Beyond Kang's suit, Ronan ended up leaving a few extra trinkets behind.
Take that magnetic field amplifier Kang cooked up, for instance.
In Ronan's hands, it was useless—scrap metal, basically.
So, why not dump it all on Tony Stark? Maybe he'd spark some wild new ideas.
This was tech from centuries, maybe millennia, ahead.
No matter how clunky, it had to outclass today's stuff.
Only hitch: could current tech even crack its secrets?
The suit went to Tony. Kang's corpses—yup, plural—came back too.
Two bodies.
Vision was on dissection duty, but no juicy intel yet.
Ronan's curiosity? These two Kangs—same looks, same name, near-identical height and build.
So, were their DNA or other bits identical too?
Parallel universe doppelgängers are supposed to be mostly alike but distinct.
Ronan wanted answers.
Of course, this was hush-hush—just him and Vision in the know.
Kang, big bad in life, turned cadaver teacher in death.
In a way, it scrubbed a tiny speck of his rotten past.
Yup, Ronan's that thorough.
Beyond that, Kang's mouth held the real loot.
Ronan didn't just sic Vision on him to taunt the Kang collective.
He craved the secrets in that brain.
The Mind Stone's power shone here—perfect fit.
Sad thing, though? Kang's head had a curse-like lock.
Spill key secrets, and his brain flatlined.
Vision cracked it open—found mush.
No big wins, but Ronan nabbed some basics.
Like Kang's name.
Nathaniel Richards.
A shocker of a name.
That surname especially pinged another figure.
Reed Richards.
"Earth's smartest man," superhero, mutant—Mr. Fantastic of the Fantastic Four.
Ronan's old nickname? "Mr. Fantastic" too.
Fate weaving a thread here—coincidence or something deeper? Ronan didn't know.
But if Kang—Nathaniel Richards—was Reed's descendant, his tech prowess made sense.
Genes don't mess around.
Plus, Ronan confirmed earlier scraps.
The Kangs had met up, synced with their multiverse selves.
Not their first powwow.
This time, though, they locked on a fresh goal.
Conquer every parallel universe's timeline.
Fits a mega-villain's vibe.
Most baddies dream of ruling a country or Earth.
Kang's dream just scaled up.
What stumped Ronan? Why only now?
Put it plain: they shouldn't be this late to the party.
Per He Who Remains, they'd clocked each other ages ago.
Most Kangs had already crushed their home universes.
Then they warred to solo-rule the multiverse—sparked chaos galore.
If the story stopped there, Ronan might've bought it.
Now? Not a word.
Why? Simple.
That "plan" of theirs.
Conquer all parallel universes.
They'd pulled it off once. Now free, their first move?
Team up and redo it.
Hilarious if you say it out loud.
A pack of ambition freaks chilling together?
Someone gonna tell him they learned from past infighting—figured mutual ruin sucked—so they'd feudalize it?
Conquer all, then each gets a universe to toy with?
If that's legit, Ronan'd tip his hat.
Then smash their fairy tale.
But what if it's not?
What if a bigger scheme lurks behind this "conquer the multiverse" gig?
These Kangs wouldn't think parallel universes got boring.
Aiming for the multiverse proper, maybe?
Ronan shook his head at the thought.
Multiverse-level crazy—that's next-tier madness.
If that's Kang's real endgame, another hat tip.
That kind of "dream" usually gets tagged as delusion.
Huff.
Ronan exhaled, turning around.
On the table sat a book.
The Darkhold.
For now, the real priority was tackling the parallel universe mess.
—
Beyond Dimensions.
A pharaoh-esque Kang snapped his eyes open.
"He's dead."
His voice was flat, face blank.
The "he" was the Kang sent to stop Ronan.
"Failed, as expected."
"Told you—Ronan's no pushover."
A robotic Kang clanked out from behind.
Same face, totally different vibe.
"But he got us intel, didn't he?"
"At least we know Ronan's cocky as hell."
Another plain-Jane Kang strolled up from the side.
These three? Looked like the Kang crew's ringleaders.
"Doesn't matter—he can't block us."
"Find a way. End him!"