Chapter 626: This Is Not Me

It was clearly a fair and open competition, yet you can't even accept defeat and resort to cheating—when did shadow troops get universal suffrage?

"They chose me." Black-clothed Su Lin delivered his victory speech inside the Chronicle of the Heavens.

Bro, are you serious?

Su Lin was certain again: that guy over there was definitely not him, and had nothing to do with him whatsoever.

As Bai Shen Belobog, he himself looked down on such despicable, shameless dark methods.

Those undead came from a timeline in the Marvel Omniverse that had just been destroyed, and before they could be reclaimed, they were guided into the 616 Main Universe.

Under these circumstances, the Earth of the 616 Main Universe began to rapidly turn gray-white at a visibly discernible pace.

From a high-dimensional perspective, one could see that some force lurked within every timeline, annihilating all with eternal rage.

"WDNMD," Su Lin cursed.

It was like being invited by your roommate to a dormitory championship match, only to enter a custom room where the opposing dorm had recruited not just a rank-and-file legend but professional players.

Had Wanwu Xia really merged with the First Heaven?!

Even though by now, most individuals had entered the Chronicle of Light, freed from the nightmares and constraints of the Old Shadows.

But now, the shadow troops summoned by the other side had increased the Chronicle of the Heavens' authority within the 616 Main Universe.

No.

It wasn't when the team led by Huang Yang entered the Marvel Universe that history began to be altered—it was the moment the First Heaven erased its own defeat that the timeline had already become distorted!

The current 616 Main Universe itself is a distorted timeline!

Time as the warp, events as the weft—previously, it had merely been consuming other parallel universe timelines, lacking major events to serve as weft supports, so the First Heaven had never acted.

Now, when Su Lin showed signs of seeking control over the 616 Main Universe,

It no longer waited for the right moment, abandoned its plan to capture all individuals at once, and chose instead to seize the 616 Main Universe for itself.

Because it was the origin of everything.

The founding of the Pocket Universe Federation, the choice to position itself beyond the border dimensions, the mass gathering of Reincarnators carrying a certain quantity of Heaven Fragments, and so many counterparts from distorted timelines.

Like a large intestine swallowing a smaller one, one scheme after another.

Faced with such a long-prepared maneuver, Su Lin having reached this point was already beyond expectation.

"You win this round—you've got more people."

He had no intention of fighting the opponent to the death right now.

Su Lin turned around; within the world of the Chronicle of Light, a brilliant, blazing storm of light surged, tearing apart the timeline aligned with the Chronicle of the Heavens.

Like a book bound with silk threads, each thread snapped one by one.

At that very moment, a golden hand reached in, cradling Su Lin as it withdrew him from the area.

"You can't escape—even if you flee to the farthest corner of the Void, I will eventually find you!"

The will of the First Heaven declared in Su Lin's form:

"He will pay for manipulating me to create this universe—when I devour you, when I absorb the Throne of the Abyss God and become more complete, until I transcend all things."

Black abyss, emerald annihilation, gray-white time—woven into an absolute fact that even the Living Tribunal could not shake or interfere with.

"I am you, you are me—we are from the primordial age of."

The First Heaven!

With the final declaration, darkness swallowed all, leaving only a single gray-white Tree of Time standing in the Void.

It gazed from the rifts between worlds with anticipation, longing, and ambition—within, the Omniverse's 616 Main Universe was collapsing, while he began weaving a world identical to it.

Only the stories, the fates of all living beings, now turned in twisted forms.

At that very moment, as if an invisible hand unfolded, it crossed dimensional and worldly barriers, slowly reaching toward the Pocket Universe Federation.

Deep-blue stellar voids spread like water, surging from those individuals who had not chosen—or had not had time to choose—the Chronicle of Light, eroding all things in reality.

And it was still spreading toward the Living Tribunal.

"Go!" Huang Yang and the others seized the chance without hesitation, leaping directly into the deep-blue starry pools.

"You should leave too," said the Living Tribunal, gazing at Su Lin standing on his palm.

"This place is shifting beyond the multiverse—I cannot stop it, nor can I leave."

As he spoke, Logos appeared, but his body now bore a gray-white timeline as a root-tube, extending from the Void and sinking into his head.

That was Logos's historical record.

The will of the First Heaven could not command the Living Tribunal to attack Su Lin and the others, but it could bind him here using history as chains.

"No, you must leave this place—otherwise you will become his pawn."

Reed regained his senses, pushing himself up from the ruins. He looked at the Living Tribunal and Su Lin on his palm, and asked solemnly: "The other face of the First Heaven—can I fully trust you?"

"." Su Lin looked down and said: "I am not the First Heaven."

"You are the part that symbolizes light, his opposite—the eternal opposition between humanity and divinity!"

Reed nodded. He glanced at the Pocket Universe Federation, nearly corrupted, and his gaze hardened: "I know. I know well—the Creator of the universe's origin should not hate us alone."

You scientific mystic, what the hell do you know!

Before Su Lin could speak, black particles reappeared around Reed and the others.

Reed, who had just looked weary and uneasy, opened his arms—their limbs elongated and curled, embracing everyone—including the Living Tribunal—in a circle.

"I'll send you away."

Reed looked at Franklin and Valeria, smiling: "Tell your mother I love her forever—and I love you both."

"Dad! What about you?" Franklin held Valeria out toward Reed, reaching for him.

Reed shook his head.

In that instant, a vast force tore through layers of seals, forcibly opening a temporal-spatial passage into the dimensions.

"After Secret War, I gained a portion of the Beyonders' power from the Molecule Man—now is the time to use it."

Reed suddenly acquired a device filled with blended colors:

"Index Engine — this is a common tool used by the Transcendent Gods to maintain the multiverse from outside, capable of returning you to your normal universe."

It can erase things from existence and reintegrate them into other universes.

In a certain sense, this device shares similar functions with the 'Great Holy Grail,' being another all-powerful 'wishing machine.'

The only person alive now who can activate this machine, besides the Transcendent Gods, is Reed Richards — the sole individual present possessing Transcendent Power.

"You don't have much time left."

Reed quickened his pace, saying:

"I, including the Creator Reed, have become one of them — there must be some timeline where Reed is possessed, draining the Superfluid Realm; do not attempt to erase all versions of me, that would increase errors in the multiverse's timeline."

After obtaining the final piece of truth from Stark, Reed had already simulated countless possibilities in his mind — he now foresaw exactly what would happen next.

Then he turned to Stark and said:

"I should have believed you sooner — though it won't change anything, you're right: in any universe, the trouble I've caused is no less than yours."

"Actually, Strange is also a troublemaker," Stark's expression was complex: "If we get the chance, let's cause a big mess together."

"Hahaha." Reed laughed — he was satisfied with this final joke.

As Transcendent Power was drained, every being present began to dissolve, reinserted into the multiverse by the Engine's effect — naturally including the Living Tribunal.

"." Su Lin fell silent briefly, then spoke: "Do you have any final wishes?"

"Keep Victor away from my wife and children!" Reed said seriously: "And also..."

All Transcendent Power was fully drained; the gradient-colored engine pipes transformed into rising divine light.

He stared fixedly at the glorious radiance stretching to the edge of the heavens, flowing into the multiverse's interior — an endless expanse of deep blue cosmos.

"If you ran for president, I'd vote for you..."

Reed's arms and body hung limply, his flexibility and elasticity gone — after all, this artifact is normally kept in a White Heat Chamber or high-dimensional power source; using it outside requires only the Transcendent Gods' own power.

"Make, Light, Great, Again." He whispered, exhausted, closing his eyes.

His vision was filled with memories: meeting Huang Yang and others on campus, studying science together, serving as best man and maid of honor at weddings, founding the Illuminati — his long life's dream was dotted with the figures of these "Reincarnator friends."

Finally, as everything reached its end, those figures gradually took on the form of Su Lin — black hair, black eyes.

Regardless of gender.

"That's why I hate the Democrat Party's open borders and New Liberalist LGBT candidates."

His voice cut off abruptly.

The Pocket Universe Federation vanished like bubbles from this space.

After being washed by emerald time radiation, only emptiness remained, filling everything.

Nine years after the 2015 Secret Wars event.

November 4, 2024 — the 616 Main Universe and Mister Fantastic Reed Richards are dead.

A meteor streaked across the long night, ripples spreading in concentric circles.

"Blazingly, bury the star-river!"

The Human Skin Scripture had been alive for some time — since returning from Belobog, Fang Zheng had considered having 'Fang Yuan' the Prison Boss restore it, but...

【Technique Upgrade】

"Blazingly, bury the Silver River!"

This Human Skin Scripture is too strong.

Like an automatic ghost-detection device — whenever an evil ghost appears within fifty li, it rushes forward with a full set of Military Boxing.

Moreover, any technique or Wu Gong that Fang Zheng has enhanced, the Human Skin Scripture can use.

It fights better than Fang Zheng himself.

【Technique Upgrade】

"Blazingly, bury the ten-thousand-ancient!"

This damn thing isn't Wu Gong at all.

Countless runes ignited across the humanoid form of the Human Skin Scripture, then instantly transformed into Consumables — simultaneously enhancing the technique and serving as fuel for the Human Skin Scripture's technique execution.

Normally, Fang Zheng would be heartbroken by this practice.

Dragon-Tiger Dual Form Golden Bell Shield → Four Symbols Divine Beasts Luo Tian Shield → Profound Heaven Buddha-God Sky-Covering Seal

A red skull of unknown origin, its head crowned with a Soul Stone, was shattered.

Green runes +999

Honestly, he began to suspect he'd entered some Marvel Skull-gold-farming game — fully automated, one punch = 999, rewards exploding instantly.

"Do you sell your Human Skin Scripture?" Yang Jian murmured.

Fang Zheng watched the Human Skin Scripture, its fists glowing with Jin Guang, relentlessly punching the red skull — a chill ran through his body.

In that instant, he felt as if the Human Skin Scripture had glanced his way.

"Ask it — not me."

Time passed, second by second.

When the Human Skin Scripture had fully drained the strange red-skull ghost, leaving not a trace of soul energy, Fang Zheng returned with his Human Skin Scripture elder brother.

"Prison Boss, tonight's Holy Grail War is weird."

Fang Zheng and Yang Jian pushed open the door — instantly realizing not only was the Holy Grail War strange, but the atmosphere here was too.

Yang Jian, silent, stepped back behind Fang Zheng — only to feel his skull collide with a broad chest.

He turned around: "Liu Li Ge..."

When did he get behind us?

No — there's another Han Li here — this one is the real body?!

It's just a timeline invasion, but not a direct one—rather, it's indirect, through those chosen Masters. Nothing too serious.

Su Lin patted the empty space beside him and smiled: "Fang Zheng, come sit over here."

This must be a precursor to the world's destruction.

At this moment, Yi Leina brought over a pot of brewed tea; her expression was peculiar. She glanced at the group keeping their distance, then sat down beside Su Lin.

"It's fine, Laodi, don't come over," Su Lin waved him off. "Find a spot and sit anywhere."

So Fang Zheng has matters, but Laodi doesn't?!

Fang Zheng felt he had returned at the worst possible time.

"Sigh."

Su Lin buried his head in the gray hair behind the witch, as if hugging a pillow: "Friendship is so fragile—boats capsize at the drop of a hat."

Fang Zheng had no idea what was going on.

He looked around and saw Meng Qi, Xiao Yan, and others seated at a distance—not too close, but not far either—holding tissues or handkerchiefs, wiping sweat from their foreheads.

Several held World Universal Communication Tokens, staring blankly at the air, lost in whatever they were scrolling through.

"Not cool, bro."

Meng Qi, holding the World Universal Communication Token, used the Cause of All Results to replay the first Skyward Breath's appearance, form, and sensations: "Is this you?"

"That wasn't me," Su Lin said, lifting his head.

"Back then, your hair was black," Meng Qi said seriously. "This is definitely you!"

"Tsk." Su Lin clicked his tongue. "Probably because I'm the one who controls Skyward Light."

Do you even believe that yourself?

It's not that they distrust Su Lin or fear him— they aren't afraid Su Lin is the First Skyward; they're afraid the First Skyward is Su Lin.

One Tony Su is already heavy enough.

This guy hanging around like a Buddha is even heavier.

If another Skyward Su, bent on destroying Marvel, shows up, this world is probably beyond saving.