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Chapter 82 The Secrets of the Universe, The Chaos of Marvel

A familiar base, familiar people.

Gwen and a group of soldiers carried Homelander and Hulk body parts into the back room, while Ian stood in the hall where a group of researchers were working intently and Tony stared wide-eyed at the digital machine.

"Which one of you is the dimensional demon god? Or have I actually encountered two dimensional demon gods?!" The demon head's brain froze, and it was caught in a state of confusion, unable to distinguish between them at all.

Tony looked at the demon's head.

Ian then expertly tapped the demon's head a few times, saying, "Shut up, will you? Do you have to yell at everyone you see, like you've encountered yet another dimensional demon?"

He strongly suspected that the demon head wanted to be a boastful monster.

Perhaps in hell, praising someone as a dimensional demon is equivalent to the compliments humans exchange when they meet, comparable to everyday greetings like "I really envy you for getting rich again."

"I...I really didn't mean to flatter you."

The demon felt extremely wronged.

Dare to be angry but dare not speak.

He had only one firm thought in his mind—30,000 years in the East Prison, 30,000 years in the West Prison. As long as he was patient enough, he would surely become a great demon by relying on his bloodline one day.

Ah.

Just wait until that time.

I'm sure I can have an invincible, knock-resistant head!

The kind of person who wouldn't feel any pain no matter how many times they were hit!

For an instant.

The demon felt that there was hope and something to look forward to again.

"He really is a dimensional demon... He has eaten so many souls and hasn't finished digesting them yet..." After calming himself down, the demon still couldn't help but stick to his opinion.

"Still being stubborn? Then let Mr. Stark tell us for himself whether he is a dimensional demon or not!" Ian also took the opportunity to question Digital Tony.

Never mind whether it's possible or not.

Even the white-faced actor sang.

Not asking would make him seem careless and lacking in vigilance.

"This world no longer has any dimensional demons." Digital Tony suddenly projected himself in front of the mainframe, staring at the demon head at Ian's waist as he spoke gently.

"However, their souls are actually all here with me too." It was clear that Tony was also somewhat confused by this number, not understanding why he could still see a demon with a soul.

"So, you're actually something like the Mother Tree of Science? When people die, their souls return to you, and then you use some kind of technological device to bring them back to life?"

Ian’s eyes sparkled with a thirst for knowledge.

Hear the words.

Digital Tony simply had someone bring over a metal box and gestured for Ian to place the demon's head inside. Ian didn't hesitate and put the demon's head in.

It's just an Abyssal barrel; there are plenty of unfinished products in Hell. If Digital Tony loses this one, Ian can just ask him for some real hard currency—advanced scientific knowledge.

“Your understanding isn’t wrong; I am indeed doing such a thing.” After gesturing for his staff to seal the box, Digital Tony slowly responded to Ian’s earlier question.

"For some well-known reasons, our world is on the verge of collapse and destruction." Digital Tony waved his hand, and the surrounding researchers and the hall seemed to vanish in an instant.

The walls of the entire control room transformed into a starry sky, with countless points of light flowing within them. Ian felt as if he were in the universe, able to sense its boundless vastness.

"cool."

Ian knew that this was not spatial teleportation, but a visual effect similar to holographic projection; in fact, he was still in the base hall filled with researchers.

Standing amidst this starry sky, Tony's face was filled with reminiscence. "I still don't understand what caused it all. The 'living' space of the endless universe began to shrink at some point. As a result, some weaker universes began to merge with us, and things that shouldn't have existed squeezed into our world."

Ian recognized this story; he had heard similar tales from Miss Death. It was clear that both worlds were facing the same crisis.

Is the DC Universe just a bit luckier?

Do not know why.

Ian didn't hear Digital Tony mention anything about a shattered universe or the invasion of other universes. He still suspected that Digital Tony was deliberately hiding this because the Marvel Universe had parasitized him.

The boy seemed to be deep in thought.

Digital Tony was still explaining the situation to Ian, "At first, nobody thought it was a big problem. Our universe is big enough to accommodate those poor refugees."

"Even the higher-dimensional gods were delighted by this, as if it added to their enjoyment. At least initially, they never intended to stop it."

Tony's voice grew heavy, but Ian didn't feel the emotion strongly. Perhaps the digital human Tony was just simulating what emotion to use at the right time.

"Is there a twist here?"

Ian played the straight man for a moment.

“Yes, there was a turning point, a major turning point.” Tony nodded. “When that crisis began to envelop us, the higher-dimensional beings were no longer able to deal with it.”

"It is neither destruction nor invasion, but simply a continuous shrinking of the universe's living space, causing the entire multiverse to collapse uncontrollably toward the central universe."

"The consequences are obvious."

"The multiverse no longer exists, and higher-dimensional beings have been reduced to ordinary individuals in the universe, no longer possessing their original power and authority."

As Tony narrated.

The surrounding scenery kept changing.

Countless parallel universes squeeze and merge with each other like soap bubbles. In the end, even beings at the multiverse level or higher are forced to remain confined to a single universe.

This is a fall in status.

There was no way to defend against it.

Extremely abrupt.

Even the most powerful being is powerless to resist.

Ian heard the angry roar.

"Um... Miss Death and the others probably haven't realized this yet... right?" Ian's head was buzzing. He found the story that Digital Tony was telling him both absurd and terrifying upon closer examination.

The Marvel Universe and the DC Universe are on roughly the same level. Does this mean that the DC Universe will also suffer the same fate? Ian's expression at this moment was one of utter astonishment and shock.

"Shocks from the remnants of the past within a parasitic universe?"

Ian couldn't tell the difference, but he knew he had to find a way to pass the information on to the bigwigs in the DC Universe without getting himself involved.

This kind of thing can't stump my super wisdom.

It's not about whether it's true or false.

The beings above will judge for themselves.

Chapter 83 Gods Fall, Hell on Earth

It took me a long time to digest.

Ian gradually came to his senses.

"Is that why you collected everyone's souls? The souls of those beings in the collapsing universe?" Ian asked again after a moment of contemplation.

In this regard.

Digital Tony did not give a direct answer, saying, "For those beings at multiple levels, this is at most a decline in the level of life, but for ordinary life, it is a catastrophe."

His voice became deep and resonant.

"What do you mean? Too many people? Are they all crammed together? It's okay, we can go find Thanos, his expertise is perfect for this." Ian guessed, but it was just a casual guess; his intuition told him that things were definitely not that simple.

Since the other party would definitely respond, Ian chose to conserve his brainpower. The power and cost of superintelligence were immense, and Ian generally didn't believe he needed to use it lightly.

"If only that were all, Thanos could certainly prove him right." Digital Tony was truly responsive to every question, and he even added a touch of dry humor to his tone.

but.

This humor also quickly subsided.

“When God is powerless to have mercy on life and suffering, we mortals must bear it ourselves.” Tony lowered his head, and his voice suddenly became a little hoarse.

"What does that mean?"

Ian continues to conserve brain cells.

Digital Tony glanced at him, still without giving a direct response, "Can you imagine countless parallel universes of you, with memories and souls overlapping in the same individual?"

This question directly touched on Ian's blind spot.

after all.

He firmly believed that there could never be another version of himself in any other parallel universe of the DC universe.

"Unimaginable."

Ian shook his head honestly.

"..."

Digital Tony could obviously tell that Ian didn't want to use his brain at all. He touched his virtual forehead speechlessly, and then directly presented Ian with scenes from the past.

The sky is being torn apart.

The earth is also constantly collapsing.

however.

No one cares, no one offers salvation. On the twisted streets of the city, not only humans, not only superheroes, but even cats and dogs seem to have fallen into madness.

"I remember... I remember I used to be a doctor... no, I was a firefighter... or a teacher? Yes! I was a poor woman who went into the sex industry to make films and then had her organs removed!"

A burly man with a stubble beard ran wildly through the street, shouting and yelling.

"Where is my daughter? Alice! Alice! It's Mommy! Don't hide! I'll take you home!" A wild boar frantically searched for something that didn't exist.

“I remember I was an eagle… no, I was the cat chasing mice… I was Voldemort?” Some people were laughing maniacally, holding sticks.

Everyone's chanting "Eat up the melon! Eat up the melon hard!"