Chapter 629

"Destroy the timeline"

Stark glanced at the two wristwatch tasks on his right and left hands, put down the wrench used to calibrate the quantum tunnel, and asked: "Has anyone ever said your missions resemble those of the reincarnation space?"

"You might want to take a closer look at the main god space user agreement section," Tony Stark said.

Stark rummaged for a while and found a note reading "Coincidence if similar," visible only with a magnifying glass.

He could probably guess something.

"Besides the main god space, who are the Six Realms Lords of these reincarnation parks?"

Stark asked again: "Why are they each issuing their own missions separately?"

"Before the Catastrophe of Ruin, besides the main god space, there were several other places in the myriad worlds with similar functions, but they all smashed each other to ruins during the great war; after the seals were lifted, the powerful beings behind these spaces joined forces to start a new company."

Tony Stark summarized: "It's bankruptcy liquidation and restructuring for an IPO."

White-haired Tony and Stark both froze, remembering someone had once explained it was just a movie.

Tony shrugged and said: "I saw someone analyze it this way on the forum."

"Uh-hmm." Stark opened his mouth, then quickly changed the subject:

"Your daughter's named Morgan Stark? I don't have a daughter, but I have an asshole cousin with that exact name."

White-haired Tony was surprised: "You're still single after all these years?"

"That's not the point," Stark said helplessly.

"If I had a daughter, I'd name her Morgan Stark too," Tony said.

"Then remember not to tell her things like 'snapping fingers to erase an entire universe is more satisfying than killing half the population.'"

White-haired Tony retorted: "Bad influence."

"..." Tony blinked, then asked: "So that ant really sneaked into my bedroom?"

"Hope I get a chance to snap my fingers too," White-haired Tony also changed the subject.

They all knew what kind of temper and personality they had; aside from certain twisted, evil outliers, Tony Stark wasn't evil, but most were extremely proud.

This pride would soften when facing others, but with parallel universe counterparts, it was always a direct clash.

Fortunately, there was still an older Tony, whose temperament had softened somewhat with age and family life, able to act as a buffer among the three.

"We're ready to attempt time travel."

The repair and construction progress of the time machine was much faster than expected, after all here there were three supreme geniuses.

"But this situation is absolutely abnormal; logically, you'd need a superfluid domain shuttle, not a time machine."

Stark frowned tightly, as if facing a difficult problem:

"If a time machine can reach your universe, it means you are his future."

"Another question: why are only you and Spider-Man Peter Parker unaffected by temporal corruption?"

According to the other's description, even Thanos became corrupted during battle.

In a near-apocalyptic scenario, Iron Man and Spider-Man were the only two superheroes who could fight without being corrupted.

"I don't know, but I can't punch Thanos into the mantle," White-haired Tony said anxiously, his mind elsewhere.

Some survivors still remained in the future timeline, waiting for rescue.

With the Pym Particles fully replenished, it meant they could once again enter the quantum domain to reach the post-Avengers: Endgame time point in 2023.

But now wasn't the right time.

They turned their gaze to the sandbox, where patches of black smog gradually formed across various parts of New York City at night.

It was a complete mess; without Su Yulin's sandbox maintaining the boundary between the surface and inner worlds, this timeline would have collapsed rapidly.

Now, the Tony Starks finally understood the true purpose behind the reincarnation space's deployment of timeline defenders and hunters, and the "I Am Legend" mission.

Destroying timelines through different methods could be used to fill the thickness of the Celestial Annals.

Turning reincarnators into superhero defenders of the world, creating new legendary histories, allowed the First Celestial to use these legends as a medium to gradually corrupt the timeline.

Whichever side was chosen, it was all to provide sufficient numbers of timelines for this invasion.

However, since some reincarnators had not yet become "legends" and failed to meet the harvest standard, their timelines showed no anomalies.

"The collapse of the entire multiverse is inevitable," Stark said.

Tracing back the original timelines of corrupted individuals from the Holy Grail War and completely destroying the aberrant timelines was merely a symptomatic treatment.

The multiverse catastrophe has already begun.

No universe will ultimately escape disaster.

"Does the First Celestial's symbol of light have any plan?" Stark asked about this.

"The plan is..."

Tony Stark tapped a few times on the screen; the Möbius strip model appeared: "We're ready to move, Avengers."

"Who are you talking to?"

The other two turned to look at him at once, seeing Tony Stark's gaze blank, his helmet instantly snapping into place.

Crackling.

He opened the microscopic quantum domain's time tunnel.

According to the schedule of legendary streamer Su Yulin—rest one year per match—so far he's already overdrafted his peak level for several future years, because since arriving here he's been C'ing every single match.

"Teacher Yan Sen hasn't sent any message; he's probably in a time flow different from ours."

Su Lin wasn't worried about Teacher Yan Sen's safety; whether it was the soul protection feature of the chat group or Teacher Yan Sen's own strength, self-preservation was definitely no problem.

But the situation in the Marvel universe wasn't optimistic.

Let's briefly tally our combat strength: chat group members, the Almighty Cosmic-level Sovereign Hero, the Gold-Silver Life Tribunal...

And the God of Stories, Loki, is still on horseback en route.

Now, let's see what the other side has.

The Cycle Space, All Below (OBA), Outer Gods, and the First Sky, which is about to fuse all powers of the Omniverse, can restrict all origins born within Marvel.

It has effectively neutralized about ninety-nine percent of Marvel's effective combat power.

Fortunately, after Su Lin brought the Type-Moon Universe over, he accidentally liberated some useful individuals by blending histories, confusing origins, and opening visas.

"I understand. Wait a bit longer—I'll guarantee your safety." Su Lin scratched his ear.

The harassment messages, like a phone bombardment, transmitted from the Origin, fell silent once more.

Facing the invasion of the timeline, Type-Moon Universe's physical form has issued a fierce protest and instinctively demanded Su Lin sever the fusion with the Marvel Universe.

That's what happens when body and soul are out of sync.

As the Origin Vortex, the cosmic soul Su Lin must now ensure Type-Moon Universe suffers no security breaches.

If the connection between the two universes is severed, Merlin and others will return to their BAN positions to watch, and the cultivators' player identities will vanish.

Type-Moon, with IP value many times lower than Marvel's, has already struggled mightily to hold its ground against Marvel's giant IP through leverage.

Under these circumstances, Su Lin naturally won't sacrifice Type-Moon Universe.

"This timeline has been fully packaged; if necessary, it can be relayed through Type-Moon Universe to my home."

The method for relocating was planned with the worst-case scenario in mind.

Once Type-Moon Universe separates, Su Lin will immediately lose his multiversal creation godpower and must rely solely on the Skylight, leaving him utterly isolated.

What exactly is this riddler planning?

I merely asked him to cross-reference the wanted list of Cycle Walkers in the database—he told me to do whatever I wanted.

Worst case, after returning, once the technology matures, we can keep dispatching Cycle Space Cycle Walkers here to continue gathering fragments and wage a long war.

Su Lin sensed something was off, because the First Sky's will avatar still lacks the power to directly awaken the original self within the Eternal.

As long as Loki hasn't abandoned resistance, the Marvel Universe can still hold out for a long time.

This situation now resembles raising the Bai Qi in surrender—the First Sky's will avatar's influence within the universe is gradually expanding.

So it's fine if I want to leave now?

As for the Skylight

If the risk is too high, from a rational standpoint, Su Lin won't keep investing for this fragment—once he takes it, he'll use it as long as he can.

Within their capacity, everyone has done what they could; Loki's request has been fulfilled to the best of their ability.

It's impossible to expect Su Lin and others to sacrifice themselves for the love and peace of this universe—not only do they lack the ability, they bear no responsibility or obligation to save the Omniverse, nor will they accept any moral coercion.

Under total collapse of the timeline defense, relocating and protecting this Earth is already the limit.

After all, only this Earth's Tony Stark is their group member.

【Prompt: Group member Tony Stark has entered soul state】

Within the great hollow beneath the Sanctum Sanctorum, in the Type-Moon Universe where the Holy Grail resides, many group members removed their helmets provided by the Fourth Catastrophe simulation device and turned toward their sides.

There, where Tony Stark's physical body had been, to prevent another incident like being killed by the Hulk, Tony had specifically chosen to enter as a player, nesting his identity.

Now, only an empty gaming helmet remained.

Shh—!

In that instant, a trailing streak of steel fell, tearing through the clouds, descending toward the earth like a meteor shower.

Violent explosions followed one after another; flames rolled, striving to crush everything.

Those were missiles.

The latest product of Stark Industries.

Countless flashes of fire erupted violently from the desert, the pinnacle of human technological civilization unleashed by its own intelligent design.

Just some steel, gunpowder, money, and a few justifications.

"Hell was made this way."

But likewise,

"I can create heaven too."

Tony Stark recalled that scene, recalled those vows—he thought it, and he did it.

For

For what?

Never mind, it doesn't matter—what matters is that, with the help of his own Extremis virus software, all of San Francisco has become better!

"Yes, it once was beautiful."

He suddenly lowered his head and took a deep gulp from the XO bottle.

Betrayed by the woman he loved most, exposed on television, ruined and disgraced, now he could only savor regret in darkness and solitude. Maybe he shouldn't have made the Extremis virus software paid; maybe a fifty-percent discount would have let eighty percent of people use it.

It doesn't matter anymore—he's no longer Iron Man.

"What are you standing there for!" The aged Steve Rogers slapped him and shouted: "The world is under endless assault—we need your strength!"

He froze in place, and at that moment, the other extended his hand.

"Wanna help me rebuild the Avengers?"

Yes—he had been waiting for this chance to return as Iron Man!

A white symbiotic armor instantly covered his entire body—but where did he get a white armor? He vaguely remembered owning such a set, but it should've had Infinity Stones or something like that.

Tony touched his chest, decided to build a new one after defeating the enemy, and flew out, gazing at the two figures wreaking havoc in the city.

"Do you think he can still be saved?!" Stark raised his energy shield in front, but the Tony who had become the white Iron Man no longer recognized friend from foe.

"No one ever returns to normal once corrupted." The auxiliary plasma cannons behind the white-bearded Tony scattered the surrounding enemies.

An immense black mist, never seen before—even within the Pocket Universe Federation—surged from the white armor on Tony Stark's body.

Ghostly, grotesque-faced, pale-skinned Avengers gathered beside him.

Their stiff movements gradually became fluid; the moment they raised their heads and stared this way—

Boom—!

Terrifying Lei Ting fell from the sky.

Amid the cold-hued electric flashes, the ruins gradually shattered into fine dust.

"I should have placed fragments of Light on him and Banner to guard against isomorphic concept erosion."

Arcs of electricity flickered along the long sword; with a light swing, the sword qi swept away the fluid-like plasma and the dense ranks of Lei Shen's army alike.

"Let me ask something."

He turned his head and asked White-Browed Su Tuoni: "Is this really Avengers: Endgame, the timeline we visited last time?"

White-Browed Su Tuoni was first startled by Su Lin's appearance, then nodded with certainty.

"." Su Lin withdrew his gaze.

He gazed at the world, as if assembled from countless irregular mirror shards, each fragment revealing a different timeline's landscape.

Su Lin was familiar with these bizarre scenes—he had seen them not long ago.

A chronicle of the First Heaven, woven from countless distorted timelines.

Gray-white timelines were converging furiously from this point; along their trajectories, Su Lin saw

a topological structure ∞, a Möbius strip.

Loki did not do nothing.

He indeed intervened, directing all distorted timelines invading the space-time of the Great Holy Grail into this universe.

This was a sealed temporal loop.

A timeline destined for sacrifice.

Judging by this number, the timeline where Su Lin and the others resided had long been exposed—perhaps by Nyarlathotep.

Now, with Tony Stark possessed by a nightmare untouched by past or future.

The location of the nexus.

Utterly shattered.