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Chapter 303
Knull stepped forward slowly and finally stopped beneath the throne.
He offered no salute, no pleasantries; he cut straight to the chase:
"Lord of Time? The Multiverse is collapsing, gods are being hunted, and you just sit here watching?"
Loki's lips curved in a bitter smile at the words.
"Watching?"
He shook his head slightly and raised a hand, motioning for Knull to look at the wildly branching green timelines around him that he was forcibly holding together.
"I'm not watching, Knull—I'm holding it all up."
He rose; with the motion the entire time loom groaned under the strain.
Countless timelines shuddered violently, as though they might snap at any instant.
"I can't intervene."
Loki's voice was heavy with helpless weariness.
"My existence is now bound to every one of these timelines."
"I am the root of the World-Tree, the anchor that lets all reality remain."
"The moment I leave this throne..."
Loki's gaze swept across the quivering timelines as he said plainly,
"Everything—every Universe, every life—will collapse in an instant. Not destroyed, but completely erased, leaving not even the concept of their existence."
"It would bring an annihilation even more total than the Beyonders' experiment."
Knull fell silent; he could sense Loki wasn't lying.
The former God of Mischief had become a vital prisoner keeping the Multiverse alive.
"So you intend to sit here forever until the Beyonders' game ends and every Universe is zeroed out?" Knull's tone was thick with derision.
"I have no choice." (Loki) settled back onto the throne; the timelines around him calmed slightly.
"All I can do in this doomed tragedy is hold everything together, so those lives can last one second longer."
"Hypocritical mercy." Knull snorted coldly at Loki's words.
"If you've seen the future, you know waiting only brings ruin."
"Of course I know." A flash of pain crossed Loki's eyes.
"I saw Galactus fall, saw other gods vanish."
"I even saw you freed from your seal by that man named Bai Ye."
He paused, lifted his gaze, and met Knull's eyes:
"I know everything: the Beyonders, their experiment."
"I know we're all nothing but pieces on their chessboard."
As Knull listened, fury finally ignited within him; dark energy seethed around him as he shouted,
"Then why don't you act?!"
"You command the time of the Multiverse—you could change all this!"
"Change?" Loki's laugh was desolate.
"I've tried, countless times. I went back to warn Odin; I leapt forward to unite every god."
"But each time the outcome was the same—the threads of fate are held fast by those gods beyond our realm."
"Any interference of mine only makes things worse."
Loki looked down at Knull, voice low.
"You think I don't want to fight? More than anyone I long to tear apart those who toy with our destinies!"
"But my duty is to guard these timelines—it's the only thing I can do."
Knull's scarlet eyes narrowed as he regarded the Loki shackled by responsibility.
The anger in his heart slowly ebbed, replaced by a complicated feeling.
They had both once stood at the Multiverse's summit, yet before higher-dimensional power they were so helpless.
What truly lay beyond the Multiverse?
"So..." Knull's voice softened: "you're giving up just like that?"
"No."
Loki shook his head, a faint spark rekindling in his eyes.
"I can't act myself, but I've seen a variable."
His gaze seemed to pierce space-time and land upon a distant Universe.
"An outsider even more exceptional than the Beyonders."
"Bai Ye." Knull spoke the name.
"Exactly." Loki nodded.
"His existence belongs to no timeline; he's the sole anomaly capable of breaking this dead end—no script of the Beyonders' experiment includes him."
"So I went to great lengths to come here, and all you give me is this?" Knull frowned.
"No."
The familiar cunning curve returned to Loki's lips.
"I'm telling you that, though the board was set long ago, a piece of our own now stands upon it."
"And what you need to do..." His gaze sharpened.
"To be, when he needs it, the sharpest blade in his hand."
Knull fell silent.
He looked at Loki, then at the timelines that held the entire Multiverse together.
He understood—this war was far more complicated than he had imagined.
"I understand."
Knull sheathed the black death sword and turned to leave.
He had already received the answer he came for.
"Where will you go now?"
"To find answers." Knull replied without looking back.
"I will grow stronger; I will seize fate with my own hands!"
With those last words fading, the dark god's presence vanished entirely from this timeless space, as though he had never appeared.
The great hall sank once more into its eternal, suffocating silence.
Loki stood alone in the vast hall, the colossal time loom long since silent around him.
He stared in the direction Knull had gone, silent for a long while, then let out a weary sigh no one would ever hear.
Slowly he turned and walked back toward the solitary green throne.
He surveyed everything around him—the countless reality branches extending from the loom.
But now those branches had dimmed and lost their light.
He looked again at the green timelines stretching toward endless futures.
As master of time across the Multiverse, he could see everything.
His sight pierced dimensional barriers, beholding what was, what had been, and what might yet be.
He saw the 616 Universe: Illuminati heroes frantic over the next impending cosmic collision.
He saw Tony Stark forgoing sleep as he crunched data in his lab.
Saw Reed Richards' ever-haggard face.
Saw T'Challa praying alone in the ancestral lands of Wakanda.
He watched them, to protect their own Universe, press the destroy button again and again, annihilating another Earth's life with their own hands.
He saw the pain and turmoil within them.
And that hero faith, gnawed by guilt, already shattered beyond repair.
His gaze shifted to another Universe—the one where Bai Ye existed.
He saw the invasion war in New York, launched by another version of himself.
He saw that Universe's Avengers erupt with astonishing might, crushing Thanos' elite Black Order with ease.
And saw his brother Thunder God Thor in an even more mature and steadfast battle stance.
Thor remained as proud as ever, forever refusing to grow up.
Loki's sight flowed across countless timelines, seeing every Universe inexorably converging toward one end—destruction.
He knew everything, saw everything, yet could do nothing.
He was merely a prisoner, a lonely Watcher stranded at time's end.
His sole purpose: to serve as an anchor with his own body.
To keep these doomed timelines from collapsing ahead of schedule.
"Truly… ironic."
Loki murmured, a bitter smile tugging at his lips.
He remembered his past self—the proud, conceited second prince of Asgard craving recognition.
Once, naively, he had believed a throne meant everything.
Now he possessed a throne loftier—and lonelier—than Odin's.
He walked slowly back to the cold green throne and sat again.
He cast one last glance at the timeline leading to Bai Ye's Universe.
The only thread still rife with unknowns—and the only spark that might yet bring hope.
"Multiverse… it's in your hands now."
Loki's voice drifted through the empty hall, as though speaking to Bai Ye and Knull, or perhaps to himself.
"I hope you can truly stand against those lofty Beyonders."
With that, Loki slowly closed his eyes, awaiting his prison of time.
As his lids shut, the countless green timelines sustaining the Multiverse answered the summons, unfurling from the time loom.
Like living vines they wound gently yet inexorably around him, fusing him with the throne and the castle at time's end into one.
Once again he became the silent eternal Guardian—the Guardian of time.
The castle at the end of time lapsed back into its ageless silence… white night universe.
Several afternoons after the Battle of New York, peace and quiet enfolded this secluded seaside Villa.
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Beneath the white parasols on the Villa's private beach, Wanda, Susan, Martina, and Ju Ziyun were savoring a leisurely afternoon tea.
Dressed in light summer clothes, they chatted easily about the latest movies and bits of gossip from downtown New York City.
In the shallows nearby, Dijiang, Fire Phoenix, and Ink Qilin splashed and romped, sending spray into the air.
Everything looked perfect, as though the cosmic crisis and the war against doomsday had been nothing more than a distant nightmare.
Bai Ye lay alone on a nearby lounger, eyes closed, letting the warm sun pour over his flawless body.
His breathing was even, his expression relaxed; he looked as if he were taking an afternoon nap.
Yet his inner World was anything but tranquil.
Bai Ye's consciousness roamed the vast hall of thought, Divine Talent replaying again and again the ultimate threat of the Beyonders.
As a transmigrator he knew what those four words signified.
A force great enough to reset the entire Multiverse to zero, an absolute power beyond reason.
Bai Ye recalled the horrors he had seen across different Universes.
The parallel Earths the Illuminati had destroyed with their own hands, the Fantastic Four and the X-Police left homeless after their Worlds shattered.
All of it was merely an experiment carried out by those lofty Beyonders.
"Relying on defense alone will never win this fight."
Bai Ye turned the problem over silently in his mind.
"The Beyonders' experiment is meant to observe how countless lives react to despair."
"Whether it's self-destruction or sitting still and waiting for death, it's only one option in their script."
Bai Ye knew that he, Wanda, and the others already possessed power at the level of the Multiverse or higher.
But against beings like the Beyonders the odds of victory were slim; a direct clash would only harm them.
"To break the game board, you can't play by the player's rules."
Under Divine Talent's rapid deduction Bai Ye's thoughts grew clear.
"I need a variable they can't predict—chaos so powerful it can flip the entire board on its head."
A plan he had sealed away for ages slowly surfaced in his mind.
Just then the girls' laughter pulled his thoughts back to reality.
"dear, what are you thinking about so deeply?" Wanda's gentle voice drifted over.
"We were just wondering whether to try that new Michelin-Starred Restaurant in town tonight."
Bai Ye opened his eyes slowly; the violet halo in his pupils flashed once and vanished.
He sat up, met the gazes of concern and curiosity the girls fixed on him, and gave a mild smile.
Instead of answering Wanda he said, "There's something else I need to do right now."
All four women were startled.
"What is it?" Martina asked, full of curiosity.
"Did something happen at the Avengers Base again?"
"No."
Bai Ye shook his head, his gaze turning profound.
"I'm going to the Worlds Ziyun and I visited before."
Ju Ziyun's pupils shrank; she understood immediately where he meant.
"Over there, I still have my kingdom."
Bai Ye's voice was calm, carrying an unquestionable authority.
"Kingdom?"
Susan and Martina exchanged a look, both puzzled.
Wanda frowned, walked to Bai Ye's side, and asked softly,
"What are you going there for? Are you… planning to stay there for a while?"
Bai Ye turned to her worried eyes and gave a meaningful smile.
"I'm going to let them out to make some trouble."
The cryptic remark left Wanda even more bewildered.
But she understood Bai Ye—once he made a decision he had his reasons.
"All right."
Without further explanation Bai Ye stood and brushed the sand from his clothes.
"Wait for me at home. This time I'll go alone."
"Don't worry; it won't take long and there's no danger. I'll be back soon."
Under the women's complicated stares the space around Bai Ye rippled like water.
In the next instant his figure vanished without leaving the slightest trace.
After stepping out of his own Universe, Bai Ye arrived in a fantastical space.
Here were stored the information and records of every Universe he had ever visited.
Looking at one particular Universe he had deliberately marked,
Bai Ye turned into a violet-gold streak of light and flashed straight toward it.
Invincible Young Hero Universe, Vitruvian Galaxy
When Bai Ye reappeared he was already in a cold, lifeless expanse of space.
Before his "Twin-Bell II Art Father (Second)," a colossal, majestic Planet hung motionless.
Its surface was a unique dusky red, somewhere between stone and metal.
Above the Planet, countless ferocious, oppressive warships formed an impenetrable defense fleet, cruising slowly along fixed orbits.
On the hull of every vessel was emblazoned a brand-new insignia: a sword crossed with a crown.
Here was Vitruvia, heart of the Vitruvian Empire.
The mother-World of the Vitruvian People, a race famed across the Multiverse for belligerence, brutality, and might.
And Bai Ye was their king.
When he and Ju Ziyun first arrived in this Universe, the Vitruvian Empire was at its zenith.
Yet, rather than annihilate the race that sought to conquer Earth, Bai Ye chose another path.
With absolute power he defeated their strongest warrior.
He took the Empire for himself, becoming the first—and only—foreign sovereign in their history.
At his arrival the entire Vitruvian fleet snapped to highest alert.
But a second later, when the Planet's central AI recognized his biosignal,
the shrill alarms transformed into solemn, reverent horns.
Every warship pivoted, bows aligning in perfect unison toward Bai Ye.
Not to attack, but to pay the highest homage.
"Hail the return of our King!"
A titanic thought, voiced by millions of Vitruvians, echoed directly in his mind.
Bai Ye gave no reply; he simply hovered in the void,
gazing down upon this World of his—this crucible of power and hunger for conquest.
He knew the Vitruvians were born conquerors; expansion and battle were coded into their genes.
These past cycles he had shackled the beast's fangs with sheer might,
ordering them to rest and recuperate, forbidding any outward war.
They obeyed, for they revered the strong.
Yet Bai Ye also knew the beast's ambition had never truly died.
It only slept, waiting for a chance to roar again and tear everything apart.
"Beyonders."
A frigid light glinted in Bai Ye's eyes.
"Did your calculations include this army?"
He began his descent toward Vitruvia.
He could feel countless mighty auras waking beneath the crust.
Any one of them could obliterate an ordinary Planet with ease.
They were the sharpest, most dangerous blade in his hand.
And now their king was ready to unsheathe it.
Bai Ye hung like a motionless star above Vitruvia's dusky orbit.
He released no energy, yet his mere presence rippled the fabric of space.
Below, the Vitruvian fleet had formed a silent, grand honor guard, awaiting their sovereign.
Suddenly a formidable aura shot skyward from the Planet, streaking to halt before him.
A burly Vitruvian with the race's trademark thick black beard.
He wore the white battle-garb of the Imperial Regent, eyes sharp, bearing fierce.
The mightiest Vitruvian after Bai Ye himself.
Regent Praxag.
Yet before Bai Ye every trace of arrogance drained away.
He knelt in the void, right fist to chest, head bowed, humble to the core.
"Hail the return of our King."
Praxag's voice was low and resonant, steeped in genuine awe.
Bai Ye's face was impassive; he gave a slight nod.
His gaze did not linger; within black pupils countless scenes flickered at lightning speed.
His sight pierced Vitruvia's dense atmosphere, sweeping every corner of the World.
He observed, appraising his blade—he saw the Hive-like subterranean Bases where legions drilled in brutal regimen.
Their physiques were tougher, their skills keener than when he had left.
He saw the planetary arsenals where World-cracking weapons slumbered, awaiting awakening.
He saw the nurseries where every newborn Vitruvian possessed potential far beyond normal species.
"Well done."
Bai Ye spoke softly, yet the words carried clearly to Praxag.
Only then did Praxag's taut frame relax a fraction.
He knew his years of effort had earned the monarch's approval.
"Rise," Bai Ye commanded.
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"Yes, My King."
Praxag rose, but kept his back slightly bowed, never meeting Bai Ye's eyes.
Bai Ye's gaze finally settled on him. Calmly, he asked:
"While I was away, what news from the Empire?"
"Your Majesty," Praxag reported at once.
"By your order, the Empire has halted all expansion. Every warrior trains at the highest intensity, awaiting your summons. Only…"
He hesitated, then spoke it aloud:
"Only, peace has lasted so long the warriors' blood runs cold."
Bai Ye caught the unspoken plea.
The Vitruvian People were born for battle; peace was their torment.
"Understood."
Bai Ye nodded, then flashed away toward the Planet's core.
Praxag followed at once.
One behind the other they sliced through the thick atmosphere and landed in the Vitruvian Imperial Palace.
A colossal complex of black metal, beautiful in its savagery.
"Let's talk."
Bai Ye strode into the cavernous throne hall and casually seated himself upon the throne of supreme power.
Praxag stood below, head lowered, waiting for the King's questions…
"Praxag, what do you believe is the Vitruvian People's purpose?" Bai Ye asked suddenly.
Praxag blinked, then answered without hesitation: "Conquest. Our mission is to bring every weak civilization in the Universe beneath the Empire's rule and forge an eternal order ruled by the strong."
"Good."
Bai Ye nodded, plainly satisfied.
"Then, if I offered you the chance to conquer—no, to annihilate—a race countless times stronger than yourselves, would you take it?"
Praxag's pupils contracted; he knew Bai Ye was not joking.
A long-suppressed frenzy ignited in his blood.
"Vitruvians fear nothing!"
He dropped to one knee, voice trembling with excitement.
"My King, give the order!"
"Excellent."
Bai Ye rose, voice turning cold and majestic.
"Carry my command: every adult Vitruvian on this Planet is to assemble at once in the square before the palace."
"Yes!"
Praxag sped off elated; the Empire's dormant War Machine would finally roar to life!
In less than ten minutes every combatant on the Planet had gathered.
Bai Ye stepped alone onto the broad balcony of the throne hall and looked down.
Below, the square was packed solid with Vitruvians.
All wore identical battle uniforms, standing in perfect, silent ranks.
Millions of mighty warriors formed a still, suffocating sea.
Each body held the power to tear stars asunder.
They waited for their King to speak.
Bai Ye gazed upon this army absolutely loyal to him alone, yet felt no stirring within.
He knew what he would do—unleash these war-beasts.
He would hurl them into the already chaotic Multiverse.
They would bring ruin, Death, endless devastation.
"But that is exactly what the game board needs," Bai Ye mused.
"Beyonders, your experiment observes the choices life makes in despair.
"Then let me add a small variable to your test."
With that thought, Bai Ye slowly raised his hand to speak.
"My warriors."
His voice was soft, yet it reached every Vitruvian ear.
"I know you crave war. I know your blood has chilled in peace. Today I grant you a hunt unlike any before!"
Below, the Vitruvians' eyes blazed with fanatic fire.
"In the wider Multiverse beyond your knowing," Bai Ye's voice turned icy,
"there exists an ancient race that calls itself gods. They run an experiment—a wager with the life and Death of every Universe as the stake."
"They toy with all fates as if we were ants."
Bai Ye swept his hand; a colossal hologram appeared above the square.
It showed a strange, titanic mechanical being.
It walked upon an alien world, each footfall causing violent quakes.
Its arm morphed into a drill that could pierce the crust with ease, triggering a super-volcanic eruption.
"These things are that god-race's servants; they call themselves cartographers."
Bai Ye's voice was as biting as a winter wind that sets every hair on end.
"Their task is to plant beacons in every Universe, recording and guiding the arrival of annihilation."
"And your task is to become the hunters of these cartographers."
Bai Ye's gaze swept across every fanatical face below.
"I will scatter you, in squads, to every corner of the Multiverse."
"You don't need to conquer or rule; you only need to do one thing."
"Find them, and—at any cost—wipe them out!"
"Go!"
Bai Ye spread his arms as though embracing the entire Universe.
"Fight to your heart's content, wreak havoc, use your power to derail their plans!"
"Go tell those lofty gods that their game will now be played by our rules!"
"Roar!!!"
The battle-lust that had been suppressed for so long erupted at last.
Millions of Vitruvians roared in unison.
That terrifying sonic tide even shook the whole Planet.
Bai Ye nodded in satisfaction at the sight.
He slowly raised his hand; golden energy gathered in his palm, then turned into tens of thousands of motes that rained down onto the square.
Every mote became a stable Portal to an unknown Universe.
The warriors of the Vitruvian Empire—the sharpest blade Bai Ye had kept sheathed for so long—were finally unleashed today.
As his voice fell, the Vitruvian Warriors swiftly assembled into squads under their Commanders.
Bai Ye watched silently, feeling the long-suppressed, now-seething battle-desire inside them.
There was no fear or hesitation in their eyes—only the purest, most primal fanaticism for the war ahead.
At this moment Regent Praxag flew to Bai Ye's side, knelt on one knee, voice trembling with excitement:
"Your Majesty, the warriors are ready."
Bai Ye didn't look back; he simply gave a faint "Mm."
His heart was far calmer than he appeared, for he knew exactly what his actions meant.
He was about to release into the Multiverse a terrifying army of millions of Supermen bred solely for battle and conquest.
"Beyonders."
Bai Ye smiled faintly, his face full of mockery toward the Beyonders.
"You wished to observe how life chooses when faced with despair? Then allow me to add a tiny variable to your experiment."
Bai Ye hesitated no longer; his voice rang clearly in every Vitruvian's ear like a divine edict.
"Depart."
"For the glory of the Empire!"
Praxag was first to rise, letting out a thunderous roar.
"Roar!!!"
Millions of Vitruvians answered as one; that dreadful sonic tide converged into a single voice.
The next second, a black torrent began to surge.
Countless figures shot skyward. Without the slightest chaos, they funneled in squads with precision and efficiency toward those Portals leading to unknown Universes.
Their silhouettes drew dense white trails across the sky like a meteor shower swimming against the current, carrying will for ruin and conquest as they vanished into the deep doorways.
Bai Ye watched quietly until the last warrior disappeared, then slowly turned to the void.
His magic had linked him to every Vitruvian.
From now on, he would be the sole spectator of this great hunt—and its supreme Commander... [Earth-8003]
New York
This was a Parallel Universe different from the prime reality.
Atop the Illuminati's Baxter Building headquarters, Captain Marvel Maria Rambeau, Captain Carter, Black Bolt, and Mister Fantastic Reed looked grimly at the colossal thing that had suddenly arrived.
It was a gargantuan robot thousands of meters tall, its form bizarre, filled with the eerie beauty of non-Euclidean geometry.
It ignored every law of physics and simply materialized in the heart of New York City.
Its immense mechanical arms had already begun attacking the city.
"What is this thing? It's completely beyond my tech understanding..."
Reed Richards' voice trembled with fear.
"Everyone—attack!"
The blunt Captain Carter didn't wait; clutching her Vibranium shield, she fearlessly charged.
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Maria transformed into a blazing stream of photons, while Black Bolt opened his Planet-shattering mouth.
Yet their strikes sank into the cartographer's colossal frame like stones into the sea, raising no more than a few negligible ripples of energy.
Just as the Illuminati sank into despair.
Three silhouettes appeared without warning above the cartographer's head.
They wore identical white battle-suits, a sword-and-crown emblem on the chest.
Cold eyes looked down on everything below as if on insignificant ants.
"Captain, target confirmed," one Vitruvian Warrior said.
"Mm."
The Captain in the lead nodded, voice flat.
"Team A, eliminate the main body; Team B, destroy the energy core; Team C—that's me—clear away the surrounding flies."
Before the words finished, the Team A Vitruvian Warrior moved.
His figure vanished mid-air; the next instant he was at the cartographer's chest.
He used no energy weapon—simply gathered every ounce of strength into his right fist and punched.
BOOM!!!
Time itself seemed to stop.
The Illuminati watched the cartographer's shell—tough enough to deflect Gamma Rays—tear like paper.
That tiny figure had blasted a hole clean through the giant's body.
Instantly, the Team B warrior darted into the gap at even greater speed.
Seconds later he burst out of the cartographer's back clutching a mini-Sun-bright energy core.
Deprived of its core, the vast cartographer ground to a halt.
"Who are you?!"
Captain Marvel recovered, thinking them new foes, and roared as she hurled photonic energy to block them.
The Vitruvian squad leader merely glanced at her in contempt.
The next second he appeared before her and flicked his hand.
Bang!
A planetary force slammed into Maria, sending her hurtling uncontrollably.
She smashed into the Baxter Building.
"Too weak."
The Vitruvian Captain crushed the energy core in his fist.
The three warriors shot skyward and vanished, leaving only the ruined cartographer behind.
And a stunned, terrified Illuminati.
Earth-7749
This is a Marvel Parallel Universe where magic rules.
The huge cartographer was protected by a multicolored elemental shield built by tens of thousands of arch-mages.
Dragons and elemental giants roared outside the barrier, battling native heroes.
Then five Vitruvian Warriors plummeted like meteors, tails of flame behind them.
"Outsiders! Use magic—kill them!"
The lead Elven Arch-Mage raised his staff and gave the order.
Instantly a deluge of spells—gigantic fireballs, freezing rays, space-warping curses—rained upon the five.
Yet the Vitruvian Warriors did not even dodge.
They simply plunged straight into the dazzling magical tempest.
Flames died against their skin, frost melted, and spatial curses snapped against their mighty bodies.
"What?!"
Fear filled the Elven Arch-Mage's eyes.
"Impossible! Their bodies actually shrug off magic?!"
"No…"
A Human Sage beside him shook his head in despair.
"They're not immune—our magic is simply too weak to scratch them."
The five warriors tore through the storm and charged the mages like tigers among sheep.
What followed was a one-sided slaughter.
Ignoring the brilliant spells, they used raw fists to pulp the once-untouchable arch-mages into clouds of blood.
Dragons were ripped in half; elemental titans exploded with a single punch.
Together they hoisted the cartographer and flung it like a boulder into the distance.
An explosion roared; the warriors turned away indifferently and flew to the next target.
Earth-4444 Zombie Universe
A World long devoured by the zombie virus.
A crimson zombie-Earth hangs in the sky, heralding an oncoming cosmic collision.
A battered cartographer performs the last cleanup on this dead land.
Regent Praxag personally led a squad of ten elite warriors and descended upon this World.
He gazed at the red Earth approaching in the sky.
Then glanced at the cartographer working beneath his feet, a trace of impatience flickering in his eyes.
"Too slow," Praxag said coldly.
"By the King's decree, efficiency is everything."
"Captain, what are your orders?" a soldier asked.
Praxag's eyes swept across the red Earth, a cruel grin tugging at his lips.
"Target: not just the cartographer, but also that eyesore of a red Planet."
"All of you—hear my command!" He raised his arm high.
"Form the Spear of Empire. We offer our bodies as the sharpest weapon for Our King!"
Eleven Vitruvian Warriors swiftly assembled mid-air, with Praxag as the spearhead, forging a perfect cone.
"For Our King!"
"For the Empire!"
They roared, their bodies erupting in a radiance never seen before.
Then, faster than light, they became a white lance capable of piercing anything, plunging toward the cartographer below.
Boom!!!
The cartographer's colossal frame shattered like a brittle toy before the Spear of Empire, torn apart and scattered as glittering metal shards.
Yet the spear's speed never faltered.
It pierced the zombie Earth's atmosphere with unstoppable momentum.
And rushed toward the slowly approaching, equally despair-laden red zombie Earth.
Time itself seemed to slow.
Under the Spear's impact, web-like fissures spread from the core of the red zombie Planet.
The next instant, in the silent vacuum of space, a Planet simply exploded.
Praxag and his squad hovered quietly amid the dust cloud of the detonation.
He regarded the zombie Earth he had just "saved," his gaze devoid of pity.
"Mission complete."
"Next."
…[Earth-541]
Skrull Empire Prime
A vast and cunning stellar Empire, the Skrulls' shape-shifting talents make them the most troublesome infiltrators and warriors in the Universe.
High above the imperial capital, a titanic cartographer was slowly unfurling to begin its work.
Queen Veranke of the Skrull Empire stood on her flagship's bridge, face grave as she studied the uninvited guest.
At her side waited the Empire's mightiest warriors: the Super-Skrull Corps.
"Your Majesty, the fleet has fully assembled," a Commander reported.
"Shall we attack that thing?"
Veranke shook her head, green eyes gleaming with cunning.
"No—wait. I've sent word; the meddlers will be here shortly."
Space twisted, and three Vitruvian Warriors in white armor stepped from a golden Portal.
They eyed the cartographer, then the surrounding armada of Skrull warships, and smirked in disdain.
"Captain, looks like the locals have already corralled the target for us," one quipped.
The lead Captain nodded, tone flat.
"Quick strike: eliminate the cartographer, then clear away these bothersome green bugs."
Queen Veranke watched the three Vitruvians appear.
She found them different from the Guardians of the Galaxy envoys she'd expected, but no matter—her aim was to snare every powerhouse present.
Then have the Super-Skrulls assimilate their powers.
Still unaware of her mistake, Veranke ordered the assault.
"Fire!"
At her command, hundreds of Skrull warships—previously cloaked—shimmered into view.
Torrents of plasma fire rained upon the three Vitruvians.
Simultaneously, a dozen Super-Skrulls struck.
One stretched Mister Fantastic–like arms sheathed in The Thing's rocky hide.
Another blazed with Human Torch flames, hurling colossal fireballs.
A third tried to trap the Vitruvians within an Invisible Woman Force Field.
The sudden onslaught caught the trio off guard.
Mighty though they were, the coordinated, power-laden saturation attack left them reeling.
One Vitruvian took flames and cannon-fire head-on; though not mortally wounded, his white armor was scorched black.
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Another was hit by subsonic waves emitted by a Black Bolt ability mimic, painfully covering his ears.
"Damn bugs!"
The leading Captain roared, smashing the rocky arm that was entangling him with a punch.
The powerful force even caused the Super Skrull's main body to vomit blood.
But he was soon overwhelmed by more enemies.
"We are under attack!" He quickly sent a signal.
Queen Velank watched the three Vitruvian People being suppressed on the screen, a victorious smile on her face.
"It seems that the so-called Guardians of the Galaxy are nothing more than this..."
However, before Veranke could finish her words...
The entire sky of the Planet was suddenly torn apart!
Thousands of Portals, emitting golden light, appeared densely in the sky above the Planet, like countless enraged golden pupils!
Immediately afterward, endless figures in white battle suits poured out of those Portals like locusts.
Regent Praxag personally led tens of thousands of Vitruvian Warrior, descending.
"Your Majesty... what... what is that?!"
The Skrulls on the bridge let out terrified screams.
Veranke's smile froze on her face, replaced by endless fear.
Praxag looked at the green Planet below, and then at the Skrull fleets that dared to hurt his compatriots, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"For the King! For the Empire!"
He raised his arm, his voice resounding throughout the galaxy like thunder.
"Kill!!!"
Tens of thousands of Vitruvian Warrior roared deafeningly at the same time.
The black torrent descended from the sky, instantly engulfing the Skrulls' proud fleet, engulfing the prosperous imperial Planet.
This was a one-sided massacre without any suspense.
The Skrulls' fleet was like fragile toys in the face of the Vitruvian People's powerful bodies.
Their battleships were easily torn open, and their defense systems were useless in the face of absolute power.
Those invincible Super Skrulls seemed so ridiculous in front of the thousands of Vitruvian People who were just as powerful as them.
Their Fire could not burn the enemy's skin, and their power could not shake the enemy's body.
They were easily caught, and then torn to pieces alive.
Praxag personally descended on the Skrull palace, and with one punch, he blasted Queen Velank and her throne into the Planet's core.
The battle ended in less than a minute.
The entire Skrull Planet had become a burning ruin.
Praxag stood on the ruins of the palace, looked at the cartographer who had long been forgotten in the corner, and blasted him with a punch.
Then, he activated the information sending system that covered the entire Universe.
A cold voice full of iron-blooded will instantly spread to every corner of this Universe.
It was transmitted to the ears of every advanced civilization that was paying attention to this crisis.
"Listen, all life in the Universe, we are the Vitruvian Empire."
"The Skrulls dared to offend the King's majesty, and now they have turned into cosmic dust."
"From today on, this Universe will usher in a new order."
"Submit to our only King, the great Bai Ye."
"Or, like the Skrull Empire, be completely erased."
"This is not a threat, it is an advice."
"Now..."
Praxag's voice paused, as if announcing the beginning of a feast.
"The hunt, continues."
As his voice fell, the figures of tens of thousands of Vitruvian Warrior rose into the sky again, turning into a black torrent.
They poured into those golden Portals leading to unknown Universes, bringing the will of their King to the entire Multiverse...Vitruvian Star
On the terrace of the palace, Bai Ye quietly closed his eyes.
His vast soul power crossed the barriers of countless Universes, maintaining a link with every Vitruvian squad sent out.
He was like the most efficient central processing unit, simultaneously processing battlefield information from tens of millions of different Universes.
He could feel the warriors' fanaticism and see the destruction of the cartographer.
He could also hear the wailing of countless Universes under their iron-blooded methods.
He knew what kind of beasts he had released, but that was exactly what he wanted.
The Beyonders' experiment observed the choices of life when faced with despair.
And he gave the entire Multiverse a new option, using more thorough and crazy violence to fight against that predetermined destruction.
Stopping killing with killing, and controlling violence with violence.
Since the chessboard was destined to be destroyed, smash it to pieces before it is destroyed.
His soul shuttled through countless battlefields, and finally, it was fixed on a few interesting scenes.
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...In a Parallel Universe, a certain abandoned mining Planet.
A huge cartographer was standing quietly in the canyon of this abandoned Planet, seemingly carrying out some kind of deployment.
And at the other end of the canyon, the purple giant Thanos.
He was leading his Chitauri army and the Black Order, searching for the Power Stone hidden here.
Just as he was about to succeed, five figures appeared in front of them like white ghosts without any warning.
"The King's target is ahead."
The leader of the Vitruvian squad glanced at the cartographer in the distance.
Then he cast his indifferent gaze on the Thanos army blocking their way.
"Clear all obstacles."
"Courting death!"
Upon hearing this, Proxima Midnight was the first to attack in anger.
The spear in her hand turned into a stream of light, stabbing straight at the head of the Vitruvian Captain!
However, the Captain didn't even dodge, he just casually raised his hand and accurately grabbed the tip of the spear.
Crack!
In Proxima Midnight's horrified gaze, the divine weapon personally forged by Thanos was crushed into pieces by him.
"What?!"
"Too slow."
The Captain's figure disappeared in place in an instant, and the next second, he was already in front of Proxima Midnight, throwing a punch.
There was no energy burst, no gorgeous special effects, only pure power.
Proxima Midnight didn't even let out a scream before she and her armor turned into pieces.
"Kill them!"
Corvus Glaive roared and charged up with the other Black Order.
Before Black Dwarf's giant axe could fall, one of the warriors grabbed the axe handle, lifted him and the axe together, and smashed them at Corvus Glaive like a flail.
The two melee tanks under Thanos rolled together like gourds, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard clearly.
Ebony Maw's telekinesis had just been activated when one of the warriors approached him at a faster speed and punched through his chest.
Supergiant's mental control was like a breeze to these battle races with wills like steel, and another warrior easily crushed her head.
The Black Order was wiped out in just a few rounds...righteousness.
Thanos stood in place, watching his proud generals being easily crushed like ants, and a dignified expression appeared on his face for the first time.
"Who exactly are you people?"
The Vitruvian Captain slowly landed in front of him, followed by four teammates who were also unscathed.
"We are warriors of the Vitruvian Empire," the Captain's voice was cold.
"And you are blocking the path for us to complete our mission."
Thanos looked at them and suddenly smiled, his laughter filled with anger.
"Very good! It has been a long time since someone dared to talk to me like this. Do you think you are qualified to challenge me just by killing a few of my men? I am destiny! I am..."
Before he could finish his villainous declaration, the five Vitruvian Warrior had lost their patience and moved at the same time.
"513" Five white figures rushed to Thanos in an instant from five different directions at speeds exceeding the speed of light.
Thanos' pupils shrank sharply, and before he could even react, he was simultaneously hit in the body by five fists containing the power to break a Planet!
Boom!!!
There was no scream, and there was no struggle.
The body of this cosmic tyrant, along with his indestructible armor, and his so-called destiny, were completely and cleanly erased at this moment, leaving not a trace of residue.
The five Vitruvian Warrior floated quietly in place, as if they had only done a trivial thing.
"Too much nonsense."
The squad Captain coldly commented, then turned around and flew towards the cartographer who had never moved from beginning to end...[1437] Universe, X-Mansion Lawn
At this time, the Avengers and the X-Men were fighting fiercely on the lawn of the X-Academy because of the Phoenix issue.
Iron Man's palm cannons and Cyclops's impact beams collided in the air, Hulk was wrestling with Red Tank, and Thor's hammer was intertwined with Storm's lightning.
Just as they were fighting inextricably, a huge cartographer tore through space and descended on Earth.
The two groups stopped instantly, looking in shock at this common and greater threat.
However, before they could react, a golden Portal unfolded above the cartographer, and four Vitruvian Warrior flew out of it.
They completely ignored the Avengers and X-Men who were confronting each other below, their eyes only on that huge mission target.
"Target confirmed."
"Start clearing."
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The quartet formed a perfect attack formation, turning into four streams of light, simultaneously crashing towards the cartographer from four different directions!
Boom!!!
Under the stunned gazes of the two groups of heroes, the giant robot that made them feel threatened for their lives was like being simultaneously hit by four bunker-buster missiles.
It disintegrated from the inside out, eventually exploding into a huge fireworks display in space.
After doing all this, the four Vitruvian Warriors didn't even glance at the heroes below before opening Portals again and disappearing without a trace.
Leaving behind on the lawn of the X-Mansion, a group of Avengers and X-Cops looking at each other in dismay, doubting their very existence... Similar stories are unfolding in every corner of the Multiverse.
The warriors of the Vitruvian Empire are like the most efficient cleanup program.
They are frantically destroying the Beyonders' plans with an absolute violence that makes no sense.
They don't care about the life or Death of the native civilizations, the heroes' ideals, or even the definition of good and evil.
They only execute the orders from their one and only king, Bai Ye.
And at this moment, Bai Ye, sitting on the throne, is enjoying all of this.
He knows that this cartographer assassination event, which he personally initiated and swept across the entire Multiverse, is just the beginning.
"Now..."
Bai Ye watched what was happening in the Multiverse, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an arc.
"It's your turn to make a move, Beyonders."
"Don't you like hiding behind the scenes? Then let's see if you take action."
Bai Ye's cartographer hunting plan in the Multiverse continues.
Their action logic is simple and pure: locate the target, destroy the target, and go to the next target.
Just as Bai Ye expected, the chaos he stirred up on the chessboard finally attracted the attention of the chess players... In a Parallel Universe,
On a dying Planet, this Universe has reached its end.
In the sky, a huge, burning Earth is slowly pressing down.
Forming a sharp contrast with the blue Planet underfoot that has long lost its vitality.
The Universe collision has entered its final countdown.
A huge cartographer is quietly standing on this dead land, seemingly recording the final parameters of this Universe.
A team of ten Vitruvian elite warriors has arrived here.
"Captain, this Planet is beyond saving," a team member reported through mental communication.
"We can feel that its life is about to be extinguished."
The leading Captain nodded, his gaze indifferently swept across this doomsday scene, without the slightest pity.
"Then let it die a clean Death. Eliminate the target, and we leave."
However, just as they were about to take action, an unprecedented, heart-palpitating, terrifying pressure descended without warning!
The space of the entire Universe seemed to be frozen at this moment.
The sky was no longer a scarlet doomsday scene, but turned into a pure, pale white.
Immediately afterwards, huge silver cracks, like wounds cut open by sharp blades, appeared on the white sky.
"What is that?!"
A young Vitruvian Warrior looked at the sky in horror.
From those silver cracks, figures wearing black robes and holding Silver Staffs slowly walked out.
They have no physical bodies, as if they are composed of pure magic, rules, and order itself.
There are not many of them, only a few.
But the pressure they exude is far more terrifying than any enemy the Vitruvian Warriors have encountered before.
"Variable has been detected."
"Chaos must be eliminated."
One of the Black-Robed Priests slowly raised his staff and aimed it at the Vitruvian squad below.
He opened his mouth and uttered a cold syllable that did not belong to any known language.
[Exile]
The rules were rewritten at this moment.
The Vitruvian Warrior who was pointed at, his powerful body that could withstand a supernova explosion.
Actually became illusory in an instant, as if to be forcibly erased from this reality!.
"What?!"
All the Vitruvian Warriors present were stunned by the Black-Robed People's power of rules.
For the first time, they encountered an enemy who could harm them from the level of rules!
"For the King!"
After a brief shock, there was endless anger!
The Vitruvian Captain roared and led the remaining team members, turning into white streamers, rushing towards the Black-Robed Priests in the sky without fear of Death!
However, what awaited them was more cold order.
[Imprisonment]
A warrior rushing in the front suddenly stopped in mid-flight, trapped in place by a cage made of spatial laws.
[Decay]
Another warrior, screaming, began to rapidly decompose the constituent material of his body, degenerating from an organic life form to an inorganic substance.
This is a massacre, a dimensionality-reducing massacre carried out by higher-dimensional beings against lower-dimensional creatures.
The Vitruvian People's proud strength, speed, and defense seemed so ridiculous and powerless in front of these Black-Robed Priests who could speak the law.
At this time, on the royal palace throne of Vitruvian Planet, Bai Ye looked at the mysterious Black-Robed People's power of law and became interested.
"Interesting."
Seeing this, Bai Ye slowly stood up from the throne.
He knew that this was not the Beyonders' method.
The Black-Robed Priests in front of him, what they used was order, rules, a nearly cold-blooded correction behavior.
Bai Ye's figure disappeared from the throne in an instant and went to his destination... Parallel Universe, on the battlefield where the Black-Robed People were.
Just as the Vitruvian squad was about to be completely eliminated.
A calm voice suddenly resounded throughout the Universe.
"Hmm? Dark Priests?"
All the Black-Robed Priests stopped their movements in an instant, and they raised their heads in unison and looked at the void.
Bai Ye's figure appeared silently in front of them.
He just stood there quietly, and all the surrounding chaotic laws subsided.
The magic applied to the Vitruvian Warriors disappeared in an instant as if they had encountered a nemesis.
The leading Black-Robed Priest slowly took off his hood, revealing a face that Bai Ye was very familiar with, but also very Strange.
That was Doctor Strange Stephen Strange, but his eyes were no longer Strange from most Universes that Bai Ye knew.
The original wisdom and kindness had turned into endless fatigue and cold determination.
He still wore the eye of agamotto around his neck, which no longer had a green light.
He looked at Bai Ye in front of him, and a trace of vigilance and confusion flashed in his eyes.
"Who are you?" Strange's voice was hoarse.
"Your power does not belong to any known Universe, are these violent warriors your subordinates?"
Bai Ye looked at the Strange in front of him, and Divine Talent quickly analyzed his situation.
Soon Bai Ye concluded that this Strange was from the 616 Main Universe.
And the Strange in front of him did not have the memory of the last time they met.
Obviously, this belongs to Stephen Strange, who became a Dark Priest in the future timeline.
He clearly had prevented Stephen Strange of the Main Universe from going in this direction before.
Unexpectedly, this still exists in the future, this Dark Priest version of Doctor Strange.
Tsk tsk, I have to say, the time theory of the Marvel Universe is really unpredictable.
Bai Ye knew the entire story of this Sorcerer Supreme.
He knew about his struggle to form the Illuminati, and he knew about the countless painful choices he made to fight against Universe collisions.
According to the original book, he finally embarked on this path of trying to play the role of a Universesurgeon after countless failures.
Striving to save the Multiverse and everyone by himself.
Bai Ye did not answer Strange's question, but instead opened his mouth with a smile and directly called out his name.
"Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme of Kamar-Taj, I have admired you for a long time."
Listening to the person on the opposite side accurately reveal his origins, Strange's pupils shrank suddenly.
"How do you know me?!"
"I know far more than you think." Bai Ye's eyes swept over the Black-Robed Priests behind him.
"For example, I know the purpose of your organization."
Strange's face changed completely, and the Priests behind him immediately assumed a fighting stance.
"You consider yourselves to be surgeons of the Multiverse."
Bai Ye's voice was calm, dissecting the deepest secrets of Strange's heart.
"Since the Beyonders are going to destroy all Universes, then you take action in advance to eliminate those Universes that you think are beyond saving, in order to preserve the spark of life on another Earth."
"You think you are performing a great, necessary Universe-level surgery, right?"
Strange's body trembled slightly, and he felt an icy chill from the bottom of his heart as he looked at the man in front of him who seemed to see through everything.
These secrets were only known to him alone, and he had never told anyone else.
So, how did this person know?!
"Who the hell are you?"
"I'm just a passing god." Bai Ye shrugged.
"So, you think what you are doing is right?"
"This is the only choice!" Strange's voice was suppressed and painful.
"I used the Time Stone to see countless futures, and all the endings have only one..."
"That is destruction! The Beyonders cannot be defeated!"
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"All our resistance, all our struggles, are meaningless before them!"
As he spoke, Strange's emotions flared.
"So, if every Universe is doomed to be destroyed, all we can do is choose."
"Choose to save the Universes that still hold hope, the ones more worthy of salvation!"
"And you…"
Strange paused, his gaze turning cold once more.
He pointed at the regrouped Vitruvian Warriors behind Bai Ye and said icily:
"Your chaotic destruction only hastens the Death of every Universe."
"You are a virus—chaos that must be purged."
Bai Ye listened quietly to Strange's speech, then suddenly laughed and said:
"An amusing theory, Sorcerer."
He looked at Strange, eyes full of mockery.
"But have you ever considered that the future you saw was merely the one the Beyonders allowed you to see?"
"Your so-called surgery is nothing more than following their script, tidying up the lab for them."
Bai Ye's words struck like lightning, searing Strange's heart.
"What did you say?"
Strange's eyes widened, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
"Your path is a dead end."
Bai Ye's smile faded, replaced by supreme majesty.
"And I will carve a brand-new path for this Multiverse."
He stared at Strange and slowly asked the most fundamental—and fatal—question.
"Who gave you the right to decide which Universe lives and which dies?"
The question crashed like a hammer of judgment upon Strange's exhausted soul.
Strange's body shuddered; pain surfaced on a face numbed by countless lives.
"Right?"
Strange muttered, then jerked his head up, bloodshot eyes wild, voice hoarse.
"I never craved power—I crave salvation! Survival!"
He pointed at the two Earths drifting ominously together in the sky, voice rising in agony.
"Can't you see?! This is reality—only one of the two Universes can survive!"
"It is the law of the cosmos, the final embodiment of entropy! This is no choice—it is inevitable!"
"I used the Time Stone to glimpse countless futures~!"
Realizing something he refused to face, Strange almost roared.
"I saw every hero fall, every civilization wail, every Universe fade to nothing!"
"Everything I do—sacrificing the hopeless universes—is only to keep one last ark afloat on this doomed sea of life!"
"You ask who gave me the right?"
Strange gave a bitter laugh, eyes brimming with bottomless sorrow.
"It was those endless failures, those infinite despairs, that granted me this cursed, inescapable right!"
Behind him, the Black-Robed Sorcerers raised their staves.
Silver order-energy swirled around them; they clearly believed in Strange's creed without question.
Bai Ye listened quietly to his roar, expression unreadable.
He understood Strange's pain; as a transmigrator, he knew better than anyone what the Sorcerer Supreme had paid to guard his Universe.
But understanding did not mean agreement.
"Finished?"
Bai Ye's calm voice doused Strange's fire like a basin of ice water.
Bai Ye stepped forward and said slowly:
"Strange, I admit you are a great hero."
"You possess unwavering will, noble character, and a spirit of self-sacrifice."
He paused, then his tone turned icy.
"But your greatest flaw isn't your choice—it's your ignorance."
"You think you've seen every future? No, you've seen only what the Beyonders wished you to see."
"You believe you're performing grand cosmic surgery? No, you're merely playing the most zealous and pitiful Joker in their script."
"Your so-called ark is nothing more than the cage they'll use to hold the surviving lab mice after the experiment ends."
"You—!"
Strange's face went ashen; every word from Bai Ye felt like a dagger driven straight into his weakest spot.
Bai Ye studied Strange's pale face and asked back,
"You don't believe me?"
"Then tell me, Strange—you've used the Time Stone to view countless futures. Did you ever see me?"
Strange froze at Bai Ye's words.
His mind raced, replaying the endless visions of tomorrow.
He saw his own Death, the fall of heroes, everything known and unknown.
Yet in every one of those futures, the man before him never appeared.
He was like a ghost conjured from nothing—an absolute variable that belonged to no script.
"Seems you understand now."
Bai Ye shook his head at Strange's shattered expression.
"Your path was wrong from the start; you keep hunting for answers within the rules."
"But you never thought to break the ones who wrote them!"
As the words fell, purple-gold divine light flared in Bai Ye's eyes.
A pressure far more terrifying than a Universe collision smothered the space.
"Enough!"
Strange finally snapped from his daze, fury and dread replacing shock.
He couldn't accept that the road he'd sacrificed everything for was a joke.
"Whoever you are, wherever you're from!" His voice turned icy.
"Your uncontrollable chaos is the Multiverse's greatest threat! Dark Order!"
He raised his arm, declaring his stand and last defiance (Zhao Nuo's).
"Erase this paradox!"
"As commanded!"
Several black-robed mages lifted their staves in unison, chanting an ancient spell of order.
[Return to Dust]
[Causal Severance]
Concept-tier powers meant to erase a being turned into invisible chains, snaring Bai Ye and the Vitruvian Squad behind him.
Facing those rule-based attacks, Bai Ye only smiled in contempt.
"Playing with rules before me?"
He didn't even lift a hand—just a thought.
Buzz!
All the rule-force crashed into an unseen wall meters away and dissolved into nothing.
The black-robed mages were flung back like rag dolls, groaning, their staves shattering; their fates unknown.
"Impossible!"
Strange stared in disbelief.
"How can you ignore the rules?!"
"Simple—rules are made to be broken."
With that, Bai Ye ignored him.
He knew words could no longer sway this stubborn hero.
Only absolute reality could jolt him out of his self-righteous tragedy.
He turned and looked at the two Earths drifting together in the sky, brimming with ruin.
Under the stunned gaze of Strange and every surviving Vitruvian Warrior,
Bai Ye slowly raised his hands.
No energy gathered, no incantation spoken.
He simply stretched out his arms as if to embrace the two doomed Worlds.
"What are you doing?"
Strange's voice trembled with disbelief.
Bai Ye didn't answer; he merely wrapped his hands in Bio-Force Field—then his palms pierced the 660th spatial boundary, ignoring dimensional walls.
He effortlessly touched the two Universes that carried countless lives.
The Bio-Force Field easily coated both Universes, turning them into graspable solids.
Then he began to exert force.
"Split—now!"
Veins rose along Bai Ye's arms as monstrous strength surged through his hands into the Universes.
Rumble—!!
The twin Universes seemed to groan under unbearable strain.
Driven by the Beyonders' laws, those two Earths should have crashed and annihilated each other.
Yet an indescribable might wrenched them apart, forcibly separating their destinies.
Space reshaped, time reversed, causality rewritten!
Bai Ye's might blazed in full glory.
Strange watched dumbstruck, his heart—numbed by endless visions of ruin—stirred once more.
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At this moment, he was filled with an emotion more absolute than Death itself.
All his lifelong struggles, every sacrifice, every choice he'd clung to… had been reduced to a complete joke by a casual push from the man in front of him.
So there had never been a single, unique path after all.
The only reason was—he was too weak.
The two Universes were fully separated, returning to their respective dimensional planes and a safe distance apart.
Only then did Bai Ye slowly lower his hands, the whole process as effortless as breathing.
He turned for a final glance at Strange, whose face was hollow and whose faith had utterly collapsed.
"Now, Strange."
Bai Ye's voice was calm, yet it fell upon his soul like the final judgment.
"Will you still tell me your way is the only choice?"
Having said that, he ignored this pitiable hero and, turning to the Vitruvian Warriors behind him—who had long been stunned speechless—gave his order.
"Your mission here is complete."
"Next, proceed to the other Universes."
The Vitruvian Warriors instantly dropped to one knee, their eyes blazing with fanatical worship.
They had witnessed their King's creator-god might; the shock was seared into their very souls.
"By your command, King!"
Just as they were about to open Portals to return, Bai Ye's voice rang out again.
But this time it carried an unquestionable authority.
"When I say go home, I don't mean Planet Vitruv."
The warriors froze, staring at their King in bewilderment.
Bai Ye's gaze swept over them and seemed to pierce through endless dimensions, toward the countless Universes still teetering on the brink of chaos and ruin.
"The hunt is not over."
His calm words made every Vitruvian Warrior feel their blood ignite.
"The cartographers are merely the pawns those gods tossed down."
Across the Multiverse, countless Universes are being toyed with; your task is to keep hunting these vermin."
"Stir the water—stir it until it's murky. I want those lofty chess-players unable to see the board."
"ROAR!!!"
The Vitruvian Warriors instantly grasped their King's intent!
They let out a deafening roar, their will to fight blazing anew.
"Go."
Bai Ye waved his hand; several golden Portals unfurled before them, leading to fresh, unknown battlefields.
Without hesitation the warriors became streaks of white light and vanished through the gates.
With that done, Bai Ye prepared to open the way back to his own Universe.
But at that instant his brows drew together slightly.
An extremely faint yet unmistakable sense of disharmony flickered through his divine awareness.
It was no energy ripple, no magical disturbance, but something like the Universe itself malfunctioning.
"What is this?"
Bai Ye was instantly intrigued; he knew such a sensation could not be ordinary.
It meant some power was interfering with reality from a level higher than a single Universe.
He slowly lifted his gaze toward the seemingly empty void.
Purple light glimmered in his black pupils.
Through eyes that could see across the Multiverse, the World's outer skin began to peel away.
Matter, energy, time, space… all reduced to their most fundamental numbers.
His sight pierced cosmic barriers, crossed interdimensional membranes, and fixed upon the cosmic strings connecting all realities.
Following the source, Bai Ye's vision bored deeper until it locked upon a far-distant Universe.
There he saw an interesting scene.
Some fellows were actually making contact with a member of the Bannermen he had long wanted to meet…
Unknown Universe, Court of Creation
This was an indescribable battlefield.
No Planets, no galaxies—only a sea of pure creation-energy light.
Seven colossal, differently shaped figures stood silently within that radiant ocean.
They were the gardeners of Universes, the guardians of order, the oldest and mightiest beings below the Living Tribunal and the Cosmic Deities.
They were the Celestials!!!
Yet now, all seven silent Celestials simultaneously assumed combat stances.
The energy coursing through them—enough to create or annihilate Universes—erupted in torrents of destructive beams that blasted toward their common foe.
Their enemy was a gigantic white robot.
Its size rivaled that of any member of the Celestials.
Its entire body was forged from an unknown, mirror-smooth, snow-white substance.
It bore a standard humanoid silhouette, yet every joint revealed a precision and perfection far beyond this Universe's comprehension.
It had no features—its face was an absolutely smooth plane—but everyone could feel it watching.
It simply stood there, letting the Celestials' Universe-erasing attacks crash against its frame.
Yet every strike vanished the instant it touched that alabaster surface, as though an invisible eraser had wiped it away… "Lower Transcendents."
Watching the scene unfold in the Celestials' Universe, Bai Ye slowly spoke the name.
A rare trace of seriousness crossed his face.
He knew exactly what this was: the lowest servants of the Beyonders, tools sent to sweep the lab and erase variables.
Usually such thralls wielded only Multiverse-level might.
"So my Vitruvian legion has finally caught the players' eye; are they ready to clear the gods off the board?"
Bai Ye could feel the white robot radiating pure erasure.
Its mission was clear: kill every god-level being in this Universe.
"Interesting."
"Since you've made your move, I'd be rude not to answer."
A frigid glint flashed through Bai Ye's eyes.
Without hesitation the space around him rippled like water.
The next instant he vanished—Court of Creation.
When Bai Ye reappeared, he stood on the edge of the war of gods.
The clash between Celestials and Lower Transcendents raged on, terrifying energy blasts making the very cosmos groan.
Yet Bai Ye's gaze did not fix on the white robot first.
He turned toward the far side of the battlefield.
There, a darkness that devoured all light hovered in silence.
At its center, a familiar figure leaned on the black death sword, watching the fight with interest—Nyx, the god of the symbiotes.
"I knew I'd find you here."
Nyx didn't turn; his hoarse voice sounded directly in Bai Ye's ear.
"You always show up wherever the noise is loudest."
"Long time no see, Nyx."
Bai Ye smiled and in a flash stood beside him.
"Seems you got the invitation too."
Nyx turned, scarlet eyes sizing Bai Ye up, surprise flickering within them.
"You've grown stronger." He could sense Bai Ye's aura was even more unfathomable than before.
"Likewise."
Bai Ye's gaze swept the restless darkness behind Nyx.
"Looks like you've called all your children home."
The two exchanged a smile, wordless understanding flowing between them.
They were apex predators of the Multiverse, the very top of the food chain.
And now, at that summit, they shared a common foe.
Just then the white Lower Transcendent seemed to finish gathering data on the Celestials.
Its smooth, featureless face slowly turned toward Bai Ye and Nyx.
A voice devoid of emotion spoke in both their minds.
"Target acquired."
"Variable detected."
"Per supreme directive: eliminate anomalies threatening the experiment."
The white robot broke off its duel with the Celestials, its body reshaping into a colossal ivory concept-blade.
With the will to erase all, the white sword slashed straight at Bai Ye and Nyx!
"At last!"
Mad battle-lust ignited in Nyx's eyes.
"Let's see what power the lackeys of those beyond-realm gods truly hold!"
With a roar Nyx's black death sword swelled.
The ocean of Symbiotes behind him surged into a sky-devouring dragon, howling as it met the concept-blade head-on.
Darkness and pure white—two antithetical forces born of the void—collided with earth-shaking fury.
BOOM!!!
In that instant the entire Universe was stripped of sound.
Chapter 311
Nail's Symbiote dragon sparked beneath the blade of the Conceptual Sword.
His mad will had managed to block the sword's onslaught.
The instant Nail and the White Robot collided, Bai Ye moved.
He didn't meet force with force like Nail; instead, amethyst-gold divine light swirled in his eyes.
In a heartbeat, the power of Divine Talent parsed the source code of that Lower Transcendent.
"Just as I thought—a puppet programmed to erase gods."
Watching the White Robot wrestle with Nail, he curled his lips in mockery.
"You're only a program, and programs…"
Bai Ye vanished on the spot; the next second he stood behind the Lower Transcendent.
He gently pressed his palm against its sleek, icy back.
"…can be rewritten."
Bai Ye spoke softly, issuing a new command—one from a higher dimension.
"Self-delete."
Bzzt!
The Lower Transcendent locked up mid-grapple with Nail.
Its pristine white body flickered violently as two conflicting top-level directives crashed its logic core.
[Directive… conflict…]
[Purge… paradox…]
[Self… deletion…]
[Error… error… error…]
Under the stunned gaze of Nail and the distant Celestials, the terror that had pinned seven of their kind began to dismantle itself.
Pop~
With a sound like a bubble bursting,
the Lower Transcendent—emissary from beyond the veil—vanished cleanly.
The fight was over.
Nail recalled his Symbiote horde and stared at the man who had ended everything with a few words.
Crimson eyes showed real dread.
Bai Ye's strength had always been an unfathomable mystery to him.
"You—" "993."
"I know what you want to say; I told you—I'm just a passing Superman."
Having dealt with the Lower Transcendent, Bai Ye turned and smiled.
He then swept his gaze over the Celestials watching from afar.
"Looks like our new audience has plenty of questions."
Seven titanic, ancient Celestials hovered in the sea of light that was the Court of Creation.
They were the makers and judges of this Universe; for eons they had watched civilizations rise and fall, weighed their merits and sins.
Yet now their cosmos-spanning minds brimmed with confusion never felt before.
Moments ago they had been waging a hopeless war against the incomprehensible White Robot from beyond.
Then two equally unfathomable, even mightier beings arrived.
One of them erased the terror in a way they could not imagine.
Arishem the Judge slowly raised his arm.
A vast, ancient thought crossed space and sounded directly in Bai Ye and Nail's ears.
[Who are you?]
The question carried no emotion—pure inquiry toward the unknown.
Nail snorted, crimson eyes blazing with undisguised contempt for these gods.
As primordial darkness, he had opposed the life-creating Celestials since birth.
"We?"
Nail's raspy voice dripped sarcasm.
"We're the ones cleaning up your mess."
Bai Ye didn't bother answering Arishem immediately.
His gaze sharpened as he looked toward the seemingly empty zenith.
"They're here."
Nail and the Celestials' minds froze.
At that moment the Universe itself groaned as if under unbearable strain.
The energy-sea of the Court of Creation began to boil.
Laws of reality grew brittle; the fabric of space tore like canvas.
A huge, pure-white wound slowly opened at the horizon of sight.
It was no Portal, no rift—reality's outside showed its haughty face to those within for the first time.
From the nothingness devoid of matter or concept, three colossal White Robot forms emerged.
Like the first, they were Lower Transcendents.
Yet their size showed they far surpassed the one Bai Ye had just erased.
Their arrival brought no energy ripple, yet every soul present trembled in primal dread.
The Celestials' towering bodies looked tiny before these three giants.
Even the darkness that could swallow stars seemed to lose all meaning before them.
Because they were neither energy nor matter—they were the rules themselves.
A cold, indifferent thought echoed from the pure-white domain, reverberating in Bai Ye and Nail's ears.
[Test subject has undergone uncontrollable mutation.]
[Variable has accessed core privileges.]
[Per highest protocol: initiate format of this quadrant.]
[All paradoxes will be erased.]
This was no proclamation; it was a fatal Death notice.
In their eyes, Bai Ye and Nail—even the Celestials—were merely anomalous data to be purged.
Before the words faded, one of the Beyonder automatons slowly raised a hand.
No light, no sound.
Yet Bai Ye and Nail clearly saw every rule, every cause and effect, every timeline in the Universe forcibly selected.
Then the delete command took effect. This wasn't an attack—it was an uninstall.
"Hahaha…"
At a moment that would drive any god to despair, Nail burst into frenzied laughter.
"Delete?! You think I'm data you created?!"
His pitch-black form swelled; the Symbiote sea behind him became endless darkness, roaring toward the white domain.
"I was born of the void, raised in darkness! I existed before your so-called experiment ever began!"
"You think you can erase reality? I am the nothingness before reality was born!"
For the first time, Nail's darkness revealed its primordial god-form.
It turned into an abyss that devoured all concepts, slamming against the Beyonder's all-deleting white will.
The entire Universe shuddered; countless galaxies winked in and out of existence from the aftershock.
The Celestials joined forces to raise a titanic energy barrier, barely shielding their Universe.
Yet though Nail's darkness was mighty, it began to retreat before the combined will of three Lower Transcendents.
The white radiance visibly eroded and purified his darkness.
"See that?"
Bai Ye's voice suddenly sounded in Nail's mind.
"They're strong, but not invincible. Their power comes from standing outside the Multiverse; they can rewrite anything inside at will."
As the white will compressed his darkness, Nail roared, "So what's your plan?!"
"Simple."
Violet-gold divine light swirled in Bai Ye's calm eyes.
"Since they can stand outside the Multiverse…"
"We just drag them inside it."
After explaining to Nail, Bai Ye acted.
He released no wild energy; he simply closed his eyes.
His consciousness sank to a level beyond logic and reality.
Violet light flared—Divine Talent erupted.
"The Beyonders rewrite rules because they stand outside them, like Programmers editing code."
"I'm also from Outside the Wall—truer than the Beyonders' fake wall."
"As a real outsider, I'm Marvel's biggest bug."
"So I too can edit code; I just lacked the knowledge to show it."
"After everything, Divine Talent keeps digging out my hidden power."
"If I can be a Programmer like them, I should have edit rights."
"Their strength comes from a link beyond the Multiverse."
"I can't fully sever it yet, but I can freeze this Universe's code snippet."
"Once frozen, they'll disconnect from the Back-end Server—just a Front-end program."
"Exactly!"
As Divine Talent finished its last deduction, Bai Ye's eyes snapped open.
A will beyond every concept erupted from him.
Not energy, not magic—pure, unreasonable heart-force.
"Give me—"
Bai Ye's muscles flexed; violet-gold light burst out, illuminating the dying Universe.