Chapter 599

【Primary Target: The God of Steel, Su Su Tuoni Stark】

Ge Xiaolun raised his great sword and said, "Brother Su Su Tuoni, I'll protect your world for sure."

The sword's wind howled; cold iron fell, and a massive pit suddenly appeared on the ground.

Stark, drenched in cold sweat, stared at the spot where he had just stood and cursed, "Did zombie-ant-man eat your brain?!"

"Can you even protect Su Su Tuoni Stark himself?!"

But the words had barely left his mouth when he felt a force pin him in place.

"Hey? Guys?"

Before him, a group began pulling out weapons and fixing their gazes on him.

"Is there some kind of misunderstanding between us?!"

"It'll hurt a bit at first, but just bear with it," Su Lin said with absolute seriousness. "Su Su Tuoni, whether we get rich or not depends on this one shot."

After saying that, Su Lin gave Song Shuhang, who was not far away, a meaningful look.

The next instant, Su Su Tuoni felt something cold pressed into his palm; he strained to move his eyes and saw a Resurrection Coin.

"Oh my god, you're not serious, are you?!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Stark."

Song Shuhang displayed the various Resurrection Artifacts hanging inside his trench coat: "We're just here to complete the mission."

"Wait, aren't you guys also on the list?" Su Su Tuoni reminded them.

"That's exactly why we need to complete the mission and return to the Cycle Space—there's no easier task than this," Su Lin drew his longsword.

The target is myself?!

What the hell is wrong with this mission-generation system? If I kill myself and then resurrect, how is the mission supposed to be marked complete?!

"Try a few more times—once the experiment succeeds, we'll wipe out the Multiverse Devourer for good."

Su Lin was eager to try.

Meng Qi and the others nearby had already raised weapons, aiming at him, testing whether the current player state could be counted as mission completion.

Su Su Tuoni Stark said despairingly, "Isn't the real question why we became the target of the Cycle Space?"

"Strange?" Su Lin glanced at the others.

Everyone shook their heads; though their eyes had lost luster and were filled with exhaustion, they all looked utterly accustomed to it.

If we must find a reason,

Su Lin pressed his sword blade against Su Su Tuoni's neck and said, "Think hard—have you ever lent out your movie DVDs?"

"I watched them and returned them right away!" Su Su Tuoni quickly retorted. "Ge Xiaolun watched them with me."

"Then you must've been caught stealing the movie by Ant-Man, or you secretly kept a backup recording to guard against us," Su Lin sighed, looking up and speaking casually.

But Su Su Tuoni Stark fell instantly silent.

He swallowed hard, then asked, "JARVIS, is there any record of someone accessing my secret files?"

JARVIS: 【No, sir.】

"You really kept a backup?!"

"I trust you all completely—I just really liked that TV show."

"It's a MOVIE!!!"

Damn, I almost forgot this guy is one of the Dragon and Phoenix of the Marvel Universe's big events.

Noticing the strange glances from his groupmates, Su Su Tuoni Stark began doubting himself internally—could he really have leaked something?

No no no.

This is ridiculous!

Sure, the comics had even dumber plots, but this is reality—how could a single movie alter the Cycle Space's mission?!

"Something's off."

Teacher Yan Sen rubbed his chin and said, "Some details here don't match what I've seen before."

Hearing this, the others received the relevant information through their Cycle Space wristbands, via a method akin to downloading consciousness data.

"I remember naming my newly filmed movie 'Zone: Shattering Tiancheng'—not 'Tian: Abyss of Shattering.' The title's even better than mine."

Su Lin half-closed his eyes, tracing lines in the air: "What the hell is this 'Beginning: Supreme Sword Sect'?"

Though he'd been tricked by that pigeon in the Type-Moon world and forced into filming, neither he nor his groupmates had ever treated those experiences as movie material.

Loki's boss probably isn't behind this—after all, he just said he believed they were good people, and to the Above All Things, their strength is far too weak to pose a threat.

This fan-made version of the 'Zone' series is deeply wrong.

Is some villain plotting to kill me?

Su Lin instinctively glanced at Zhou Mingrui, standing awkwardly beside them, eating popcorn and watching the drama with zero urgency, then shook his head, dismissing the thought.

"Su Su Tuoni Xia Luoke, why are you still connected to Earth-616?" Su Lin spotted the key point and lifted the pressure on Stark.

This timeline is a branch from Earth- universe—assigning it a Marvel 20K designation isn't strange, but what's going on with Earth-616?

"Motherfucker Wei De De."

Su Su Tuoni Stark slapped his sweaty forehead, gaping: "Sorry, 616."

In Manhattan's Lower East Side, beneath a residential building built of red brick and tiles.

Once a poor slum inhabited by Italian, Irish, Jewish, and Eastern European immigrants, it had grown slightly more prosperous over time.

But some old urban memories remained—like a 1920s New York movie theater.

Three轮回者 in Kamar-Taj robes stared at the screen; the film's title, 'The End,' felt less like a cue that the movie was over, and more like a warning that life itself had ended.

They'd only sought refuge in a residential area after losing their powers, yet somehow ended up accidentally entering this theater.

The style, blending old Hollywood aesthetics, played out...

"This Holy Grail War, which affects the multiverse's spacetime, and that enhanced version of Weigong Shilang—huh!?"

The thin girl trembled as she pulled out the 'Narrative of Desires' and stared at its entries: "The Eastern mythological Lord Haotian and the Western mythological God—could they possibly be connected?"

"The Three Pure Ones participating in the Holy Grail War."

"All... all match up."

The three sat in silence for a long time, until the projection hall's door, long closed, automatically swung open.

The creaking of the door hinge jolted them awake with a chilling sound; only then did they struggle to their feet, intending to leave the cinema.

At the doorway, gazing at the Confucian Sage statue whose eyes glowed with projected images, the three bowed in unison, then hastily fled.

The projection hall's door closed again.

Moments later.

The Confucian Sage statue slowly turned, and several figures emerged from behind it.

"This Spear of Fate carries no memetic contamination."

Abigail set down the metal spearhead; within the lock-shaped aperture on her forehead, an eyeball flickered faintly:

"On the contrary, beyond extremely high-level concealment, it can protect its wielder from the 'Inverted' contamination afflicting the 'Father God'."

"It absorbs information related to the 'Creator' across dimensions, spacetime, and other layers—including the power of the 'Inverted' contamination."

"Beyond that, it grants ritual effects of sanctification, purification, and warning."

After speaking, Abigail returned the 'Spear of Fate' to Constantine, who still had a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

Constantine glanced warily at Nyaa-ko, then pulled out a lighter from his pocket and lit his cigarette.

"This is probably the only good thing I've heard in days."

Otherwise, Gabriel wouldn't have instructed me to safeguard the Spear of Fate after his Inversion—God must have His reasons for arranging this.

"I was terrified!" Nyaa-ko patted her chest, trembling with relief:

"I thought I'd already been contaminated by the Fallen God—my San value was nearly negative."

Constantine exhaled a thick cloud of smoke after inhaling massive amounts of nicotine: "Isn't that your own fault?"

Abigail hesitated, then whispered softly:

"Um... Mr. Constantine, God said adults shouldn't smoke in front of children, or He'll personally shove them into a secondhand smoke hell—could you put out your cigarette?"

"What kind of God cares about such adolescent health topics?"

Constantine casually flicked ash: "I started inhaling nicotine at age ten. This place is wide open."

"The Fallen God you speak of," Abigail replied.

"Shit!" Constantine immediately crushed out his cigarette. "Do you know Him well?!"

"Mm." Abigail nodded, smiling brightly:

"Whenever God Mr. comes to迦勒底 to visit little Jeanne, he always brings Abigail, Rhyme, and little Jack tons of candy, cakes, and snacks—sometimes even sneaks us to the Sword Sect brother's house for dinner, saying it's to celebrate Sunday after work!"

Abigail began recounting, as if listing family treasures, all the things God did after each shift ended.

"You summoned one of His favored children?" Constantine turned to stare at Nyaa-ko.

He now began to suspect their group might already be exposed.

"Don't worry—I summoned the original," Nyaa-ko crouched down, earnestly saying:

"William-kun~... you don't want your Father God to become a useless, polluted bubble, do you?"

"For the sake of the Father God, I will do my best," Abigail nodded, though her face bore unmistakable confusion:

"But I also promised God Mr. I'd be a good child..."

"Good, good~."

Nyaa-ko patted Abigail's head, praising: "Don't worry—we're just protecting this world. No better, kinder child exists than you."

Constantine had the persistent feeling he might already be going insane—team up with an Outer God to save the world?

But there was no choice; having nearly confirmed Nyaa-ko's true identity, he understood that against the 'World-Eater', they were allies.

After all, among those Supreme Ones was Azathoth, the Inverted avatar of the Fool.

How absurd—he'd once even consulted that Fool about his fate.

Nyaa-ko exhaled in relief, her antennae twitching twice: "Keep the Spear of Fate safe, John—don't lose it."

Using the Spear of Fate as a hidden shield and signal blocker for the cinema, Abigail compiled footage of events from the 'Type-Moon Universe', along with Constantine and Wei De De's memories of Tiancheng, into a film, and played it alongside the recordings the Fool had made out of human curiosity.

Any incomplete or missing parts were naturally supplemented with added material to make the logic flow more coherently.

Nyaa-ko was a professional at this.

Thus, they could continue hiding within this universe while secretly informing all factions of the Holy Grail War's truth, preventing anyone from reaping the benefits of others' conflict.

Even if the World-Eater discovered it, he'd only assume it was the Confucian Sage's final hidden tactic.

"Since you're so familiar with the 'Reincarnation Space' faction, why not just contact them directly?" Logan asked.

"Do you really have to ask?" Nyaa-ko blinked.

"They'd immediately think I'm deliberately sabotaging them, trying to use lies to ruin their alliance with the First Heaven and create chaos in this world."

"But I've already had an acquaintance deliver a message—they'll soon prove the World-Eater's existence."

"They've long been eyeing DC's Dark Multiverse, that massive garbage dump—just go take a look and you'll see what's going on."

That faction's already vile enough—how are you worse than them?

Logan's eyebrow twitched twice, then he took a sip from a whiskey bottle he'd "freely acquired" from the upstairs supermarket.

He turned to Deadpool, who had remained silent since earlier—now scribbling on a whiteboard, then waving it at empty air.

—【MARVEL DOESN'T NEED MERE-DEADLINE TOUCHY-LOVEY CTHULHU GIRLS! YOU'RE A BUNCH OF PERVERTED VIRGIN OTAKU!】

DELETE THIS CHARACTER AND THE WORLD-EATER IMMEDIATELY! REPLACE THEM WITH A 'FAT, POLYAMOROUS, GENDER-DYSFORIC BLACK TRANS PERSON' THAT FITS FREEDOM!

DONALD, DO ME A FAVOR—I'LL VOTE FOR YOU IN THE ELECTION!】

"Beyond saving." Logan shook his head and took another sip of wine. "This world."

"What's next?" Constantine asked. "There's still one Command Seal left."

Upon hearing this, Nyaa-ko's antennae twitched, and she sighed dejectedly:

"I originally wanted to summon Shabu-chan and form the Legendary Investigator Team of the Multiversal Devourers, but even Bubble is busy right now—better let her stay on maternity leave."

"Let's find a new place to rest and prepare during the day, then roll the dice for判定 at night!"

Are you playing a game?

Even under these circumstances, this 'girl' still maintained her erratic thought pattern; only Deadpool could hold a normal conversation with her.

"A weakened强者 is like rotten meat—even if dangerous, the flies will never miss this opportunity."

Nyaa-ko chuckled softly:

"Since things aren't that bad, we must seize this once-in-a-millennium chance and draw them into the vortex of chaos."

"They can never escape this cycle of reincarnation, hehehe~~~"

"Cilantro Chicken, please enjoy."

Zhou Mingrui, dressed as a waiter, placed the dishes before them: "Your meals are all served. Young Lady—"

"Yes." Nyaa-ko stared blankly at him.

Zhou Mingrui glanced at the untouched food on her plate and said sincerely:

"Though the head chef is absent and another cook prepared this, if you're dissatisfied, please don't hesitate to say so."

"Understood." Nyaa-ko replied.

Zhou Mingrui smiled slightly and bowed politely.

"Did you fall for that young man?" Deadpool chewed his food, his current face being the result of Constantine's illusion magic:

"I get it—just like in the Secret Wars series, superheroes and villains always fall in love, hook up, for all sorts of weird reasons."

"Come on, immerse yourself in this world. Of course, I have no idea how many readers and viewers with strange fetishes will be heartbroken."

He made two lewd gestures, pointed at Zhou Mingrui's back, and gave Nyaa-ko an encouraging nod.

"No," Nyaa-ko snapped back to herself. "It's just… strange."

A strange sense of familiarity.