Chapter 635: Karma Must Be Repaid (8000 Words Refreshable, Marvel Arc Ends, Still a Little Tail Left)

The last remaining timeline of civilization—the universe where Constantine and others originated the Holy Grail War.

"Although I considered this troublesome scenario, how should I put it?"

Nyaa-ko sighed, poking her forehead with her index finger: "It's way beyond expectations."

Pfft.

She pulled the crowbar out of Black Strange's body; around her lay the summoned heroes and masters, knocked unconscious or severely wounded by Constantine and Nan Gua, whose head was controlled by a fleshy bud.

Deadpool wanted to say something, but he was silenced, only able to whimper helplessly while bound and dumped aside.

"No, I should've realized from the start—they could briefly regain their peak power?"

Nyaa-ko sighed and added: "Wade, don't look at me like that. This universe is already beyond saving. Better to make sacrifices now to protect the others."

Tap.

Nyaa-ko snapped her fingers; the dark chamber slowly closed, and its contents began transforming—ignoring spatial rules, temporal rules, and biological gene rules.

"Don't be so wary of me, John," Nyaa-ko said coolly:

"We're allies."

Constantine leaned silently against the corner, holding a pack of Huazǐ, glancing coldly at the outside world—where, in an unfathomably vast abyss of darkness, countless deeper black worlds and pitch-black suns spun within this illusion.

Under normal circumstances, merely gazing at that scene would drive one mad.

Yet now, a black dragon with the spectral silhouette of Yggdrasil behind it, a man crowned with a solar halo and clad in solemn robes, and a woman as majestic as flame were battling the darkness.

The tyrannical light illuminated all things.

Moments later.

The dark chamber slowly opened; Abigail stepped out, holding a pile of crystals formed from spiritual bases, historical records, and existential concepts, tangled with unnameable veins.

The original plan was to secretly corrupt the participants of the Holy Grail War, inscribe this history, then return the fragments to the First Sky to help them control the Holy Grail War.

But it's strange.

Every time, things went awry—and most crucially, the number and power of these Multiverse Devourers far exceeded expectations.

It's too late now.

Not only are there far more of them than I ever saw in Type-Moon, but their overall strength has multiplied geometrically. Even with Abi's help and Constantine's artifact masking, the plan couldn't keep up with the changes.

No Multiverse Devourers?

Then what are these weak yet powerful experts doing gathered together?

Is the essence projection I summoned from Mr. Fool with my flute not real?

Still, thanks to Mr. Fool—I wouldn't have been able to break free and deal with the real matter otherwise.

"I'm leaving, John," Nyaa-ko said, her antennae swaying slightly:

"Whether this succeeds or not, staying in this universe isn't wise. This is just a small, friendly warning—for the sake of being teammates."

As she spoke, the Spear of Destiny in Constantine's arms stirred; a clump of flesh flew off it and returned to Nyaa-ko's body.

She drew the crowbar, completing the "Nyaa-ko" role's CQC masked transformation, patted Abigail's head, then dashed straight out of the Spear of Destiny's concealment range, flying toward the world conjured from Mr. Fool's essence.

She plunged into the churning, boiling chaos of the dark hall.

Like coming home.

"." Abigail watched silently for a moment, then walked to the entrance of the dark chamber and knocked: "You can come out now."

Logan poked his head out, scanned the surroundings, then stepped out with the other heroes and masters. They didn't linger—after expressing their thanks, they all departed.

Constantine kicked away Deadpool, who was bewildered but gesticulating excitedly, put down his Huazǐ, and asked: "She wouldn't trust someone who might deceive her."

"Abi's a good kid. She wouldn't lie," Abigail retorted, muttering: "Father God told me to do this."

Yog-Sothoth?

Constantine frowned deeply.

Regardless, Nyaa-ko was right about one thing: this universe can no longer be stayed in—but where should he go?

As he pondered, he glanced at Nan Gua beside him.

Zhou.

Zhou, wake up.

After a flute melody, Zhou Mingrui opened his eyes.

Before him loomed a deformed dragon covered in tentacles and eyes, two twisted suns like oil-paint scribbles.

He instinctively stepped back—then on the other side, saw a giant whose body was made of deep-blue starlight, infinitely vast, with a single olive-shaped vertical pupil on its face.

What the hell!?

Wasn't I on a mission in Marvel!?

Zhou Mingrui suddenly collided with a hard object.

He turned around—it was Miss "Nainai," clad in armor.

"Zhou, don't be afraid," Nyaa-ko said softly: "I know you and your friends don't trust me, but things are dangerously urgent now."

"Miss Nainai?" Zhou Mingrui was startled.

"I love you—more than anyone else!"

Nyaa-ko clenched her fists against her chest, eyes shut as if summoning courage, her long antennae rippling like waves: "So!

So I—"

"Will let no one harm you!!!"

She opened her emerald eyes, tearful, staring at the utterly bewildered Zhou Mingrui.

Zhou Mingrui's mouth hung slightly open, frozen like a system crash.

At that moment, he saw the giant, whose body was made of deep-blue starlight, begin to move—step by step, approaching him.

Zhou Mingrui widened his eyes, about to shout for Miss "Nainai" beside him to run—when suddenly.

Lips brushed against something as light as a feather, hot breaths entwined, then parted like a fleeting breeze.

Tap!

The crowbar tapped lightly against Zhou Mingrui's head.

"Don't forget me."

Nyaa-chan pressed her index finger to her lips, forcing a strained smile; her faceplate covered, tears fell, and she gently pushed Zhou Mingrui away, then—

Was seized by a giant's hand.

Going to the Abyss is inevitable—if we don't go to the Abyss, how will the Great Tai Chu Hao Tian return to His divine throne?

But when I enter the Abyss, the First Heaven must be Lord Haotian, and only Lord Haotian.

TOAA is omniscient, omnipotent, omniviewing, transcending all logic and existence—this "all" includes all matter, spirit, fantasy, thought, consciousness, meaning, and everything else.

The absolute peak above the omnipotent universe.

I must seize within this void dimension's Abyss the position of Abyss God, equal in stature to TOAA.

There is no better opportunity now—the First Heaven, seated upon the Abyss God's throne, spans past, present, and future, yet lacks the mythic origin required for ascension, and has not completed the Creation Path needed for the ritual.

At this moment, consciousness in the Void Marvel Universe has severed its link to the Abyss; all Abyss remnants have been granted their fated death.

With only one final backup return, and the First Heaven, competing for the remnants of the omnipotent universe with Su Lin, is at its weakest moment.

Su Lin admits this bet is enormous—it's no longer swapping a birdshot for a cannon, but a hundredfold leverage operation.

He suddenly remembered his university professor, once a trader, a floor operator, who later went bankrupt from futures leverage and ended up teaching at university.

This is a gambling strategy beyond the gamblers!

"If I go bust, I'll return to the Tianyi Sect and Tianshen Sect as a professor, teaching students the Path of Light."

【Ultimate Darkness · Origin】: After consumption, enhances all attributes, amplifies all abilities.

The cost: the soul will be gradually replaced and consumed by one's own darkness, ultimately becoming a vessel of darkness; if detached or severed midway, the self will be permanently weakened.

Keyword retrieved: tripled?

Then go dark.

Tripled strength!

Ink-dark liquid flowed into his body; he indeed felt it—the endless surge of power.

Within the uppermost consciousness realm of the cosmic avatar, the last remaining superfluid domain.

A color so profound it bordered on nothingness—evil thoughts from countless Abyss dimensions converged into the void; under the stunned gaze of the First Heaven's will-avatar, they surged into Su Lin's body, strengthening his soul and will.

"Hss—!"

His nostrils twitched; Su Lin felt as if he'd inhaled a gas of mint and mustard—its sensation shot straight to the crown of his head.

The Martyr's state had not ended—the immortal, indestructible posture maintained by the erosion of spirit and will was like chugging a bottle of Pocari Sweat, wiping out hunger and instantly returning to himself.

Did it spike? Whatever, doesn't matter.

What matters is why work? Why be bound? Why pay a mortgage? Why scheme and plot? Why can't I do whatever I want? Why can't I indulge? Why, when life is already hard enough, do idiots always come to bully people? Why—

Too loud.

Tired. Destroy it. Let the world feel pain.

A faint discordant noise spread from deep within Su Lin's consciousness, from every thread of thought.

Those emotions and negative thoughts, though vanished, now reappeared along the traces of time and space, fused under the effect of Ultimate Darkness, forming amplified attributes of spirit and will.

"Not bad."

Su Lin tightened his grip on the other's fingers; his pupils and hair turned as deep as the abyss: "Buddy, how about we wipe out the world first?"

Will transmitted to the body.

The hand of the cosmic concept entity, about to touch the Abyss dimension, halted.

Then, infinite darkness rose from the ends of the world.

Countless divine seals churned within the dark tide, covering all, eroding all, dissolving all…

Everything proceeded smoothly—yet at this moment, the discordant noises deep within Su Lin's consciousness could be seen as the dark side of the Creator God's thoughts beginning to surface, entangling with Su Lin's mind.

The Ultimate Darkness elevated those past negative emotions and thoughts into the Seven Primordial Evils: envy, destructive desire, joy in disaster, obsession with confinement, fear of lack, chaos, and sloth—the most fundamental evil impulses.

"Destroy all those annoying beings and this world," the dark side's thought clung like a parasite.

I'm already destroying the world—what are you yapping about?

"?" The dark side sent a question mark.

It sensed Su Lin's current state, confirmed he'd been affected—but how had he become this extreme so soon?

It lacked Su

Lin's full memories; it was merely a dark side born from fragments of his desires and dark thoughts, needing to consume the host's mind and thoughts to become the true master.

It was Su Lin's past and present desires, evil thoughts, and emotions.

"Take the First Heaven's power and position, dictate those people's fates, craft romantic stories for our amusement, the opportunities of all heavens and worlds are ours, those beautiful women, the witches—they're ours too."

Since negative emotions had been released, the dark side's whispering thoughts began creating, evoking, and replaying Su Lin's past intrusive thoughts, embedding them as unshakable desires.

Joy in disaster (schadenfreude); obsession with confinement (possessiveness, stinginess); fear of lack (fear of losing wealth).

When these consume Su Lin, he will become a complete vessel of darkness.

The dark side spread eagerly within Su Lin's consciousness—then it saw a black door, a portal inscribed with the Tree of Imaginary Numbers and the Dusk Beast.

A voice came from within the door: "Chernobog!"

Greed, gluttony, despair, fear, hatred, death, darkness—the door burst open; a hand forged of light and hope, wrapped in all evil, unleashed a storm.

Swish.

The invisible dark side was ripped out, forming a dim black shadow—a dark-skinned version of Su Lin.

Before Su Lin, eyes blazing with brutality, radiating doom and darkness, and the struggling First Heaven, both had their throats seized and slammed against the wall of consciousness.

"Not us."

Su Lin looked at the black-skinned Su Lin and said: "That demoness is mine."

"You even prepared the root evil of the Abyss? You didn't accidentally return to this universe—you came for me from the start?!" First Heaven said in disbelief:

"You despicable bastard!"

I'm Black God Chernobog—so what if my methods are dark, deep, and cruel?

I'll clean up my image later.

Su Lin sneered, offering no explanation, as the power in his hands steadily increased, as if ready to fully synchronize and strangle the two identical beings.

Before his eyes, the black throne began to materialize.

On that seat, ominous light traced the Tree of Sephirot pattern: three rings of black radiance—the first layer was "Nothing," the second "Infinite," the third "Infinite Darkness."

Hm?

The vision of the throne vanished from Su Lin's sight; he looked at the two beings in his hands—the aura of First Heaven and Su Lin's dark side had merged, attempting to jointly control this supercurrent realm.

Within this consciousness domain embodying cosmic concepts, the two joined forces to resist Su Lin, triple-enhanced, locked in a stalemate—when an uninvited guest breached the conceptual battlefield of the supercurrent realm.

Nyaa-ko gazed at the three figures locked in combat—the three "Su Lins" with identical auras.

Hasn't this completely turned into the shape of a fallen god?

First Heaven is just weak.

She squinted, observing for a moment, then suddenly noticed two "Su Lins" fighting together against one whose entire being radiated dread, as if emerging from the Abyss's deepest depths.

Those two—Lord Haotian and God.

This one must be First Heaven.

He's not that weak after all—this Abyss God has some skill.

Nyaa-ko pulled out a crystalline mixture of 1.795% First Heaven fragment and corrupted historical filler, and, treating it like a last-ditch gamble, raised her crowbar like a baseball bat and swung it at the "First Heaven."

Su Lin: "?"

First Heaven: "?"

Instantly, she vanished from the thinning supercurrent realm without looking back.

The balance of this consciousness space was utterly shattered.

"Nyarlathotep—!"

A roar echoed; the cosmic concept entity within the void, Tai Chu Hao Tian, moved again, plunging its arm into the abyss permeating this dimension.

Void and Abyss overlapped—everywhere overlapped; through the cosmic entity Lord Haotian as a medium, no distance existed between any two points.

Naturally, for Su Lin, past and future now had no distance either.

The Marvel universe portion restored to omnipotent cosmic scale within the Abyss was delivering unprecedented feedback to Su Lin—the experience of omniscience, omnipotence, omnivision, transcending all logic, intoxicated him.

Of course, it would be better if all of it were complete.

He opened his eyes and sat upon a black high-backed chair, its backrest pressed against another identical chair, upon which sat another "Su Lin."

That was the original First Heaven from the cycle—who had gathered the Marvel universe's ruins and held the position of Abyss God.

He could not be described by the concepts of "existence" or "nonexistence"—he had transcended them.

Thus, for the Supreme Above, the destruction of the Marvel universe had already become inevitable.

No matter how it was changed, the outcome would always converge—the Marvel universe's ruins had been utterly stripped away upon falling into the Abyss.

As for who was stronger or weaker, there was only one difference.

Great entities within the void remained unaffected even when entering the Abyss, but those who became corresponding great entities within the Abyss could only possess power and rank limited to the Abyss itself.

Now, Tai Chu Hao Tian had replaced First Heaven before he claimed the throne.

He was not an "outsider" or some "other being"—he was merely another personality of First Heaven who had taken control of the Marvel universe's body.

Whether through DNA testing

or every molecule and atom—even the ID card—all bore the name First Heaven, thus giving birth to contradictions and errors that should never have existed.

Tai Chu Hao Tian possessed the past and the present.

The Abyss God possessed the future.

A crack, which should never have existed, appeared in the cycle, splitting the single entity.

"Such power is truly troublesome," Su Lin laughed.

"Supreme Above, Light of Heaven," the Abyss God spoke coldly:

"That fragment vanished into other dimensions of the void long ago, at the moment I was torn apart—even after becoming 'God,' I could not retrieve it from the Abyss."

"It should not have appeared at this time point, and certainly not been used by Him as a weapon to fracture my cognition."

"Who interfered?"

Su Lin placed his hands on the armrests, crossed his legs, and said: "Probably some pigeon god from Type-Moon. Do you have any leads? I'm looking for him."

The changes within the void were now irreversible; even the Abyss God could not alter them, so he was utterly unconcerned with the current situation.

But continuing like this was no solution—though there was no concept of time here, since Su Lin's future and His past had already shattered the concept of time, the historical trajectory of this dimension had become utterly chaotic.

"You possess the mythic origin and creation history of Type-Moon's universe—sufficient as ritual components to fulfill the conditions for ascension," the Abyss God said, his back turned to Su Lin:

"I acknowledge you as my past—but at the predetermined moment, you will become me."

This was not a bargain or negotiation—it was fact.

Countless eons later, when Su Lin reached the moment when First Heaven originally claimed the throne of Abyss God, because Su Lin possessed the void's "mythic origin" and had completed the Type-Moon multiverse's "cycle," the Abyss God would be born directly.

Su Lin lifted his head, gazing beyond the Abyss, searching—but found no friends he could pass the time with.

Tsk.

Why can't I hang out with the same crowd as you, Abyss God?

The two who had been fighting earlier had become images within the river of time; trying to see all future information was blocked by the guy behind them.

Six divine seals surrounded the two of them.

"You?!"

A voice filled with rage rang out.

"Never mind," Su Lin spat.

"I don't have the habit of serving as someone else's heart. Get off my throne as Supreme Grand Fate, and I might let you become the heart of some past possibility of mine."

You want me, who barely assembled the first Azure Sky puzzle, to be your past self?

What kind of ridiculous joke is this?

"You still possess the complete Omniverse," the Abyss God murmured after a pause.

"This is something I failed to accomplish in my past. Merging as one is the best choice. If you choose to fuse your consciousness with mine, then the one above all things, in the void, will be replaced by us."

"But if you choose the wrong path, you too will fall from your throne, your will crumbling, entangled by the Abyss's malevolent force—you're already at your limit at this moment, aren't you?"

"Think carefully."

"Hmm, alright. I'll consider it," Su Lin nodded in agreement.

Almost simultaneously.

The future's reality torrent swallowed time and space, rewriting all definitions, spreading as an ultra-dark light from the seat pressed against it.

The six divine seals, forged with the Abyss God's rank and power, also acted upon the Marvel Universe conceptual entity "Lord Haotian" and the First Azure Sky puzzle within Him.

"Cowardly bastard!"

"Are you trying to kill yourself?!"

The Abyss God never expected Su Lin to act so decisively.

Although the Abyss God's future reality and definition overlay had already been activated, Su Lin was simultaneously severing the foundation beneath him.

Just as the Abyss God ceased concealment and attempted to directly influence Su Lin—

He seemed to be forgetting something. Before him appeared a vast, impenetrable ocean of radiant light, calm and still. Countless profound principles, pointing directly to the Dao laws of creation and dissolution, drifted as three thousand violet auras. Beneath the ocean, something transcending all rules seemed to be birthing.

Creation rank, shared.

The primordial Creator, the Tai Chu Light, the Dao's side, the Root Vortex, the Imaginary Tree—all creation laws, framed by the Eternal Crucible that stored and contained them, were fully shared with the Abyss God's rank!

The forbidden technique—Dao Heaven, Law Earth—reappeared on the mortal plane even without Su Lin detonating himself!

This time, it transcended time and space, reviving the primordial being Pluto Helbach, who had perished alongside heaven and earth. He became the first living being of this world, reborn by gathering countless "Pluto" concepts from the Abyss within this fused creation law realm.

He bowed in worship to the Abyss God, obeying the Dao's principle, yearning to receive from him the method of transcendence.

The moment the Abyss God opened his mouth and uttered the first syllable, he froze.

He gazed upon the ocean of light and saw the Omniverse gestating within it, using his own body from when he was still the First Azure Sky as its cradle, destined to be born in the future.

The Abyss God suddenly realized something was wrong—he felt within himself a new object named "Eternal Crucible," from which these creation laws surged forth, and the Azure Sky's light, carried by these laws, returned with countless all-encompassing radiance.

The trait of Azathoth, the Blind, Foolish God of the Eternal Race. Some unknown Dao—this was not his past, and these were not his original creation laws!

He was not merely the Azure Sky's light—he was a fusion of the Azure Sky's light, countless other universes, and the Eternal Race. Had this fragment gone mad during the years it was lost?!

The Abyss God immediately halted the overlay of future and definition onto the other side of the throne.

These fused creation laws were now reversing and overlaying the future's reality. If this continued, he would be overwritten by multiple equal-rank creation laws.

How could such a thing exist?

Past and future were severed, yet I am truly the Abyss God who ascended the throne—I should hold the advantage.

Su Lin sensed the opponent's motion cease. Sitting in the past and present, back turned to the future, he asked: "Thought it through?"

The Abyss God said: "You still possess Lord Haotian's origin. I can grant you the position of Abyss Hun Tian Di. We shall become one."

"I want it all," Su Lin said instinctively.

Wait—why does this setup feel familiar? Like I've seen it before?

"..." The Abyss God replied: "Let me think about it."

Hum—!

A sense of chaos and inversion spread. The two thrones, originally back-to-back and fused, suddenly rotated, swapping the past, present, and future that had been divided between Su Lin and the Abyss God.

It had reversed the chronological logic while preserving the current state?!

He resumed overlaying reality onto Su Lin's side—but this time, Su Lin could no longer affect himself by annihilating or altering his essence as the First Azure Sky.

"Yi Donglai may not know how to fight, but his grades and foundation are excellent," Su Lin propped up his chin. "Confused Siming has no past, no future."

The Longevity Heaven Dao's trait—Radiant Grand Fate—was extended to the Abyss God's rank as logic.

Logic negated.

"I already knew what laws were inside you."

The Abyss God sneered: "This game meant nothing to me to begin with—had it not been for this damned severance—"

Their thrones began rotating again, this time in opposite directions—one counterclockwise, one clockwise—until Su Lin and the Abyss God's Shadow Heavy merged into one.

The division created by the moment of throne ascension still existed; they now stood at the very instant of handover and fusion.

As if Su Lin had been split in two, space and concept severed alike.

The left side of the past still controlled the divine seals, while the right side of the future gathered a deep green light, containing countless universes, holding power capable of destroying billions of worlds.

"Beneath all things, the Origin Demon God's position belongs to—"

"Me!"

The right side's eyes lost their whites, and a sinister, eerie smile curled on its lips.

This was the choice to fuse with the First Azure Sky, becoming the Origin Demon God entering the Abyss beneath all things—in the future governed by the Abyss God, he still existed and had risen to an even higher rank.

Naturally, since the current Tai Chu Hao Tian contained no "Beneath All Things," he too was affected.

Yet even so, some things could still be done easily—such as—

From the origin layer of the Marvel Universe, creating and implanting a new origin definition: "Tai Chu Hao Tian" is a possible variant of the "First Azure Sky," a parallel-space counterpart.

This "multiverse" setting did not originally exist in the First Heaven universe.

Thus, the Abyss God could, by converging the end of the Marvel universe, exert some influence over Su Lin.

"Cheating, huh?"

Just as Su Lin was about to counter, the Abyss God and Below All Things beside him burst into uncontrollable trembling.

Light.

Light that extracts and burns all concepts.

An extremely shining light pierced through the void of an unknown dimension, cutting across the Abyss and time, spreading to the counterpart known as "First Heaven."

Su Lin and the Abyss God, who had been vying for the Divine Throne and the origin of First Heaven, both turned their gaze simultaneously toward a direction beyond infinite void.

There stood a familiar older brother, glowing brilliantly, identical to both of them, who in the instant of time, with priority in initiating convergence, prepared to achieve the sole existence of all realms, the focus of countless worlds, burning himself to extreme brilliance.

"."

No, bro.

Tony, are you fucking OP?!

Su Lin watched the light spreading toward him, surging from the other side of the Abyss God's position.

He stared blankly at the Abyss God beside him and said: "You're a fucking idiot—I've never met anyone who voluntarily becomes my counterpart."

Abyss God: "."

No, who the hell are you?

At this moment.

The future Abyss God, the past First Heaven, Su Lin's current counterpart, faintly sensed something was off.

Su Lin also realized a certain possibility; the corners of his mouth began twitching uncontrollably.

"Above All Things, I fucking—" Su Lin and the Abyss God spoke in unison.

Boom!

The heavenly column of light grew even hotter, crashing down violently; the Qabbalah Tree, which had emitted pure black light from the Abyss God's position, instantly turned pure white.

Outside Stan Lee's cottage, the ruins of the MCU building constructed by First Heaven burned in raging flames.

The infinite Möbius loop, the cycle of fate, also shattered at this moment, dissolving into boundless light.

From the ruins, a brilliance of ten thousand zhang began to bloom, soaring toward the sun beyond the window.

"On this day, the President became light."

—So wrote Stan Lee in his diary.

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