Chapter 588: Why Don

"Sorry, it's all because Meng Qi is such a show-off that none of you got a chance to appear."

Su Lin, feeling quite guilty, pressed one hand against Meng Qi's occiput, ignoring the bulging veins on his forehead, and applied pressure to make him bow apologetically toward the others.

"Come on, show some responsibility—say you're sorry."

"You! @#"

Meng Qi's face twitched—he really had perfected the art of the non-stick pot.

"Heh, we're perfectly happy to have some peace."

Inside the restored room, figures beside the 3D sand table displaying New York's entire geography shifted from spiritual form into physical bodies.

Saber Yan Sen, Shi Hao, Weigong Shilang

Archer Lu Mu Yuan

Lancer Zhong Li

Rider Ye Fan, Lu Mingfei

Berserker Li Huowang

Assassin Zhou Mingrui (Klain Mo Leidi Asathos)

Caster Xiao Yan

【Watch that man】 warned the raven inside the Book of Fate.

'Danger?'

【No, I sense something familiar about him.】

'The Rancher?'

【Eh! He's just like your Raven Sister—a meddling matchmaker! Stay away from him!!!】

The raven screamed a frantic warning.

Huai Shi threw out a question mark.

Just then, Su Lin passed by Huai Shi on his way to the sand table, clapped him on the shoulder, and slipped a Class-7 Witch Elixir into his hand without notice.

"Under normal circumstances, mana replenishment is prohibited," Su Lin whispered. "If you're truly desperate, give this to your Servant."

Huai Shi glanced at his Command Seal, sensed Zhou Mingrui through the connection, and threw out a screenful of question marks.

I don't think there's anything wrong with me—it's you who's wrong.

"You've done an excellent job. We've decided to assign you to oversee the Special-Class Sealed Object."

Su Lin pointed at Zhou Mingrui and gave Huai Shi an encouraging look: "No, Assassin is yours."

【My red thread, which I just spent hours untangling, grew back?!】 The raven wailed, rolling around inside the Book of Fate:

【It's over! All is lost! You out there—remember this, you bastard!】

Are you sure the red thread that grew back is the same one, not some red thread from the Back Mountain range in Wyoming, USA?!

Do all you big shots have some weird kinks?!

Unaware of Huai Shi's horrified gaze, Su Lin turned his attention back to the sand table, where several spots showed cracks slowly repairing themselves.

"That team's strength and hidden cards are quite formidable."

Yan Sen rubbed his chin. "Under normal circumstances, other contestants would struggle to handle them."

"It's clear they carry more fragments than anyone else," Su Lin waved his hand toward the sand table, and several Sky Fragments flew out, distributing themselves onto each person.

"Ye Ge, uh, Brother Su," Ge Xiaolun slapped his own mouth and raised his right hand. "What's going on here?"

"I took them to the Heroic Spirit Registry to log their information and acquired some Noble Phantasms," Su Lin explained.

"Go through the formalities together—when the next batch of reincarnators arrives, you can infiltrate the enemy side."

The fragments he had just distributed were part of his own cultivated share, exceeding the average amount carried by each reincarnator, and could generate a certain degree of convergence effect.

Su Lin then placed several VR headsets on the table.

"And this—use your Heroic Spirit identities, and they'll use Player identities."

The Type-Moon universe has entered, and with the Skylight power allowing backend operations within a certain range of this omniversal space, the Player channel of the Fourth Catastrophe can now be utilized.

Though these permissions lose effectiveness outside the universe, if you can use them, why not?

Still, it's strange.

He currently holds an Administrator (God of Stories) business license, possesses Skylight operational authority, and has performed some metaphysical maneuvers.

Logically speaking, even if not a hundred percent guarantee, it should be at least 98 percent secure.

Yet now he felt an inexplicable—

An inexplicable feeling.

As if a fusion of latent, perilous, malicious, deliberately targeted warnings were doing a dance on his heart.

Given his current station, nothing happens without cause.

"Some villain wants to assassinate me," Su Lin glanced at Meng Qi, ignoring the faintly aimed Mad Blade Overlord and the unknown version of the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation, and asked:

"Tai Chu Hao Tian, do you have any insights?"

"I'd like to ask you about your insights regarding the First Sky, Tai Chu Hao Tian," Meng Qi, sensing the others' gazes, slightly relaxed his guard.

"No," Su Lin shook his head.

"But I feel the First Sky's authority over this universe is excessive."

Even if reincarnators smuggled fragments in bit by bit to revive them in this omniversal space, calculations suggest it shouldn't be this extreme.

Even Logos has become the new Living Tribunal.

With His cooperation, Su Lin can, to a certain extent, achieve full alignment between the two universes—origin overlay, history correction, law restriction, and more.

For example,

He can impose limits on multiversal powers native to this universe, such as the Infinity Stones, the Phoenix Force, the Chaos Force, and others.

Otherwise, this sandbox might not be enough for these spirits to wreak havoc in.

"Perhaps there's some connection to the original Creator God," Meng Qi asked with a sliver of hope:

"You're not suddenly going to turn into the final boss and attack us, are you?"

He had one good piece of news and one bad piece of news to share with the others in the group. The good news: the enemy on the other side is First Firmament. The bad news: this First Firmament might be Su Lin.

But due to the source of information being too ineffable, Meng Qi chose to refrain from provoking the other side for now.

"What do you mean?"

"Have you ever considered why you have the Light of Firmament in your hands?"

"Bought it."

"."

Meng Qi really wanted to rip this guy's pants off and see what kind of sourcing channel let him act so smug.

"Why specifically this one?"

"Luck."

"All gifts of fate have long been marked with a price tag in secret; Tai Chu Hao Tian translated into English is First Firmament."

"."

This left Su Lin speechless, and even Su Su Tuoni Stark, who had just been about to drink, dropped his stainless steel cup to the floor with a crisp clatter.

Meng Qi gave Seeing Huaishi a glance to hold his tongue, then continued:

"Have you considered the possibility that you yourself were originally First Firmament—or even something stronger—and then split, reincarnated, and reborn onto another Earth?"

"In male-targeted novels, nine out of ten flop."

Su Lin thought the other was about to say something, and sneered, waving his hand: "Who nowadays has a protagonist who's a mighty being reincarnating and finding their past-life ultimate treasure?"

A hand quietly rose behind them all.

Su Lin's smile vanished: "Sorry, Liu Li Ge."

"It's fine," Han Li said.

In a bar on a New York street, the TV screen was broadcasting footage of last night's divine miracle.

"Alright, now we can confirm DC is the source of all evil," Deadpool grabbed Constantine's trench coat collar and yanked him out of his chair:

"I'm not heartbroken over you for the first time, Keanu Reeves."

"I'm John, John Constantine, and I've told you before—you're this senile idiot!" Constantine spat out a puff of secondhand smoke.

Wolverine Morgan's whiskey had already overflowed his glass; brown liquid streamed down the cup, onto the table, and pooled on the floor as he stared blankly at the TV, listening to the psychiatric host's script:

【Odin, God, the Three Pure Ones—these supreme beings currently reside in Stark Tower. Representatives from the Taoist Association, the Vatican, and the EU Joint Consulate are actively contacting Su Su Tuoni Stark.】

Fanatical believers still gather beneath Stark Tower; New York City's transportation is massively paralyzed, and the police force is overwhelmed by the sheer number of self-surrendering criminals.

Let's turn the camera to the scene: a man waving a hammer, emotionally agitated, is being carried away by several angels.

"I'm Thor! Let me in, Odin—are you inside?!"

"This is fucking insane," Logan stared at the TV and said. "Spending too long with a bunch of lunatics made me one too."

Constantine sat back down, casually tossed his cigarette butt aside, but was met with a glare from the waiter wearing a cross; the man pointed to a brand-new no-smoking sign.

"Only people with manners go to heaven after death."

"Then I wish you heaven."

Constantine replied, and the waiter happily picked up the cigarette butt.

Fuck

This is an underground bar—now you can't even find a single joint!

"See that?" Deadpool snatched the remote and kept flipping channels—even Family Guy had become Nice Family today:

"It's begun! Your DC's Goodman has arrived in this world with His archangels!"

"All timelines are knotting up, and His next move will be to sit at the table with that group of Multiverse Devourers and swallow one universe after another!"

"It's all your DC's fault, got it?!"

Constantine no longer wanted to talk to this loquacious idiot—he'd grown used to it along the way.

Constantine gave his final warning: "He is also First Firmament of this universe."

"Oh~ That's so well said. Want to see who that bald archangel is?" Deadpool pointed at the woman on screen calling herself Ku Yi and said:

"Gabriel cut his hair when he came with God?"

"Is that black-winged one Luxi? When did they make up, father and son?"

"You've never even seen Gabriel or Luxi," Constantine shook his empty cigarette pack, letting out a despairing sigh:

"Can we stop talking about movie actors?"

Along the way, Constantine had clearly realized this guy was the type who offloaded his negative emotions onto others.

"Even if you want me to take responsibility, all I can do is send you to heaven," Constantine slapped a revolver on the table. "Weapons and bullets blessed and consecrated by Him."

"." Deadpool paused slightly, then obediently put down the remote and sat back in his seat.

After a long while, as the chaos on the TV gradually calmed and New York's order slowly restored under the guidance of the "Divine Oracle," Nyaa Zi returned carrying a bloodstained crowbar.

"Where did you go?"

"Other timelines. Collected entry tickets."

Nyaa Zi tossed three right hands bearing Command Seals onto the table and cheerfully wiped the blood from her face.

"My god, this craftsmanship is amazing," Deadpool picked up the right hand with a clean, precise cut at the wrist. "But sorry, Nyaa-chan, I don't have any special fetishes."

"These are Command Seals," Nyaa Zi said, glancing at the three of them:

"You've all seen the movies?"

Constantine and Deadpool nodded; Logan looked utterly confused.

"They hold the Holy Grail War in this world," Nya-ko paused, then said:

"That Holy Grail from the movies—the one capable of influencing countless multiverses and granting any wish."

"It is a treasure so magnificent that even the Creator God would gasp in awe, and not a single duplicate exists across all heavens and worlds."

"The victor may grant any wish—whether reviving the dead or altering history beyond the repair of the Time Administration Bureau."

As she spoke, she watched Logan slowly regain his composure, a sly smile curling at her lips.

"Why would they do this?" Deadpool lowered his wrist, his tone serious.

"I remember that ultimate sister-obsessed Supreme Sword Sect—he killed every god and demon who dared lay a hand on the Holy Grail before he fell."

"I don't believe they'd allow anyone else to use the Holy Grail to make wishes," Constantine said.

"The First Heaven is forging its own cosmic history, so the authenticity of the Holy Grail's wishes is unquestionable."

Without hesitation, Nya-ko revealed to them the plans of the Cycle Space and the First Heaven.

After arriving in this world, she gathered only basic intelligence—and from a portable magical bubble, she reached a conclusion:

Centered on the Holy Grail War, it connects to outer-universe laws to accelerate the disposal rate of Cycle Travelers, thereby speeding up the recovery of fragments.

Upon His return, He no longer needs Cycle Travelers to fabricate ambiguous, false legends blurring the line between truth and fiction—a single grand event sweeping all multiverses suffices as the ritual's condition.

She had also confirmed that the Marvel Universe's Yuanshi Tianzun had already "returned" into the body of the "Three Pure Ones" she had once met in the Type-Moon Universe.

This consolidation of legendary power from all infinite dimensional voids further proves the "Fallen God" is reclaiming all primordial origins!

"It's certain the other Supremes are also helping Him collect fragments."

Nya-ko picked up a wrist and said: "The multiversal legends created by the Supremes participating in the Holy Grail War can also be counted as part of the Heaven Universe's history."

"You know an awful lot," Constantine glanced at Nya-ko with cautious suspicion. "But won't we be discovered if we join the Holy Grail War?"

"I understand the Holy Grail system well enough—fabricating a false Master identity to slip in isn't a problem."

Nya-ko tapped her chin with her index finger, wearing a troubled expression:

"Oh dear~ But how do we get a Servant?"

"Using their system to summon Servants inevitably carries risks."

"This is troublesome—we need a famous superhero to become a Servant~~~"

Deadpool and Constantine fell into thought.

"Are you certain the Holy Grail can revive others?" Logan suddenly asked.

"It can revive an entire universe," Nya-ko nodded.

"How?" Logan slowly turned his head to ask.

Pfft—!

The crowbar pierced Logan's chest, right through his heart.

A mad smile crept across Nya-ko's lips:

"Just die once."