Chapter 107: 5D Reality Warping!
Space is collapsing.
Time is rewinding.
This punch.
There are no fancy lighting effects.
There is only one thing—
A pure, extreme erasure of rules.
"BOOM!!!"
Arthur's fist did not directly touch Darkseid in the air.
Instead, it stopped an inch in front of him.
But even so.
A visible golden ripple instantly pierced through the Dark Monarch's chest!
"Pfft—!!!"
Darkseid's indestructible divine body, like a porcelain doll hit by a high-speed train,
was instantly covered in cracks!
Purple divine blood erupted like a fountain, scattering into the void.
Immediately after.
He was sent flying uncontrollably,
crashing directly into the fire-spewing Apokolips behind him!
"Rumble—!!!"
Darkseid, like a meteorite, smashed heavily into the highest peak of Apokolips—his palace.
The dark tower, symbol of supreme power, collapsed instantly!
The massive Impact caused chain-reaction tectonic movements.
Magma gushed, the Earth tore apart.
The entire Planet groaned under this punch!
The scene was dead silent.
Whether it was the superheroes on Earth,
or the Parademons still roaring,
at this moment, they were like ducks with their necks grabbed, unable to make a sound.
"Is this... the end?"
Logan's cigar fell out completely.
He looked at the golden silhouette floating in space,
unable to help but swallow hard.
"I'm afraid the boss just killed the screenwriter with this punch, right?"
Arthur slowly withdrew his fist.
He looked down at his palm.
There, golden radiance still flowed, as if containing the birth and death of countless Universes.
"Tsk."
Arthur shook his head, looking unsatisfied.
"Too fragile."
"Is this the Dark Monarch?"
"He couldn't even take one ten-thousandth of my punch."
"He's not even as durable as that Zombie Hulk."
He turned around.
Facing the countless cameras aimed at him (Eddie Brock was so excited in the warship he was about to go into shock).
A signature, extremely 'wholesome' smile appeared on his face.
"Ladies and gentlemen."
"Do not panic."
"This was just a small... well, business friction."
"Now."
"The negotiation is over."
"We are about to welcome a great—"
"Asset restructuring."
[Ding! Detected host suppressed the Dark Monarch with one punch!]
[Ding! Detected faith points from dual-Universe audience broke the critical threshold!]
[Ding! popularity points + 100,000,000!]
[Ding! popularity points + 200,000,000...]
Hearing the wonderful notification sound,
Arthur flashed.
In an instant, he crossed tens of thousands of kilometers,
appearing directly above the ruins of Apokolips.
There,
Darkseid was struggling to climb up from the magma.
Half of his body was shattered.
In those eyes, the light of the Omega Effect had dimmed to the extreme.
But he still stared fixedly at Arthur.
That defiance of a hegemon made him look terrifying.
"Mortal..."
"Do you think... you can kill... a god?"
Darkseid wheezed, his voice like a broken bellows:
"I am... the only... existence..."
"Even if you destroy this body..."
"I will... be reborn... in the Multiverse..."
"Reborn?"
Arthur laughed.
He descended slowly, his boots stepping on the scorching magma as if walking on flat ground.
He walked up to Darkseid.
Squatted down.
Reached out and gently patted that purple-gray, blood-stained face.
"Old Dark, oh Old Dark."
"Are you still not clear on the situation?"
"Kill you?"
"That would be too wasteful."
"Do you not know how expensive labor is right now?"
Arthur pointed to the devastated Planet:
"Such a large family business."
"And these hundreds of millions of hardworking Parademons."
"If there's no leader."
"Wouldn't it be troublesome for me to manage?"
"What... do you want to do?"
A chill called fear rose in Darkseid's heart for the first time.
"What do I want to do?"
Arthur stood up.
In his eyes,
those two nebulae representing Golden Superman's divine power suddenly spun!
At the same time,
on his bracers,
the Mind Stone, Reality Stone, and Soul Stone,
glowed, weaving together to form a terrifying fluctuation capable of rewriting concepts!
"I am the screenwriter."
"Now."
"I am going to modify your—"
"Character profile."
"Give me—"
"Change!"
Hum!!!
A golden rule power instantly enveloped Darkseid's entire body!
This was not just suppression of power,
but tampering at the level of causality!
"No!!! No!!!"
Darkseid let out a desperate roar.
He felt his will being stripped away.
His obsession with the "anti-life equation," his desire to conquer the Universe,
were being forcibly replaced by something else.
That thing was called—
Loyalty.
Absolute loyalty to Homelander!
"I am... Thanos..."
"No... I am Darkseid..."
"I am..."
A few seconds later,
the light dissipated.
The injuries on Darkseid miraculously healed.
He stood up slowly.
Those eyes that originally burned with tyrannical red light now became calm and... obedient.
He straightened his damaged armor.
Then,
on this most violent Planet in the Universe,
under the gaze of billions of Parademons,
this Dark Monarch,
slowly,
knelt on one knee.
"Boss."
Darkseid lowered his noble head:
"General Manager of the Apokolips branch, Darkseid."
"Reporting to you."
"Please give instructions."
The scene was dead silent.
If the punch just now was shocking,
then this scene,
was simply mind-blowing!
The Dark Monarch... turned over a new leaf?
Not only turned over a new leaf, but also became a General Manager?
"Very good."
Arthur nodded with satisfaction.
He reached out and petted Darkseid's bald head like a dog (although it felt a bit rough).
"Very spirited."
"Since you've joined, you have to work."
Arthur looked around at the Planet full of magma and chimneys,
looking disgusted.
"This place is too ugly."
"Fire everywhere, no atmosphere at all."
"How can this attract tourists?"
"Wesley!"
Arthur shouted into the communicator.
"Yes! Boss!"
Wesley's voice was trembling with excitement.
"Get that 'Interstellar Renovation Plan' out for me."
"I am going to turn this Apokolips."
"Into—"
Arthur pointed under his feet:
"The biggest in the Universe—"
"Homelander Theme Park!"
"Fill in those fire pits and turn them into hot springs."
"Demolish those factories and build roller coasters."
"As for those Parademons..."
Arthur glanced at the monsters flying all over the sky:
"Put them in mascot costumes."
"From now on, they are responsible for selling balloons and handing out flyers at the entrance."
"Even if they are ugly, they must be ugly in a valuable way."
"Understand?"
Darkseid, kneeling on the ground, shuddered.
Although brainwashed,
he still retained his memories as a monarch.
Turning the terrifying Parademon army into balloon-selling mascots?
This was even more painful than killing him!
But his mouth uncontrollably replied:
"Yes, Boss!"
"Very creative idea!"
"I will go arrange it right away!"
Seeing this scene,
The Seven in the distance were completely numb.
"The boss's operation..."
Magneto wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead:
"He's even more ruthless than me."
"Turning hell into a hotel, turning Apokolips into an amusement park..."
"Is there anything in this Universe he dares not change?"
"Yes."
Jean Grey said lightly from the side:
"He hasn't changed his hairstyle yet."
...
After dealing with the "personnel appointment" of Apokolips,
Arthur didn't rush back.
He hovered in space,
looking at the Planet that had already been labeled with "Homelander Group,"
and the blue Earth (DC version) not far away.
"Hmm..."
"Two Earths, two Universes."
"Running back and forth is too troublesome."
Arthur rubbed his chin.
A crazier idea popped into his mind.
"Since I already have the power of Golden Superman."
"Since I can modify reality and manipulate space."
"Then why..."
"Not merge these two Universes—"
"Together?"
Once this thought came out, even Arthur was startled.
Merging Universes?
This was something even OAA might not do.
But on second thought.
"Who am I?"
"I am Homelander."
"I am a businessman."
"The market is unified, so it's easier to manage."
"Besides..."
Arthur glanced at the popularity points still jumping on the system panel.
"If it's the vibration caused by the merger of two Universes."
"How many popularity points would that harvest?"
"I'm afraid it might blow up the system, right?"
"Do it!"
Arthur's eyes shone with golden light.
He suddenly spread his arms.
The 5D space projection behind him flickered.
On his left bracer, the six Infinity Stones shone to the extreme.
"Tony!"
Arthur's voice rang directly in the minds of the Tony Stark of both Universes (Although DC doesn't have Tony, he contacted Cyborg on the Justice League side).
"Calculate the gravitational parameters for me!"
"I'm going to perform a major surgery!"
"What?!"
Tony, who was in the Marvel Earth laboratory, dropped the wrench in his hand:
"What do you want to do again?!"
"Isn't it enough that you just turned Apokolips into an amusement park?!"
"Not enough."
Arthur's voice was full of fanaticism:
"I want to make the Earths of these two Universes..."
"Neighbors!"
"Just like binary stars!"
"I think, if Superman and Captain America could live in the same neighborhood."
"That scene must be beautiful."
"Crazy... you are completely crazy..."
Tony felt his brain vessels were about to burst.
But this did not prevent his hands from typing rapidly on the keyboard.
As a scientist, facing this unprecedented cosmic-level experiment,
his body was more honest than his mouth.
"Are you ready?"
Arthur's voice resounded through the void of the Multiverse.
"I'm starting!"
"Dimension—"
"Fusion!"
Boom——————!!!
A golden light wave that transcended the concepts of time and space.
It erupted from within Arthur.
It instantly swept across two parallel Universes!
All the stars were shifting.
All the rules were being rewritten.
The Reality Stone was frantically modifying physical constants.
The Space Stone was closing the distance between the two Worlds.
The Time Stone was synchronizing the time flow of the two Universes.
This was a miracle!
A miracle that only a true five-dimensional being could manipulate!
The people on Earth discovered in terror.
The sky had changed.
The familiar starry sky had vanished.
Replacing it.
Was a massive, azure Planet that appeared extremely abruptly outside the atmosphere!
Two Earths!
Face to face!
Just like looking in a mirror!
"Oh God..."
"Is that... is that another Earth?!"
"Are we going to collide?!"
Just as panic was about to spread.
Arthur's majestic figure appeared between the two Planets, like a creator god.
He supported the atmospheres of both Planets with his hands (though he looked small, in everyone's eyes, he was a giant standing between heaven and Earth).
"Don't be afraid."
Arthur's voice was gentle yet powerful:
"This is what I have gifted you—"
"A new neighbor."
"From today on."
"The Marvel Universe and the DC Universe."
"Are officially merged!"
"Collectively known as—"
"The Homelander Multiverse Coalition!"
[Ding! Host detected completing an epic feat: Universal Fusion!]
[Ding! The entire Multiverse is shocked!]
[Ding! popularity points + 500,000,000!]
[Ding! popularity points + 1,000,000,000...]
[Current popularity points: 2,600,000,000!]
The numbers had gone crazy.
The system had gone crazy too.
Arthur looked at the popularity points that had turned into an astronomical figure.
He laughed like a fool.
"Now..."
"I am truly invincible."
"However..."
He glanced at the newly merged World.
"Such a large territory."
"Wouldn't it be a bit tiring to manage it all by myself?"
"It seems."
Arthur stroked his chin:
"I need to set up a 'Universal Council'."
"Let those idle superheroes get to work."
"Batman will handle the finances."
"Iron Man will handle the technology."
"Superman will handle public security."
"As for me..."
Arthur lay in the void, crossing his legs:
"I will be responsible for—"
"Collecting money."
"And counting money."
Just then.
In the distant, unobservable depths of the void.
A pair of golden eyes slowly opened.
That was the Living Tribunal.
Or perhaps some higher existence.
"The balance... has been broken."
A grand voice echoed across the dimensions:
"This variable..."
"Must be—"
"Corrected."
"Hmm?"
Arthur's ears twitched.
He turned his head abruptly, looking at the void.
"Who is mumbling over there?"
"Want to correct me?"
Arthur stood up, the golden light in his eyes flaring up:
"Just in time."
"My company is still missing a legal advisor."
"I think that golden head of yours would be perfect as a signboard."
"Wait for it."
"I'm coming to find you—"
"For an interview!"
Boom!!!
The golden stream of light once again broke through the shackles of the dimensions.
Toward that unknown realm.
Launching a new charge.
For Homelander.
Conquest.
Never has an end.
As long as there are leeks.
The sickle will never stop.
...
"Boom!!!"
The golden stream of light traveled through the gaps between dimensions.
There is no time here.
No space.
Only endless, sickeningly brilliant quantum foam.
Arthur, wearing the Stars and Stripes cape, radiated a golden brilliance brighter than ten million stars.
He had his hands behind his back.
As if he were strolling through his own backyard.
"Tsk."
"The road conditions in this place are terrible."
Arthur frowned and waved his hand casually.
The quantum storms, capable of tearing apart a single Universe, instantly calmed down beside him.
Turning into a flat, smooth highway.
"System."
Arthur asked in his mind:
"That guy called... the Living Tribunal."
"Where exactly is he?"
"I've been flying for three minutes."
"If I can't find him, I'm going back for dinner."
[Ding! Extremely high-energy reaction detected right ahead!]
[Warning: Target energy level—Omnipotent Universe level!]
[The opponent is scrutinizing the host!]
"Scrutinizing?"
Arthur laughed.
Laughing incredibly rampantly.
He stopped and hovered in this void.
Looking up.
Looking at the seemingly empty chaos.
"Come out."
"Don't hide behind the scenes like a peeping tom."
"I know you're there."
"That... freak with three heads."
"Hum——!!!"
As Arthur's words fell.
The void of the entire Multiverse suddenly began to tremble violently.
A grand, majestic, and indifferent aura devoid of any emotional color.
Descended with a boom!
Immediately after.
A figure so huge it could not be described in words slowly emerged.
He was too big.
In front of him, even the previous Zombie Galactus was nothing more than a speck of dust.
Golden body.
Floating head.
Three faces, representing Justice, Necessity, and Vengeance, respectively.
The Living Tribunal!
The supreme judge of the Marvel Omnipotent Universe!
The agent of OAA!
"Variable."
The face of the Living Tribunal representing "Justice" spoke.
The voice had no fluctuation, yet it caused the surrounding dimensions to collapse:
"You have overstepped."
"You forcibly merged two Universes that should not have intersected."
"You have disrupted the balance."
"According to the laws of the Omnipotent Universe."
"You—"
"Will be erased."
"Erased?"
Arthur raised an eyebrow.
He looked at this ridiculously large golden giant.
Not only was he not afraid in the slightest.
Instead, he took out a bottle of iced cola he didn't know when he had brought with him.
"Sss——"
Pulled the tab.
Took a sip.
"Ah——"
Arthur burped.
Then.
He extended a finger, pointing at the Living Tribunal's huge head:
"Big guy."
"Haven't you figured out the situation yet?"
"Here."
Arthur pointed under his feet (though there was no ground):
"Is my territory."
"And you."
"Are at best an outsider..."
"Auditor?"
"Insolent!"
The face of the Living Tribunal representing "Vengeance" turned over.
The eyes shot out enough fury to destroy countless timelines.
"I am the Living Tribunal!"
"My will is the will of the Universe!"
"Destruction!"
Boom!!!
The Living Tribunal raised his hand.
That was truly "covering the sky with one hand."
A terrifying energy containing causality, rule erasure, and conceptual strikes.
Instantly enveloped Arthur!
This wasn't an attack.
This was "deletion"!
Just like a programmer deleting a line of erroneous code!
However.
Facing this dimensionality-reduction strike.
Arthur didn't even blink.
He just slightly raised his left hand.
On his wrist guard.
The six Infinity Stones were dim.
Because here, at the level of the Omnipotent Universe, the power of the Infinity Stones was negligible.
However.
He himself.
Was the strongest cheat!
Golden Superman! Five-dimensional being!
"Delete me?"
"Do you have that authority?"
In Arthur's eyes, the two rotating golden galaxies suddenly accelerated!
"I am the screenwriter!"
"The script—"
"Change it for me!"
Hum!!!
A willpower even more domineering and unreasonable than the Living Tribunal's.
Instantly erupted!
That rule-based power that was supposed to erase Arthur.
The moment it touched him.
Actually...
Stagnated!
Then.
Turned into golden fireworks filling the sky!
"Bang bang bang!"
The gorgeous fireworks exploded in the void, forming a huge word—
"WELCOME"!
"What?!"
The Living Tribunal's three faces simultaneously revealed expressions of astonishment.
His judgment...
Turned into fireworks?
"This is impossible!"
"What is this power?!"
"This is money-power."
Arthur adjusted his tie and slowly flew to the tip of the Living Tribunal's nose.
Although the size difference was vast.
But in terms of momentum.
Arthur was completely overwhelming!
"Sorry, this company does not accept hostile takeovers."
"Nor does it accept any form of violent layoffs."
Arthur reached out and gently patted the Living Tribunal's nose (though it was just an energy entity):
"However."
"I think you look quite unique."
"Three heads, you can be worth three Zhuge Liangs."
"How about it?"
"Any interest in..."
"Changing jobs?"
"Changing jobs?"
The Living Tribunal was furious.
"I am the servant of the Supreme Being!"
"How dare you insult me!"
"Then go to hell!"
The Living Tribunal attacked again.
This time, he mobilized the energy of the entire Omnipotent Universe!
Wanting to crush Arthur completely!
"Tsk."
"You don't know what's good for you."
Arthur shook his head.
The smile on his face disappeared.
Replacing it was the look an employer gives when seeing a disobedient employee...
Disgust.
"Since you don't want to be an employee."
"Then be—"
"An ornament!"
Boom!!!
Arthur threw a punch!
This punch.
Didn't use any energy.
But used—
Settings!
A five-dimensional being's reality modification!
"Give me—"
"Freeze!"
Crack!
A crisp sound, as if glass was shattering.
Resounded throughout the entire void.
The Living Tribunal's immensely huge body.
In this instant.
Actually began to rapidly...
Petrify!
The originally flowing golden energy turned into cold gold.
Those three majestic faces turned into rigid sculptures.
Even the space around him was solidified into a huge, transparent glass dome!
"No——!!!"
The Living Tribunal's final thought echoed in the void.
But it was of no use.
In the blink of an eye.
This judge of the Omnipotent Universe.
Had turned into a...
Ten-thousand-meter-tall, pure gold, looking very valuable—
Figurine.
"Done."
Chapter 108: If I Say This Building Won't Collapse, It Won't Collapse
John Arthur clapped his hands.
Looking at the giant golden statue before him, he nodded with satisfaction.
"Placing this thing at the company entrance..."
"Will definitely give us some prestige."
"And..."
John Arthur rubbed his chin.
"If I were to smash this and sell it as gold..."
"How much would it sell for?"
[Ding! Detected that the Host has sealed the Living Tribunal!]
[Ding! The Omniverse is shaking!]
[Ding! popularity points +500,000,000!]
[Ding! popularity points +800,000,000...]
[Current popularity points: 3,900,000,000!]
Nearly four billion!
John Arthur looked at that number, his smile stretching wide.
This wave of actions...
Wasn't just about making money.
It was also sending a clear signal to those 'Watchers' hiding in the dark corners.
This signal was clear.
This territory...
Belongs to Gil!
"Wrap it up!"
John Arthur gave a grand wave of his hand.
The Space Stone lit up.
A portal large enough to accommodate this massive statue slowly opened.
"Boys, come out and move house!"
"This is our company's new signboard!"
...
Earth, New York.
Homelander Multiverse Union Headquarters (formerly the Homelander Group Building, now expanded to half of Manhattan).
On the top floor, in that extremely luxurious union office.
Tony Stark was sitting in front of a holographic computer, holding a cup of espresso with a deep frown.
"This isn't right..."
Tony looked at the gravitational parameters of the two Earths on the screen.
"The masses of the two Earths are similar, but there are subtle differences in the gravitational constant."
"If we don't find a way to balance it,"
"Sooner or later, tidal forces will tear both moons apart."
Opposite him.
Bruce Wayne (Batman) was wearing a black high-end suit, holding a financial report.
Despite being brainwashed by the Mind Stone,
His gloomy, steady, and calculating aura remained.
"Stark."
Wayne's voice was low.
"Solve these technical problems yourself."
"What I care about now is..."
He pointed to a line of red ink on the report.
"For that so-called 'Apokolips Transformation Project',"
"We have already overspent by three hundred billion dollars."
"The cash flows of Wayne Enterprises and Stark Industries are about to break."
"If the boss doesn't bring back some 'hard currency' soon,"
"We won't even be able to pay the salaries of The Seven next month."
"Ha!"
Tony scoffed and spread his hands.
"Money?"
"You're talking about money with that miser?"
"He'd rather rob aliens than take a single penny out of his own pocket."
"And..."
Tony glanced at Wayne.
"Don't you think your security system is a bit too pathetic?"
"Every time that guy comes back, he appears directly in my lab."
"He doesn't even knock."
Wayne gave Tony a cold look.
"Your satellites can't stop him either."
"Don't call the kettle black."
"We are both now—"
"Wage slaves."
Just as the two were sniping at each other sarcastically.
Rumble—!!!
The entire building suddenly shook violently!
The coffee in Tony's hand spilled all over the floor.
The report in Wayne's hand also went flying.
"Enemy attack?!"
Both reacted simultaneously.
Tony instantly summoned his nano-armor.
Wayne also reached for the Batarang at his waist.
However.
When they rushed to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked outside.
Both were stunned.
On the plaza in front of the building (which was previously Central Park).
A ten-thousand-meter-tall, glittering, three-headed giant statue...
...was emerging from a massive blue portal,
Slowly descending!
The pressure emanating from that statue made the very air in New York solidify.
And on top of the statue's head.
John Arthur sat there with his legs crossed.
Holding a megaphone in his hand.
Looking absolutely triumphant.
"Hello? Hello? Hello?"
"Can you hear me?"
"Tony! Wayne!"
"Come out and see God!"
"I brought back a—"
"New door god for the company!"
Tony and Wayne looked at each other.
They both saw despair and... numbness in each other's eyes.
"Is that... the Living Tribunal?"
Tony, as someone who had encountered mystical knowledge, recognized the statue's identity.
His voice was trembling.
"He turned the judge of the Omniverse..."
"...into a statue?!"
Wayne took a deep breath.
He adjusted his tie.
"It seems."
"Our budget problem is solved."
"If we cut this thing up and sell it,"
"It'll be enough for us to buy the entire Milky Way Galaxy."
...
On the plaza.
John Arthur looked down at the dense crowd of people kneeling.
Listening to the thunderous shouts of "Long live!"
His vanity was greatly satisfied.
"Not bad."
"This is the life."
He flew down.
Landing in front of Tony and Wayne.
"How is it?"
John Arthur pointed at the 'golden body' behind him.
"Is this gift weighty enough?"
"Enough... more than enough..."
Tony swallowed, his face looking strained.
"But, Boss."
"Putting this thing here... isn't it a bit too flashy?"
"Flashy?"
John Arthur frowned.
"I like being flashy."
"What's the point of being Homelander if you're not flashy?"
"By the way."
John Arthur seemed to remember something.
"Wayne."
"Yes, Boss."
"Arrange something for me."
"I want to hold an auction broadcast to the entire Universe—"
"An auction!"
John Arthur's eyes gleamed with greed.
"Cut off a finger from this statue."
"And all those scraps we got from Apokolips and the Dark Dimension."
"Sell them all!"
"I want all the tycoons in the Universe to know."
"The Homelander Group."
"Is not just number one in martial force."
"But also—"
"The richest!"
Wayne pushed up his glasses, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.
"Understood, Boss."
"This will be the largest fencing... oh no, charity auction in history."
Looking at these superheroes who had completely become 'Homelander's dogs'.
John Arthur smiled.
He turned around.
Looking toward the infinite starry sky.
"Alright."
"The situation on Earth is temporarily stable."
"Next..."
He touched the Infinity Stones on his wrist.
"Which Universe should I go play in?"
"I heard..."
"There's a small group called the 'Illuminati' that's quite arrogant?"
"And something called the 'Spider-Society'?"
"Tsk."
"It seems."
"My 'incorporation' plan."
"Still has a long way to go."
...
Zzzzt—
The sound of cutting.
Piercing, yet pleasant to the ear.
It was Logan wielding his pair of adamantium claws, performing delicate work on the giant, pure gold pinky finger of the Living Tribunal.
Sparks flew.
Gold shavings scattered.
"A little more to the left, Logan."
John Arthur hovered in mid-air, holding an ice-cold cola, like an extremely picky client.
"Don't cut it crooked."
"This is an Omniverse-level 'Jinhua Ham'."
"If you mess up the cut, even by a gram, that's a loss of tens of thousands of dollars."
Logan spat out the butt of his cigar and cursed.
"Fuck!"
"I am the Wolverine! I am a warrior!"
"Not a damn miner!"
Despite his words, the movements of his hands did not slow down at all.
Clang!
A section of pure gold knuckle the size of a locomotive slammed heavily onto the plaza.
The ground trembled.
"Perfect."
John Arthur nodded with satisfaction.
He turned around to look at the two 'chief financial officers' behind him.
Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne.
The two were scanning the golden finger with various instruments.
"How is it?"
John Arthur asked.
"Will this quality fetch a good price?"
"Unbelievable..."
Bruce Wayne pushed up his glasses, looking at the data panel, his voice carrying the cold-bloodedness and fervor of a capitalist.
"This substance..."
"Although it presents as gold, it contains an extremely stable high-dimensional energy internally."
"If used as an energy core or to craft luxury goods..."
Wayne looked up and gave an estimate.
"This single finger is enough to buy the resource planets of half the Milky Way Galaxy."
"Very good."
John Arthur smiled.
"Then slice it up."
"Make those limited edition 'God's Fingerprint' commemorative medals."
"Release them to the entire Multiverse."
"I've already thought of the name—"
"Let's call them 'Atonement Medals'."
"Tell those alien tycoons that if they buy this medal, Homelander will bless their whole family with safety."
Tony rolled his eyes from the side.
"You've really mastered this charlatan routine."
"But..."
Tony glanced at the sky above, which had become bizarre and colorful due to the fusion of the two Universes.
"Our movements are too large."
"Energy fluctuations of this level, plus your crude dimensional fusion."
"Will definitely attract some..."
"Uninvited guests."
As if to prove Tony's jinx.
The moment he finished speaking.
Hum—!!!
In the void above the plaza, a strange orange ripple suddenly appeared.
It wasn't a portal.
But a geometric structural crack similar to a spider web, snapping open instantly!
Immediately following.
Countless figures jumped out of the crack like dumplings being dropped into a pot.
Red and blue ones.
Black and white ones.
There were even those driving mechs, riding motorcycles, and some that looked like pigs...
Spider-Men!
Hundreds and thousands of Spider-Men from different Universes!
They used spider silk to hang from the surrounding buildings, completely surrounding the entire plaza.
And in the very center.
A tall man wearing a dark blue suit with red skull patterns slowly descended.
Miguel O'Hara.
Spider-Man 2099.
The leader of this cross-dimensional organization—the Spider-Society.
His gaze was cold, staring fixedly at John Arthur standing on top of the golden statue.
"Is this the anomaly?"
Miguel's voice was low, carrying suppressed anger.
"John Arthur."
"Do you have any idea what you've done?!"
"You forcibly merged two Universes; you've damaged the Web of Life and Destiny!"
"You are causing the collapse of countless Worlds!"
The entire area fell silent.
Only the sound of the sea breeze blowing through capes could be heard.
John Arthur looked at this group of tight-suit-wearing freaks who had suddenly popped up.
He wasn't angry.
Instead.
He felt like laughing.
"Yo."
"Isn't this a spider convention?"
AI Model: gemini-3.1-flash-lite
John Arthur pointed at the Peter Parker (MCU version) below who was doing his homework, then looked up at the group in the sky.
"Peter, look."
"Your relatives have come to visit."
Little Spider-Man Peter Parker clutched his schoolbag, looking completely bewildered.
He looked at the man in the sky who was also wearing a red and blue suit but looked much more muscular than him, and asked weakly:
"Um... are you guys here to buy merchandise too?"
"Shut up!" Miguel roared.
His red eyes were filled with bloodshot veins:
"This is not a game! This is not a joke!"
"This is—"
"A Canon Event!"
"Your existence itself is a huge mistake!"
"You must be corrected!"
"Correction?" John Arthur laughed.
He slowly rose into the air, arriving in front of Miguel.
The terrifying aura of that high-level Silver Superman instantly made the surrounding air feel thick and viscous.
The Spider-Men hanging on the walls even felt as if their webs were about to snap.
"Miguel."
John Arthur adjusted his tie, wearing that extremely 'nuclear-friendly' smile:
"Have you been staying in that... spider nest for too long?"
"Has it addled your brain?"
"You want to talk to me about the Canon Event?"
"About correction?"
John Arthur raised his left hand. On his bracer, the six Infinity Stones shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight.
"Even that three-headed monster, the Living Tribunal, was turned into a statue by me."
"What makes you think..."
"That you, a little spider, are qualified to meddle in my business?"
"Because this is responsibility!"
Miguel bared the laser claws on his wrists, high-tech from the future:
"All Spider-Men, listen up!"
"Capture the anomaly!"
"For the stability of the Multiverse!"
"Even if we die, we must stop him!"
"Yes!!!"
Hundreds of Spider-Men fired their webs simultaneously. The sky was filled with white webs, covering John Arthur like a net. The scene was extremely spectacular.
"Tsk." John Arthur sighed. He looked helpless.
"Why..."
"Do you always like to use such low-level methods?"
"Webs?"
"Are you trying to knit me a sweater?"
Facing the overwhelming webs, John Arthur couldn't even be bothered to dodge. His eyes suddenly lit up!
Zzz—!!! Two crimson Heat Vision beams traced a perfect circle in the air.
"Whoosh!" Fire! All the webs, the moment they touched the Heat Vision, were instantly set ablaze!
The flames followed the webs like fiery snakes, spreading wildly toward the source!
"Ah! Hot, hot, hot!"
"My butt is on fire!"
The Spider-Men hanging on the walls instantly fell into chaos, falling down one by one like dumplings.
"Is that it?" John Arthur shook his head. He looked at Miguel, who was charging in the front.
"You're the leader of these bugs?"
"Doesn't look like much."
Miguel had already reached John Arthur. He was fast and strong. Those laser claws, carrying the power to tear through alloys, slashed fiercely at John Arthur's chest.
"Give me—"
"Stop!" Miguel roared.
Clang! A crisp sound of metal colliding. Those claws, capable of cutting through iron like mud, scratched against John Arthur's suit. They didn't even leave a mark. Instead, it left Miguel's wrists numb.
"Too light." John Arthur reached out. He grabbed Miguel by the neck, just like grabbing a Chihuahua trying to bite someone.
"You want to talk to me about the plot?"
"About the Canon Event?"
John Arthur leaned in, looking at Miguel's shocked face:
"In this Universe."
"I am the screenwriter."
"I am—"
"The only plot!"
Boom!!! John Arthur's arm jerked violently. Miguel was thrown like a cannonball, smashed fiercely into the ground below.
"Bang!" A large crater was smashed into the hard Vibranium plaza. Miguel lay at the bottom of the pit, feeling like all his bones were about to fall apart. One-hit kill! This is the difference in levels!
"Boss!" The other Spider-Men exclaimed when they saw this. Some wanted to rush up to save him, while others were already so scared that they wanted to open portals and run away.
"Want to run?" John Arthur raised his left hand. The Space Stone flashed with blue light.
"Space—"
"Lockdown!"
Hum! The space of the entire Manhattan instantly solidified. Those dimension portals that had just opened were like televisions being forcibly turned off. They instantly extinguished!
All the Spider-Men were trapped in this jar. They became trapped like fish in a barrel.
"Wesley!" John Arthur called out.
"Here! Boss!" Wesley ran out from behind the cover, still holding the tablet.
"Look at this bunch of guys." John Arthur pointed at the Spider-Men flying all over the sky:
"How much free labor is this."
"How many—"
"Delivery men?"
"Or couriers?"
A capitalist gleam flashed in John Arthur's eyes:
"Catch them all for me."
"Establish a 'Homelander Delivery' branch."
"With these guys who can scale walls."
"Our logistics efficiency will definitely rule the entire Universe!"
Wesley's eyes lit up:
"Boss is brilliant!"
"These guys don't need fuel, don't need rest, and can even spin their own webs to pack things."
"They are simply perfect consumables... oh no, employees!"
"Little ones!" John Arthur looked at The Seven behind him:
"What are you still standing there for?"
"Catch them!"
"Catch one, get a reward of one hundred thousand!"
"Catch that one driving the mech (Spider-Mech), reward of five hundred thousand!"
"Roar—!!!" Hearing there was a bonus, Logan was the first to rush out.
"That Spider-Man on the motorcycle is mine!"
"I'm going to steal his bike!"
Magneto waved his hand elegantly. Countless metal cages formed in the air, like bird traps, netting the Spider-Men inside one by one.
"What interesting collectibles."
A "Great Hunt" targeting the Spider-Men unfolded vigorously over New York.
And John Arthur slowly landed beside the large crater. He looked at Miguel, who was still struggling to get up.
"You... you... devil..." Miguel gritted his teeth, his eyes full of defiance.
"Devil?" John Arthur squatted down and patted Miguel's face:
"No."
"I am a capitalist."
"Miguel."
"I think your management skills are pretty good."
"To be able to keep so many troublemakers from different Universes in line."
"How about it?"
"Are you interested..."
"In being a logistics department manager for me?"
"The benefits are excellent."
[Ding! Detected that the host has defeated the Spider-Society! Forcibly conscripting Multiverseforces!]
[Ding! popularity points +20,000,000!]
[Ding! popularity points +30,000,000...]
Listening to the system's notification sounds, John Arthur smiled even more happily.
"This is life."
"Fighting, conscripting, counting money."
He stood up and looked toward the distant horizon. There, it seemed like a few even more powerful auras were watching. The Illuminati? Mr. Fantastic? Black Bolt?
"Don't be in a rush." John Arthur licked his lips:
"Next."
"It will be your turn."
New York, above the ruins of the plaza. The wind stopped. But the suffocating pressure in the air was even heavier than before.
Hundreds of Spider-Men from different Universes were now trapped in that huge spatial cage. Some were stuck against the invisible air wall, others were hanging upside down in mid-air, looking at each other, their eyes filled with confusion and fear.
And on the edge of the large crater. The man in the deep blue suit, with his red cape fluttering slightly behind him. He was squatting down, looking at the leader of the Spider-Society who had just been punched into the ground by him—Miguel O'Hara.
"Cough, cough..." Miguel struggled to get up. His proud nanotech suit was now covered in cracks. The blue holographic patterns flickered, as if they would go out at any moment.
"You..." Miguel raised his head. Those bloodshot red eyes stared fixedly at John Arthur:
"You are a lunatic."
"You have no idea what you are doing!"
"The Canon Event is the cornerstone of the Multiverse! It is an unchangeable fate node!"
"You are forcibly merging Universes, this is destroying everything!"
Miguel's voice was hoarse, carrying a desperate roar:
"All the Spider-Men... all the Worlds... will collapse because of your willfulness!"
"Collapse?" John Arthur laughed. He reached out and gently patted Miguel's dusty face. The movement was as gentle as petting an injured puppy.
"Miguel, oh Miguel."
"Your perspective."
"Is simply too small."
John Arthur stood up, hands on his hips. He looked up at the sky. There, the reflections of two Earths shone against each other, and countless stars rearranged themselves under the new gravitational rules.
"Your so-called Canon Event."
"Your so-called fate."
"In my eyes." John Arthur's eyes suddenly lit up with two golden lights (Golden Superman mode):
"Are nothing but—"
"Draft paper that I can change whenever I want."
"I am the screenwriter."
"If I say this building won't collapse."
"Then it won't collapse."
Hum!!! An invisible, trans-dimensional golden will instantly swept across the scene. The Multiversemonitor on Miguel's wrist suddenly emitted a harsh alarm sound. "Beep, beep, beep—"
He looked down. The data stream that originally showed "Extremely Unstable" and "About to Collapse." In this instant. Miraculously... stabilized!
That line representing the integrity of the Canon Event, from the red warning line, was directly pulled into a smooth green line.
"This... how is this possible?!" Miguel was stunned. His worldview shattered into pieces at this moment. No sacrifice? No correction? Just a single sentence?
Chapter 109: Tremble, Illuminati
"This man... he actually forcibly suppressed the repulsion of the Multiverse with his power?!"
"There is nothing impossible."
Arthur shrugged, looking completely matter-of-fact:
"As long as your fist is hard enough."
"Even the laws of physics have to kneel and sing 'Conquer' for me."
He turned around and looked at the trapped Spider-Men.
A "nuclear-friendly" smile appeared on his face, one that made the entire Universe tremble.
"Now."
"The problem is solved."
"The Universe won't explode, and the World is peaceful."
"So..."
"Let's talk about compensation."
Arthur pointed to the floor tiles on the plaza (though they had already been smashed):
"You bunch of people, coming here uninvited."
"And shooting webs everywhere, making a mess all over the floor."
"Who is going to pay for this cleaning fee?"
"And..."
Arthur's gaze fell upon those Spider-Men operating the giant spider mechs:
"Illegal occupation of airspace."
"Driving without a license."
"Gathering to fight."
"With all these charges added up..."
Arthur rubbed his chin:
"Even if I sold you all, you wouldn't be able to pay for it."
The whole place was deathly silent.
The Spider-Men all shrank their necks, not even daring to breathe loudly.
Even the Spider-Man who loved to talk trash (if there was one) shut his mouth obediently at this moment.
"However."
Arthur changed the subject.
"I am a merciful God."
"I also know you don't have money."
"After all..."
He glanced at the Peter Parker (MCU version) who was still doing homework on the ground:
"Spider-Man being poor is a consensus of the Multiverse."
"So."
"I'll give you a chance."
"A chance to pay with your body... oh no, a chance to work off your debt."
Arthur snapped his fingers.
"Wesley!"
"Here! Boss!"
Wesley, who had been prepared long ago, immediately ran over with a team of lawyers.
Holding a thick stack of contracts in his hands.
"Distribute the contracts to them."
Arthur pointed to that group of Spider-Men:
"From today on."
"'Homelander Multiverse Logistics Company'."
"Is officially established!"
"And you."
"Are my first batch of—"
"Gold-medal couriers."
"Logistics company?!"
Miguel climbed out of the pit, looking incredulous:
"You want us..."
"To let this group of elites who protect every Universe..."
"To deliver packages?!"
"What?"
Arthur glanced at him, his eyes dangerous:
"Do you have an opinion?"
"Or..."
"Do you want to go keep the Living Tribunal company?"
He pointed to the giant golden statue in the center of the plaza.
Miguel's throat bobbed.
He looked at the statue that had even sealed the judge of the Omniverse.
Reason told him.
Shut up.
"Very good."
Seeing that Miguel stopped talking, Arthur nodded with satisfaction.
He began to work on the spot, pointing out the layout.
"That one riding the motorcycle."
Arthur pointed to a Spider-Man wearing a leather jacket:
"You are responsible for same-city express delivery."
"Those few operating the mechs."
"Responsible for moving large items."
"As for that Spider-Man Noir..."
"You go be responsible for night deliveries; it saves on lamp oil money."
"And that Peter B. Parker..."
Arthur looked at the middle-aged Spider-Man with a beer belly:
"You need to lose weight."
"Go run the stairs."
"Apartment complexes where the elevators are broken, they all belong to you."
"As for you..."
Arthur finally looked at Miguel.
"As the leader of this bunch of bugs."
"You can be the regional manager."
"Responsible for managing these guys."
"If there is a package delivered late, or the positive rating is below five stars."
A flash of red light flickered in Arthur's eyes:
"I will hold you solely responsible."
"I'll replace the serum in your syringe with my foot-washing water."
Miguel: "..."
What an insult!
What a...
Inability to resist!
"Sign it."
Tony Stark walked over.
He held a tablet in his hand, scanning Miguel's battle suit non-stop, clicking his tongue in wonder:
"This is future technology? It's not that great."
"This color scheme is too old-fashioned, and this nanostructure isn't as good as my Mark 50."
"But this spider silk formula is kind of interesting..."
Tony patted Miguel on the shoulder, looking sympathetic:
"Buddy."
"Accept your fate."
"In this World."
"He is the boss."
"We..."
"Are all wage earners."
Miguel looked at the contract printed with the golden "H" logo in his hand.
Looking at the Spider-Men around him who had already been forced to line up to sign.
He took a deep breath.
For the survival of the Multiverse (for the sake of staying alive).
He picked up the pen.
"I'll sign."
[Ding! Detected that the host has incorporated the Spider Alliance!]
[Ding! Multiverse logistics network established!]
[Ding! Detected that the worldview of the entire Universe audience has shattered! popularity pointssoaring!]
[Ding! popularity points +50,000,000!]
[Ding! popularity points +80,000,000...]
Arthur listened to the notifications, grinning from ear to ear.
"Awesome!"
"With this group of free labor."
"My business empire has finally added the last piece of the puzzle."
"Next..."
He turned around.
Looking at the giant golden statue of the Living Tribunal in the center of the plaza.
"It's time to deal with this big guy."
"Wayne!"
"Here, Boss."
Bruce Wayne walked over, holding the calculator, with only numbers in his eyes:
"I have just re-evaluated it."
"The material of this statue is not just gold."
"It contains fragments of the laws of the Omniverse."
"If we break it down and auction it off."
"Just a fingernail from a pinky finger."
"Could be exchanged for the resources of a galaxy."
"Dismantle it!"
Arthur waved his hand:
"Dismantle it now!"
"Logan! Eric!"
"We've got work!"
"Dismantle this statue for me..."
"Tear it into eight pieces!"
"Alright!"
Logan jumped up excitedly.
Adamantium claws waving.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
Sparks flying everywhere.
A generation of the Judge of the Omniverse.
Just like that, it was reduced to...
Building material.
Meanwhile.
In a hidden corner of the Multiverse.
In a round table conference room suspended in the void.
Six chairs, with six figures sitting on them.
Illuminati.
Mr. Fantastic (Reed Richards).
Black Bolt.
Doctor Strange (Stephen Strange of the main Universe, if he is still alive, or of a parallel Universe).
Professor X (of another parallel Universe).
Namo.
Iron Man (of another parallel Universe).
They were watching the scene on the big screen.
In the scene, it was exactly Arthur directing everyone to dismantle the Living Tribunal.
"Madman..."
Mr. Fantastic's body twisted like a noodle, showing his inner anxiety:
"He even dares to touch the Living Tribunal."
"And..."
"He actually incorporated the Spider Alliance?"
"What does he want to do?"
"Does he want to rule all Universes?"
That parallel Universe's Iron Man (wearing the Superior Iron Man armor) sneered:
"It's obvious."
"This guy's ambition is even greater than Thanos'."
"He doesn't just want to rule."
"He wants to turn all Universes into his private property."
Black Bolt did not speak.
He just opened his mouth.
But closed it again.
Because he knew that as long as he spoke, this Base would be gone.
Professor X (Patrick Stewart version) rubbed his temples:
"I cannot feel his thoughts."
"His brain is protected by a layer of golden barrier."
"That is... the power of a God."
"We must stop him."
The eye of agamotto in Doctor Strange's hand was spinning:
"In all possible futures."
"If we let him continue."
"The Multiverse will eventually only have one voice."
"That is—"
"Homelander."
"Then kill him."
Namo held his trident, his eyes gloomy:
"While he is still complacent about that logistics company."
"We will gather all our strength."
"And deliver a fatal blow to him."
"How do we kill him?"
Mr. Fantastic spread his hands:
"He has six Infinity Stones in his hand."
"He is a Silver Superman (or even stronger) himself."
"Even the Living Tribunal has been turned into a statue by him."
"What do we use to fight?"
The conference room fell into silence.
Yeah.
What do we use to fight?
This is simply a deadlock.
Just then.
A seventh person, who had been sitting in the shadows without speaking, suddenly spoke.
It was a man wearing a green cloak and a mask on his face.
Doctor Doom, Doom.
"There is a way."
Doom's voice was low and full of majesty:
"If we cannot kill him in this dimension."
"Then we will..."
"Exile him."
"Exile him to—"
"The end of the Land of Nihility."
"Or..."
"That place where even Gods will fall—"
"The Beyonders realm."
Mr. Fantastic's eyes lit up.
"You mean..."
"Battleworld?"
"That's right."
Doom stood up, and a flash of magic light flickered under his green cloak:
"Only that place."
"Can trap a God."
"Prepare."
"This will be our last chance."
New York, plaza.
Arthur sneezed.
"Achoo!"
"Who is talking about me?"
He rubbed his nose, looking unhappy:
"It must be that Black Braised Egg cursing me in Hell."
"Wesley!"
"Here! Boss!"
"Send a message to Mephisto."
"Tell him to add some chili powder to Fury in the oil pan."
"Yes!"
Arthur turned around.
Looking at the Living Tribunal statue that had already been half dismantled.
And looking at the busy Spider-Men around.
"Life has been too comfortable."
"I always feel..."
"A storm is coming."
Arthur curled his lips into a smile.
"However."
"What I like the most..."
"Is a storm."
"Come on."
"Let me see."
"In this Multiverse."
"Who else..."
"Dares to challenge Homelander's authority!"
New York, early morning.
The style of this city has changed.
On the originally congested streets, there are not only yellow taxis.
But also red and blue figures swinging back and forth between skyscrapers.
If you look closely.
You will find that on their backs, they are all carrying a huge insulated box with a golden "H" logo.
"Excuse me! Excuse me!"
A Spider-Man (Hobie Brown) wearing a punk-style battle suit, holding two cups of hot coffee in his hands, did a 360-degree turn in mid-air and landed steadily on the windowsill of an office building.
"This is your extra-large Caramel Macchiato!"
"Remember to give a five-star review, dear!"
And on the other side.
Peter B. Parker was sweating profusely, carrying a double-door refrigerator, crawling up the outer wall of the Empire State Building.
"Damn it..."
"Why is the elevator for this resident broken?"
"And why did they have to buy such a big refrigerator?!"
As he climbed, he glanced at the timer on his wrist:
"There are only two minutes left before it's overtime..."
"If that Vampire boss finds out, he's going to deduct my perfect attendance bonus again!"
"Come on, Parker! For Mary Jane's cosmetics!"
The whole of New York.
Even the entire United States.
Was shocked by this group of extremely efficient and ubiquitous "Spider-Man couriers".
"This is too fast, right?"
A citizen who received a pizza less than ten minutes after ordering, looking at the figure swinging away with spider silk, was completely dumbfounded:
"Is this what Homelander called... a logistics revolution?"
Homelander Group Building, top floor office.
Arthur sat on the boss chair.
Looking at the constantly fluctuating logistics data on the holographic screen and the stock price curve that was rising almost vertically, he nodded in satisfaction.
"Not bad."
"These bugs are actually quite capable."
He took a sip of coffee and turned to look at Miguel standing to the side.
This former leader of the Spider-Society, now the logistics department manager of Homelander Group.
He was wearing a crisp suit (though his muscles made the suit look a bit tight), holding a report in his hand, with a look of utter hopelessness on his face.
"Boss."
Miguel's voice was a bit dry:
"Today's delivery punctuality rate reached 99.9%."
"Customer satisfaction is five stars."
"It's just..."
Miguel hesitated for a moment:
"There are a few Spider-Men from different Universes... like that Spider-Man Noir, he complained that delivering packages during the day is too blinding and affects his black-and-white filter."
"And that Spider-Ham, it said it wants to eat hot dogs, not deliver them."
"Those are just minor issues."
Arthur waved his hand, looking magnanimous:
"Get that black-and-white one a pair of sunglasses."
"As for that pig..."
A red light flashed in Arthur's eyes:
"Tell it."
"If it doesn't deliver, then we'll turn it into a hot dog."
"I think it will understand what professionalism is."
Miguel shuddered.
"Yes, Boss."
Just then.
"Buzz—"
The space in the office suddenly fluctuated.
It wasn't the opening of a portal.
But a kind of...
Cross-dimensional holographic communication.
A beam of ghostly blue light gathered in front of the desk.
Gradually forming a phantom image of a round table meeting.
Six chairs.
Six figures.
Mr. Fantastic, Black Bolt, Professor X, Doctor Strange, Namo, Iron Man (Superior version).
Illuminati!
They hadn't arrived in person.
But had used some kind of high-dimensional technology to project their images here.
"John Arthur."
Mr. Fantastic, Reed Richards, sat at the head of the table.
His body still maintained that eerie rubbery texture, and his eyes held a condescending scrutiny:
"We are the Illuminati."
"Guardians of the Multiverse order."
"We have been observing you for a long time."
"Oh?"
Arthur raised an eyebrow.
He put down his coffee cup and examined this group of "old acquaintances" with great interest.
"Illuminati?"
Arthur laughed.
Laughing with incomparable contempt.
"I think it's—"
"The Old Geezers Club, right?"
"Look at this state you're all in."
Arthur pointed at Professor X (Stewart version) sitting in the wheelchair:
"An old man about to enter the grave."
Then he pointed at Namo, who was wearing green tights:
"A fish-man who only knows how to play with water."
Finally, his gaze landed on Mr. Fantastic:
"And another..."
"A freak who stretches himself out like a noodle."
"Just by relying on you lot?"
"Are you worthy of maintaining order?"
"Insolent!"
Namo slammed the table, and although it was a projection, the anger was still clearly visible:
"Mortal!"
"Watch your words!"
"We are giving you a chance!"
"Giving us a chance?"
Arthur stood up.
His red cape moved without wind.
He walked to the projection, passed directly through Namo's body, and stood in the center of the round table.
That terrifying sense of oppression even transmitted through the projection signal, making the few people on the other side feel a sense of suffocation.
"I'm giving you a chance, too."
Arthur raised his left hand.
On his bracer, the light of the six Infinity Stones couldn't be fully displayed in the projection, but that power of the rules still made people's hearts palpitate.
"Tell me."
"Where is your Universe?"
"I want to go..."
"And collect some property management fees."
"You!"
Mr. Fantastic's face darkened.
He didn't expect this Homelander to be so arrogant.
Facing the Illuminati, not only did he have no awe, but he actually wanted to counter-harvest them?
"John Arthur."
Doctor Strange (Benedict version, but looking more weathered) spoke up.
The eye of agamotto on his chest wasn't glowing, but the magic circle in his hand was rotating slightly:
"Your power is indeed strong."
"But the rules of the Multiverse are not something you can trample on at will."
"You forcibly merged Universes, enslaved heroes, and even turned the Living Tribunal into a statue..."
"This has seriously threatened the balance of the Multiverse."
"So what?"
Arthur looked impatient:
"Are you here to issue a ticket?"
"Or are you here to give me a lecture on moral education?"
"We are here to give you an ultimatum."
That Tony (White Can) wearing the Superior Iron Man armor said coldly:
"Stop your expansion."
"Release all the heroes you have imprisoned."
"Hand over the infinity stones."
"Otherwise..."
A silver light flashed in White Can's eyes:
"We will initiate—"
"The Final Judgment Protocol."
"Final Judgment?"
Arthur was stunned for a moment.
Immediately.
"Pfft—hahahaha!"
He clutched his stomach, laughing until tears were almost coming out.
"Judge me?"
"Just relying on you bunch of old, weak, sick, and disabled people?"
"And a mute who will suffocate if he doesn't open his mouth (referring to Black Bolt)?"
Black Bolt: "..."
He opened his mouth, seeming to want to say something, but was stopped by Mr. Fantastic.
"No need to waste words with him."
Mr. Fantastic looked at Arthur, his eyes full of disappointment (feigned):
"It seems that you are determined to be this tyrant."
"Since that's the case."
"Then don't blame us for being impolite."
"Prepare for war, Homelander."
After speaking.
The projection flickered and disappeared instantly.
The office returned to calm.
"Boss..."
Miguel looked at Arthur with some worry:
"The Illuminati... their strength cannot be underestimated."
"Especially that Mr. Fantastic, he is one of the smartest people in the Marvel Universe."
"And that Black Bolt, it is said that his roar can shatter Planets..."
"Shatter Planets?"
Arthur sat back in his chair and picked up the cola again.
There was no worry on his face.
Only the excitement of a hunter seeing the prey about to fall into the trap.
"Miguel."
"Do you know?"
Arthur pointed to his own ear:
"In my BGM."
"No one can be louder than me."
"Besides..."
A red light flashed in Arthur's eyes:
"They want war?"
"That's great."
"I've been worried that my popularity points have been growing a bit slowly lately."
"A cross-Universe war."
"This is the best—"
"Reality show material!"
"Wesley!"
Arthur shouted into the communicator.
"Yes! Boss!"
"Notify everyone."
"All departments, enter Level 1 combat readiness."
"Tell Magneto to bring out his'scrap metal army' for a spin."
"Tell Jean Grey to charge up the Phoenix Force for me."
"And..."
Arthur glanced at the huge Living Tribunal statue outside the window.
"Take this big guy's..."
"Middle finger."
"Cut it off."
"Send it to the Illuminati."
"Consider it my—"
"Return gift."
...
In a crack in the Multiverse.
The headquarters of the Illuminati.
The six big bosses were sitting together, the atmosphere heavy.
"He is even more arrogant than we imagined."
Mr. Fantastic rubbed his temples:
"Moreover, his power..."
"According to the analysis of the contact just now."
"His energy index has already exceeded any single-Universe god we know."
"Perhaps..."
"He may have already touched the threshold of the Multiverse."
"So what?"
Namo said disdainfully:
"No matter how strong, he is still a mortal."
"As long as we join forces, even gods can be killed."
"No."
Doctor Strange shook his head, the eye of agamotto in his hand spinning crazily:
"I cannot see a future of victory."
"In these 14 million possibilities."
"The number of times we win is..."
"Zero."
The hall was dead silent.
"Zero?"
White Can Tony's voice trembled slightly:
"Strange, did you see it wrong?"
"My anti-god armor is..."
"It's useless."
Doctor Strange sighed:
"Conventional means cannot kill him at all."
"Unless..."
"Unless what?" everyone asked in unison.
"Unless we can find that legendary—"
Doctor Strange's gaze cast into the depths of the void:
"Beyonders."
"Or..."
"Lure him into—"
"Battleworld."
"Let God Emperor Doom deal with him."
"Doom?"
Mr. Fantastic's face changed.
That was his lifelong enemy.
And also the most dangerous schemer in this Multiverse.
"Reed."
Professor X said telepathically:
"Of two evils, choose the lesser."
"Compared to that Homelander who wants to turn the entire Universe into his private property."
"Doom... perhaps is an object that can be negotiated with."
Mr. Fantastic was silent for a long time.
Finally.
He nodded.
"Alright."
"Initiate—"
"The Secret Wars plan."
...
Earth, New York.
Arthur didn't know that the old guys from the Illuminati were plotting against him.
Or rather, he didn't care at all.
At this moment.
He was standing in the underground vault of the company building.
Looking at the mountains of Vibranium, Adamantium, and various rare resources scavenged from all over the Universe.
"I'm rich."
"This time I'm really rich."
Arthur picked up a metal ingot glowing with purple light (dismantled from Thanos's spaceship) and weighed it in his hand.
[Ding! Detected that the host possesses massive rare resources!]
[New function of the system store unlocked—]
[God-level Creation Platform!]
[You can use these resources, combined with the power of the Infinity Stones, to forge your own—]
[Artifact!]
"Artifact?"
Arthur's eyes lit up.
"Interesting."
"Although this body of mine is already tough enough."
"But who would complain about having more equipment?"
"And..."
Arthur glanced at his empty right hand (his left hand had the bracer):
"Always feel like something is missing."
"Since I want to be the God King."
"How can I not have a handy weapon?"
"Hammer? Too rustic."
"Shield? Too cowardly."
"Sword? That's for girls."
Arthur's gaze swept around the vault.
Finally.
It fixed on the double-edged sword (fragment) that he had thrown in the corner to gather dust.
"Hmm..."
"The material of this blade is not bad."
"Plus these Vibranium, Uru..."
"Then use the Power Stone to enchant it."
"Use the Reality Stone to reshape it."
"I want to forge a—"
A hint of fanaticism flashed in Arthur's eyes:
"A blade capable of splitting the Universe—"
"blade of the homelander!"
(The name is a bit rustic, but it has good recognition.)
"System! Start working!"
Buzz!!!
The God-level Creation Platform activated.
Countless precious metals melted and reorganized in the void.
Six-colored lights intertwined.
A giant battle blade with an exaggerated shape, completely golden, emitting a terrifying aura, was slowly taking shape.
This is not just a weapon.
This is a symbol of power.
It is Arthur's scepter—
To conquer the Multiverse!
"Tremble, Illuminati."
"Tremble, Doom."
Arthur looked at the artifact that was about to take shape and revealed an extremely "nuclear-friendly" smile:
"Daddy is bringing his new toy..."
"To come and play with you."