Chapter 216: Puke… (Part 2)

Turning his gaze away from Xiangong and back to Earth, Shiler hid behind the Stark Nest, transformed into a wisp of gray mist, and launched a cruel personal attack on Nal through his messaging system.

After the gray mist unlocked his gene library, Shiler could find more insults from the symbiote's gene pool, so he simultaneously lectured the mist on how wrong it was to insult others, while forwarding every single one of those insults unchanged to Nal.

The result was that Nal, enraged, desperately poured power into Earth, trying to manipulate Riot to crush Shiler—but between Shiler and Riot stood Iron Demon Stark, growing stronger with every strike.

Since Iron Demon Stark was a consciousness aggregate, he had no true physical form; whether it was Riot, Drake inside Riot, or Nal far away in the Andromeda Constellation, none of them had ever encountered such a form of life, and they could not locate Stark's core.

Yet the endless machine swarms conjured by Stark's magic regenerated no matter how many were destroyed, and as the mechanical fortress continuously evolved, countless offspring iterated and advanced, making the mechanical army grow ever stronger—so Nal had no choice but to pour in even more power to counter him.

This created a "virtuous cycle": Shiler hid behind Stark, using his messaging system to personally attack Nal; Nal, driven mad by the insults, projected more power to Riot; but for Riot to reach Shiler, he had to fight Iron Demon Stark first—and as Stark grew stronger with each blow, Nal was forced to project even greater power.

Originally, according to the initial power transmission rate, most of the energy would have been siphoned off by the other demon gods before reaching Earth—but now, due to this situation, the amount of power successfully transmitted to Earth kept increasing.

Chaos and darkness gradually descended upon this small planet; as Nal's power output grew more frantic, the barriers of the Nine Realms began to tremble, and under these conditions, even though less than half the spoils had been collected, Odin had no choice but to return to Asgard to hold the line, while the Ancient One had to return to Earth to resist the encroaching chaos.

Nal's sudden outburst exceeded both of their expectations; Asgard and Earth were both caught off guard.

On Earth, darkness and chaos grew heavier; the planet, directly exposed to the primordial chaos of the universe, now faced imminent corruption.

Steve stared at the black shadow spreading beneath his feet and said grimly: "His corruption is nearly beyond Greenwich Village—if it spreads further, it may reach residential zones…"

He pulled out his phone and called Nick, who replied: "All residents of Greenwich Village and surrounding neighborhoods have been evacuated."

"You had this planned? What exactly are you trying to do?"

Nick said nothing—he hung up and turned his gaze toward the center of the battlefield, now drowned in darkness.

Suddenly, from the deepest heart of darkness and chaos, a tendril of gray mist rose—and in an instant, it expanded into a thick gray fog, completely engulfing Riot.

At that moment, the demon gods near the power conduit suddenly noticed Nal's power flow had paused for a heartbeat—as if the conduit had been blocked.

And indeed, the conduit had been blocked: Riot, the power's outlet, was now entirely covered by the gray mist.

The gray mist's nature allowed it to do what other symbiotes could hardly manage: at the right moment, it could easily envelop and seal off another symbiote.

Now, the gray mist began to contract, tightly wrapping around Riot, becoming a plug that blocked the exit through which Nal's power descended.

But don't forget—Nal, in a rage, was still frantically outputting power; the moment the outlet was sealed, he had no time to stop.

The output end was blasting power at an extreme rate, but the exhaust port had been forcibly blocked—and as expected—

The power conduit exploded.

First, a tiny point of light flared—then countless fragments erupted from the universe, and the condensed chaos energy burst into a blazing halo like a black sun, sending shockwaves rippling across the entire cosmos.

Although the gray mist had blocked the flow for only a fleeting instant, and not perfectly, and had even absorbed a large portion of Nal's power, the sheer volume of Nal's output was so immense that the un-reinforced conduit, as expected, detonated on the spot.

And it wasn't just the conduit that exploded—there were still numerous demon gods squatting right beside it.

Setrak remained as steady as a mountain; to him, the blast was no more powerful than a sneeze. Dormammu flinched slightly and drew back, unharmed. Mephisto, too greedy, had delayed his retreat and looked slightly disheveled; the rest of the great demon gods were thrown off their feet and scrambled into their own dimensions, none seriously injured.

But beyond these few great demon gods, the others suffered terribly.

It was like wind: a fan's breeze brings no harm and feels refreshing—but suddenly, the wind pouring from the fan became a Category 12 hurricane, tearing both bodies and territories into shreds—the scene was horrific.

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Nal's chaos energy could be absorbed, but that didn't mean its explosion lacked lethal force; quite the opposite—as primordial cosmic power, the blast's violent shockwave obliterated the vast majority of demon gods who had been greedily feeding on the conduit, and even one unfortunate great demon god had his leg blown off, limping away in shame.

At that moment, Strange, standing at Xiangong, received Shiler's call. Shiler said: "Notify our dear investors—the welcome gift has arrived."

As the explosion's shockwaves faded, the Ancient One stood in space; the corpses of countless demon gods filled the entire universe, outnumbering even those he and Odin had scavenged before by dozens or hundreds of times. Several great demon gods appeared beside him.

Dormammu's gulp sounded louder than thunder. Mephisto sighed: "Ancient One, you humans call us demon gods? That's slander. The true cosmic demon gods are you—look at what you've done, Zeze, so terrible…"

The Ancient One turned to the Lord of Hell. Mephisto changed tone: "So, when's dinner?"

Odin arrived and dragged Loki and Strange along with him. He tossed the two into the pile of demon corpses. Strange swallowed hard, reached out, and struggled to speak: "Wait—"

He pulled out his phone and, awkwardly, recited: "Premium Member Welcome Gift! Join the Totem Project Premium Membership and receive a 30-day unlimited consumption pass for this demon god's remains, plus 28 member perks—all for just triple your investment…"

On Earth, the gray mist belched and said: "It hurt a bit… but I'm so full… no, actually, I'm way too full… puke…"

At that moment, Eddie appeared behind Shiler, his voice hoarse: "Where's my share?"

"Don't rush," Shiler said with difficulty to Venom. "You're sure you want a quarter?"

"Of course. You're not trying to renege, are you?"

"Cough… I just wanted to remind you—"

"Hurry up!! I'm starving!!!"

Shiler could only place his hand on Eddie's shoulder. Three seconds later, Venom: "Puke…"

"... ow is there so much?!?!"

Shiler rubbed his throat uncomfortably—he hadn't expected Nal to project so much power in an instant.

His original plan was to have the gray mist block the power conduit for just a moment; he assumed that after being imprisoned so long, Nal's power conduit couldn't be advanced, and its tolerance couldn't be high—just a brief blockage would be enough to trigger an explosion.

Then, the demon gods greedily feeding on the conduit would be wiped out by half, followed by the expected forced-donation… gift-giving phase.

In that fleeting instant, the gray mist had absorbed as much of Nal's power as possible—even too much; after giving a quarter to Venom, both symbiotes were simultaneously overfilled and vomited.

"What exactly did you do to make Nal so furious?"

"Nothing…" Shiler coughed. "I just insulted him once…"

"What did you call him?" Venom asked, puzzled.

"Nataru."

Two minutes later, Stark, his chest reactor now dimming, fell from the sky and was caught by Peter. He said: "I knew this thing would run out of power, but I didn't expect it to die this fast…"

He winced as he replaced his old reactor, then shook his head in confusion: "Was I hallucinating just now?"

"Why did I see a pile of slime chasing a wisp of mist??"

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