Chapter 83: Deity Falls, Human World Becomes Purgatory
Digested for a long time.
Ian finally gradually came back to his senses.
“Is it because of this reason that you collected everyone’s souls? The souls of lives in those collapsed universes?” Ian pondered for a moment before speaking again to ask.
Regarding this.
Digital Tony did not give a direct answer, “For those multi-layered existences, this is at best just a fallback at the life level, but for ordinary lives, it is a catastrophe.”
His voice became deep.
“What do you mean? Too many people? All squeezed together? No problem, this situation can go to Thanos, his expertise is very fitting.” Ian made a guess, but it was just offhand; his intuition told him the matter was definitely not that simple.
Since the other party would definitely give an answer, Ian chose to save his brain cells. The power and consumption of Super Intelligence were both enormous; in general, Ian believed there was no need to use it lightly.
“If it were just that, it would be fine; Thanos could indeed prove he was right.” Digital Tony really answered every question, and he even added a touch of slightly cold humor.
However.
This humor was quickly reined in.
“When God is powerless to pity life, suffering must be borne by us mortals ourselves.” Tony lowered his head, his voice suddenly becoming somewhat hoarse.
“What do you mean?”
Ian continued to save brain cells.
Digital Tony glanced at him, still not responding directly, “Can you imagine countless parallel universes’ you—memories, souls—all overlapping in the same individual?”
This question directly hit Ian’s knowledge blind spot.
After all.
He had always firmly believed there would definitely not be a second him in other parallel worlds of the DC universe.
“Can’t imagine it.”
Ian honestly shook his head.
“…”
Digital Tony could of course tell that Ian didn’t want to use even a bit of his brain; he speechlessly touched his illusory forehead, then directly presented Ian with scenes from the past.
The sky was being torn apart.
The earth was constantly collapsing.
However.
No one cared, no salvation; on the twisted streets of the city, it wasn’t just humans, nor just those superheroes—even cats and dogs seemed to have fallen into madness.
“I remember… I remember I was once a doctor… no, I’m a firefighter… or a teacher? Right! I was a poor woman who went into adult films and then had her organs harvested!”
A bearded strong man shouted and ran wildly on the street.
“Where’s my daughter? Alice! Alice! I’m your mother! Don’t hide! I’ll take you home!” A wild boar frantically searched for nonexistent things.
“I remember I was an eagle… no, I’m that cat chasing the mouse… I’m Voldemort?” Someone also went mad, holding a tree branch and giggling maniacally.
Seeing everyone muttering crazily about “eat melon! Eat melon hard!”
“I’m the ultimate captain! I’m the black and white duo! I’m the universe captain! Sorcerer Supreme captain! Damn! Why do I have so many identities? Whatever, Hydra forever!”
Captain America hugged a Gatling gun spewing blue flames and swept wildly on the main street. No one stopped him, because the other superheroes had also fallen into chaotic madness like him.
Mortal body.
How to bear the memories of billions of individuals? Dark souls must pollute pure souls; honestly, such a chaotic scene left Ian dumbfounded, his mouth unable to close.
“Oh my god, what is that Hulk doing to Black Widow!” Ian sincerely exclaimed; he hadn’t seen such explosive images even in his second brother Jordan’s collection of discs.
Very disdainful.
Very shameful.
But Ian’s eyelids didn’t even want to blink.
As if missing a second would be a regret.
“Sorry, forgot you’re still a child.” Digital Tony, not yet satisfied, suddenly switched the surrounding scenes, leaving Ian deeply regretful, feeling like many images still lingered in his mind.
“This is the real poisoning from the past’s lingering shadows! My eyes and brain have truly been polluted!” Ian shook his head but still felt it lingered.
Hulk was really fierce, and Black Widow was really… very accommodating.
At the same time.
“What’s wrong with these people!? And that group of ridiculous volunteers also went mad?” In the switched scene, the bewildered Homelander stood on the street, shocked at everything around him.
The perverted him seemed somewhat unable to adapt to such a perverted world.
Feeling out of place.
“We have to stop these superheroes from going mad.” A man in a red-and-white battle suit slowly descended from the sky; like Homelander, he was a life that shouldn’t exist in the Marvel Universe.
Omni-Man.
Simply put, another pirated Superman, but one whose strength rivaled a conventionally grown Superman, yet without the kryptonite weakness—a super pirated Superman.
He was much stronger than Homelander.
So Homelander looked somewhat afraid.
“I just want to find a place to be quiet; the mental hospital never asked to cooperate with me, so I have no obligation to capture these lunatics for the mental hospital.”
“Besides… I don’t think the mental hospital can hold so many people; even the psychiatrists might have gone mad.” Homelander shrugged and prepared to slip away.
However.
He saw Omni-Man sneering at him, “Look around you! Everyone’s gone mad! Flee to the universe and you’re dead! Do you want to slowly age to death in lonely space?”
With that, he rushed out, first encountering Captain America. The mad Captain America actually took two punches from Omni-Man with his head, his skull shattering, declaring death.
“This is the true destined 50-50 captain; he can unscientifically trade blows with anyone.”
Ian sincerely sighed.
He watched Omni-Man grab the rune king Thor, who was electrocuting people all over the street like the Lightning King possessed, and charge straight into the universe above the sky.
At the same time.
In the holographic image, Homelander paced back and forth on the street, kicking away a teddy dog calling for his help, then flew up cursing.
“After this is over, I should run for President of America once; everyone should be grateful to me, and must say thank you to me every day!” Homelander burst out at dozens of times the speed of sound toward the distant target.
“Every world’s America deserves its own Thank You Man.” Ian watched Homelander soar into the sky.
This man originally chose a relatively weak target: Spider-Man, who was frantically spewing web-slinging between high-rises, seemingly wanting to weave a web and settle in place.
But.
Sometimes reality and ideals always have that tiny gap.
“Roar!”
Hulk accidentally crushed Black Widow into pulp; it let out an angry roar, leaped up, and directly grabbed the Homelander flying in the air.
“Let go…”
Homelander’s words weren’t finished.
“Crack~”
He became the way Ian first saw him.
Head separated from body.
The mad Hulk also fell back to the ground.
“What a magical world; Homelander actually died as a superhero… My brain feels like it needs an ICU stay.” To be honest, such truth really exceeded Ian’s imagination; his jaw was nearly dislocated.
“When good people thoroughly turn bad, the original bad guys might not seem so bad.” Tony’s projection looked at Hulk; his somewhat philosophical summary had just fallen.
“Boom~”
The Hulk, who was studying how to remove Homelander’s pants, suddenly suffered an attack from behind; he didn’t even react before falling dead.
The big hole in the chest.
Was the one Ian had seen before.
“Whose heat ray is so fierce, actually comparable to my Father God’s great power?” Ian was startled and looked in the heat ray’s direction: a figure in a yellow battle robe quietly hovered.
Golden energy swirled around him like flames.
He was—Sentry Robert Reynolds. Once called Marvel’s pirated Superman, with the power of a million suns, but actually possessing infinite great power, Marvel’s true cheat.
“Looks like Stark was right.”
Sentry’s face was stern; his gaze swept over the devastated world, finally settling on Hulk’s corpse, “Stark didn’t go mad; the world did.”
Sentry’s voice was low and calm. He slowly looked up at the sky. In an instant, dark clouds surged, darkness spread like a tide, devouring light, buildings, even air.
Everything seemed to be sealed away.
Wherever the terrifying shadow passed, everything sank into the dark void. Even Sentry himself, but this man showed no emotion.
“Hope you continue to be right.”
Before being completely swallowed.
Sentry’s gradually disappearing face whispered softly.
Not sure if it was coincidence.
The direction his gaze last fixed on was exactly where Digital Tony’s virtual projection stood—Ian waved his hand and found the other’s eyeball didn’t turn.
But this didn’t affect his performance.
“He agreed! I just said if I could touch his corpse! He agreed! Quick! Quick, bring out his corpse!” Ian immediately looked at Digital Tony beside him.
“????”
Digital Tony was bewildered.
“I said it in my mind, and he agreed in his mind; you have to believe Sentry, he has that ability to transcend time and space; he’s the true sun in my heart.”
The youth’s voice was resolute.
Extremely certain.
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