Chapter 631: The End of Reincarnation (Part 2) — 4800 Characters

Another night.

Peter Parker had not gone anywhere during this period, almost neglecting sleep and food as he trained Taiji in his room.

"I want to be a great hero!" Peter Parker thought: "Do good when I want to, punish the wicked when I want to!"

Like Uncle Su—unbound by duty or externally imposed morality, acting on his own will to do good and save the weak!

If he trained his Wu Gong diligently enough, someday he too could become such a person.

But today was different—he had been taken early to Stark Tower, where he was kept with several children his own age or even younger.

Outside, the sky was dark and gloomy, with faint but violent tremors and flashes of light; he did not know what had happened, but after Luomu Yuan, who had been leading them, suddenly left, the atmosphere in the room became unnaturally heavy.

"You're Peter Parker?" Morgan asked.

"You know me?" Peter was surprised.

He remembered this girl was Morgan Stark, seemingly the illegitimate daughter of that Iron Man.

"I'm sorry," Morgan stepped forward and hugged Peter: "I'm sorry, Brother Parker."

"It's fine, I mean, what are you sorry for?" Peter stammered.

This sudden situation left him bewildered.

Before he could react, a deformed body rose from the shadow spreading beneath his feet.

It was a monster with the lower half of a human body clad in Spider-Man's suit, and an upper torso composed of a tangled mass of human faces.

"Peter!"

Franklin was the first to react; he had barely shouted a warning when a ferocious spider, wielding Spider Totem power, surged forward and bound Franklin and his sister together in silk.

At the critical moment, Peter Parker used the tiny force he had cultivated to shove Morgan aside.

Boom—

An unknown terrifying force smashed through the wall, smoke billowing, as the face-spider monster drove its sharp chelicerae into Peter's body.

A blood-colored sword embryo pierced through the air; Shi Hao activated Lei Ting, striking with lightning—this was supreme yang power—but a strange sight occurred.

Without resistance, without flesh torn or blood spilled, the Great Luo Sword Embryo sank into the face-spider's body, passed through, and came to rest just before Peter's brow.

The face-spider was like a phantom—neither physical nor spiritual—but once its chelicerae pierced Peter Parker's body, their fates and karmic threads had fused together.

"This is the concept of Spider-Man, the history controlled by the First Heaven," Meng Qi appeared here, with solemn demeanor.

To eliminate the face-spider now, one must also destroy the young Peter Parker.

Before Tony with white hair from Avengers: Endgame and Spider-Man activated the time machine to seek aid on this timeline, Spider-Man died at that moment, and half his body was stolen and left within the Heaven Annals!

So they targeted the young Peter, the anchor of this timeline, with this method?

But Su Lin, who had ascended to some unknown place, would surely not overlook this issue.

Meng Qi analyzed calmly—and as expected, light spilled from the collapsed wall, and on Peter Parker's fading hand, three crimson command seals emerged.

This room is…

The morgue for Spider-Man Peter's upper body?!

Like a falling meteor.

Rolling white mist carrying faint light, a hand clad in red-and-blue spandex rested on the face-spider's shoulder.

"Hey."

The face-spider turned its head; a fist wrapped in Spider Totem power slammed into its face, sending it flying backward with stars in its eyes.

"You okay?" A tall, slender Spider-Man stood in place, scanning the surroundings as he pulled Peter up.

"Brother Parker!" Morgan exclaimed joyfully.

"Do we know each other?" The Spider-Man looked surprised, removed his mask to reveal a unfamiliar face—soft features, slightly curly hair, somewhat slender: "I am indeed Peter Parker."

At this moment, the recovered face-spider rose again, and this time its upper body swelled, sprouting numerous bulges.

From this nauseating, bloated mutation, countless undead Spider-Men composed of black particles hatched forth, carrying ruined, alienated spacetime landscapes that eroded reality, charging toward the curly-haired Peter and the Peter behind him.

Curly-haired Peter tapped his tech watch twice:

"I think I have a treasure that can solve this problem… called the Innate Realm: Spiderweb Cave?"

Space shattered and twisted; brilliant white light collided with black particles, revealing the interior of a highly technological metallic structure.

Everywhere—ceiling, floor, corridors—Spider-Men filled the space, hanging upside down from silk threads, all staring toward the undead spiders.

"I'm gonna throw some dust in their eyes."

Black Spider-Man, Cosmic Captain Spider-Man, Spider-God, Octopus Spider-Man—like two spider nests kicked over, the Spider Alliance's Spider-Men clashed with the undead spiders.

Yet these Spider-Men were not possessed by the Heaven Annals' timeline; instead, they fought hand-to-hand, locked in a brutal stalemate.

At first, their numbers were far fewer than the undead spiders', but during the battle, flashes of light continuously appeared, summoning new Spider-Men out of thin air.

"So this is a battle of who controls more history."

Meng Qi held a fragment peeled off by Su Lin, his eyes dark and hazy, as a vast, luminous dimension of immortality floated above every parallel Earth at the point of the Holy Grail War.

He flipped onto the ox's back, and in Shi Hao's squinting, slightly bewildered gaze, rode toward that dimension:

"I've only recently realized—the extra dimensions of the Great Luo Heaven can be mobilized."

Shi Hao opened his mouth as if to curse, then stopped, instead leading the other children—excluding Peter—away from the area.

The Grave of All Things.

This place was the borderland of the Marvel Universe, the primordial universe from which the Celestials sent the Infinity Stones to various multiverses.

But that was the past; now it was piled high with the corpses of gods, inert Infinity Stones, and discarded timelines that had fallen from the higher void.

After long sedimentation, these things would drain from the bottom into the void.

"Excuse me, gentlemen."

Loki picked up his own flying skull, reassembled it, and drove his car over:

"You've delivered your lines—aren't you going to perform a grand requiem of heaven, a symphony of good and evil, black and white?"

Two men with identical faces brawl in the desert—does the Friendship Punch transmit belief?

"You're describing nonsense plot." Su Lin's eyes glinted with danger as he sized up Loki, eager to strike.

That identity document representing status and cosmic recognition, combined with Su Lin's Skyward Light, explained why the First Sky's will incarnate assumed Su Lin's form after entering this universe.

Because the current cosmic entity known as the First Sky is Su Lin.

Once that thing enters the interior of the universe, it becomes another personality, and both sides fight for control of the body.

Su Lin just punched the other in the face—equivalent to the cosmic incarnate hitting himself.

"Your lie is misplaced," the black-clad Su Lin coldly stared back.

As he spoke, a storm of black particles erupted from Loki's body—each black particle a wraith of Loki from a different timeline.

This was a method left behind earlier.

Loki's eyes rolled back, foam spilled from his mouth, and he thrashed violently on the ground.

Seconds later.

"Was I controlled?" He leapt up like a leaping carp, clutching his chest, still shaken:

"Oh, almost got controlled. Good thing I'm not Loki—who am I again? Can't quite remember."

The black-clad Su Lin froze, then realized every Loki across all timelines—even those within the Skyward Chronicles—had simultaneously donned a monocle and broken free of control.

These Lokis began moving freely, their bodies twisting and winding like threads, finally linking with their counterparts in parallel universes, stitching together the Chronicles of Light and the Skyward Chronicles like needle and thread.

"Respected President, in fact, I did not lie."

Loki pinched the monocle carved from crystal above his right eye socket, letting out a chilling laugh:

"Didn't I already say—I forever pledge loyalty to the First President, but I never said it was you."

Loki nodded, stepped beside Su Lin, and met his murderous gaze without fear.

"Oh my god, my beloved President, Bishop, Mentor, Boss." He spread his hands:

"Don't look at me like that. Do you think I wanted to time it so precisely—to have that friend deliver the green card to you at the last possible moment?"

"In every story path I can observe, under any feasible condition, you would've seen that identity card half an hour earlier, packed your bags, and fled this universe with your people."

"What could I do? Don't you bear ninety-nine percent of the responsibility? Haven't you heard—great power entails great responsibility?"

Three questions in a row.

So this is why you, primordial aggregate, schemed against me?

It's like entering a country to apply for a tourist visa or temporary resident permit, only to find, the moment you step off the plane in America, your passport reads George Washington.

"The key is the final twist, the clearing of the fog—it hooks comic fans," Loki smiled.

He picked up the comic book titled *Secret Holy Grail War 2012* from the sand and held its cover facing both of them.

"Those who deceive and alter history will inevitably be deceived by history," Loki sneered. "Isn't that right, Mr. President who falsifies records?"

Flames burned, consuming the final digits, then restoring them—now reading:

—*Secret Holy Grail War 2024*

When the mist of history is lifted, the looping timelines will finally reach the true future.

Destroyed by the snap of Bai Bin Su Tuoni, along with the soul of the Reincarnator Stark, offered to the Chronicles of Light's Universe #1.

At this moment, reborn anew under the structure of the Chronicles of Light.

After a long period of development, time arrived at 2012.

That year, a man named Su Tuoni suddenly vanished from this universe—and returned, bringing with him a friend named Ge Xiaolun.

Later, he encountered his past self before the world's reboot, and Scott the Ant-Man; the true God of this universe descended once more.

Since this universe was always within the Chronicles of Light, these timelines reaching out without defense were no different from digging their own graves.

"You clearly favor your right hand," Loki bowed slightly to Su Lin.

*Boom! * The black-clad Su Lin's right arm shattered like foam, revealing strands of light that flew into Su Lin's body.

Skyward Light swelled rapidly; the thickness of the Chronicles of Light increased.

"So, could you put down the gun?" Loki said sincerely. "The T-virus is still too advanced for Marvel."

"So could you put the gun down?" Loki said sincerely: "The T-virus is still too advanced for Marvel."

Su Lin ejected the bullet containing multiple creation laws.

"I have never permitted you to desecrate the creation of the universe."

The black-clad Su Lin—or rather, this primordial cosmic will betrayed by the Chromatic Celestial Assembly.

Now no longer suppressing his hatred for all things, his contempt for Loki, he voiced his true thoughts:

"Allowing you to persist within my body is already a tremendous favor!"

The current Marvel universe was born from fragments of His body—he is a single universe, yet stronger than any multiverse.

He does not permit multiple possibilities; all individual concepts within this universe need only merge into one. These beings, forcibly created outside the natural cosmic process, are merely eyesores.

Over countless eons, He watched from afar as this separated universe cycled again and again, seeing its civilizations and lifeforms evolve—and deemed it an insult.

Over countless eons, He gazed from afar as this split-off universe underwent one cycle of rebirth after another, watching its civilizations and life forms continually evolve—and deemed it an insult.

Precisely because of this:

"We choose fusion."

Killing intent and rage merged; the power of annihilation, governed by the First Sky, emerged within His history.

From the severed limb, a new arm grew—its palm bearing an eye, filled with hatred for all things.

"I give you one final chance: join me and make all things above pay!" He gazed at Su Lin with greed and longing. "The little history you possess is negligible to me."

"Can you guess where the Second through Sixth Cosmic Incarnations who captured and took me away have gone?"

The black-clad Su Lin's green arm yanked out an invisible chain.

The black-clad Su Lin pulled out a transparent chain with his green arm.

In the void, beyond the eternal form incarnating the cosmic entity, chains clanked as several beings, identical to the Eternal's cosmic incarnation, crawled from the abyss, dragging shackles and manacles, walking forward without self-awareness.

"In fact," Su Lin's lips curled into a cryptic smile, though his eyes swam with a trace of guilt:

"That's not necessarily true. You've just had bad luck."

"I only wanted to be with Zhou forever—why are you all getting in the way?"

Nyaiko swung her crowbar, locking eyes with the three figures before her across the empty street: "Zhou, you came to me first for a date, right~? I got here first—there's a order of precedence, you sun-and-beach women."

Just another task for veteran big shots.

Zhou Mingrui thought this, but he wanted to ask what was going on—halfway through dinner, a bunch of gang-like figures stormed in and wrecked everything, and chaos erupted across all of New York.

Then, Young Lady Nai seemed to turn into a yandere, trying to drag me away from here.

My two female teammates, however, stood firmly in front, reliably blocking the way.

'It seems only the Fallen God qualifies as a threat—even the Three Pure Ones' recovery speed isn't doing well~'

Nyaiko let out a soft chuckle, walking toward Zhou Mingrui with her hands behind her back, utterly unconcerned by the two 'Multiversal Devourers' facing her.

Gradually, as sunlight's glorious radiance began to surge from Huai Shi's body,

In an instant.

An invisible ripple swept across, like a single drop of water falling in a silent world, moving through darkness and stirring ripples throughout existence.

"What is this?!!!"

She whirled around, staring toward the summit of the Sanctum.

There.

A girl's silhouette stood, bathed in a torrent of light, raising a bow and arrow, radiating illumination that pierced through the chaotic realms of all worlds and timelines.

Some things are being drained.

The purple gem's excited, shrill voice rang out: 【Recognizing you as Master was absolutely right—this is an unprecedented, mind-blowing artifact activation, Master!!!】

"Really… really going to do this?" Lu Lu Mu Yuan's voice trembled: "This is too—"

She averted her gaze, her arms shaking slightly, but her eyes flickered to the group message.

Su Lin: "Please, Xiao Yuan—only you can do this!"

Huai Shi: "Please, Yuan Shen—save this world and King Cthulhu!"

Lu Mingfei: "Please, Yuan Shen—save this world and my Niuniu!"

"Burn the world-civilization history of this universe!" XN

Hōrai-san Kagen: "I wish to see rivers of blood!"

Lu Lu Mu Yuan looked toward Tony Stark, trapped in a time-loop cycle, still suffering.

Everyone in the group had helped me so much, and Mr. Stark was a cold exterior with a warm heart—I'd never done anything for him. If it's within my power—

"I understand."

Lu Lu Mu Yuan's gaze hardened, raising her arrow high: "It's time I repaid everyone—Purple Gem!"

【The Time of Coronation Has Arrived—Let This Awaken All Phenomena!!!】

All darkness was incinerated; boundless light surged upward.

The ribbon announcing the end of multiversal civilization responded to the girl's benevolence toward the entire universe.

【Human History Loading Begins—This garbage universe's civilization is only fit to be your magical energy, hehehehehe!!!】

Hundreds of millions of rays converged here, each one a thread of human civilization's history across the multiverse.

The entire history of every civilization—from its birth to its future—was drained and transformed into magical energy upon the arrow.

As if life were fifty years—dreamlike, illusory, insubstantial.

The End of the Cycle.

(End of Chapter)