Chapter 1065

When Tony Stark cast aside the flesh that had always shackled him and his soul came into the realm of death, the potential of the Iron Demon God was completely liberated.

His wisdom, which stood above the universe and reached the pinnacle of life, achieved his incomparable status and power.

The huge phantom of the Iron Demon God gradually condensed into a substantial, violent mechanical army, filling the sky of the entire realm of death. When seeing the Goddess of Death, Iron Man said to her in an emotionless, cold, mechanical tone:

"Return the price Shiler paid to you to him."

Death stood on the ground, looked up at the sky, clicked her tongue, and then said: "So, you want to come and breach the contract?"

She grabbed at the void with one hand, and one of Shiler's arms appeared in her hand. Death pinched Shiler's arm, shook it at Stark, and said, "The price he paid to me is right here. Don't be surprised, I don't need to absorb these powers."

"I was originally infinite. Absorbing any power again has no meaning. It's just that the things he gave me are quite interesting..."

"If you want to take it back, besides needing to pay some things to replace it, you also have to pay an additional penalty for breach of contract. Shiler taught me all of this."

"I will not pay anything to replace it, nor will I pay you any penalty for breach of contract." Stark still answered in a flat, mechanical, synthesized voice.

Death took a deep breath and pressed her chest, seemingly trying hard to suppress her anger. She spoke: "I discovered that if I don't make things clear, you shameless humans won't understand at all what kind of shameless things you have done!"

"The beginning of everything stems from my failure to terminate the contract with the Egyptian pantheon in time, and that lunatic named Shiler, holding the beacon I left for them, frantically made harassing calls to me!"

Death was full of anger and had no way to vent it on Shiler, who was currently cooperating. Now it was just right. This guy called the Iron Demon God looked like he should be Shiler's friend. Are they all birds of a feather? Can't scold Shiler? Can't I scold you?

Just as Death said, all the tragedies began on that scale of the Egyptian pantheon. After Shiler saw that scale, he felt that if the Egyptian pantheon could have its own Valhalla even if it was so weak, then why couldn't he have one?

But in fact, this is because Death's concept of time is different from humans. The Egyptian pantheon declined for thousands of years, which wasn't enough time for Death to take a nap. She didn't terminate the contract with the Egyptian pantheon in time, and the token wasn't taken back either, so it was left to Shiler and turned into harassing calls.

It was equivalent to Death doing nothing, walking on the street, and suddenly encountering a lunatic who grabbed her and wanted to start a sales pitch.

Death felt very annoyed, so she firmly refused to sign a contract. As a result, this person turned around and found her company, made a big scene, and let Boss Fa kick her and her brothers and sisters out of the company.

That was fine. At least when they were kicked out, they brought a house. Death thought, I'll just stay in the house and not come out, is that okay?

As a result, Shiler filed a complaint with her superior, Eternity, causing her matter of using resurrection quotas for transactions to be exposed, and she couldn't even earn extra money.

That wasn't even mentioned. As a result, Shiler, who had just cut off all the resurrection quotas of the pantheon civilizations, turned around and went to these pantheons and civilizations to pretend to be a good person, uniting them to protest to Death and wanting to get back the resurrection quotas.

Death was so annoyed she had no choice, so she agreed to them and established the United Heaven. As a result, when she looked back, there were pitfalls everywhere in the contract.

Before Death could go to Shiler to settle the score, Shiler came to her first. Not only did he take the initiative to propose to make up for the loopholes in the contract, but he also brought her a good book as a Christmas gift. The condition was just to resurrect a few humans.

Giving a stick and then a sweet date, Death gave up on herself and agreed to Shiler.

As a result, not long after the transaction was reached, the Iron Demon God came, saying he wanted to breach the contract and didn't want to pay the penalty.

Now, the sentence lingering in Death's mind was—Are you humans sick?!

And immediately after, it was another sentence—If you're sick, go get treated. Can you stop bothering me?!

Recalling her experience of being pitted all the way, Death was angered to the point of laughing. If a tiger doesn't show its power, do you really take her for a sick cat?

Therefore, she looked at the Iron Demon God and said: "You want to exchange back your friend's soul without paying any price. In this world, there is no such good thing. I only give you three seconds. Otherwise..."

Death smiled, brought Shiler's arm close to her mouth, and made an expression of swallowing it in one bite. She could already imagine how painful Stark would be when he watched the soul of his most valued friend being eaten bite by bite.

This group of damn humans should be punished, and this time, she wasn't an evil perpetrator, but a righteous avenger.

Thinking of this, Death felt that this feast of revenge wasn't exciting enough. Therefore, she waved her hand, and on the desolate plain, a dining table appeared. Shiler's arm was placed in the center of the dining table, while Death put on a gorgeous dress, sat in front of the dining table, fastened her napkin, and picked up a knife and fork.

She began to cut Shiler's soul while saying: "You can continue to stand there and watch your friend's soul being devoured bit by bit."

Countless armor armies flew toward here, but their bombing or even suicide attacks had no effect. This was Death's territory. Even if they were other abstract entities, it was impossible to defeat Death here.

Death looked up at the huge Iron Demon God and said with a smile: "Don't just stand there like a fool. Come down, have dinner with me, and taste the pain of loss and the tearing of the heart..."

What surprised Death was that Stark really appeared beside the dining table. It was just that he was still in the form of the Iron Demon God, only that he had returned to the same size as an ordinary person. Data light flowed in his eyes, and he approached the dining table step by step.

Death supported her chin with her hand and said: "I really don't know how such a tiny human dares to come here and talk terms with the great Death?"

Stark's movements became very mechanized. He walked to the dining table and sat down, turned his head, stared at Death with those eyes, and said: "Because I have bargaining chips to negotiate with you."

"Oh? What is it?" Death showed a disdainful smile, looked at Stark playfully, and said: "If it's some kind of power, I advise you not to open your mouth. I said it, I am the source of power and don't need any extra power."

"Yes." Unexpectedly to Death, Stark nodded, didn't deny it, and then continued: "But you need Death."

Death paused in her action of picking up the dinner fork, and Stark continued: "There is death in the universe, only then are you. You are Death, you need Death."

"So what?" Death asked.

"This is the bargaining chip for my negotiation." Stark turned his head again, but for some reason, when stared at by those cold eyes with only information and data flowing through them, Death suddenly had a bad premonition.

And next, what Stark said made her premonition come true.

"The human body is my shackle, and as long as I am willing to give up the human form, ascend to become other life forms, and give up my humanity and emotions as a human, becoming an existence with only goals and logic, I can clear all death in the universe."

Stark blinked his eyes mechanically again, looked at Death, and said: "If you can see everything in the universe, then you should understand that in such a future, the universe will accept mechanical rule."

"All organic bodies that have birth, aging, sickness, and death will be converted by me into inorganic bodies that only need to replace parts to possess infinite lifespan and will never die."

Accompanied by Stark's narration, the phantom of the mechanical army began to boil constantly, like an astonishing storm.

Death looked up at the sky that was gradually darkening. She gradually widened her eyes, and Stark's devilish whisper still continued:

"Gathering the resources of the entire universe, I can transfer the thinking organs of all intelligent life into mechanical bodies, and uninterruptedly replace every part that might be damaged for them, letting them possess eternal and flawless life, forever, forever... far away from death."

"No..." Death murmured. She looked up and kept scanning the storm over the realm of death. Those mechanical armies ready to go didn't have any murderous intent, but instead were full of pity.

Death read their instructions. The Iron Demon God demanded them not to kill any life. On the contrary, they were to plunder their thinking organs, extract their souls, and pour them into ignorant and senseless mechanical bodies to achieve the state of eternal immortality.

All civilization individuals, animals, plants, cosmic demons, all existences possessing thoughts, would be swept by the mechanical storm. From then on, the universe would usher in an irresistible inorganic catastrophe, and from then on, there would be no more death.

Death stood up from the table in a panic, looking at the mechanical armies flying out one by one. She gripped the broken knife in her hand tightly, and light flashed in her eyes, clearly looking at the future through the timeline.

And at the end of the choice branch, Death only saw a pair of eyes.

Exactly the same as the Iron Man in front of her, it was a pair of cold eyes with only data flowing through them. That cold gaze made Death feel as if she had been strangled.

"Stop... stop quickly!!!" Death screamed: "You can't do this! You will destroy this universe!"

"Damn it! You lunatics! You group of lunatic humans!!!" Death grabbed her hair and said: "You are truly crazy! Stop quickly!!!"

Subsequently, she stood in the original place, took a deep breath, grabbed the arm on the table, threw it to Stark, and said: "Take it! Get out... disappear from my sight quickly, I never want to see you again!!!"

But Stark, who was sitting in the original place, seemed to be completely unaware. He also stood up, came to the opposite side of Death, and said to her: "My friend Shiler has an unrepairable scar on his soul. Do you have a way?"

The Goddess of Death stood in the original place, blankly looking at Stark and saying: "You not only breached the contract, took back the deposit, didn't pay the penalty, but also want me to treat your illness for free... and the one to be treated is Shiler?!!!!!!!!!"

Death reached out and covered her forehead. If she really had blood pressure, she would probably have fainted by now. But Stark stared at him coldly, and his eyes conveyed a kind of information, which was that he wouldn't stop until he reached his goal.

"Are you mistaken?! You, you are Tony Stark! Aren't you a superhero?! How can you destroy the universe?! I have never seen a Tony Stark like you!!!" Death even roared somewhat aggrievedly.

But after half a sound, she took a deep breath and said: "It's all to blame on that damn Shiler! The universe without him was fine! It's just that he has so many things!!!"

"Forget it, isn't it just this wound?" Death gritted her teeth and said: "Let me see... alright, it can be treated. Do you want to treat it?"

Stark looked at Death silently until the angry expression on Death's face began to become stiff. Subsequently, she slowly restrained the distorted expression on her face, turned back to the previous playfulness, and spoke: "You are still quite smart, actually not falling for it."

"How do you plan to treat it?" Stark asked a key question.

Death walked toward him and looked at him with eyes full of smiles, saying: "The wound on Shiler's soul comes from a very bad memory of his, and I can delete all the memories related to it. In this way, he is healed."

When saying this, Death narrowed her eyes, as if she had already seen the ending full of blood and war in the future through this timeline.

But subsequently, she shook her head with some regret and said: "Unfortunately, you are still quite smart, actually noticing it."

"However, this isn't entirely a trap." Death restrained her expression and said seriously to Stark: "That scar is actually memory in essence. If you really want to heal him completely, you can only delete the memory."

"You made such a big commotion, other existences should have already discovered you. If you don't believe it, you can go ask them. My group of stupid brothers and sisters will only give you the same answer."

After speaking, Death reached out, touched Stark's faceplate, tilted her head, stared into his eyes, and said: "As long as you give me a definite answer, your friend will no longer have those dark and painful pasts."

"Believe me, Shiler's past is more painful than you imagine, and he is completely unable to save himself. As his good friend, you should help him, help him escape from the sea of suffering, and obtain happiness..."

Death's face almost touched Stark's nose. When the two's gazes met, Stark heard countless chants, just like the hymns of heaven.

In the holy sound, a childish voice was singing a song of friendship. They said that friends should help each other, helping friends is not a sin, and if he cannot save himself, you should go be this savior...

And then, Death spoke again: "In your memories, there are too many trivial and ordinary things. They are not worth your keeping, nor are they worth your pain for them. If you can eliminate them in exchange for happiness, why not do it?"

"No longer being troubled by those vulgar things, only then can you move toward a greater and happier future..."

Stark slowly opened his mouth. Death seemed to have already listened to his definite answer.

A starry sky slowly unfolded behind Death. The entire realm of death merged into one, becoming a place where endless mysteries flowed back together. Death, as the cornerstone of the universe, revealed her true greatness.

When ordinary mortals only need to take one look to feel crazy for the endless truth and mystery there, in Stark's eyes, the cold data flow gradually receded, and another kind of light burst out from the coldness.

That was the intense emotion that surprised Death, who was watching him, and the emotion and love that these abstract entities could perform but could never truly possess.

"...... No."

Stark spat out a word from his mouth that was completely opposite to Death's expectation. Death stretched out her arms made of starry sky, held Stark's face, looked at him with eyes full of infinite mysteries, and asked: "Why refuse? Why not complete your mission of salvation?"

In Stark's eyes, the pain that Death couldn't understand was revealed. Death touched his eyes with her hand, but Stark closed his eyes and said.

"If Shiler feels pain for his past, then he can choose to forget it himself, rather than anyone helping him forget it."

"If he hasn't forgotten, it means that there are things he must remember in this memory. These things might be more precious than all the pain in that memory combined."

"Therefore, he would rather endure torture than choose to forget, just like my past."

"The pain brought to me by the death of Howard and Maria is far less than the comfort brought to me by the good times I once spent with them. If there is a chance to choose, I will never choose to forget."

"Death... Death..." Stark took the initiative to reach out and touched Death's cheek, and said to her: "In this world, all lives possessing emotions and wisdom cannot defeat you, but we have also defeated you."

Through the endless veils of death, Stark looked at the distance hidden behind Death, and he said:

"Prosperous civilizations, bustling cities, are all built amidst generation after generation of death and rebirth."

"Facing death, all of us feel unavoidable fear, because we are weak, because we are tiny..."

Stark took a few steps back, his figure began to become more and more ethereal, while Death stretched her arms forward, as if wanting to reach the prosperous universe she could never reach through him.

Before Stark's figure disappeared, only his emotionally agitated voice remained, echoing in the realm of death, making this place look even more desolate and empty, and also making the loneliness of Death, who still had the intention of retaining, even more apparent.

"Ordinary people like me will eventually return to your embrace."

"But the heritage and spirit we left behind, the friendship and family affection we established, the cities and civilizations we built..."

"The memories that remain in our memories, making us unable to sleep at night and hurting our hearts, and the treasures they protect that make us remember for a lifetime, together constitute this amazing world."

"Those tiny things relative to your greatness will all remain... vulgarity, never dies."

Added three thousand words today! Praise me!

Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I'll probably write some daily interludes. I've been causing trouble for two or three hundred chapters in a row, making my head hurt.

(Pressing down the hand that is itching to show off skills in the interlude)