Chapter 619: He Picked Up His Backpack—Again and Again and Again

Red-brick pavement, vintage streetlamps, and windows decorated with flowers.

As a Thomas the Tank Engine train passed by the magnificent Cinderella Castle, Disney's Donald Duck, Snow White, and the Seven Dwarfs began a lavish nighttime parade dressed in festive attire.

A staff changing room, where a blood-drawn array emitted magical radiance, and bloodstained doll headpieces lay scattered on the floor.

"Declare, your body serves under me, my fate rests upon your sword."

Constantine held a newly forged Book of False Vassals, beside him lay a severed hand stripped of its Command Seals, standing outside the ritual array.

"Too chuunibyou—I absolutely love this incantation," said Bloodstained Goofy.

"Of course, I also adore Disney—did you know they regularly host Deadpool story hours inside the park? I'm Disney's most popular princess."

"Can you just shut the hell up?" From Mickey's glove emerged adamantium claws.

Constantine was grateful he hadn't met this bastard yesterday—he'd now reached the point where he could chant a spell that would send him to hell if he mispronounced even one syllable, even in the noisiest place.

"I command you to traverse endless void dimensions, under the shelter of writhing chaos, manifest from the abyss into the light."

Inside the array lay powders and fragments of copper coins; under the altered incantation, they gradually glowed like tiny sparks, dancing in midair like spirits.

At that moment, Constantine pulled out an ancient bronze lantern and tossed it inside.

"I'm your VIP client."

Beep-beep-beep—!

At the instant the Thomas the Tank Engine train whistled past, a blazing meteor plummeted from the sky; a violent explosion erupted from the center of the array, only to be instantly erased by some cosmic law.

Through the swirling smoke, inside the array sat an old man with a white beard, holding a rice bowl and chopsticks.

It was none other than the former head of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion, Nan Gua.

He stared blankly around, and when he saw Constantine, his face visibly turned green. "What the f*** does your goddamn spirit-congealing ghost-immortal Caster mean?!"

His clothes instantly burst apart as his muscles swelled violently; he made a clawing motion toward Constantine, and a tiny fissure appeared in space.

"Huh?" Nan Gua jolted awake, dropping his rice bowl and chopsticks; he hastily pinched his fingers to calculate:

"Divine-human separation, Dao forbids, Heavenly Mechanism obscured, suppressing a hundred evils, auspicious signs hidden, Shanhe concealed—holy shit! Is this the Absolute Separation of Heaven and Earth, erasing the Six Realms for ten thousand ages?!"

"I told you he was skilled," said Bloodstained Goofy, removing his headpiece to reveal Deadpool's mask.

"I once paid a fortune for your Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion's VIP one-on-one service, which promised to alter fate," Constantine smirked.

"There's a bit of trouble here that needs your eyes."

"I'll alter your fucking braids!" Nan Gua's face completely collapsed when he saw Deadpool too.

He normally never swore, but since encountering these two curses, his ten-thousand-year composure had been utterly shattered.

What did the "Eternal Calamity Star Pattern" even mean?

It meant these two heavenly misfortune stars—each bearing immense fate yet utterly contradictory—had merged into an unsolvable configuration!

After the Celestial City incident, he abandoned all Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion assets and his cheap disciples, fleeing through void pathways across countless worlds.

Just now, while eating, he realized the tokens he'd once distributed to raise funds for a better artifact had been triggered.

His spirit-sense followed the connection to investigate—and was immediately pulled into a spirit-body constructed from his current state, forcibly summoned to participate in some Holy Grail War!

"We need your help," Deadpool removed his mask, revealing his face, and grabbed Nan Gua. "My world is about to be devoured by the Multiversal Devourer!"

If you two separate, this world won't face catastrophic disaster!

Why do these two

"You said Multiversal Devourer?"

"That's right—they're right outside, and Azathoth is currently on a date with our Marvel future's super-kawaii heroine Nyaa-chan!"

No sooner had Deadpool finished speaking than Nan Gua drew a Seven-Star Sword and slashed at his own throat.

Screech-screech

Like fingernails scraping a chalkboard.

Nan Gua strained with all his might, but the external magical force coating the Seven-Star Sword had been weakened to near nothing by the Absolute Separation of Heaven and Earth—it couldn't even cut his skin:

"Why the hell did I cultivate my body?!"

An omnipotent Holy Grail spanning infinite multiverses, identical in structure to the Ocean of Wishes—why the hell wouldn't I just kill myself and be done with it?!

"This crazy old man is your savior?"

Logan removed Mickey's headpiece and shook his head in disbelief.

"He can punch your adamantium into atoms!" Deadpool snarled over his shoulder, then turned back with a grin. "Calm down—we've already formed the Multiversal Defenders Alliance!"

Maybe I should calm down.

This level of Absolute Separation of Heaven and Earth, suppressing a hundred evils—even the Eternal Calamity Star Pattern was forcibly suppressed. At least I'm still safe, not dragged into any bloodshed.

At my age, I can't let people laugh at me.

Nan Gua set down the Seven-Star Sword and pulled out a personal artifact, constructed by a great power using his original information.

A treasure precious even among the myriad worlds, now replicated onto this spirit-body—too great a karmic burden to ponder.

He produced the fortune-telling sign: "Six Yarrow Stalks Foresee All Things, Eight Characters Measure All Mortals," "Hurry up—I've retired. This is my final divination!"

Then came the tortoise shell, copper coins, and Eight Trigrams.

"We just need someone who can fight—your fate-predicting skills aren't useful here," Constantine said bluntly.

"We have better fortune-prediction consultants."

"Bullshit! Fix my recent luck right now, settle the karmic debt, and let me go back!" Nan Gua cursed.

That bastard had some spell he couldn't break off for the moment.

"Is that so? Then fix my luck." A weak voice came from the doorway.

Everyone turned—the girl in a princess dress, Nyaa-ko, walked in, her hair tuft drooping limply, eyes vacant.

Thump!

Thump!

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

The divination tools placed on the ground by Nan Gui exploded one after another, like popping beans and popcorn.

His neck grew stiff; the speed of his previous "five spells per second" was gone, as if afflicted by a slow debuff, he slowly turned his gaze toward Nyaa-ko.

The Seven-Star Sword flew from his hand, drenched in bloodlight.

Around him, nine ancient bronze lamps flickered dimly and erratically, as if about to be snuffed out by a gale.

"Please calculate for me—when will the day come when I share a drink with Mr. Zhou and eat an ice cream bowl together, holding hands on a date~?"

Nyaa-ko crouched before Nan Gui, propping her chin in her hands with an adorable expression: "Can~ it~ end~~?"

Ughhhhh!

Nan Gui lowered his head, his face dark as water ready to drip; his throat felt choked, unable to produce a sound.

"Mr. Congeniality will finish his VR game in about five minutes. You need to prepare to return in three minutes," Abigail said, following behind him.

"Alright, I got it~," Nyaa-ko replied, glancing back.

"If you can alter my fate, then the deal is done and you may return. If you can't, then replace me and join them in the Holy Grail War?"

Chaos. Desecration. Madness. Cannot be calculated!

Puff!

Nan Gui spat a mouthful of essence-blood onto the Seven-Star Sword; trembling, he blocked all spiritual intuitions and premonitions.

"Not bad, huh~?!" Nyaa-ko was slightly surprised, nodding in satisfaction: "I didn't expect Constantine actually knew someone useful."

She changed her demeanor—no longer teasing—she reached out and pulled Nan Gui up, shaking his hand.

"You've passed! Welcome to the Multiverse Defense Alliance!" Nyaa-ko smiled. "Please give me your guidance!"

Puff!

Nan Gui was drenched in blood—this time from internal injuries.

"Alright, I just came to check on the new recruit. I'll leave this to you," Nyaa-ko waved, then jogged off.

Wei De De stepped forward, brushed the dust off Nan Gui, and said:

"To stop the Multiverse Devourer, no one can stand aside. You'll eventually be dragged into it too."

Dragged in?

Hearing that word, Nan Gui stared blankly at Wei De De.

The ancient calamity-star pattern: when calamity-stars walk together, it requires either a turbulent era or a world on the brink of great chaos to avoid the slaughter. The Disaster Lord symbolizes chaos—perhaps one may still save oneself, but the world sows the seed of great turmoil.

But when these three come together...

"Disaster Lord with twin Calamity Stars: forming the Triad of Ten Thousand Calamities, Chaos Devours the Primordial, Inverts the Nether Path, All Worlds Sink, the Omen of Epoch's End—the Eternal Deadlock, existing only in speculative divination."

"Can you translate that into English?" Wei De De squinted oddly. "This is the Marvel Cinematic Universe, not xianxia."

Logan thought the old man was unreliable and said:

"I know this guy's a bastard, but if you can set aside your prejudice and lend a hand to save the world, I'll thank you."

"If you meet these three, you die," Nan Gui pointed at Wei De De and Constantine. "Three Disasters converge on the crown, Five Decays of Death, neither alive nor dead, never reborn!"

"The longer you're near them, the stronger your fate, the more it dies—even heaven, earth, and all things perish. You talk about saving the world?!"

"Merely by existing in one universe, their fate-cores drag all realms into chaos and calamity. If they didn't exist in this world at all, there'd still be hope!"

Logan didn't want to argue further with the old man: "I'm still alive and well."

Wait—I think I'm already dead.

"You're incredibly rude!" Wei De De grew angry, shoved the man's chest but couldn't move him, then began jabbing his chest repeatedly:

"You're saying all this is our fault?!"

"The Multiverse Devourer is devouring worlds, and you claim we're the cause of destruction?!"

"Where's the destruction? Where's the multiversal calamity? How much did the Multiverse Devourer pay you to be a troll?!"

"No matter what you say, I won't let you go—I paid for this," Constantine shook his head, pulled out a cigarette candy, and put it in his mouth.

Nan Gui said nothing, but both his eyelids began twitching simultaneously; he rushed in panic out of the changing room.

"Don't run off randomly!"

Constantine and the others, still not in their masks, hastily cast a range-wide concealment spell.

The fireworks of Disneyland had just burst into the sky—but from some unknown moment, the entire amusement park had fallen silent; even the parade puppets and staff no longer performed or interacted.

Constantine saw Nan Gui staring upward like the other tourists, and followed his gaze skyward.

Blood-red.

Massive planets lined up in the heavens.

Zzzt... zzzzz...

As if electrical interference disrupted the vision—the scene flickered erratically.

Moments later, the blood-red faded; the night sky returned. Everyone thought they'd seen a hallucination—and immediately dismissed it.

Because now—

Countless starships appeared, a steel curtain blotting out the night sky.

Nyaa-ko tugged at Zhou Mingrui's forearm and asked: "Zhou, do you like Star Wars?"

"I," Zhou Mingrui opened his mouth, "I prefer watching divine battles."

This was just too sci-fi.

"Marvel's Earth is the axis of the multiverse; neighboring multiverses are drawing closer, so Earths—each as an axis—mutually attract."

Su Lin watched as all manner of spacecraft emerged beyond Earth, nearly filling the entire Earth-Moon orbit, still multiplying.

Just a moment ago—

King Arthur unleashed a Noble Phantasm, severing all dimensions of the Omniverse, carving a breach into the pocket universe—and that crisis was halted.

To be honest, Su Lin had been monitoring Merlin but hadn't interfered much with Chaldea's actions; however, the other party just happened to meet Kuang Dao Sanlang, and Kuang Dao Sanlang just happened to meet a Stark who knew the Pocket Universe Federation had many Reincarnators.

"Loki or Ji Tou Si?"

"At a time like this, what are you talking about?"

Meng Qi drew the Kuangdao Bawang's Ultimate Blade, gathering violet lightning; his Indestructible Yuan Shi body's inner landscape transformed into a microcosm. Though he had not yet attained Legend status, he had long become a true realm of his own.

Not to mention his body's acupoints were layered universes, his five viscera and six bowels fused with his Yuan Shen's Dharma Form to manifest the myriad heavens, and a single true spirit symbolized the origin of the Dao—these two together formed the Realm of Truth.

He intended to temporarily forge peak power from the embryonic multiverse within himself to resist the correction, but he was uncertain—there might well be powerful beings aboard those cosmic warships.

Moreover, he had to maintain the Cause of All Results, ensuring the karmic links with the Reincarnators.

"Loki forms the head, so it's Ji Tou Si," Xing explained.

Why can you understand?

"No…" Meng Qi rubbed his forehead: "First, prepare to protect Earth in this world."

The arrivals are hostile; they likely took advantage of the previous moment to directly enter Earth's airspace.

Earth's own S. H. I. E. L. D. has already mobilized, but against this number, it's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot—even within it are identical S. H. I. E. L. D. ships.

They've likely been plotting for a long time, searching for the Reincarnators who know the location of the Great Holy Grail.

Under normal circumstances, or in another universe, they would naturally not fear this—but now, the Jue Di Tian Tong that Fa La previously used, which initially brought convenience, has become a constraint.

"The Path to the Other Shore is closed; I have no divine prohibitions of equal rank in my current library. But the world's upper limit for power level is about to rise to Medium Magical Energy level."

Fa La sat on a chair, coldly flipping through the book in his hands; his golden-red eyes glanced at Su Lin once, then said nothing more.

Even with knowledge from future memories, he never understood what kind of inheritance or grand scheme the other Su Lin carried—until another Su Lin died, it remained a mystery.

Not to mention this method, which transcends conventional timelines by many times over.

How exactly were those creation laws fused together?

"Consider it weight training," Shi Hao stretched his shoulders, grinning: "Fighting under these conditions is excellent practice."

Ye Fan said nothing, summoned the Wanwu Mu Qi Ding, and prepared to consume transaction points using the Tiancheng City Lord's token to bring Tiancheng over.

Xiao Yan stared at the small serpent-like Flame Dragon Formation in his hand, froze for a moment, then looked at Su Lin: "Brother, got any cheats?"

Seeing this, Su Tuoni suddenly felt a strange mix of emotions; he glanced at the warships slowly approaching the sky, and a sense of helplessness welled up.

"Let me see."

Su Lin rummaged through his system inventory and pulled out a thin card, crystal-like in texture: 【Character Card. Swart】.

It had been gathering dust for a long time; he didn't know if it would work.

Crack.

The card snapped.