to question what he was seeing.

[Of course, the system made alterations. It was determined that your mate was too flirty and the risk of her cheating was 00.00000000001% rather than 0%. Now, you can enjoy her without worry!] The system advertised.

'Then fucking go back! If she cheats on me, then I'll simply drop the charade of liking her and use a daemon in order to brainwash her. Plus, even if she cheats, the guy she cheats on will be sent to Slaanesh anyway.' Zeta reasoned.

[The host doesn't care about being cucked?] The system asked.

'You already said that the chances of her cheating were the same as Dream's 'legit' speedrun. Just revert the changes.' He complained.

[Understood. From now on, the system will not alter your mates' personalities.] It informed.

All of a sudden, the cute Felicia that was sniffing every band of sweat that his pores produced seemed to snap out of something.

"That was fucking weird." She commented.

"What was?" He asked.

"No matter how much I love the smell of you, I never thought you leaving for so long would make me so horny." She smiled and pushed him onto the bed, straddling him.

"I was gone for 5 days." He reasoned.

"5 days too much. Do you realize how boring watching T.V. or browsing YouTube is without you?" She asked while planting her head in the crook of his neck, breathing on his ear.

"I can't say I do." He replied while grabbing her thighs and helping her into a more comfortable position.

"It's torturous. I couldn't even finger myself while watching porn without thinking about you!" She complained.

"Well, I'm here now. You can finger yourself as much as you want. And we can make as much porn as you want." Zeta smiled.

"I'll take you up on that offer... after we have a shower."