Chapter 353: S: The Grand Event of Glory (28)

"So, you hope the wizards can open a portal to send you back to the Andromeda Galaxy?"

"That's right." Lan Ling's voice was filled with concern. "Our homeworld is now surrounded by chaotic forces. We don't know what this demon god named Siseon intends to do..."

"If what your wizards say is true—that his power source is the same as Nal's—then they're likely allies. His appearance on Klinta Star may be an attempt to free Nal. We absolutely cannot allow that to happen."

"All beings that seek to spread chaos across the universe will bring about its destruction. We must stop this."

Strange shook his head and said to Lan Ling, "I understand your feelings, but interstellar portals are an extremely rare phenomenon. For human civilization, they carry significant danger—possibly inviting invasion."

"Therefore, all wizards must obtain the Supreme Wizard's approval before opening an interstellar portal."

Before Lan Ling could ask, Strange continued: "I am not the Supreme Wizard—only a student of the Supreme Wizard. I've been entrusted by him to temporarily oversee Kamar-Taj and the Sanctum Sanctorum. The Supreme Wizard himself is currently wandering the universe. Only after I make contact with him can we send you back..."

"What about Asgard..."

Strange shook his head again. "Last time we helped transport members of several United Civilizations back, we already owed Asgard a favor. Besides, Odin, the ruler of Asgard and Father of the Gods, is currently absent. To activate the Bifrost, we'd need his permission."

Lan Ling sighed. "Alright, I realize that interstellar teleportation technology is extremely vital in any civilization. Without the approval of its leaders, it's unlikely to be activated lightly."

"But I truly hope you'll help us. The cooperation between symbiotes and humans has been incredibly harmonious—we've achieved a level of synergy rarely seen in the universe. If you assist us, the entire Shentar race will forever remember this friendship."

"Yes, I know." Strange's expression turned regretful. "In these few days with you, I've found you to be truly wise and benevolent beings—rare in the universe. Humans are eager to befriend such a race. But we are still a planetary civilization..."

Strange wore a look of deep difficulty. Seeing this, Lan Ling chose not to press further—he knew asking humans to send them back was asking too much.

Humanity's farthest journey has never left the Solar System. Asking them to assist symbiotes across such a vast distance to Andromeda is pure fantasy.

"From my personal standpoint, I'm very willing to help you. So in the coming days, I'll attempt to contact the Supreme Wizard. If I get any news, I'll notify you immediately."

Seeing Strange's sincere expression, Lan Ling was moved. After all, they weren't dealing with an advanced interstellar civilization, but a primitive planetary one barely capable of self-preservation—it was like a billionaire giving you a hundred dollars versus a starving man giving you a hundred dollars; the feeling was entirely different.

Though the symbiotes didn't say it outright, their genetic catalog had already revealed everything: among all the species they had recorded, humans ranked at the bottom in both development level and physical fitness; their only notable potential had yet to be fully unlocked.

There were countless civilizations in the universe with potential—but most perished early. Lan Ling no longer pressed Strange further and turned to leave. After he departed, Strange immediately began contacting Wong.

This wasn't because he had a sudden change of heart or genuinely wanted to help—it was because Wong had been out of contact for far too long, and no one knew where he'd wandered off to.

Although the Kamar-Taj wizards and Strange weren't worried about Wong's safety, they wondered: if Wong wasn't even concerned about Kamar-Taj's security, wasn't he being a little too careless?

So what was Wong, who had long since left Earth and roamed the cosmos, doing now?

He was collecting corpses.

Wong was happily collecting corpses.

This all began when Hela and Balder faced off, and Mephisto intervened, turning the entire conflict into a chaotic brawl.

After Wong took Odin away, the two had a deep conversation and reached a preliminary agreement. When Wong and Odin joined the battle, its scale began swelling like a snowball.

The universe is vast and empty. Even with many demon gods, their habitats aren't densely packed. But these beings deliberately sought out crowded areas to fight, resulting in more and more demon gods being drawn into the conflict.

Demon gods born from cosmic energy each had different personalities, but one trait was shared: they all leaned toward chaos. In simple terms—they had terrible tempers.

Demon gods had no concept of courtesy, humility, or tolerance. If you've invaded my home, do you expect me not to fight back?

Thus, most demon gods caught in the crossfire joined the battle in fury.

The battle grew larger and larger, like a plague spreading wildly through the cosmos. The most significant consequence was the internal competition among demon gods: those who couldn't fight kept dying; only the strong survived. The stronger they became, the bigger the battle grew—and the more weak ones died.

Demon gods had no allies. Even if they did, they wouldn't care if their allies died. They fought like madmen. The innocent bystanders were simply unlucky. In the universe, might makes right. Dying from weakness was the least worthy of sympathy.

But this situation benefited one person: Wong. If there was anyone in the universe who specialized in killing demon gods and looting their corpses, Wong was unquestionably the best.

While demon gods fought ahead, Wong looted behind. His mood lately couldn't be described as merely happy—it was only two states: happy and extremely happy.

As the universe's ultimate looter, Wong possessed exceptional professionalism. You may be strong, but I am the King of Looting.

Earth wouldn't be in immediate danger. Kamar-Taj was well guarded by Strange. This was a golden opportunity to loot—miss it once, and you'd wait ten thousand years.

But looting had its requirements. At first, Wong absorbed the purest energies left behind by slain demon gods into his body, storing them as magical reserves.

But over time, he realized human bodies had limits. No matter how much he compressed the energy, he simply couldn't store any more—it was like picking up too many large items and running out of bag slots.

Wong had no time to organize these energies or bring them back to Kamar-Taj—there were more corpses to loot ahead.

So he turned to his ultimate boss, Eternity. But Eternity was busy too, still cleaning up the mess of cosmic chaos. With a wave of his hand, Eternity redirected Wong's request to the Vishanti.

Though the Vishanti didn't know what Wong intended, they granted his wish, transforming his body into a being akin to a Star-Spider. He retained physical form but was no longer carbon-based, nor bound by lifespan.

Now Wong's "bag slots" had vastly expanded, allowing him to return to the battlefield and happily loot once more.

But a new problem arose. Though likened to bag slots, these energies were all mixed together within Wong's body.

As previously noted, cosmic primordial energy had many different properties, many of which conflicted—light and darkness, creation and destruction, and so on. All these powers were stored within Wong's body, constantly clashing.

Sometimes light and darkness exploded against each other; sometimes chaos and order refused to coexist. Explosions happened every few days, leaving Wong's Star-Spider body riddled with holes.

When he went to the Vishanti requesting upgrades, they were stunned. They couldn't fathom how a human wizard had managed to turn a high-tier Star-Spider body into this state.

The Vishanti were ancient entities in the cosmos. Two of the three deities composing them originated from Earth and had kept watch on its recent developments. They'd long heard that modern humans had created bombs capable of reducing Earth to rubble multiple times. They'd assumed Wong was level-headed—only to discover he was just as reckless. Clearly, humans were indeed explosive maniacs.

But despite their complaints, they still had to find a way to reinforce Wong's body. After all, Wong was the avatar of White Magic and the embodiment of Eternity's will. He and Eternity had already discussed retirement plans. Even if the Vishanti did nothing, Eternity would eventually transform Wong into a Celestial Body.

So the Vishanti directly replaced Wong's body with a Celestial Body—a form forged from Eternity's primordial cosmic energy, nearly immortal.

The Vishanti thought: Surely Wong would be satisfied now? This was the absolute limit an Eternity emissary could achieve. After all, Wong's base was merely a human body—not a cosmic demon god. A primordial Eternity Body was already the upper limit for carbon-based life.

But soon after, Wong made another request. The Celestial Body was indeed sturdy enough to contain conflicting energies—but the energy conversion efficiency was too low.

In simple terms: bandwidth was insufficient. Whether extracting power from demon god corpses or converting stored energy into magic, the efficiency was abysmal, severely slowing his looting speed.

This question left the Vishanti speechless. Theoretically, an Eternity Body had infinite output. But Wong wasn't a cosmic demon god. Human souls had limited bandwidth—they couldn't absorb and control unlimited power. Exceeding that limit would cause total power Shikong.

Ultimately, Wong's vast looting experience and insatiable greed forced the Vishanti to upgrade their magical technology, developing a method to forcibly expand human soul bandwidth.

"The Immortal Wood Miracle"

After developing this method, the Vishanti wanted to test it on Wong. If successful, human devotees could later access greater White Magic power, benefiting themselves as well.

Moreover, they were deeply curious: what exactly was Wong doing that kept blowing up his own body so many times?

So the Vishanti personally traveled to Wong's location.

At that moment, Wong had just ended his call with Strange, his body shimmering with endless magical radiance.

In the heart of the demon god battlefield, amidst chaos and shattered storms, a portal suddenly opened. Wong stepped out—and instantly, the winds ceased, the clouds stilled. His voice echoed across the cosmos:

"... ll things end. Only I am eternal."