Chapter 615

The Pocket Universe Federation, a secret base composed of forces from numerous Parallel Worlds: the Avengers, the Ultimates, S. H. I. E. L. D., S. W. O. R. D., the A. S. H., the Illuminati, and others.

Located beyond dimensions, created by Franklin and the Molecule Man during their repair of the multiverse, it integrates a collection of pocket universes drawn from countless worlds.

"Since altering the outcome where all things perished, we have been uniting every possible force to prevent similar events from recurring."

Mister Fantastic Reed walked ahead, followed by Su Su Tuoni Stark, wearing sunglasses and a suit.

"Our mission is to preserve everyone's daily lives and eliminate crises that may or may not be unfolding across the universe," Reed said, patting his son's head.

"Most people don't remember," Su Su Tuoni lightly adjusted his sunglasses, revealing his piercing eyes as he scanned the surroundings: "You've altered history."

"Please call it a correction," Reed shrugged.

"Mirees, Beck, Huang Yang, Greski—thankfully, this universe had them; only then could we defeat the Creator and Doctor Doom."

"This Federation was also their proposal—and it has proven effective."

"It has crushed countless crises in their cradles while preserving multiversal peace."

Su Su Tuoni put his sunglasses back on and asked: "Have you ever wondered why these people don't exist in any Parallel World?"

"Countless Parallel Worlds hold countless possibilities, Su Su Tuoni—in some worlds, you're a complete bastard," Reed replied, unfazed.

"According to current observations, so are you," Su Su Tuoni Stark retorted.

The two walked through this highly technological city-federation, where Iron Men occasionally flew overhead, multicolored Spider-Men shuffled about, and entire squads of Captain Americas ran in formation.

"Good morning, Su Su Tuoni!"

"Good morning, proud American asses," Su Su Tuoni Stark replied.

"That's why I hate this place—it's like stepping into Clone Island. Have you seen that movie?"

"You'll have to get used to it," Reed said, then fell silent.

The two walked forward until they entered a building resembling a congressional hall, filled with superheroes from countless Parallel Worlds.

Familiar faces, unfamiliar ones, and others entirely unknown—perhaps from DC or Hozwoog.

"Is there a meeting today?"

Su Su Tuoni Stark glanced at the sealed, controlled door and the several superhumans approaching: "You didn't need to wait for me."

"You're the protagonist," said a white-haired Reincarnator, his body shimmering with starlight, clad in ornate medieval-style armor:

"Su Su Tuoni Stark of Universe 616, the Main Universe—or should we call you the Multiverse Devourer, the Iron God?"

Stark of Universe 616 looked around in confusion at the crowd, all armed or charging their energy to peak levels, poised to strike.

Stark pointed at the white-haired Reincarnator: "Huang Yang, don't you know me?"

"You frequently vanish mysteriously—even searching the entire universe couldn't find you," Huang Yang said coldly. "Now, it all makes sense."

"Cooperate with our investigation. Before that, I guarantee your safety," Reed said.

Hearing this, Stark stared at the surrounding guard heroes, some of whom clearly wore greedy expressions, and narrowed his eyes with a strange look.

"You've all lost your minds."

Shhh—!

A palm-blade, faster than lightning, descended from behind his head—but Stark's figure dissolved like a phantom.

"When?!"

"From the beginning."

Stark, now fully armored, pulled out a pitch-black firearm and aimed it at the building's exterior, then fired.

The next instant, a miniature black hole materialized.

Huang Yang shattered through the black hole and grabbed Stark—only to find the man had twisted his neck 180 degrees to stare directly at him.

"Have you heard of vacuum decay?"

An extreme flash of light struck Huang Yang's eyes.

Space began violently trembling; the entire Pocket Universe Federation swayed as if about to collapse, all matter twisting grotesquely.

Like kneading rubber.

The world began blending into a single chaotic mass; this distortion radiated at light-speed, then engulfed the entire universe.

"Stop."

A commanding, authoritative voice rang out—and this impossible scene halted, as if obeying a divine incantation.

At that moment, time began to reverse.

The avalanche-like vacuum decay, the altered physical laws and energy levels, were restored in a miraculous manner to their original state.

"Black Hole Gun, Bio-Puppets, Particle Strikes, Vacuum Decay Weapons… none of these are products of this universe. Is Su Su Tuoni Stark of the Main Universe truly problematic?!"

Huang Yang frowned in surprise; an invisible wave swept across the entire Pocket Universe: "Greski, where is he?!"

"No trace," said Greski, pale-skinned, shaking his head. "And a member of the Lie Su Team has been kidnapped."

He sent a mental projection: at the edge of the hall, beneath the feet of a Reincarnator clad in Iron Man armor, a red portal suddenly opened, and several stones inscribed with runes were thrown out.

A mist spread, obscuring divine perception and sensory detection, restricting spatial powers—chaos erupted throughout the hall.

"Huang Yang!" Mister Fantastic Reed's voice rang out: "What's happening?"

".," Huang Yang paused, then said: "He escaped."

"Why am I on your assassination list?!"

Stark removed his sunglasses, staring at a Reincarnator bound by nanite mechanical arms, golden glyphs of ancient script glowing upon his skin.

On his wristwatch's projected mission screen: 【Hidden Main Quest: Assassinate the Iron God】.

He felt his vision darken; a mouthful of old blood rose in his throat, choking him.

"Stark, you're a Reincarnator too?!" cried the Reincarnator with heavily gelled hair, staring at Stark's wristwatch in disbelief:

"There are so many others—why did you pick me?!"

"Because you're wearing a product I sold."

Stark pointed at the blue armor on the other man: "You bought this in the 71st Century, Zone II—after all these years, you still aren't using my new product?"

"I bought it just for fun when I first entered the Cycle Space," the Cycle Walker's expression was like he'd been constipated: "So they can't find you because—"

"Because I'm handling business or completing missions in the Cycle Space—this timeline is my home world, you idiots with your brains crushed by doors!" Stark couldn't help shouting:

"I just bought up all the cheap Iron Man suits circulating in the market, and when I came back here, I was marked as a target!"

"Who the hell is the God of Iron?! I never absorbed the power of Galactus, nor did I turn into an AI collecting pheromones!"

"Are you all insane in the Cycle Space?!"

"You can let me go back—we can explain everything properly," the Cycle Walker tried to reason.

"Explain your ass!" Stark sneered. "You killing me still counts as completing the mission—do you think I just walked into the Cycle Space yesterday?"

The Cycle Walker fell silent.

If killing this Stark here would count as completing the task, someone in the team would definitely try to act—after all, eliminating one option on the mission list still counts as completion.

But Stark was even more speechless.

He'd always known this world was crawling with Cycle Walkers, but he never imagined he'd be put on the Cycle Space's assassination list.

Not just any list—every Cycle Walker across the multiverse could join, the reward was the richest he'd ever seen, even he felt tempted just reading it!

Stark glanced at the bound Cycle Walker, snapped his fingers, and a custom anesthetic spray shot from his mechanical arm, sealing the man inside a compressed-space device.

"The Multiversal Devourer: Iron God's Holy Grail War"

He chewed over those words again and again, stunned: "What the hell is going on?"

He'd hit the worst luck in eight lifetimes!

Worse than when he returned from the Cycle Space and found his timeline and history completely rewritten!

【Mr., you have an anonymous email.】

"Transcribe."

As Stark immersed himself in the data, the base blazed crimson—he'd expected it, pulled out a red pistol, fired, then calmly stepped through the teleportation portal.

On the other side: another Parallel World.

In that universe, Iron Man had died for some reason, so Stark occasionally assumed his identity as a backup route.

That Parallel World had Cycle Walkers too—even ones who controlled S. H. I. E. L. D. —but it didn't matter, because…

"Guys, I'm back."

Stark tidied his clothes, opened the door with a smile: "This research took a bit longer…"

Crackling sparks flew everywhere.

Amid the ruined wasteland, round-bellied Cycle Walkers lay on the ground, clutching their swollen bellies and wailing like demons, their distended stomachs bloated like they were pregnant.

"I don't want to have a baby! Abandon the mission—I'll pay the penalty points myself!" screamed a female Cycle Walker who looked no older than ten.

"Master God, give me an abortion!!!"

"Really?!" The team leader wept with joy, shouting: "Abandon the rest of the mission! Settle the score and return—!!!"

In a flash, the ten-member Cycle Walker squad vanished from this world, leaving not a trace.

Meanwhile, the Supreme Sorcerer of this world, "Wang," wept uncontrollably, clutching his belly:

"Take the Command Seals! What evil forbidden technique is this?! Don't let the baby be born!"

"I'm just letting you experience the greatness of maternal love—no baby will be born."

A man dressed as a Confucian scholar shook his head, disappointed: "Didn't I say I wanted to talk peacefully with you all? Why must it come to this?"

"Didn't I say I agreed to negotiations?!" Wang cried, snot streaming from his nose.

As his voice faded, the scholar's form dissolved, leaving behind a man in the same attire—but with a far younger, wild-eyed face.

"That's because your voice was too quiet—I didn't hear you." The wild man plunged a dagger into Wang's hand—no blood flowed, only red light shot out and transferred. He grinned darkly:

"Hehehehe—kill yourself, Lancer, wherever you're hiding!!"

At that moment, he and the blue-haired woman beside him both turned toward Stark.

"..." Stark glanced at his own base glowing crimson behind him, then at the scholar's right eye shimmering with eerie light—he stepped back half a pace, then stepped forward again.

Trapped between advance and retreat.

"Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang… is that Iron Man?"

"I know him, but this one's older…"

Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang stepped back half a pace, studying him:

"Not the one I had dinner with—if he were, even if I changed my facial data, the elders nearby would've caught me."

Seeing the man wave at him in greeting, Stark relaxed slightly and shut the portal behind him.

"Good heavens, what's going on here? Are you invaders?" Stark assumed a defensive stance.

"We're just here for a mission, Mr. Stark—do you know where the Infinity Stones are in this universe?" Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang asked.

Also Cycle Walkers.

Looks like this universe has been invaded.

"I can't just tell you that," Stark secretly activated hidden weapons, preparing to kill these two Cycle Walkers.

Though the previous team was annoying, at least they didn't threaten this universe—these two were clearly Hunters.

"Alright, I thought I might get to snap my fingers and experience it."

Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang sighed: "No choice then—we'll head to the next Holy Grail War. Use the Grail to wish ourselves to the next world."

Suddenly, his nose twitched—he caught a fragrance, and turned toward its source.

On a meticulously arranged table, a white tablecloth held delicate bone-china utensils, steaming bowls of soup with golden broth shimmering under the lights, alongside opera cakes, roast duck, bear paws, and other delicacies.

Merely smelling them caused his cultivation to grow unconsciously.

"Yun Quezi, where did you get these dishes?"

"This is the chef's set from Immortal Food Pavilion, obtained by wishing for it with the Holy Grail—Kuangdao Sanlang, come eat quickly."

Yun Quezi called out.

"If you used your wish just to get food, how are we supposed to keep doing missions in the Parallel World?"

Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang asked blankly.

"Huh?" Yun Quezi froze mid-bite, her long, thick blue eyelashes blinking twice: "Do you need a wish to reach the Parallel World?"

"What else?!" Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang's smile vanished; he clenched his fist: "Don't you remember the Lord God only teleports you once?!"

What's going on with these two Reincarnators?

Stark was utterly baffled; he sniffed the aroma and stared blankly at Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang and Yun Quezi.

The Reincarnation Space had plenty of oddballs, but he'd never seen ones like this—and they didn't seem hostile at all.

"Uh, don't you need the Infinity Stones?" Stark ventured.

"Of course not—those things are useless outside this universe," Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang replied despairingly: "But we're stuck here now!"

He picked up a chicken wing and began silently gnawing, his expression flickering between discomfort and delight.

At that moment, Wang, who had been lying on the ground moaning, gradually fell silent and climbed up, drenched in sweat.

"I've never seen anyone use the Holy Grail to wish for food—even a sub-type Holy Grail can slightly alter reality!" Wang said, nearly breaking down: "Why don't you just order at a restaurant and charge it to me?"

"Want to try some?" Yun Quezi asked.

Wang blinked, wiped his tears, and walked over: "Thank you."

Stark: "?"

In the ruins of SHIELD headquarters, were these three just eating?

"You too, Iron Man—come have some," Yun Quezi sighed: "It's the last meal anyway."

Stark grew wary again.

"There's no second Holy Grail left to wish with."

Stark's lip twitched; he lowered the hand hidden behind his back and walked over to Wang to ask for the full story.

According to Wang, the Sub-type Holy Grail War differed from the Holy Grail Wars linked to Earths across the multiverse—it was a small-scale Holy Grail War occurring in this world's Earth, in New York.

In ancient times, numerous powerful magicians, seeking to unravel the mysteries of the Legendary Grail, exploited the mirroring properties of the Holy Grail War and leaked knowledge of the Grail system to construct a counterfeit capable of "stealing" the Grail's power.

Under normal circumstances, it was completely unusable—a mere ornament—but when the Multiversal Holy Grail War activated, it could resonate to a limited degree, allowing the victor to make a wish that slightly altered reality.

"Alright, that makes sense."

Stark looked at the two Reincarnators with a complicated expression and asked: "So your mission was just to participate in the Holy Grail War?"

"There are other missions, but either they take too long and bore me, or I have to stay in one place," Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang said numbly: "And now my new server's already over."

"You could try again after the 'Yesterday Repeating Talisman' cools down," Yun Quezi said.

Listening to their conversation, Stark pondered for a moment.

Whether for his hidden identity or for this Parallel World, it would be better if no Reincarnators existed here.

"You don't seem like bad people," Stark said: "I happen to have some inventions that might send you to other Parallel Worlds—Wang has related magic too."

"Those are forbidden spells," Wang said, grease dripping from his mouth as he shook his head.

But the moment he finished speaking, Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang and Yun Quezi suddenly stopped devouring, staring as if they'd seen a priceless treasure.

"So… if we win one, we get to wish for a meal?" Yun Quezi murmured.

Stark's eyelid twitched; he had a feeling this guy was a little off: "I can only send you once in this world."

"You could join our team!" Yun Quezi exclaimed happily: "Let's go fight Holy Grail Wars in other Parallel Worlds together!"

How can you invite a local when your main quest isn't even finished?

"We'd save a wish—holy crap, we hit the jackpot!"

Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang's eyes widened; he immediately pulled out two silver-white talismans, tapped them, and they transformed into two wristwatches: "Put them on quick—let's go save the world!"

Seeing they didn't move, he grabbed Stark's hand and tried to slip the watch onto his wrist.

Stark didn't resist, because he knew the Reincarnation Space's invitation conditions weren't that simple—it required not just voluntary consent, but also…

【Welcome to the Lord God Space. 'Su Su Tuoni Stark,' you have become a Reincarnator. Your current team is 'Die with the Waves.'】

"?"

Stark stared blankly at the interface floating before him, his mind flooded with question marks.

When did the Reincarnation Space…

Wait.

"Lord God Space?!" Stark shouted: "Isn't this the Reincarnation Space?!"

"Huh?" Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang, having just slipped the watch onto Wang's wrist as he dodged, turned back: "Wasn't there something called the Reincarnation Space in Mission One?"

Stark glanced at the task window popping up before him, his eyes scanning rapidly.

【Copy World: Marvel Universe】

【Copy Level: E~∞】

【Main Quest: Participate in and win either the Holy Grail War or the Sub-type Holy Grail War.】

【Side Quest One (Time Hunter): Just like life, time always has an end.】

A group of Reincarnators from a place called 'Reincarnation Space' has been detected in this copy world. Lord God Space Reincarnators are to participate in their extermination. Exterminating Reincarnation Space Reincarnators yields abundant mission rewards.

"Let these impostors know what true Infinite Terror means." — Lord God

【Side Quest Two (Collector): Collect Holy Grails or Holy Grail replicas from this multiverse.】

"Sub-type Holy Grail War replicas yield 1/1000th the merit of a true Holy Grail—quantity over quality." — Lord of the Sixfold Wheel

【Side Quest Three: I Am Legend (Current Faction: Hunter)】

【Brief: This copy world is not a team battle. Nyarlathotep and Azathoth exist within this universe. Exterminate the Outer Gods and their minions, investigate anomalies, uncover the truth behind the chaos.】

"Prepare to gaze into the abyss." —Reincarnation Paradise

"By the way, do you know where else there are Reincarnators from the Reincarnation Space?" Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang asked. "Just now, that group was the same—killing one or forcing him to fail his quest is very profitable."

"I," Stark opened his mouth: "I don't know."