Chapter 592: DC Editorial Department

According to Nyaa-ko's optimistic, energetic secret technique, the "Chaos Universe Equation."

The Fallen Gods and the Multiversal Devourers are likely conducting a multi-threaded operation.

In another layer of the Void dimension, the world known as 'DC'—where all tangible universes born from the void were created by the Supreme God.

Logically, even if the Fallen God of the "Supreme Realm" had already collapsed all infinite dimensional creation myths, based on what I witnessed in the Type-Moon universe, even if He swallowed the Primordial Light Karosso, He still could not reach the point of instantly devouring the Supreme God.

In Nyaa-ko's prediction, the Supreme God would inevitably react, while Marvel's side relied on holding the Holy Grail War as a stratagem—precisely because they were exhausted but still refusing to yield.

However, reality unfolded slightly differently from the prediction.

"She's already trying to corrupt Yogg?" Nyaa-ko stood frozen.

Abigail hugged the doll against her chest and spoke quietly:

"From the First Gate to the Ultimate Gate, all the way to the Final Void beyond all planets, beyond all universes, beyond all matter."

"In the infinite dimensions beyond form, the Fallen God reversed all origins—past, present, and future—causing all existence to carry reversed corruption."

"The omniscient, omnipresent mad light is interfering; Father God cannot offer you aid from His all-seeing, all-knowing perspective—so only I can come."

"I'm also a Servant; I can participate in the Holy Grail War."

This was the part beyond prediction.

How is this speed possible?

Yogg, whose true form lies beyond all infinite dimensional universes, has been targeted.

It was as if the God on that side had been fallen from the very beginning, without even undergoing forced assimilation or resistance—both had already synchronized.

They left not even a moment's respite for other worlds.

Nyaa-ko's long, spiky hair tuft began to tremble; this situation exceeding expectations was truly hard to maintain composure.

"Whatever." After a long, dozens-of-seconds-long contemplation, Nyaa-ko blinked and tilted her head: "Besides, it's not me bearing the pressure."

Prioritize restoring Haotian and the God, both possessing dual mythic properties, with the Three Pure Ones as support—that must be their tactic.

We can ignore that side for now, but this universe absolutely cannot be devoured; otherwise, when that happens, the Omnipotent Universe originating from the First Heaven will be entirely consumed as nourishment for the other Multiversal Devourers.

Naturally, that includes the Fool.

During Nyaa-ko's analysis, Deadpool regenerated his body on the ground, and Constantine cautiously approached, pulling out a Huazǐ cigarette.

"You fucking bitch @! #"

As soon as Deadpool's vocal cords regrew, he unleashed every adjective he'd ever learned, playing a melodious piano piece inside the underground bar.

Nyaa-ko merely stared at Deadpool and said: "The DC Universe has fallen."

"But you can't kill him!!!" Deadpool said, enunciating each word:

"I don't give a damn about DC—Disney spent a fortune buying him back, and now you're letting him get killed before he even hits sixty?!"

"Think carefully, Wade," Nyaa-ko said, tossing the blood-smeared crowbar before Deadpool: "After this Omnipotent Universe is devoured, where will you and him run to?"

"The entire void will be targeted by the Multiversal Devourers—even death cannot escape the bondage of the Source."

"And he volunteered," Constantine added.

Deadpool's chest heaved violently; he spun around, pointing at Constantine, then slowly retracted his index finger, teeth clenched, lost in thought.

"Without Wolverine, my timeline will collapse again."

"Just bring him back again, then."

Nyaa-ko pointed to the ritual matrix drawn on the floor: "He didn't become a Servant for you—he did it to use the Holy Grail to save the people on his own timeline."

"That's what broke me!" Deadpool punched the marble bar with his fist, fracturing his own hand: "Fuck!!!"

Nyaa-ko shrugged and once again gutted Deadpool open.

"Is there no saving my side?"

Constantine watched Nyaa-ko dragging Deadpool, drawing a new circle on the ground with blood and organs.

"No idea~ But if we seal or destroy them in this world, we'll have plenty of leisure time afterward."

Nyaa-ko gestured for Constantine to stand in the center of the ritual with the severed hand: "Otherwise, nobody gets to play."

"Hohoho~ Really?" Deadpool spat blood as he cursed:

"You're counting on this little girl and a B-tier superhero to fight last night's 'High on Joy' or the Black Strange from the 'What If?' series?"

"The more dead participants, the more souls the Holy Grail collects, the more magical energy it accumulates, and the more fragments the First Heaven recovers," Nyaa-ko said, releasing Deadpool and clapping her hands:

"Every day, new people join this ritual's cycle, and we're right under their noses—if we want to do anything, we need allies."

"Allies?" Deadpool spread his hands:

"At this point, there's the Avengers, including a God of Iron—I think that's solid."

"We just need to stop this chaos and unite the Holy Grail War participants," Nyaa-ko's hair tuft slowly rotated as she asked:

"You remember what happened in Tiancheng, right?"

"We can expose the truth!"

"That's meaningless," Constantine shook his head: "And according to your earlier words, this universe's reality and history can be arbitrarily altered by Him."

"Do you know?" Nyaa-ko's smile returned; her hair tuft had just stopped, pointing directly at him:

"Travelers enter this world because they carry fragments of the First Heaven—that's why they're considered normal. But how exactly did you sneak in?"

"John, can you tell me?"

"What are you hiding?"

Constantine's pupils shrank; the cigarette he'd been holding between his fingers, just ignited by a tiny flame, abruptly went out.

"It seems we've never truly trusted each other," Nyaa-ko praised: "Well done, John~… but just a little short."

Constantine looked down at the summoning array beneath his feet—the crimson magical light blazed brightly, yet three details differed from the previous Servant summoning formation!

'Attention has been diverted'

The moment this thought arose, swollen, pus-dripping tentacles shot from the array, wrapping and binding Constantine, probing toward every part of his body.

Damn it!?

From Constantine's arms, the Spear of Destiny, wrapped in the Holy Shroud of Jesus, suddenly shot out as if stimulated.

Brilliant, pure light rippled forth from the blazing holy fire, revealing a figure clad in imperial robes, with countless illusory wings layered behind him, his face indistinct.

His long hair streamed downward, his eyes half-closed, suspended upside down and bound by thorns upon a pure white inverted cross.

Slowly, droplets of blood-tears brimming with infinite radiance trickled down, pooling beneath the cross to form an ocean embracing all colors.

Within the ocean were reflected countless ruined palaces of the Cloud Heaven.

Nyaa-ko's slightly vacant smile.

Fuck!

【A very, very long time ago, beyond Mount Buzhou, beyond the Chaos Sea, lived a group of immortal abominations and their leader, Azathoth.】

They were born from the primordial forces of cosmic laws, ageless, immortal, indestructible, cast out by all realms into the void dimensions, drifting aimlessly, homeless and forsaken.】

Filled with rage and hatred toward the universe, they drew power from resentment, fed on blood, and vented their endless loneliness with the blood of all living beings!】

On these abominations existed a memetic virus called 'Inverted,' capable of turning infected beings into their own kind without their awareness.】

In ancient times, after all beings across the realms were infected, supreme beings led by the Primordial God rose up, sacrificing their own primordial essence to purify the corrupted, correct history, and seal the blind, foolish outer god Azathoth.】

Due to the ancient curse of the immortal abominations, even when these supreme beings entered reincarnation and endured countless eons, upon their return they were mistaken by all beings as the World-Eater.】

All karmic burdens fell upon Lord Haotian; all sins of the heavens were laid upon the God.】

As the documentary film played out one heart-wrenching truth after another, Merlin sat in the screening room, scratching his head in confusion.

"Feels like something's off," he forced a stiff smile and asked, "So this is the real history?"

"That's right. Believe your eyes."

On the rooftop of the Empire State Building, Su Lin dispersed the live broadcast footage and said, "Don't underestimate my intel network!"

This move? This was a simple prediction—prepared precisely for this bunch of born schemers who always try to stir up big news.

Think you're one step ahead by being careless?

In truth, I already anticipated their anticipation—I'm standing at the highest layer, viewing everything with omniscient eyes, orchestrating it all, and locking every one of Marvel's born schemers onto my prevention list!

What cards they'd play, what schemes they'd hatch—I'd already predicted them all in advance.

Laughed to death!

These traps and clichés aren't new.

Wiping away a tear tinged with melancholy, Su Lin gazed down at the tiny cars and pedestrians below the rooftop, stood up, exhaled a long breath, and slowly relaxed.

Since we've already altered history, isn't it simple to borrow mystical power and construct a new movie plot?

Let the propaganda go out this way—let the entire Omniverse echo with the deeds and legends of the Primordial God.

"By the way, I've used up all my mana from that earlier exertion."

Su Lin turned to Yi Leina and teased, "Hey, Mage Miss, got any way to restore mana?"

"Is now the time to think of that while we're doing important work?"

Yi Leina flipped through the magic tome borrowed from Kamar-Taj, propped her chin wearily, and said:

"I envy people with strong spiritual energy—I've been staying up all night studying."

Su Lin stepped forward, gazing into her slightly dull, glassy pupils. He said nothing, only lifted her chin with his right hand.

After several seconds, Yi Leina shifted her gaze, now flickering, and turned her head away.

"I knew you made me your Master for ulterior motives, huh?!"

Hot breath brushed against their cheeks, the girl's body, initially tense, gradually relaxed; Su Lin gently drew her closer, his arms wrapped tighter around her shoulders and lower back.

Ding-ding!

Su Lin had intended to toss his phone away, but his spiritual sense detected the caller ID, and his eye twitched.

After a brief delay, he gently pushed away Yi Leina, who had just come to her senses, her hand pressed to her lips.

"As payment for restoring your mana, I've replenished your spiritual energy."

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In response to Su Lin, he received a thick iron-bound magic tome and an unavoidable Command Seal order.

Though the Command Seal was actually ineffective on him.

Su Lin rubbed his forehead, watching Yi Leina, cheeks flushed, holding her wand in a defensive stance.

He wiped his lips, his Adam's apple moved slightly, then turned away as if nothing had happened and answered the call:

"Hope you're not asking me to find Sylvie—if so, I'll have to go to Valhalla and find that girl who throws the wheel."

【Uh… listen, there's something I need to ask you.】 Loki's voice came from the other end.

Facing Su Lin's teasing, he offered no retort; his voice instead carried a serious tone.

【What was that movie about? The one with the World-Eater.】

"Aren't you and Tony Stark—"

【I can only access or view chat logs when he returns to this universe. What he does in the reincarnation space or elsewhere, I don't know.】

Before Su Lin could finish, Loki interrupted, revealing his actual situation.

What the hell.

Su Lin glanced at his phone, his expression strange. "It was just a movie we filmed—used it to scare people. Don't tell me you believed it?"

【Of course I wouldn't believe such a trick—I'm Loki, haha. By the way, are you familiar with DC?】

"Not at all." Su Lin's tone turned icy.

Thinking of Constantine—the customer who spent 6666 yuan and caused endless after-sales problems—his mood soured.

【Buddy, we're on the same side. Even if you're the Fallen God, I've got your back—I was originally part of this social group too.】

Buddy, we're really on the same side—if you're a fallen god, I'll still back you, after all, I was originally a member of this social group.

「. 」

Su Lin's eyelid twitched; he fell silent for a moment, then asked:

「Can't we discuss the progress? For example, is the proportion of the Azure Shard I currently hold sufficient for me to claim my reward and clock out? 」

【】

There was no sound from the other end of the phone; after a while,

【You may need to pause this Holy Grail War for now—why don't you go back first, and come back later to discuss the reward?】

「? 」

【I can't pay the reward right now, so…】

「Why? 」

Su Lin's confused voice, traveling rapidly through the phone and the complex principles of spatial dimension transmission, reached the DC editorial department entrance on Broadway Tower in Manhattan, New York.

Loki, wearing a white shirt and holding his phone wedged between shoulder and head, clutched a box labeled "Career Cremation Urn."

He turned to look at Stan Lee sitting by the door and said, "I got fired."

This time, it was Su Lin's end that fell silent.

「We've collaborated a few times before—like 'Superman and Spider-Man,' 'Superman and the Hulk.'」

Stan Lee, legs crossed, flipped through a freshly printed copy of 'The Fallen God.' He set the magazine down and raised an eyebrow.

「But he seems truly mad this time. 」

Loki followed Stan Lee's gaze into the DC editorial department.

Beneath a blinding expanse of high-wattage fluorescent lights, employees with tentacles and wings were furiously writing,

utterly absorbed.