Chapter 634: The Final Vote

Will

Is dispersing.

Manifesting the miracle of indestructible immortality requires a price.

At the moment of nearing death and imminent disappearance, the entire span of life—whether called long or brief—flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

'Trapped in life and death, unable to escape: if flesh and soul are destined to decay, yet still harbor a goal to reach, then sacrifice your very being with your final will to die for the Dao.'

A million voices whispered at Su Lin's ears; his spiritual power surpassed all at this moment.

Like a sandglass frozen in time cracking open, the rising column of light swallowed the Graveyard of Infinity; the endless primordial stones and ruins dissolved into that pure white, returning to the primordial.

Timeline, history, existence, consciousness, life, future—all collided and erased each other.

Had the First Heaven not been free of decay and aging, any other powerful entity would have already entered its final countdown.

'This is the mythic origin you desired!'

Su Lin leaned close to Its eyes and asked: 'Why not say thank you? Which origin do you truly want?'

'You究竟'—the will-embodiment of the First Heaven suddenly fell silent.

In that pure white, It finally saw, through Su Lin's eyes, the primordial origin of creation—constantly erupting, merging, and contradicting itself, second by second.

Ineffable, as if countless spacetimes collided, various creation laws carrying divergent origins converged in an impossible possibility, forging order from mad chaos, and from order, chaos emerged.

At this moment, the First Heaven clearly perceived one thing.

This beam of Heaven-light, returned from its journey through the Void

Was truly Its gospel!

If It reclaimed him, It would grow even stronger—and complete the unification ritual to dominate all other mythic origins and Demon God positions within the Abyss!

'I want them ALL!!!'

Through the gaps between Su Lin's fingers gripping Its face, Its pupils oozed fanaticism and greed.

Even now, those secret creation laws had already flowed into Its body like flesh and soul.

'Your influence from these laws means nothing to me—no different than reading a comic!'

The First Heaven stared at Su Lin and laughed out feathers: 'Your position.'

Its words choked off; a thick cloud of pure light feathers poured from Its mouth and began writhing, growing.

Su Lin's avatar, left at home within the embrace of the Heavenly Dao, soothed the Heavenly Dao, who had come knocking after discovering the new identity, and spoke simultaneously with the original:

'What about my position?'

The First Heaven seemed to have witnessed something inconceivable, yet Its words and intended will transformed into:

'In the beginning was the Dao; the Dao was with God; the Dao was God. In the beginning was nothing; nothing had no name; from One it arose, far-gazing, vast and blue; the Supreme Heaven above all, the Benevolent Mysterious-Yellow Heavenly Buddha.'

Within Its body, the Abyssal spacetime it governed

Began birthing countless cosmic embryonic forms amid mist and darkness, absorbing Its essence and slipping beyond Its control.

Pure Land, Immortal Realm, Divine Nation, Heaven, World Egg, Chaos Embryo, Numerical Tree—if left unchecked, these would give birth to new multiverses atop the ruins, and like the birth of the Marvel Universe, these fragments stained with divergent creation laws would directly evolve into a multiverse!

Pure Land, Immortal Realm, Divine Nation, Heaven, World Egg, Chaotic Embryo, Virtual Tree. If left unchecked, new multiverses will be born atop the original ruins, and like the birth of the Marvel Universe, these fragments tainted by different creation laws will directly evolve into a multiverse!

Completely don't understand!

In an instant, surpassed the limits of its current position, affecting the part of itself connected to the Abyss?!

It awoke as from a nightmare, gazing at Su Lin with venomous hatred, its eyes like conduits to the deepest darkness: 'I hate the multiverse!!!'

Sparks scattered; the Abyssal Marvel Universe, linked to the Void, contracted; infinite points, myriad fragments, flickering uncertainly.

In a single thought, the incoming creation laws, those universes about to escape Its control—all became the price to cancel and erase Its existence.

The First Heaven in Su Lin's hand vanished, dissolving into shadow; yet just as Su Lin had returned from the Path of Martyrdom, It too returned from nothingness into reality.

'Useless.' It raised its eyes coldly and said: 'Even if the two opposite universes in the Void and the Abyss are linked, My connection to the Abyss remains unbroken!'

'You may influence My portion in the Void countless times, but I can keep countering you with self-annihilation!'

"You can influence my portion in the Void countless times, but I can also keep going with you through self-annihilation!"

It sensed Su Lin's spiritual power climbing relentlessly—peak inevitably leads to decline.

Su Lin smiled: 'You keep mentioning your bond with the Abyss—but is what you rely on truly the God Position yet to reach its ascension point?'

'What do you mean?' Black-suited Su Lin remained calm.

'You still have one anchor in this universe, don't you?'

Su Lin spoke slowly: 'Before, it was only a guess—but now I'm certain. You hid a single most crucial page of the Heaven Annals.'

After activating the Martyr, both you and I should already have met our destined deaths beneath the Divine Seal.

Not to mention that after being purified by the Blessing of Light, You even obliterated Yourself once.

Under the suppression of the Future-Person position from your friends, Your incarnations across all worlds were sealed and unable to revive; the Void and Marvel's opposite universes entangled, and the timeline narrowed to a single thread.

With all this, you still show no significant effect—could this truly be due to the God Position of the Abyss?

'The first page of the Heaven Annals—the very page you used to store the Marvel Universe's wreckage data, secretly placed in the Cycle Space as your final page.'

Su Lin faced the calm black-suited Su Lin, then suddenly grinned: 'It's Tony Stark, isn't it?'

The First Heaven's original anchor—that was the aberration of the Marvel Universe, the true root triggering its chain reaction!

The Primordial Anchor of the First Heaven, that was the beginning of the Marvel Universe's anomaly, and the true root of the Marvel Universe's chain reaction!

A mobile historical backup.

The origin of the corrupted timeline.

Black-suited Su Lin's face darkened like stormwater; after locking eyes with Su Lin for several seconds,

Abyssal darkness erupted behind It, stretching ten thousand zhang, the primordial light of all things writhing and spreading, devouring the endless spacetimes along its path.

Like pouring milk into an Americano, the world's color gradually became neither black nor white.

Like adding a cup of milk to an Americano, the world's colors gradually became neither black nor white.

"You are me, and I am you."

No one knew which Su Lin had spoken, but the voice was full of seduction: "Let us become great again together!"

"Stop! You bunch of trash!!!"

Tony Stark had many titles: playboy, billionaire CEO, casino master, and ladies' man.

But his favorite title was still Iron Man.

Because since the world began, there could be many playboys and many billionaires, but only one Iron Man.

Yes, I am Iron Man, the protector of peaceful New York City.

"Steve, I just feel something's off about this."

Today was the final day of campaigning for the president; after defeating the multiverse invaders, the Avengers had begun participating in political activities.

To be honest, he found it strange.

When had the Avengers acquired such bizarre figures as Superman, Omnipotent Man, Ninja, Zombie, Immortal, Sage, Angel, Cerebral Robot, and Alchemist?

Supposedly, they came from the Cycle Space.

"Nothing's wrong—we've rebuilt a new Avengers," Steve patted his shoulder, encouraging him:

"We defeated all multiverse invaders, the villains have reformed, and Earth has become more peaceful than ever before."

"Well done, Tony. We've always trusted you—you're the most perfect among us."

"Let the past stay in the past. If you're willing to open the Extremis Virus for free, all of Earth will thank you."

The current president wanted him to provide the Extremis Virus app free to most people, while charging the wealthy.

"You never used to be this fond of flattery," Tony Stark said with a strange expression.

He always felt the Extremis

Virus wasn't a good thing, and once released to everyone, it would risk developers controlling users.

He had done this before for profit and fame, and it had ruined his reputation, costing him the identity of Iron Man.

This time, he absolutely could not make that mistake again.

Everyone must be free.

"Let Congress and the president handle it," Steve, seeing he wouldn't be persuaded, shook his head slightly and said, "Excuse me."

Tony watched Steve brush past him and embrace Carter in a kiss, Peter Parker arrive with his parents and uncle at the banquet, and Wanda and Vision enter the gate with their children.

These scenes

made one sigh: peace truly was wonderful.

Of course, it would be better if everyone's relationships weren't so tangled.

Why had it become normal for one person to have dozens of husbands or dozens of wives?

Supposedly, during the multiverse chaos, many had acquired numerous romantic entanglements—but now, everyone remembered all their memories.

Outside, some commotion seemed to be happening, but Tony learned it was just a few traditionalists protesting and beating up several immigrant guests.

"Life is merely an oversimplified, unconvincing behavioral pattern; humans are indistinguishable from random background radiation. Life and non-life are the same."

This thought surfaced in Tony Stark's mind. He silently shook his head and said, "Just ask them to leave—don't harm them."

Then he walked toward the garden.

The garden was empty; the evening breeze was cool and made him feel better.

But suddenly, Tony saw a red airship fly across the sky, its large electronic screen glowing.

"Who allowed these extraterrestrial immigrants into this world?!"

It looked like the current president had changed his hair color, promoting traditionalist views on the screen.

"Look around you! Over seventy percent of them have criminal records, yet now they sit at your table with legal IDs, laughing and chatting?"

"Do you want to spend a night with a LGBT minority zombie carrying mechanical tentacles? I'm about to throw up."

He listened, entranced, and felt a flicker of agreement within.

Indeed, these bastards were practically insane. If not for his family and friends supporting the current president, he'd have gone on his newly acquired X to curse them to death.

"Tony."

"I'm here."

Steve held up a phone, signaling him to take it.

He took the phone, bewildered, and before he could greet, a familiar shouting voice came through: 【You never became a hero who changed the world—I'm disappointed in you!

Why won't you release the Extremis Virus for free so the lower classes can use it, making the rich pay the bill?!

Is supporting multiculturalism and the president really that hard?!】

Is it really that hard to support multicultural development and the president?!

His father, Howard Stark, was launching another long tirade—he always refused Tony the chance to explain.

"Don't tell me 'he's your father'—I know he's my father," Tony Stark immediately hung up and handed the phone back to Steve, changing the subject:

"Hey, I think the president seems more normal today."

He pointed to the airship still broadcasting, dropping white flyers stamped with a feather logo.

"That's not the president," Steve said with grave seriousness: "That's his brother—a racist who persecutes minorities and immigrants!"

"That's not the president," Steve said with an extremely serious expression. "That's the president's brother—a racist who discriminates against and persecutes minorities and immigrants!"

Then I'm definitely voting for him!

"Tony, don't believe that Nazi's lies!" Shi Difen seized Tony's shoulders instantly, his grip painfully tight as he glared:

"Many have seen him wearing a Nazi uniform, sporting a red armband, delivering incendiary speeches."

"He's persecuted too many immigrants and minorities, stripping others of their right to live!"

He persecuted too many immigrants and ethnic minorities, depriving others of their right to survive!

"He's an asshole!"

Uh.

That really is too extreme.

"Is it really that exaggerated?"

"I swear on my dick this one thing is true."

"God save us!"

"Victory forever!"

"Light forever!"

As if a tidal wave of roaring sound came from outside the venue, the crowd's clamor grew louder and louder.

Okay.

Still traditional Christianity?

If it weren't so extreme, it would actually suit me well.

At Steve's urging, Tony Stark returned with the other to the campaign venue, and after the feather-printed flyers landed, holy translucent tentacles emerged from the flyers on the ground, whispering.

Only when the waiters closed the venue's curtains and windows did all the anomalies fade away.

Tony Stark knew nothing of any of this.

He walked happily to the center of the venue, bathed in spotlights and surrounded by cheers and applause.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Steve raised his right hand, and the venue's cheers fell silent; he picked up the microphone:

"Let us welcome Tony Stark to deliver his speech on freely releasing the Extremis virus software and transferring control to the government."

A statement on publicly releasing the Extremis virus software and transferring control to the government.

Tony froze, staring at the microphone Steve handed him, looking utterly flustered.

"Tony," Steve nodded to him:

"Everyone will thank you. This is for justice and the future—we cannot let this country fall into the hands of the president's mad brother."

But what does this have to do with me?!

Tony wanted to refuse, but—

Everyone was watching him, cheering for him—even Howard Stark and his wife stood quietly in the crowd, gazing at him.

That commanding, unspoken authority matched Howard Stark's expression from his childhood memories.

"If you want attention, do something everyone will notice."

A voice echoed in Tony Stark's mind: "Now is the perfect time."

More and more eyes fixed on him; he felt countless hopes and expectations pressing in—just a piece of Extremis virus software.

"It won't be abused in the president's hands."

Shi Difen said: "Tony, you owe everyone compensation for the trouble your past actions caused."

Shi Difen said: "Tony, you owe everyone some compensation for the trouble your past actions caused."

Guilt and loneliness washed over him like a tide.

The days of drinking endlessly in the pitch-black basement, the days without the Iron Man title, the days when everyone despised him—

Those days of drinking again and again in a pitch-black basement, those days of losing the title Iron Man, those days when everyone despised him.

Make amends for your past actions.

Tony Stark raised the microphone, opened his mouth, pulled out his phone from another pocket, and opened the Extremis virus app: "I agree."

Tony Stark raised the microphone, opened his mouth, then pulled out a phone from another pocket and opened the Extremis virus app: "I agree."

Amid a violent clang of metal, a shout carried the force of law—the noisy, lively venue fell instantly silent.

Amid violent metallic clashes, a roar spoke and law followed—suddenly, the lively venue fell silent.

Shi Difen, standing beside Tony Stark, was suddenly flung away by a red-and-blue shield, which spun through the air and landed in the hands of a blond man.

Shi Difen, standing beside Tony Stark, was suddenly flung away by a red-and-blue shield, which spun through the air and returned to the hands of a blond man.

And another tall, familiar Eastern boy—two meters high.

"Ge Xiaolun?" Tony Stark suddenly widened his eyes.

"Ge Xiaolun?" Tony Stark suddenly widened his eyes.

Long-buried memories surged into his mind all at once—no, why so many?!

He collapsed to his knees, pale-faced, fragments of "Tony Stark" memories overwhelming him, making him unable to tell which were real.

"Take him away!" Doctor Strange shouted.

The battle began.

Blazing illusionary light drowned out the chandeliers overhead; as Tony Stark was carried out of the venue by Ge Xiaolun and the Avengers—

The night sky outside brightened, but the city grew strange and sinister.

Everything along the way—including pedestrians—became abstract, line-like.

"Why are you here...?"

Tony's lips turned colorless; he felt his limbs icy and heavy, immobile, his head throbbing with vast, repetitive memories.

"I still owe you a bill, Tony," Banner, transformed into the Smart Hulk, glanced at the terrifying number of pursuers emerging from every corner of the city, and smiled faintly:

"Sorry for what I did to you—I even bit Scott's head off."

His face twisted into a monstrous snarl; he tore open his shirt and turned, charging heavily into the sea of enemies.

"We're a team," Steve raised his shield to block a spear fired from behind, smiling:

He gradually grew ferocious, tore open his shirt, and turned with heavy steps to charge into the sea of people.

"We're a team," Steve said with a grin, raising his shield to block the spear shot from behind.

I said that no matter what difficulties we face, we can solve them together—that's my promise to you!

He also stopped, swung Mjolnir to smash the approaching shadows away, and shouted: "Avengers!!!"

Ant-Man, Captain Marvel, Black Panther, Thor, Black Widow, Hawkeye. Even Nick Fury is here?

"Take him back to the correct timeline."

Nick Fury chambered a round and said: "Just thinking about me fighting against myself makes me feel like I'm going insane—motherfucker!"

"." Ge Xiaolun fell silent for a moment, halted his steps, and said: "Let me handle it. You go."

"No, child, you're with them—you're the one best suited to handle emergencies." Doctor Strange raised a finger and shook it.

"Now, I need to call someone to help cast some dangerous spells."

A third eye split open on his forehead, its socket sinking inward.

Seeing this, unbelieving Ge Xiaolun immediately sprinted toward the white neoclassical sandstone building three streets ahead.

Tony Stark, lying on Ge Xiaolun's back with a dazed head, glanced back at the people left behind.

"Why are you here too, Ge Xiaolun?"

Consciousness gradually sank into darkness.

He felt as if he had returned to that mansion, pushed open the door, and found his younger self alone at home and his younger adult self receiving news of his parents' car crash.

No one ever cared about or noticed him.

This was the beginning of his descent into decadence, his ruinous forays into every hedonistic venue.

Because only then could he draw attention.

He looked at his hands covered in armor; at this moment, his self-awareness was both chaotic and clear, and previously ignored chat windows popped up with message after message.

"I am Tony Stark."

Villain

Iron Man, Consuming Star Iron Man, Zombie Iron Man, Pheromone Iron Man—these memories were suppressed.

Memories from the 616 main universe and the future 2023 white-haired Tony—no, rather, memories from his past—began to clarify amid the flood of recollections.

"You are Iron Man."

A familiar voice came from the sofa.

He turned to see his counterpart, entirely covered in a white symbiotic armor, deliberately exposing his face, sipping red wine, looking utterly at ease.

"I'm Iron Man too." White Can Tony pointed at the phone in Tony Stark's hand displaying the Extremis virus software and raised an eyebrow.

"You'd better do what Steve said—hand this over to the current president."

"Why?" Tony frowned.

"Because we're not suited for it." White Can Tony waved his hand.

"Tony Stark is someone who scorns everything and cares about nothing. But we are smart enough—smart enough that just leaking a tiny bit of our tech could make everyone live happily."

Don't you find those people annoying?

If they hadn't come to this world on their own, we'd have had enough time to prepare solutions for every problem."

Unmasked arrogance.

But Tony Stark had to admit—he had thought exactly that, and had harbored hidden resentment toward their unauthorized arrival.

Even though he knew it was an irrational outburst, born of vigilance.

"If the Extremis virus program is handed to the president, even outsiders will be controlled."

White Can Tony stood up, opened his arms, and walked toward him: "No one has a sense of crisis—not even Steve. Only I can prepare everything in advance."

He reached out to grab Tony Stark's phone, but Tony, lost in thought, dodged and without hesitation turned and fled toward the door.

"Don't do this."

White Can Tony smiled.

The moment Tony Stark opened the door, he was suddenly crushed beneath a pile of red, yellow, and white armored suits, all cracked and scattered with broken parts.

"Do you know what you look like right now?" Tony opened his helmet and said to the approaching White Can: "Pepper was right—I sometimes look like a proud Kong Que!"

It felt as if he had returned to the cave where the terrorists captured him.

The doctor who saved him multiple times, Dr. Yisen, who used his flesh-and-blood body to hold off terrorists with a gun to buy him time.

"I promised Yisen..."

Tony stared fiercely at the man with that arrogant, hateful smirk and said: "I will never waste the rest of my life!"

"I have a God complex, but I

don't scorn everything, nor am I indifferent to all."

"I care about family, friends, and life!"

"Oh~ How surprising. I feel the same." White Can Tony stepped forward, knelt before Tony, removed his sunglasses, revealing pitch-black pupils and a chilling smile:

"So we're the same person, aren't we?"

He reached out toward the immobilized Tony, but suddenly two hands seized his wrist and arm.

White Can Tony froze—he didn't realize when the young Tony and the grown Tony had descended the stairs and grabbed him.

"You have three of you. How surprising."

The surprise lasted only an instant—then, countless similar yet distinct faces coalesced from the surrounding black mist, and the armored suits crushing Tony flared with dark energy, revealing pale, horrifying faces beneath their visors.

"Too bad—we have more."

【Conceptual Suppression Activated】

【God-Slaying Power Fully Charged】

【Anti-Abyss Definition Generating—Initiating Logical Infinite Loop First.】

【Initiating Final Judgment—Renaming to Demacia Guillotine】

"DEMACIA—!!!"

The radiance of judgment emerged from the golden greatsword, plummeted from the shattered void, and resonated through the soul with countless sword cries.

The world was torn apart.

Golden sword light suppressed the soul; a burly black-armored knight gripped a greatsword and extended one hand from the edge of the rift, attempting to drag Su Tuoni away.

White-can Su Tuoni's body disintegrated, yet twisted grotesquely to coil around, emitting unsettling sounds.

"Shut up!"

Ge Xiaolun cursed, imposed silence, then struggled to squeeze his upper body in, roaring:

"The fucking losers at school all treat me like a loser! The goddess treats me like a loser! Sure, I am a loser! But Bro Tuoni, you don't treat me like a loser!"

"You took me to pool parties! You took me to gorge on Michelin buffets! You upgraded my armor and weapons!"

"The science professors at school still think I made them—Bro, I'm fucking legendary now!"

"You just asked why I'm here?! I've got to be here, bro!"

The light of possibility granted by the Queen of Neverland unleashed terrifying spacetime turbulence; white wings unfurled behind Ge Xiaolun.

【Void Engine's Overload Mode】

【Physical body under overload, repair initiated】

【Additional Blade of Judgment appended】

The solemn and mighty blade fell again, yet failed to harm Su Tuoni at its center.

"Bro Tuoni, grab me!" Ge Xiaolun spat out a mouthful of blood.

??'s gaze went blank for a moment, then refocused: "I promised your bunch of brothers—I'll risk my life to bring you back! We—"

"Ge Xiaolun," Su Tuoni stared, reaching out his hand.

【Anti-Abyss Module Loaded】

A tremendous force pulled him—like being dragged from beneath the water to the surface. When Su Tuoni came to his senses, he found his original position now shrouded by a sphere of black particles.

"We agreed the next pool party must have Victoria's Secret angels, Bro Tuoni!!!"

Ge Xiaolun pulled him out of the black sphere with all his strength, as the black particles chased after them: "You can't back out!"

"You're truly a fucking loser!!!"

Su Tuoni cursed loudly, released Ge Xiaolun's hand, and leapt away—his feet instantly covered by nanite armor, spewing plasma flames.

He flew toward the podium.

Ahead, the White House and the world were split in two; two presidential candidates were brawling on the debate stage. He didn't know which side to choose—until he saw one side hanging a banner reading 【Marvel Rises, Lord Haotian】.

White-haired Su Lin swung a punch into the opponent candidate's face, glancing at Stark.

The smartphone displaying the Extremis Virus app flickered—first turning into a page of recorded history, then into a black-and-white ballot.

The so-called Extremis Virus app, said to control people and bring peace, was this very object.

The first page of the Celestial Annals, and the means by which the First Celestial maintained influence within the Grave of All Things alongside Su Lin, was this.

It had been buried within Stark's body in the Cycle Space all along.

On either side of the podium, black and white, darkness and light, two ballot boxes rose from the ground.

Clearly, the opposing side would not let this ballot count toward their rival—so a silver hand tore through space, snatched the white ballot box, and hurled it toward the void, while a golden hand retrieved it again.

It was Logos and the Golden Life Tribunal—the two chief justices of the Marvel Sifa Force, representing judgment and justice.

Failing this, black-haired Su Lin resorted to his old trick from the last election.

Countless "Shadow Soldiers" erupted from the city streets, blocking Su Tuoni's path.

Seeing this, white-haired Su Lin kicked away the advancing black-haired Su Lin, pulled out a tiny world in sphere form, and hurled it skyward.

【The Mad Disco of the Music Sovereign】: A portable miniature world dance hall.

Effect Two: Consume musical rhythm, force all to dance. (An artificial law created by a deranged madman, capable of inserting into numerous compatible multiversal law models.)

Accumulated: 0

The accumulated BGM rhythms from countless battles were now fully consumed; the foreign artificial law inserted into the multiverse activated.

A cheerful tune began to play.

"Youngman~there'snoneedtofeeldown~~~"

In this moment, everyone without exception swayed their arms and rocked their bodies—including the fallen, soul-controlled undead, and all replicated Cycle Travelers recorded within the Celestial Annals.

"Y~M~C~A~!"

Su Tuoni danced, wobbling and stumbling through the air like a drunken fly.

Thor, moments from being smashed by the Abyss Rune King Thor, bounced and twisted his hips as his axe flew past, spreading piercing Lei Guang across the starry realm.

"Thor, didn't you used to have some grudge against us?"

Doctor Strange asked, shaking his shoulders.

"Y~M~C~A~!"

The opposing undead also began dancing—but this did not change Su Tuoni's encirclement.

Boom—

"I shall rebuild the Barrier Wall and repatriate these foreign Cycle Travelers." The airship flew over again, scattering countless flyers.

The flyers fell; every individual who touched them began glowing, their illusions flickering into red hats bearing a feather pattern and the letters MLGA.

Okay.

The music's effect wasn't strong—the others were dancing too, but could still act.

Su Lin pulled out a vinyl LP—don't mistake it for the real RAP Master, Zao Hua Fa Wang, and the Holy Light Music Ensemble's Celestial Resonance LP.

It was the newly recorded Celestial Rebirth LP, featuring the souls of Huai Shi, Elizabeth, Nero, Zao Hua Fa Wang, and the Real RAP Master.

Current sales: 2.

It has an excellent effect on purifying the soul.

【Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill~】

The Song of Seven Kill became an immortal melody inserted into the miniature world.

In an instant, the world erupted into a rock and roll craze, as if facing its end.

Tony Stark up above dropped with a snap, sinking alongside countless undead into a state of imminent transcendence.

"FXXK"

Tony Stark's fingers twitched; atop his head, a red hat had mysteriously appeared, bearing the words MLGA and a white feather.

After putting on the hat, he felt much better—though he had no idea why his armor had grown wings made of light elements—but who cared?

But just as they neared the ballot box.

Mister Fantastic, Reed, blocked them with his skull-tall helmet.

Around him, some kind of stance unfolded, resisting the plugin sweeping across the multiverse.

The black-clad Su Lin's eyes lit up with surprise, but the next moment—

Reed glanced at Susan standing among the MLGA army, holding hands with Doctor Doom, and began analyzing the red hat's composition.

Seconds later, sacred feathers sprouted from beneath his helmet.

Reed turned back to Su Lin, raised one finger: "I vote for you, Mr. President."

He and countless others wearing red hats rushed toward the ballot box in a frenzy.

And from this moment on, each new arrival running forward transformed into a single vote, finally dissolving into streams of light that flew into Tony Stark's ballot: "Take it! This is our final vote!"

"Stop! You bunch of trash!!!"

When Tony Stark cast his ballot into the white box, he and the Avengers, along with all Marvel beings in this timeline, vanished.

The world churned, reverting to a desolate wasteland of graves.

"Do you know?" Su Lin parked the garbage truck before the black-haired Su Lin, pulling his hands apart: "They're not trash."

He pressed the accelerator.

The engine roared—Su Lin drove the garbage truck straight ahead, colliding with the black-clad Su Lin, embodiment of the First Sky Will, and both vanished into this universe.

In the void.

The eternal characteristics of Marvel's abstract entities vanished completely; the universe transformed, its contents dying like shells being shed, leaving only the final remnants.

Finally—

Su Lin opened his eyes, but his body moved uncontrollably toward the abyss.

"I possess more than three times your fragments!" The First Sky Will's voice surfaced in his mind: "Even without those histories, without ties to the abyss, I can still be the primary controller of this husk!"

Three times?

【Ultimate Darkness · Origin】 has been fully activated.

(End of Chapter)