Chapter 82: Secrets Of The Universe, Chaos Of Marvel
Familiar base, familiar people.
Gwen and a group of soldiers brought Homelander and Hulk’s body parts into the back room, while only Ian stood in the hall where a group of researchers were busy working and Digital Tony’s eyes widened.
“Exactly who among you is the Demon God? Or did I actually encounter two Demon Gods!?” The Demon Head’s brain short-circuited, momentarily falling into confusion where it couldn’t distinguish at all.
Tony looked at this demon’s head.
Ian then skillfully knocked hard on the demon’s head a few times, “You shut up. Do you have to yell a few sentences whenever you see someone, claiming you’ve seen another Demon God again and again.”
He strongly suspected the Demon Head wanted to be a flattery monster.
Perhaps in Hell, flattering someone by saying they look like a Demon God was like the compliments humans exchange when meeting, comparable to daily greetings like “I’m so envious that you’ve gotten rich again.”
“I… I really didn’t mean to flatter you.”
The demon felt extremely aggrieved.
Daring to be angry but not daring to speak.
In his heart, there was only one firm thought—three thousand years in the east prison, three thousand years in the west prison, as long as he endured enough, there would surely come a day when he relied on his bloodline to become a Great Demon.
Heh.
As long as he waited until that time.
He would definitely have an invincible, knock-proof diamond head!
The kind that wouldn’t hurt no matter how much it was knocked!
In an instant.
The demon suddenly felt that life had hope and something to look forward to again.
“He really is a Demon God… He ate so many souls, and hasn’t digested them all yet…” After self-regulating his emotions, the demon couldn’t help but stick to his view.
“Still being stubborn? Then let Mr. Stark say it himself, whether he is a Demon God or not!” Ian smoothly turned to question Digital Tony.
Regardless of whether it was possible or not.
He’d already played the bad cop.
Not asking would make him seem not rigorous enough, lacking vigilance.
“This world no longer has any Demon Gods.” Digital Tony suddenly formed a projection of himself in front of the host, staring at the Demon Head at Ian’s waist and speaking in a mild tone.
“However, Their souls are actually all here with me.” It was clear that this Digital Tony was also a bit confused, not understanding why he could still see a demon with a soul.
“So, you’re actually an existence like the Science Mother Tree? When others die, their souls return to you, and then you use some technology equipment to bring them back to life?”
Ian’s eyes flashed with thirst for knowledge.
Hearing this.
Digital Tony just had someone bring a metal box, signaling Ian to place the demon’s head inside. Ian didn’t hesitate and put the Demon Head in.
It was just an Abyss Magic Bucket; there were still a bunch of unfinished ones in Hell. If Digital Tony lost this one, Ian could make this guy compensate with some real hard currency—advanced scientific knowledge.
“Your understanding isn’t wrong; I am indeed doing such things.” After signaling the staff to seal the box shut, Digital Tony slowly responded to Ian’s earlier question.
“Due to some well-known reasons, our world is on the verge of shattering and destruction.” Digital Tony waved his hand, and the surrounding researchers and hall seemed to vanish instantly.
The walls of the entire Control Room turned into starry sky, with countless light spots flowing within. Ian felt as if he were in the universe, able to sense its infinite vastness.
“Cool.”
Ian knew this wasn’t spatial transfer, but a visual effect like holographic projection. He was still in the base hall full of researchers.
Standing in this starry sky, Tony’s face carried reminiscence, “I still haven’t figured out what triggered everything. The ‘survival’ space of the endless universes began to shrink continuously at some point. Thus, some weak universes started fusing with us, and things that shouldn’t appear squeezed into our world.”
This narrative was very familiar to Ian; he’d heard a similar story from Miss Death. It was clear that both worlds had encountered the same crisis.
It was just that the DC Universe seemed a bit luckier?
For some reason.
Ian hadn’t heard from Digital Tony about shattered universes eroding other universes. He still suspected it was because the Marvel Universe had parasitized him, so Digital Tony was deliberately concealing it.
The youth pondered thoughtfully.
Digital Tony continued explaining the situation to Ian, “At first, no one thought it was a big deal; our universe was big enough to accommodate those poor refugees.”
“Even the high-dimensional deities were delighted to see it, as if this situation added to Their amusement. At least at the beginning, They never thought of stopping it.”
Tony’s voice grew heavy, though Ian didn’t feel that emotion strongly. Perhaps Digital Tony was just simulating the appropriate emotion for the moment.
“This sounds like there’s a twist?”
Ian played the straight man for once.
“Yes, there’s a twist, a big one.” Tony nodded, “When that crisis began to envelop us, the high-dimensional existences no longer had the ability to cope.”
“It’s not destruction, nor invasion; it’s simply continuously shrinking the survival space of the universe, causing the entire Multiverse to uncontrollably collapse toward the central universe madly.”
“The consequences are obvious.”
“The Multiverse ceases to exist, and high-dimensional existences are thus dimensionally reduced, becoming ordinary individuals in the universe, no longer possessing their original power and authority.”
Accompanying Tony’s narration.
The surrounding images continuously shifted and changed.
Countless Parallel Universes squeezed and fused like soap bubbles. In the end, Multiverse-level and even higher existences were forced to be confined to a single universe.
This was a fall in status.
Impossible to guard against.
Extremely abrupt.
Even the mightiest existences had no power to resist.
Ian heard unwilling roars.
“Uh… Miss Death and the others probably haven’t realized this yet… right?” Ian’s mind buzzed; he found Digital Tony’s account absurd and made one shudder upon further thought.
The Marvel Universe and DC Universe were at similar levels. Did this mean the DC Universe would suffer the same fate? Ian’s expression at this moment was indescribably shocked and stunned.
“Alarmist talk from past afterimages from the parasitic universe?”
Ian found it hard to discern, but he knew he had to find a way to pass this information to the DC Universe big shots while extracting himself.
Such a thing couldn’t stump his Super Intelligence.
Whether true or false.
The higher existences would judge for themselves.
