Aron arrived at the top of the Kingdom of Atlantis.
The aura of power belonging to the level of a single universe naturally spread through the water.
That power caused panic among the citizens of Atlantis, who fearfully sought refuge.
Aron calmly looked around.
He said to Morgan, calmly:
"Wait. Those two unlucky kids will be here soon."
However, a lot of time passed.
Namor didn't show up.
Instead, Atlantis looked like a blackout, the lights began to turn off one by one.
The once lively streets under the sea became deserted, and people who had been floating in the sea returned to their homes in search of safety.
Namor didn't appear, so Aron touched his chin.
"Hmm… since when did Namor become this reserved?"
Then he spread his consciousness and covered all of Atlantis.
It turned out there was no one left there!
It was a real blunder.
He opened a portal and took Morgan through it.
He probably already knew where Namor was now.
But what he didn't know was that due to the immense energy he released, rumors began to spread among the citizens of Atlantis, that the sea demon god was about to awaken.
...
Avengers Headquarters
When Aron came out of the portal, the scene before his eyes confused him.
He saw the Namor from the main universe and the Namor from Universe 838 squatting beside Tony Stark, patting him on the shoulder to comfort him.
On the side, numerous Avengers heroes whispered and pointed in their direction.
Tony was kneeling on the ground, his face full of despair.
Aron frowned, walked up to Captain America, and quietly asked:
"What happened here?"
"Nothing special… just a phone call, and that was it."
At those words, Morgan's knees buckled.
"Phone?"
Morgan unconsciously took a step back.
Aron immediately grew suspicious.
"Impossible… wasn't it left by Pepper?"
He sighed deeply.
"Tony… even though you're conceited, arrogant, and petty, almost like me and although you enjoy dismantling your own suits to expose your colleagues' weaknesses, you're still a good friend."
Aron approached Tony, pushed aside the 838 Namor, and patted him on the shoulder.
"Don't be sad. You have me, don't you?"
"If needed, I'll take you to a parallel universe to find another one. You have to believe that your brother Aron can do that."
Tony sensed his presence, and suddenly grabbed his shoulders tightly, shaking him in despair.
"Where is my daughter!? Where is my daughter!?"
Aron was taken aback.
"Your… daughter?"
From the side, the Namor from Universe 838 whispered:
"He's talking about Morgan."
"Oh…"
A smile appeared on Aron's face.
Now he understood everything, Tony made the same mistake as movie Wanda.
The search for family, of course.
"So, you claim she's your daughter? Then I'll say she's my thirteenth aunt."
Aron slipped out of Tony's grip like a slippery eel.
Without a suit, Tony was helpless.
Even if Hulk grabbed him, Aron would have a thousand ways to escape.
"Alright, let's get introduced. This is Morgan Stark."
"Hi… hello."
Morgan Stark stood aside, her cheeks blushing from discomfort.
Tony almost choked from the shock.
"You… you're my daughter!"
"No, I'm not. I'm the daughter of Iron Man from Universe 838."
Morgan answered calmly.
"But I'm Iron Man!"
"You're Iron Man from this universe."
Morgan had no intention of unexplainably recognizing a stranger as her father because of some parallel world theory.
"But you're the daughter of Iron Man!"
"Yes."
"And I'm Iron Man!"
"But I'm the daughter of Iron Man from Universe 838!"
While the two of them argued, Aron walked away and left the situation to them.
The two Namors stepped in front of him.
"Mr. Aron, we would like to speak with you."
The Namor from the main universe said seriously, while his counterpart from Universe 838 supported him.
Aron looked at them suspiciously.
The Namor from 838 suddenly began:
"Oh, great Aron! You are my beacon in the dark, the wind that propels my sails, the light that shows me the way, the father of my rebirth—"
"Stop! What nonsense is this?" Aron interrupted him.
"Speak clearly, what is this about?"
The Namor from 838 smiled awkwardly, trying to look humble.
"Mr. Aron… I want to ask for your help. Please, allow me to stay."
Aron smiled and nodded.
"I've always been open‑minded and generous, with a stomach big enough to swallow an aircraft carrier!"
He turned toward the other Avengers heroes who were watching from a distance.
"If you don't believe me, ask them."
They all immediately pretended to be busy, only Winter Soldier remained silent.
Captain America quickly grabbed his head and nodded vigorously in agreement.
The Namor from the main universe looked at his counterpart and sighed:
"I told you, Lord Aron doesn't like nonsense! Speak plainly!"
Aron looked at both of them:
"So, what is it?"
The Namor from Universe 838 finally said seriously:
"The Kingdom of Atlantis in my universe no longer exists. M‑Wanda destroyed everything, and the nobles were slaughtered. I can't rebuild the kingdom."
Aron nodded in understanding.
In that universe, after Wanda's catastrophe, all people lost their powers. Only Tony, who had reached nearly god‑like level through science and technology, remained the exception.
If this Namor returned to Universe 838, he could cause new chaos.
"That's why I want to stay here… and take over Atlantis in this universe."
Aron raised an eyebrow.
"Excuse me?"
He turned to the main Namor: "Was this your idea?"
The Namor from the main universe looked at him seriously:
"My goal is the ocean of stars, I want to become a man who rules the stars. You understand me?"
Aron was silent for a moment, thinking.
A man who rules the stars? Doesn't that mean, one who lives off someone else's fame?
He smiled thoughtfully and shook his head.
Such thoughts weren't good.
Wanda's current power already exceeded normal limits.
It wouldn't be good if he ended up as someone who relied on others' strength.
Aron shook off those thoughts and looked at both Namors, who now looked like students waiting for a verdict.
"Of course you can stay," he said calmly. "I'm not the devil."
"But, Namor from Universe 838, you'll have to help me with one task."
"Of course! Just tell me!"
"I left something with a friend, go and fetch it. His name is Quaggs. Don't worry, they're very friendly."