Solomon in Marvel

In early comic books, villains invariably had the life goal of ruling the world—a thankless and strenuous endeavor. Setting aside the capitalist society's smear campaign against socialism due to its fear of wealth being restricted, an efficient administrative system requires centralization and autocracy. Democracy is merely a comforting illusion created by a gathered mob.

This outcome had already manifested in Athens, where democracy was born, proving that a system designed solely to appease the masses would ultimately lead to destruction.

Athena's biggest grievance with Solomon was precisely this issue. Socrates' death had utterly disappointed the Goddess of Wisdom in humanity's intelligence. Humans were not rational beings. When put together in a noisy crowd, they achieved nothing. In a democratic society, politicians' ultimate governance goals were votes and political donations, making erratic policy changes a common occurrence.

Once upon a time, Britain had brilliantly devised the civil service system, where administrative officials restrained political officials to ensure policy stability and continuity. Of course, this system also resulted in a bloated and rigid bureaucracy with exorbitant administrative costs. But after Margaret Thatcher weakened the civil service's authority, political officials let loose entirely, enthusiastically adopting the American model.

Even the issue of the "Chief Mouser" infuriated Sir Arnold Robinson—a civil servant cat that could be dismissed at will was a mockery of the bureaucratic system! Politicians were flaunting their authority over civil servants! Damn Margaret Thatcher!

The consequences of democratically elected officials holding administrative power were evident worldwide. Britain barely had any aircraft carriers left that weren't leaking or catching fire. Its nuclear warheads required U.S. approval to launch, and now even its tanks were in jeopardy. Who knew? Maybe one day, 10 Downing Street would have to dig up World War II relics from museums just to stay operational.

From any perspective, whether for power or money, comic book villains had countless alternative methods to choose from. But in the eyes of past comic editors, a villain whose ultimate goal wasn't world domination wasn't a real villain. This led to an amusing consequence—kids who grew up reading comics, even street gang leaders, dreamed of ruling the world.

World domination is a meticulous endeavor that requires extensive preparation. Issues like nationalizing currency printing rights, structuring tax systems, and regulating civilian firearm ownership all demand careful deliberation from any would-be world ruler. This certainly isn't something fools who dream of ruling the world while still hoarding the national currency can comprehend.

Stephanie considered it a great honor to participate in the structuring of this societal system. She was particularly pleased with Solomon's authoritarian views, which aligned perfectly with Hydra's ideology—especially his suggestion of deploying tanks and machine guns to suppress violent protests. The Hydra heiress trembled with excitement at the thought.

After shedding Nazi-era filth and superstition, Hydra's governing philosophy was revitalized. Solomon even recommended that Stephanie read various books she had never encountered during her schooling to refine their system.

Regarding the abolition of capitalist influence and the implementation of equitable education, Stephanie—freed from bourgeois thinking—completely agreed. The so-called "quality education" system was a disaster that pleased no one except teachers' unions and students. Embracing pragmatism, she believed in making full use of resources. However, when Solomon proposed legally standardizing the word for French fries as "Chips" instead of "Fries," it was the first time Stephanie ever disagreed with him.

"Fries, My Lord," Stephanie insisted, holding a thick folder and dressed in a dark gray women's suit. She spoke with an air of superiority. "More people in the world call them 'Fries' than 'Chips.' This terminology could even invite accusations of racial discrimination."

"Then we could reframe it as 'A necessary adjustment in linguistic structuring and standardization to enhance communication efficiency,'" Solomon raised an eyebrow. "You never studied in Britain, but I can tell you—political rhetoric is the art of language. Speaking is not about conveying ideas but about obscuring them and evading responsibility."

"Alright, First-Class Honours graduate," Stephanie rolled her eyes. "So, can my objection to this issue also be rephrased as 'From a linguistic audience perspective, a term subconsciously agreed upon by the public is more likely to improve work efficiency'?"

"For fast-food employees? Yes," Solomon nodded in satisfaction. "You're learning quickly."

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The administrative system's structure was merely the most trivial part of Solomon's grand plan.

After handling the paperwork, Solomon made his way to the forge to continue his unfinished work. The Sisterhood was now one of his most vital forces, and only the finest weapons were worthy of their commanders. Solomon had always regarded Tita, the artificial human, as an extremely diligent worker, which led him to appoint her as the squad leader in charge of combat tactics and logistics.

The Sisterhood trained daily, their speed and strength far exceeding ordinary humans. Thus, Solomon's standards for them were set much higher than those of special forces worldwide.

In the most heavily guarded area of the Immortal City, a secret existed that even Stephanie was unaware of. In a certain bio-laboratory, Maya Hansen and the druids of the Sola Red Lind Order were diligently studying fragments of Solomon's alchemical life secrets. Combining his DNA with that of historical figures and Asgardians, they sought to transform Black Goat's arcane methods into scientific means of creating specialized organs.

This was the largest and most challenging project to date. Solomon was in no rush, as the scientific application of these arcane methods remained an enigma, with an uncertain path ahead. His role was to educate and monitor the mental states of the Sola Red Lind druids.

Maya Hansen, however, required less concern. Solomon regularly performed enchantments using his own blood to ensure she wouldn't lose her sanity from knowledge she wasn't meant to comprehend.

Even with scientific reinforcements from the Malik family, progress on this project wouldn't accelerate significantly.

The secondary project focused on artificial intelligence. Solomon's prepared alchemical body was far more intricate than an artificial human's body, requiring significant advancements in computer science. He delegated this aspect to specialists—once the AI resolved its internal dilemmas, it could summon Ms. Groves back to spearhead the project.

The tertiary project was housed in the bio-laboratory's basement, secured with an additional layer of magical barriers and electronic locks to ensure its occupant couldn't escape.

Lorelai, draped in a thin white veil, idly propped her legs up on the table, resembling the Rhine Daughters of a thousand years ago. Her monotonous routine consisted of studying, enduring humiliating yet tantalizing punishments, eating, bathing, and sleeping—an endless cycle. In this dull existence, the punishments were her sole source of amusement. What began as resistance had gradually turned into anticipation.

When she saw Solomon enter the basement, she immediately ran over with a smile, eyes brimming with indescribable eagerness. She was impatient for the blend of pain and caresses.

"Shall I bind myself up?" she whispered into the sorcerer's ear. "Or should we play a little first?"

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