Chapter 608: The Truth (Part 1) Please Refresh

"Lord Su Tianfu sees even the finest details; I thought you were still angry about the last betrayal~~~"

Zhao Lei knelt down, tears streaming, wiping his eyes with the clinic banner he had been clutching: "You know me—I never lead the first betrayal; it was Ah Ha who ordered me to do it."

"My lord, do you believe him?"

Ah Ha pulled out a full coffee machine set from nowhere, finely grinding and brewing: "You know me—according to my habits, you'd never even notice I was doing it~~~"

Ahmon brushed back the curl hanging before his right eye's monocle and smiled:

"Master, you know me—if I had planned the betrayal, the Source Fortress would already have a new master."

Su Lin knew without following procedure that all three of them were exceptionally skilled; he was just suddenly tired—mentally exhausted.

If only I didn't have to bear guardianship responsibility, I could just watch the virus spread across the entire universe like playing Plague Inc.

"Aren't you getting married to Mr. Fool soon?"

Su Lin, expressionless, propped his chin and said: "The Source Fortress, as marital property, was always yours."

Zhao Lei and Ah Ha both turned their gazes toward 'Ah Meng,' sizing her up for a moment, then wore expressions of sudden understanding—as if realizing this was a way to merge with Mr. Fool.

Ah Ha and Zhao Lei huddled together whispering, then turned and handed out several red envelopes:

"Hope you'll have many adorable Uniques—sisters, don't be shy."

Ahmon adjusted his right monocle and accepted the red envelopes without care.

Loki wanted to say something, because he felt those three things kept shifting their gazes toward him, their eyes like those of someone seeing their first love.

Sorry

It was a strange way to put it, but Loki felt goosebumps rise all over his skin.

"While I'm free, I'll interrupt you—Loki, stop playing that name-changing trick." Su Su Tuoni Stark had just opened the confinement room's valve and stepped in, seeing the scene inside:

"Trick? What kind of illusion trick is this?"

He tilted his head, his eyelid twitching slightly as he scanned the faces of those in the room.

"God?" Stark ventured.

"I've gathered a few people." Su Lin took the coffee offered by the butler Ah Ha, sipped lightly, and said: "Next time you steal Jizi's coffee, don't use my face."

"Can't help it—I've picked up a bad habit lately." Ah Ha shrugged, pulling a monocle carved from crystal from his pocket and placing it on his face.

"Oh My God." Stark's vision went black; he stiffened and toppled backward.

Fortunately, Meng Qi caught him from behind.

He glanced inside, his features twisted as if constipated, then with clear disgust tossed in a 'Li Huowang' wearing a blood-red Daoist robe.

"Brother Su, what's going on here? Why are there so many frauds?" Li Huowang asked, bewildered: "Feels kinda unlucky…"

Su Lin glanced at him, flicked his sword lightly, and peeled off the face—beneath lay a large red "Middle" blood-red mahjong tile.

"Can't you cooperate?!" the Red Middle complained—he was the 'Red Middle Li Huowang' carved out by Li Huowang through cultivation.

Because when carving himself, Li Huowang's culture and IQ dropped by about 10–20 points, and since he was in senior high, he rarely got the chance to come out and play.

"Lord Tianfozun is so thoughtful—he even prepared a Xin Su for us, hehehe~."

Zhao Lei put on a white mask, speaking in a muffled tone:

"Even though the Bishop always uses us, only remembering his humble dear friend when he needs us, what can we do?"

"Who else but us loves him so deeply!" Ah Ha tossed his dice, adjusted his right monocle, and grinned:

"If all else fails, I, Ah Ha, can even feminize into a female character and offer myself to the Bishop—by the way, what do you think of a twin-tail yukata, sarcastic girl look?"

That was truly disgusting—utterly nauseating.

Seeing the three had reached a certain level of fusion, Su Lin reached out and took a mask from their hands.

The mask's brow bore a dice embedded in its center, the red dot on the dice wearing a monocle.

Clearly a precious modern artifact.

"." Loki stared at the mask offered, pulled his mouth sideways as if suffering toothache, openly showing his revulsion:

"This is dangerous. I think we must consider carefully—really, I'm honest to a fault."

Snap.

Su Lin slapped the mask directly onto the man's face.

In that instant, green temporal radiation surged in like a storm; soon, a green mask resembling petrified wood fell to the ground.

Tap~ tap~ tap~

Rhythmic finger snaps echoed. Su Lin bent down, peering beneath the bed Loki had manifested.

Swish—

A long, rubbery green hand shot out, snatched the green mask, and retracted—within a flash, a green-masked man with exaggerated features—huge buck teeth and wildly pronounced facial expressions—climbed out from under the bed.

"I've never felt so refreshed—I feel reborn~" The green-masked man rose, standing with bold, wild, almost insane energy.

The green-masked man pulled a pen from his chest and swiftly drew a monocle, a hat, and a Sui Xifu in midair, dressed himself, then adjusted his appearance before a mirror.

"If you mean reborn onto the set of The Mask," Su Lin's expression was odd.

Does Marvel hold the rights to this movie?

Probably not.

"Never felt better, buddy—shake hands."

Something unknown—likely extending from Loki's primary brain, the Gaitou Four extended his right hand, palm open, revealing an unmistakable thumbtack.

"As you wish." Su Lin's hand glowed with light as he reached to shake.

The next instant, Gaitou Four's eyeballs bulged out, spun in terror, and vanished as a lightning vortex—even Su Lin could not trace where he went.

Perhaps he had stacked beyond the box, or perhaps he ran to the narrative layer to beat up the comic artist or his family.

Regular Loki possesses many miraculous abilities: shapeshifting, astral projection, molecular rearrangement, energy explosions, illusion creation, telepathy, hypnosis, and teleportation.

Xin Su cultivation, Zhao Lei's false cultivation, Ahmon's BUG creation—enough to restore Loki's authority as the God of Stories; and Loki, in turn, can offer his own rank, forming cultivation, falsity, and BUG abilities on a meta-layer beyond multiverses.

As for Aha

Just enjoy it.

"Sorry, I changed my mind—can you let this universe die in peace?" Su Su Tuoni Stark said, nearly broken: "Better off destroyed completely."

This was the first thing Su Lin heard when he returned to the suite.

He glanced beside him and saw a group of groupmates like they were suffering from PTSD, as if pointing at Su Lin for using a weapon that violated the Universal Accord.

It was no surprise—after all, the scene where everyone in the Tiancheng was possessed had been rated the most terrifying moment in the hastily filmed movie "Forbidden Zone: Annihilation of Tiancheng."

"Aren't you afraid you'll go too far?" Meng Qi said, speechless.

"Do you believe the First Heaven is a mole, or that they can unite and cooperate?" Su Lin countered.

If it were only Meng Wangle and his trio, they might still cause some major trouble.

With the Four Heavenly Kings of Heart Essence Power, they have the strength to break the framework and stir up unusual minor troubles.

As for now, even without thinking deeply, if anyone inside the Head Four were willing to sacrifice everything for the group, another of the five would immediately veto them.

The number of layers of strength and cunning always correlates directly—so the more people there are, the less Su Lin worries.

"So why are you so skilled?" Lu Mingfei pulled his coat tighter and shuddered:

"What if they decide to have some fun and unite to pull off a big move—what will you do then?"

"Heh, by then," Su Lin shook his head and smiled, "what's it to me?"

"Stark will cry!" Lu Mingfei grabbed Su Lin's collar and shouted: "My vanished Niu Niu will cry too—take responsibility!!!"

He had originally planned to find Loki, bow to Brother Ji, beg for mercy, and cancel the illusion immediately—but now the guy had vanished entirely.

No, even if he could find him, Lu Mingfei didn't want to see him like this.

Crack!

Su Lin looked at the black-haired, golden-eyed girl on his phone, her eyes glistening with tears, and felt his guilt increase slightly as he silently uploaded her to backup.

"Even if you're beautiful, asking me to take responsibility is a bit too much—why not consider Old Zhou instead?"

"I'm not that—"

Lu Mingfei suddenly heard a light cough, his spine chilled—he followed the coldness to see Yi Leina, eyes half-lidded, smiling.

"You shouldn't do that, Mingfei."

"What?"

Lu Mingfei was confused.

"Your posture," Song Shuhang whispered secretly: "The posture you and Senior Su Lin are in right now!"

Lu Mingfei casually released Su Lin's collar, drew his pistol, tapped the man's chest, gave him a look that said "you're lucky today," then turned and walked toward the door.

Seconds later, gunshots rang out, startling the other hotel guests.

You didn't need to go out to guess:

Someone had probably socially died.

"But—"

Su Lin turned his gaze away, puzzled: "One thing puzzles me—how did those guys know about the Marvel side of things, and even know what I wanted them to do?"

"Forty-Five-Degree Military Posture: After Transmigrating to Marvel, I Immediately Called Out 'Glory to Light' in Midtown Manhattan—Did I Get Something Wrong?"

"Xing," Su Lin walked up to Xing, who was playing with the Universal Knowledge Token, a belt hanging at his waist, grabbed the belt, and asked: "Can you explain?"

Xing's hands paused, his gaze unconsciously shifting elsewhere.

"This is the entrance hall."

"So?"

Su Lin tugged the belt.

"I've recently gone back to my old job as a livestreamer."

"And?"

Xing glanced at the Universal Knowledge Token in his hand and pulled up the top three donors on the livestream.

"They gave too much."

Livestream title: "Donate a Zhu Xian Sword and Track the Fallen God for One Hour"

Su Lin patted Xing's head and smiled: "91."

"What?"

"I take nine, you take one."

【New York News: "Yesterday, another gas leak and explosion occurred in Midtown Manhattan. Due to the city's aging gas pipelines, municipal authorities have urgently allocated funds."】

"You're wasting taxpayers' money like this—I hope the next president cleans up your mess."

Casually switching on the TV, the trembling figure of "Stan Lee" glanced at the various storage boxes in the room, then looked up at his apartment with reluctant fondness.

High-wattage incandescent bulbs hung overhead; the floor was splattered with paint, and a white table stood in the center.

Shelves of all sizes held comics, videotapes, and CDs of wildly different art styles—many of them clearly old.

"It's time for afternoon tea," Stan Lee said.

He sat on the sofa, settled into a slightly more comfortable position, picked up a cup of perfectly warmed Ceylon black tea, sipped it, then took up a nearby comic with a relatively new-looking cover.

It was the "Doctor Du Mu" series—Fu Shen Jun Doctor Du Mu was chatting with Reed's wife and Reed's daughter about future plans.

【Doctor Du Mu lifted his monocle and asked: "I'm glad you're willing to support me."】

【Reed's wife, the Invisible Woman, handed her daughter the cleaned monocle: "I hope your plan doesn't fail."】

"What strange aesthetic is this?" Stan Lee muttered, tossed the comic aside, and tried another.

The cover showed a group of Avengers and villains sitting together playing mahjong: "Superpowered Mahjong: National Edition."

Stan Lee: "?"

He blinked, then pulled another book from the storage box: *Galaxy Railway: Starguard Squad*.

"How much did they pay for the crossover?" Stan Lee stared at the comic with a strange expression: "Maybe I should grab some sugar."

A hand suddenly reached out from the comic, holding a plate of chocolate and strawberry-flavored donuts.

"Don't mention it."

"Oh~! Thank you."

Stan Lee eagerly took the donut, and instantly, a man in a suit with a green mask and a monocle leapt out of the comic in his hand.

He tossed the dice in his hand, revealing a bright set of white teeth: "Getting a job application in here isn't easy."

"Because you're still using your old contact method." Stan Lee studied the man for a moment, then nodded: "I never thought of that. That young man really has ideas."

"Why isn't it me who has ideas?!" Loki pulled off his green mask and asked.

"I'm going back to be chief editor. This is my resume after returning from further study."

He handed over a sheet of A4 paper. Stan Lee took it, glanced at the mahjong tiles, dice, monocle, and masked doodles, then gave a slight flick of his wrist—turning it into a comic book.

"Creative, but too ahead of its time," Stan Lee commented.

Loki smirked: "Can I go back to work?"

Stan Lee fell silent, then suddenly looked up at Loki and pointed toward the window nearby.

"What?"

"I'm sorry, kid."

Stan Lee said: "This is a new company now."

Loki froze, then sprinted to the window, staring blankly outside.

There, atop a ruin of buildings, lay the shattered remains of *Marvel Comics*, the Marvel logo.

"I'm surprised you can see this layer."

The old man's voice drifted softly: "I'm sorry, child. Many things ended long ago."

Loki turned back and saw all comics related to him stored inside dusty boxes.

"Sometimes I miss the past."

Stan Lee said: "After all, I personally destroyed much of my own work."