Chapter 110: Good Blade
"Buzz—!!!"
With the final roar of the God-level Creation Platform.
The giant war blade suspended in mid-air finally fully formed.
Its entire body presented a heart-palpitating dark gold color.
The blade was slender and ferocious, with six-colored intertwined energy circuits flowing across it; that was the power of the infinity stones circulating within.
The hilt was forged from a fusion of Uru and Vibranium, with the deep red gem snatched from Cyttorakembedded at the end.
A terrifying aura capable of cutting dimensions and severing causality slowly overflowed from the blade's edge.
Even the surrounding space was trembling, emitting an unbearable tearing sound.
"Good blade."
Arthur reached out and grasped the hilt.
"Boom!"
A violent surge of energy instantly rushed into his body along his arm, creating a wondrous resonance with his Bio-electric Field.
He swung it casually.
"Sss—"
The space in front of him was directly sliced open, creating a black crack several kilometers long!
Through the crack, one could even see the chaotic storms of the Quantum Realm.
"This is—"
"The blade of the homelander!"
Arthur looked at this weapon of mass destruction with satisfaction, the red light in his eyes flickering slightly:
"Although the name is a bit tacky."
"But this power..."
"Is f*cking awesome."
He turned around and looked at Tony and Wayne, who were stunned behind him.
"Two butlers."
"I leave the house to you two."
"I'm going to..."
"Test the blade."
...
In the cracks of the Multiverse.
This was a pocket dimension independent of the main material plane.
It was also the secret headquarters of the Illuminati.
Beside the giant round table, the atmosphere was so oppressive it felt like it could drip water.
"He is here."
Professor X (Patrick version) suddenly opened his eyes, his wise eyes currently filled with terror:
"I feel it..."
"An indescribable malice."
"Is tearing through our defensive barrier!"
"So soon?"
Mr. Fantastic Reed Richards' face turned pale.
His fingers danced rapidly across the holographic console:
"The dimensional anchors are collapsing!"
"Defensive systems are failing!"
"Damn it! His energy index is still rising!"
"There's no upper limit at all!"
"Prepare for battle!"
Superior Iron Man (White Can) snorted coldly, the liquid metal armor on his body instantly covering him, silver light flashing, his eyes cold:
"I don't believe it."
"Having gathered the intelligence of the six greatest brains in our Universe."
"We still can't deal with one savage!"
However.
Before he could finish speaking.
"Rumble—!!!"
The entire pocket dimension suddenly trembled violently!
The starry sky overhead, originally simulated, shattered instantly like a broken mirror!
A golden crack spanned the firmament!
Immediately after.
Two giant palms reached out from the crack.
They grabbed the edges of the crack respectively.
Then.
Violently tore to both sides!
"Rip—!!!"
The sound was like tearing a thin piece of A4 paper.
The sturdy dimensional barrier was forcibly torn open, creating a huge gap!
Within that gap.
A man wearing a Stars and Stripes cape and holding a dark golden giant blade.
Was descending slowly, wearing an extremely friendly smile.
"Is this your turtle shell?"
Arthur hovered above the Illuminati headquarters.
He looked down at the six tiny figures below.
As if looking at six turkeys waiting to be slaughtered.
"It's not that sturdy either."
"I haven't even used any force."
"And it opened."
"Invader!"
Black Bolt stood up.
He opened his mouth, wanting to unleash the sonic wave capable of shattering a Planet.
But a microsecond before he made a sound.
Arthur moved.
He didn't use Heat Vision.
Nor did he use Infinity Stones.
He just gently.
Swung the blade in his hand.
"Swish!"
A golden blade gleam instantly sliced through the void.
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
Nor were there any dazzling light effects.
There was only one kind of ultimate, pure—
Cutting.
"Ugh..."
Black Bolt's movements froze.
The anger in his eyes turned into confusion.
Immediately after.
Under the horrified gaze of everyone.
His mouth...
Along with half of his head.
Slid down directly along a smooth black line.
"Plop."
It fell onto the round table.
Blood gushed out, staining the white tablecloth red.
Instant kill!
The Illuminati's strongest damage dealer.
Without even a groan.
He was sliced in two!
"Is this the so-called—"
"'Destroy the World with one opening of the mouth'?"
Arthur landed in the center of the round table (stepping on Black Bolt's corpse).
He flicked the blood droplets off the blade (though none had actually touched it).
With a look of disappointment:
"Too fragile."
"Couldn't even handle my blade wind."
"It's really..."
"Disappointing."
The whole scene was deadly silent.
Even the Illuminati members who were used to big scenes were stunned into silence by this terrifying sight.
That was Black Bolt!
Actually...
Like cutting tofu?
"Monster..."
Doctor Strange (Strange) clutched the eye of agamotto, his hands trembling.
He immediately began to cast a seal.
Countless golden magic circles appeared behind him.
"Images of Ikonn!"
Instantly.
Hundreds of Doctor Strange clones filled the entire hall.
Each clone held a magic whip, lashing out towards Arthur!
"Human sea tactic?"
Arthur laughed.
He couldn't even be bothered to swing his blade.
On the bracer of his left hand.
Reality Stone flashed with red light.
"Give me—"
"Break!"
Buzz!
A red reality wave swept across the entire scene.
Those aggressive clones, the moment they touched the red light.
All turned into...
Colorful bubbles flying all over the sky!
"Pop, pop, pop..."
The bubbles burst.
Only the main body, looking stunned, remained standing there foolishly.
"Stephen."
Arthur walked up to Doctor Strange.
Reached out with the back of the blade, gently patting his cheek:
"Are you done with your tricks?"
"Done."
"Then it's time to hit the road."
"No!"
Mr. Fantastic roared.
His body instantly elongated, like a giant python, wanting to entangle Arthur.
At the same time.
White Can also made a move.
The chest unibeam fired at full power!
Namo raised his trident, drawing on the surrounding Water elements (although there was no water here, he could create it out of thin air) to form a water tornado!
Professor X tried to invade Arthur's brain!
The four giants attacked simultaneously!
This coordination was seamless!
If Thanos were here, he would probably be in a panic for a while.
But.
They were facing—
Homelander.
"So noisy."
Arthur frowned.
He tightened his grip on the "blade of the homelander".
On his bracer.
Power Stone and Space Stone lit up simultaneously, pouring into the blade.
"All of you—"
"Get lost!"
Chapter 111: Let's Drag Out the Boss of This Place and Beat Him Up First
BOOM!!!
Arthur used his body as an axis and fiercely swung a crescent moon slash!
A terrifying, golden, ring-shaped blade aura erupted instantly!
Wherever it passed, space shattered!
"Sizzle—"
Mr. Fantastic's rubber body, which boasted the ability to stretch infinitely, was sliced into thousands of pieces right before the blade aura!
Like a pile of sliced sausages, they scattered all over the ground.
"Clang!"
Namo's trident snapped in two. A wound deep enough to expose bone appeared on his chest, and he flew backward, embedding himself into the wall.
White Can Iron Man's armor disintegrated instantly, revealing the terrified Tony Stark (parallel Universeversion) inside.
As for Professor X... under the backlash of the Mind Stone, his brain was like an overloaded lightbulb; with a "pop," blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he slumped weakly in his wheelchair.
One move. Just one move. The Illuminati were wiped out!
"This..."
White Can Tony slumped on the ground, looking at the man who was like a demonic god. Even his arrogant brain had crashed at this moment.
This wasn't a battle at all. This was a slaughter. This was a dimensional crushing!
"Is this your plan?"
Arthur walked up to White Can and lifted his chin with the tip of his blade.
"Is this your so-called 'maintaining order'?"
"Too weak."
"So weak that I feel like coming all this way was a total waste of my gas money."
Arthur sighed. He raised his blade, preparing to deal the final blow to this group of self-righteous guys.
"Wait!"
Just then, Mr. Fantastic's severed head lying on the ground (it could actually still talk; its vitality was truly tenacious) suddenly spoke up:
"You can't kill us!"
"We are... the last line of defense for the Multiverse!"
"If you kill us, no one will be able to stop..."
"Stop what?"
Arthur sneered and crushed his mouth with one foot:
"Stop me?"
"What a joke."
"I am the rules."
"I am the line of defense."
"Since you can't hold it, then let me take over!"
Just as Arthur was about to swing his blade to cut off White Can's head,
"Hum—"
A complex, eerie green glowing magic circle suddenly lit up on the floor in the center of the hall.
That wasn't the work of the Illuminati.
That aura... ancient, evil, and filled with a perfect fusion of technology and magic.
"Hmm?"
Arthur paused. He looked toward the magic circle.
He saw a man wearing a green cloak and an iron mask slowly emerging from within the light.
Dr. Doom. Victor Von Doom.
He crossed his arms and stared coldly at Arthur through the slits in his mask.
"Enough, barbarian."
Doom's voice was deep and majestic, as if it had its own reverb:
"Your farce ends here."
"Oh?"
Arthur raised an eyebrow. He looked at this villain who was touted as the most imposing in Marvel, and a smile of excitement curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Finally, someone worth looking at."
"Doom?"
"Do you want to come and die too?"
"No."
Doom shook his head. He raised his hand, holding a strange device in his palm.
Was that... the Ultimate Nullifier? No.
That was a... space-time teleportation anchor!
"I am here to send you to—the place where you should go."
"Banishment!"
BOOM!!!
Doom slammed the switch. The space of the entire pocket dimension collapsed instantly!
The green magic circle erupted with an unprecedented suction force!
This suction force wasn't aimed at the physical body. It was aimed at—the concept!
It wanted to forcibly strip away Arthur's "existence" from this Universe!
"Want to exile me?"
Arthur felt his body sink. He discovered that even the Space Stone couldn't completely counteract this suction force.
Because this was... a summoning from the "Beyonders" realm!
It was a pull from a higher dimension!
"Interesting."
Arthur didn't panic. Instead, he revealed an even more fanatical smile.
He slammed his battle blade into the ground, stabilizing his stance.
"Doom. You want to play? Then I'll play with you."
"But... I'm taking you with me!"
Arthur thrust his left hand out. The six gems on his gauntlet shone brilliantly!
"Come—here!"
Hum!!!
A terrifying gravitational force erupted, grabbing Doom's body directly.
"What?!"
Doom was shocked. He hadn't expected that at this juncture, Arthur would still have the energy to counterattack!
"No! This was not in the plan!"
"Plan?"
Arthur grinned viciously:
"My plan is—to trample all of you self-righteous guys under my feet!"
"Off you go!"
BOOM!!!
Arthur gave up resistance. Instead, he followed the suction force and charged in!
But he was still gripping Doom tightly in his hand!
"Ah—!!!"
Amidst Doom's unwilling roar, their figures were instantly swallowed by the green vortex, disappearing into the chaotic dimension.
"Hoo..."
The surviving White Can Tony and Namo looked at the empty hall and let out a long sigh.
"We succeeded..."
Namo clutched his chest and coughed up blood:
"We sent him away..."
"But..."
White Can looked at the slowly closing vortex, his eyes filled with fear:
"Doom was taken away too."
"And... I have a premonition."
"Sending him to that place (Battleworld)... is not the end."
"It is... the beginning of an even greater catastrophe."
On a desolate land made of countless fragments of Universes pieced together. A place known as "Battleworld."
"Bang!"
Two figures slammed heavily onto the ground.
Arthur climbed up from the ground and dusted himself off. He glanced at the bizarre scene around him.
Two Suns hung in the sky, and in the distance was a mountain made of corpses. There was also the Thor Legion flying all over the sky.
"This is Battleworld?"
Arthur picked up the "blade of the homelander" that had fallen nearby. A cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
He lowered his head, looking at Dr. Doom, who was thrown into a daze at his feet.
"Hey, Iron Mask. Welcome to—my new playground."
"In this place, we can... have some real fun."
Arthur raised his battle blade. Under the illumination of those two Suns, his figure was like a demon, like a god.
"First thing. Let's drag out the boss of this place (God Emperor Doom) and beat him up."
Chapter 112: A Group of Renovation Workers Holding Hammers
Battleworld.
This bizarre continent was pieced together from the corpses of countless Universes.
The sky was a dark purple.
Two Suns hung high overhead, emitting an unsettling heat.
"Cough, cough..."
Dr. Doom (Illuminati version) scrambled up from the ground in a pathetic state.
His green cloak, once a symbol of majesty, was now covered in dust, and several scratches had appeared on his iron mask.
He looked up.
He gazed at the bizarre World before him.
In the distance was a massive city wall that pierced the heavens and earth (the Shield Wall).
Nearby was a wasteland where fragments of buildings from vastly different styles were forcibly stitched together.
"Where... is this?"
There was a hint of trembling in Doom's voice.
As one of the smartest people in the Marvel Universe, his brain was currently crashing.
Because he could feel it.
The laws of this World... were chaotic.
Yet within this chaos, there was a supreme will forcibly suppressing everything.
"Welcome to the new map."
A playful voice rang out above his head.
Doom snapped his head up.
He saw Arthur floating in mid-air.
His deep blue suit remained spotless, and his red cape appeared exceptionally dazzling under the light of the two Suns.
Arthur was toyed with the newly forged "blade of the homelander" in his hand.
His expression was one of relaxed ease.
"Is this the place of exile you mentioned?"
Arthur pointed the tip of his blade at the distant scenery:
"Your taste is a bit poor, Doom."
"This renovation style of stitching all kinds of garbage together..."
"Can only be explained as performance art."
"You..."
Doom gritted his teeth, staring intently at Arthur:
"Why... can you still fly?"
"This is beyond the Void! It's the end of reality!"
"All physical laws should have failed!"
"Laws?"
Arthur smiled.
He slowly descended, his boots making a crisp "crack" sound as they stepped on the barren earth.
He walked up to Doom.
He reached out and patted Doom's iron head like he was patting a watermelon.
"Old buddy."
"Don't you understand yet?"
"I am the law."
"In this Multiverse, no matter where you run..."
"My settings—"
"Will always be higher than yours."
Just then.
"Rumble—!!!"
A roar like rolling thunder suddenly came from the sky.
Immediately after.
Several dazzling bolts of lightning descended from the heavens!
That was...
Thor!
No.
It was a group of Thors!
There were at least twenty or thirty of them!
Some wore classic Asgardian armor, some looked like zombies, and one was even a frog (Throg).
But they all had one thing in common.
Every one of them held a mjolnir in their hand.
They all emitted a suffocating surge of divine power.
The Thor Legion!
The enforcers of Battleworld!
"Outsiders!"
The leader, a one-eyed old Thor (King Thor), raised his hammer and pointed it at Arthur and Doom:
"You have violated the laws of the God Emperor!"
"Trespassing into Battleworld without permission!"
"Kneel!"
"Accept your judgment!"
Dozens of hammers lit up with electricity simultaneously.
A terrifying pressure instantly locked onto the two of them.
Doom subconsciously took a step back.
This power...
Every Thor possessed power no less than the Thor of his own Universe.
Dozens of them together?
This was simply an army of gods!
However.
Arthur merely raised an eyebrow.
He looked at this clamoring group of Thors.
It was like he was looking at a pack of circus Jokers.
"Judgment?"
"Looks like there's more fun to be had."
Arthur turned his head and spoke to the empty air beside him (actually addressing Eddie Brock's cross-dimensional livestream camera):
"Dear viewers."
"Look at these guys."
"Don't they look familiar?"
"This is the so-called 'Thor Legion'?"
Arthur couldn't help but sneer:
"To me, they look..."
"Like a group of renovation workers holding hammers."
"Insolence!"
King Thor was enraged.
In Battleworld, no one had ever dared to be so disrespectful to the God Emperor's enforcers!
"In the name of God Emperor Doom!"
"I grant you—"
"Destruction!"
Boom!!!
Dozens of thick lightning bolts fell simultaneously!
They converged into a massive lightning dragon capable of piercing the earth's crust!
It roared straight down toward Arthur's head!
This energy...
Was enough to instantly vaporize a city!
The captive Doom beside him had already closed his eyes in despair.
It was over.
Under such an attack, even he would lose a layer of skin.
But.
In the next second.
"Zzt—"
A soft sound, like a short circuit, rang out.
The expected explosion did not occur.
Nor was there any World-ending Impact.
The captive Doom cautiously opened his eyes.
And then.
He witnessed a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.
Arthur was still standing in the same spot.
He hadn't even raised his hand.
He simply opened his mouth.
"Slurp—"
As if he were slurping noodles.
That terrifying lightning dragon...
Was actually...
Swallowed in one gulp?!
That's right!
Swallowed!
The violent lightning burrowed down his throat, even causing him to let out a burp accompanied by electrical sparks.
"Burp—"
Arthur rubbed his stomach.
His face was full of disdain.
"This electricity..."
"Is a bit numbing."
"The taste isn't as good as Pikachu... oh wait, I mean, not as good as Electro."
The entire scene fell into a dead silence.
The Thors in the sky were dumbfounded.
The captive Doom on the ground was dumbfounded.
Even the viewers far away in another dimension were dumbfounded.
Swallowing lightning raw?
Is this something a human can do?
"You... what kind of monster are you?!"
King Thor's hand holding the hammer was trembling.
He had lived for thousands of years and had never seen such an absurd scene.
"Monster?"
Arthur's expression turned cold.
His playful demeanor vanished instantly.
It was replaced by...
A domineering aura that ruled over the World.
"I am your new boss."
"Since you like playing with hammers so much..."
"Then I'll—"
"Play with you for a bit!"
Boom!!!
Arthur moved.
His figure instantly vanished from the spot.
When he reappeared...
He was already in the center of the Thor Legion!
"Bang!"
With a casual slap...
He directly flattened that Throg into a meat paste.
"Too small, can't see properly."
"Clang!"
He threw a backhand punch...
Slamming into the hammer of a Zombie Thor.
That mjolnir, claimed to be forged from the core of a dying star...
Was like it was made of glass.
It shattered directly into dross!
Along with the Zombie Thor's head, it exploded together!
"Too brittle."
"Can't take a hit."
Arthur was like a tiger among a flock of sheep.
These enforcers who acted overbearingly in Battleworld...
Were now like a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
"Ah—!!!"
Screams of agony.
Sounds of bones snapping.
Sounds of hammers shattering.
They all rang out together.
In less than ten seconds...
The originally aggressive Thor Legion...
Didn't have a single one left standing.
They were lying all over the ground or hanging from trees.
Chapter 113: Is This the Dog of the God Emperor Doom?
The leading King Thor was currently being stepped on by Arthur.
His hammer had already been crushed into an iron ball by Arthur and stuffed into his mouth.
"Mmph! Mmph-mmph!"
King Thor widened his eyes in terror.
He tried to summon lightning, but in the face of this absolute violence, even the lightning dared not respond to his call.
"Is this the dog of God Emperor Doom?"
Arthur stepped on Thor's face and ground down hard: "The quality isn't that great either."
"Go back and tell that guy named Doom. This territory... I've taken a liking to it. Tell him to move out immediately. Otherwise..."
Arthur pointed at the two Suns in the sky: "I'll knock those two lightbulbs down and shove them up his ass. Do you understand?"
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!" King Thor nodded desperately, tears and snot flowing all over the ground.
"Get lost." Arthur kicked him away, like kicking aside a piece of trash.
After doing all this, Arthur turned around and looked at the captive Doom, who was completely petrified.
"Hey. Iron Mask. Did you see that?"
Arthur pointed to the mess on the ground: "In this World, there is nothing that cannot be solved by a good beating. If there is, then just beat them again."
The captive Doom swallowed hard. He looked at Arthur with an expression as if he were looking at an incomprehensible high-dimensional being.
"You... what exactly do you want to do?" Doom's voice was hoarse.
"What do I want to do?" Arthur laughed. He looked up into the distance. In the center of the Worldstood a castle reaching into the clouds—the City of the God-Lord. It was the power center of this Worldand also the residence of God Emperor Doom.
"I'm going to... interview." Arthur straightened his tie: "Since this World is called Battleworld, how can it be missing someone like me—the Fighting Buddha?"
"Let's go." Arthur grabbed the captive Doom by the back of his collar. "I'll take you to meet your 'twin brother.' I think you two will be very embarrassed when you meet. I just love watching those kinds of awkward scenes."
Boom! Arthur shot into the sky again, turning into a golden meteor, heading straight for the City of the God-Lord!
Inside the main hall of the City of the God-Lord, a man wearing a White robe with a majestic face was sitting on the throne. God Emperor Doom.
The creator of this World. He possessed the power of the Beyonders and created this World with a single thought.
Beside him stood his sheriff and advisor—Doctor Strange (Strange). And... his "wife"—the Invisible Woman, Susan (originally Mr. Fantastic's wife, but now her memory had been altered by Doom).
"My Lord." Strange looked at the crystal ball in front of him with a solemn expression. Inside, it was playing the scene of Arthur beating up the Thor Legion.
"This outsider... is very dangerous. His power system... does not belong to any Universe we know of. He even ignores the laws of Battleworld."
God Emperor Doom did not speak. He just quietly watched Arthur in the screen. Especially when he saw the "captive Doom" that Arthur was holding in his hand. Under his mask, in those deep eyes, flashed a trace of extremely complex emotion.
Was it... disgust? Or... the shame of looking in a mirror?
"That is another me." Doom's voice was low, carrying an unquestionable divine might: "A failed, weak, me who did not seize the opportunity."
"My Lord." Susan held Doom's hand with some concern: "That blond man... he looks very brutal. Should we send an army to surround and suppress him?"
"An army?" Doom sneered. He stood up, his White robe rustling under the agitation of his divine power.
"For a god, numbers have no meaning. Since he is here to find me, then let him come."
Doom raised his hand, and the defensive shield of the entire City of the God-Lord instantly opened.
"I want to see how long this so-called 'Homelander' can be arrogant in front of a true omnipotent god."
"Boom!" A few minutes later, the gate of the City of the God-Lord was violently smashed open.
It wasn't pushed open. The entire door had been ripped off and thrown into the main hall.
"Clang!" The huge metal door panel slid for dozens of meters, stopping right at the feet of God Emperor Doom.
The dust settled. Arthur, carrying the captive Doom, swaggered in. He looked like he was strolling through a mall, commenting on the surrounding decorations as he walked.
"Tsk tsk tsk. These pillars are nice, are they solid gold? This carpet is also okay, I'll have Wesley get a few pieces later to lay in the bathroom."
Finally, he stood in the center of the main hall, looking up at God Emperor Doom on the high platform.
Two Dooms. One sitting on the throne, high above like a deity. One held in hand, covered in dust and dirt, like a dead dog. This scene was full of irony.
"Yo." Arthur spoke first. He casually threw the captive Doom onto the ground and then waved at God Emperor Doom: "The one in the White clothes. Are you the village chief here?"
"Village chief?" The corner of Doctor Strange's mouth twitched. This was the God Emperor! The creator! You call him village chief?!
"How bold!" Strange reprimanded: "This is God Emperor Doom! The omnipotent savior! How dare you be so rude!"
"Shut up, kidney-deficient face." Arthur rolled his eyes at him: "When My Lord is speaking, children shouldn't interrupt."
He looked back at God Emperor Doom, his eyes filled with undisguised provocation. "I heard you pieced this World together like a Lego set. Your craftsmanship is not bad."
"However..." Arthur changed the subject: "I've taken a liking to this piece of land. Name a price. I'm a reasonable person. Do you want money? Or do you want your life?"
God Emperor Doom looked at Arthur. He was not angry. At his level, the provocations of mortals could no longer move his emotions.
"Interesting." Doom slowly walked down the steps. With every step he took, the surrounding space trembled. That was the pressure of divine power!
"You think that just because you possess some brute force, you can challenge a god?" Doom reached out his hand. In his palm, a ball of White light was gathering. That was the power of the Beyonders! It was the primordial power that could modify reality and create life at will!
"In this World, I am the truth. I say let there be light, and there is light. I say you must die..." Doompointed his finger at Arthur: "Then you must die. Annihilation!"
"Vroom!" A beam of White light instantly shot out!
Chapter 114: I Am Omnipotent!
The beam appeared unremarkable.
However, the power of the rules contained within it was a dimension higher than the Infinity Stones!
It sought to erase Arthur's existence from a conceptual level!
"Is this your trump card?"
Arthur watched the incoming White light, not only refusing to dodge but instead revealing an even crazier smile.
"Beyonders power?"
"Is it very impressive?"
"Then let me show you—"
"What is known as the self-cultivation of a cheating player!"
Arthur did not use the Infinity Stones (they were indeed not very effective in this dimension, although he had system support).
He also did not use Heat Vision.
He simply…
took a deep breath.
Then,
he activated that ability he hadn't really used much—
[Golden Superman · Fifth-Dimensional Authority]!
"Modify settings!"
Arthur muttered in his heart.
"Setting: Within this great hall, all energy attacks…"
"Are all converted into—"
"Cows!"
Hum!!!
That White beam, capable of erasing gods,
suddenly twisted the moment before it struck Arthur.
Then,
"Moo—!!!"
It turned into a…
black and white, chubby, grass-chewing…
cow?!
"Thump!"
The cow dropped to the ground, looking around with a confused expression.
The entire scene was dead silent.
God Emperor Doom's hand froze in mid-air.
Doctor Strange's jaw nearly dropped.
Susan covered her mouth.
This…
what the hell is this?!
Divine power turned into a cow?!
"Hahahaha!"
Arthur laughed so hard he slapped his thigh:
"It seems your divine power isn't all that great."
"Have you been drinking too much milk lately?"
He walked forward.
He patted the cow's butt.
"Not bad, quite plump."
"Extra meal tonight."
Then,
he looked at God Emperor Doom, whose face had become extremely ugly.
That "nuclear-friendly" smile
appeared again.
"Alright, warm-up over."
"Doom."
"Take off your mask."
"Let me see."
"Underneath that sheet of iron."
"Is there also hiding…"
"A punchable face?"
"Give me—"
"Come here!"
Boom!!!
Arthur flashed,
instantly appearing in front of Doom.
One hand
reached directly for Doom's mask!
"You're courting death!"
Doom was finally enraged.
Divine power erupted!
The two instantly grappled together!
There was no flashy magic bombardment.
It was just the most primitive, most savage—
hand-to-hand combat!
Fists hitting flesh!
The entire City of the God-Lord trembled under this terrifying Impact!
A "village chief brawl" that would decide the fate of Battleworld
had officially begun!
[Ding! Detected that the host is beating up God Emperor Doom!]
[Ding! The entire Multiverse (remnants) is shocked!]
[Ding! popularity points + 100,000,000!]
[Ding! popularity points + 200,000,000...]
Watching the frantically rising numbers,
Arthur swung his fists while laughing wildly in his heart:
"This is what a true god should do!"
"Beat up everything that doesn't submit!"
"Rule everything!"
"Doom."
"Your era."
"Is over!"
"Bang!!!"
A heavy punch
smashed fiercely onto Doom's iron mask.
The mask…
cracked!
...
"Crack!"
The crisp sound of shattering
was exceptionally harsh in the dead-silent hall.
God Emperor Doom's iron mask, which he had never shown to anyone,
cracked.
A deep fissure extended from his forehead all the way to his chin,
revealing the face underneath…
a face covered in scars, twisted and ugly.
"Ah—!!!"
Doom let out a Beast-like roar.
He suddenly pushed Arthur away and staggered backward.
He clutched his face tightly with both hands.
That was his deepest inferiority,
and also the secret he least wanted anyone to see.
"Broken already?"
Arthur shook his wrist,
looking disgusted.
"I thought you were hiding some World-class beauty under there."
"Turns out…"
"That's it?"
Arthur pointed at Doom's mangled face:
"Have you never looked in a mirror?"
"Being ugly isn't your fault."
"But coming out to scare people."
"That's your fault."
"I'm going to kill you!!!"
Doom went completely insane.
His pride, his honor, were crushed to pieces at this moment.
"Beyonders power!"
"Give me—"
"Restart!"
Boom!!!
An indescribable White energy storm erupted from within Doom's body!
This energy.
It transcended time.
It transcended space.
It even transcended…
This was the source power he used to create Battleworld and to maintain this broken World!
"I will erase you!"
"I will take all traces of you in this Multiverse—"
"And erase them all!"
Doom raised both hands high.
The entire City of the God-Lord began to collapse.
The two Suns in the sky extinguished simultaneously.
The World…
seemed about to restart.
This was Omnipotent Universe-level power!
"Run!"
The captive Doom nearby was so scared his face turned green.
He knew how terrifying this power was.
That was the true power of a creator!
However,
Arthur still stood in place.
He watched the White storm sweeping across the sky.
Not only did he not dodge, but instead…
he yawned.
"Ha—"
"This routine again."
Arthur shook his head:
"Always restarting, always erasing."
"You villains."
"Can't you have some originality?"
He slowly raised his right hand.
He did not use the Infinity Stones.
Nor did he use Heat Vision.
Instead…
he extended one finger.
Toward that World-destroying energy storm,
he tapped lightly.
"Pop."
It was just like poking a balloon.
"Setting modified."
Arthur's voice was as calm as water:
"All energy attacks."
"In front of me—"
"Are all ineffective."
Hum!!!
That White storm, capable of restarting the Universe,
suddenly… stopped the moment it touched Arthur's fingertip.
Then,
like a tame little kitten,
it actually circled around Arthur's finger.
Finally…
it dissipated.
Turning into a sky full of…
cotton candy?!
Pink, soft, sweet-smelling cotton candy.
It floated and filled the entire hall.
"What?!"
Doom was stunned.
His hand froze in mid-air.
That look of madness and anger instantly turned into comical bewilderment.
"My power…"
"My Beyonders power…"
"How is it possible…"
"That it turned into cotton candy?!"
"Tastes good."
Arthur casually grabbed a handful of cotton candy and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Pretty sweet."
"Doom."
"Do you want to taste it?"
"You created this yourself."
The entire scene was dead silent.
Doctor Strange (Strange) watched this scene, the magic book in his hand dropping to the ground.
Is this…
higher-dimensional power?
Directly modifying reality?
No.
This is modifying the rules!
It is one dimension higher than the Creator—
Edit Rights!
"Monster…"
"He is a monster…"
Strange muttered to himself.
And that captive Doom,
at this moment, had completely given up thinking.
He found a corner and crouched down.
Started drawing circles.
"This is impossible!"
God Emperor Doom roared unwillingly.
"I am a god!"
"I am omnipotent!"
"Source of power!"
"Molecule Man!"
"Give me power!!!"
Chapter 115: Battleworld: From Today On, It's Named Gil
Doom stomped his foot violently.
He was summoning.
Summoning the one he had imprisoned deep beneath the City of the God-Lord—Owen Reece (Molecule Man).
That living battery possessing endless energy!
"Rumble—"
The ground split open.
A blinding white light shot out from beneath the earth, rushing straight into Doom's body.
It was a pure energy supply!
Doom's aura surged once again!
"Hahahaha!"
"I have endless energy!"
"You cannot defeat me!"
"Tsk."
Arthur frowned.
"Calling for a parent?"
"Or calling a power bank?"
"Fine."
"Since you like playing with batteries so much."
"Then I will..."
"Rip your battery out."
Boom!
Arthur moved.
This time,
He didn't fly toward Doom.
Instead, he charged straight toward the crack in the ground!
"What are you trying to do?!"
Doom was horrified.
He wanted to stop him,
But Arthur's speed was too fast.
So fast that even the power of the Beyonders couldn't react in time.
"Bang!"
Arthur punched through the rock layer of the ground,
Diving straight into the depths.
A few seconds later,
"Ahhh—!!!"
A shrill scream came from underground.
It was the sound of Doom's power link being forcibly severed!
Immediately after,
"Boom!"
A golden light shot into the sky.
Arthur flew back.
However,
In his hand,
He held an extra person.
A middle-aged man wearing tattered pajamas, with messy hair, looking somewhat neurotic.
Molecule Man.
Owen Reece.
This man, who possessed the power to destroy countless Universes,
Was currently being held by Arthur like a chick, his face full of bewilderment.
"Hey, buddy."
Arthur smiled at Molecule Man:
"Heard you've been down there for a long time?"
"Not fed well, huh?"
"Want to hang with me?"
"Room and board included."
"And burgers."
Molecule Man was stunned for a moment.
He looked at Arthur.
That gaze...
No greed, no exploitation.
Only a kind of...
Look you'd give a new employee.
"Bur... burger?"
Molecule Man swallowed hard.
He had stayed in that dark Underground Room for too long.
So long that he had almost forgotten the taste of food.
"Is there... cheese?"
"All you can eat."
Arthur snapped his fingers.
The Reality Stone flashed with red light.
A huge, steaming double cheeseburger appeared out of thin air and was shoved into Molecule Man's hands.
"Eat up."
"I don't..."
Doom watched this scene in despair.
His source of power.
His "battery".
Had actually been bought off... by a burger?!
"Owen!"
"You are mine!"
"You cannot betray me!"
Doom rushed over, trying to snatch Molecule Man back.
"Get lost."
Arthur backhanded him.
"Slap!"
This slap used no superpowers.
It was pure physical strength.
Plus just a teeny-tiny bit of... Silver Superman's rage.
"Boom!!!"
Doom was like a baseball being hit.
He crashed straight through the wall of the City of the God-Lord,
Flew several kilometers away,
And smashed heavily into the wasteland outside.
"So noisy."
Arthur picked his ear.
He looked at Molecule Man, who was wolfing down the burger, and nodded with satisfaction.
"It seems."
"The strongest weapon in this Universe."
"Is not the Infinity Stones."
"But—"
"Burgers."
"Alright."
Arthur turned around.
He looked at Doctor Strange, who was already scared silly.
"Hey, you."
"Can you open a portal?"
Strange nodded subconsciously.
"Very good."
Arthur pointed outside:
"Drag that iron-masked man back for me."
"By the way."
"Notify everyone down the line."
"This so-called Battleworld."
"From today on."
"It's named Gil."
"Here..."
Arthur opened his arms, looking around at this magnificent palace.
"Will be the—"
"Multiverse branch of the Homelander Group!"
...
A few minutes later,
The bruised and swollen God Emperor Doom was dragged back.
He slumped on the ground,
His mask completely shattered.
His eyes were hollow,
Like a salted fish that had lost its dreams.
He had lost.
Lost completely.
Even his most relied-upon source of power had been snatched away by someone else with a burger.
How could he still fight?
"Doom."
Arthur sat on the throne that belonged to the God-Lord, crossing his legs.
In his hand, he held the burger that hadn't been finished yet (the other one Molecule Man didn't eat).
"Now."
"Let's talk about compensation."
"Just a moment ago."
"You dirtied my cape."
"And wasted my time."
"How should we settle."
"This debt?"
Doom didn't speak.
He just stared fixedly at Arthur.
"Kill me."
Doom said hoarsely:
"I am a God."
"I will not be humiliated."
"Tsk."
Arthur shook his head.
"Doing this again."
"You villains."
"Do you all have a self-destruction tendency?"
He stood up and walked over to Doom.
"Kill you?"
"That's too easy on you."
"Besides."
"I think the way you pieced together this World is quite creative."
"It just so happens."
"My company is planning to enter the real estate market recently."
"This Battleworld."
"Is the best model home."
Arthur pointed to the bizarre World outside:
"I want you."
"To continue being the manager here."
"However."
"No longer as the God-Lord."
"But as—"
"A property manager."
"You will be responsible for maintaining order here."
"Responsible for collecting rent from the fragments of various Universes."
"And..."
Arthur pointed to Molecule Man, who was still eating the burger:
"Responsible for cooking for him."
"If he gets thin from hunger."
"I will hold you accountable."
Doom was stunned.
A property manager?
Cooking?
Let him, this omnipotent God?
Do this kind of thing?!
"Dream on!"
Doom just wanted to refuse.
"I also think this proposal is not bad."
Beside him,
Molecule Man, who had been eating the burger the whole time, suddenly spoke up.
He licked the cheese off his fingers and looked at Doom:
"Victor."
"The food you make."
"Is indeed a bit better than you being a God."
"And..."
Molecule Man raised his hand.
A terrifying white energy danced at his fingertips.
"If you don't agree."
"I will turn you into..."
"A real burger."
"I also want to taste."
"What a God Emperor tastes like."
Doom: "..."
He looked at Owen, who used to be obedient to him.
Then he looked at Arthur, who had a "friendly" expression.
He knew.
The situation was lost.
"I..."
"I agree."
Doom lowered his head, shedding tears of humiliation.
Chapter 116: The Thor Legion Delivers Takeout?
"Excellent."
Arthur patted his hands together with satisfaction.
The crisp sound of the clap was especially jarring in the deathly silent hall.
He rose from the throne.
A red cape flowed down like blood.
He walked up to Doom.
Extended a hand.
With utter naturalness...
He wiped the grease from his hand—acquired while holding a burger—on the shoulder of the mightiest villain in the omniverse.
"Victor."
"You need to understand something."
"In this company..."
"I don't keep useless people."
"Since you've joined, you need to produce results."
Arthur pointed outside the hall at the shattered, desolate expanse of Battleworld:
"Look at this place."
"It's a complete mess."
"Zombies running wild, Ultrons crawling everywhere."
"Is this a place fit for people to live?"
"This is a slum!"
"I want you..."
"Within one month..."
"To transform this into the greatest..."
"Homelander Theme Park in the entire Multiverse!"
Doom: "..."
Doctor Strange: "..."
A theme park?
Turning this World, stitched together from the corpses of countless destroyed Universes...
Into a theme park?
"Any problems?"
Arthur narrowed his eyes slightly.
Deep within his pupils, two crimson glows flickered faintly.
That terrifying heat, sufficient to burn through the fabric of reality, instantly made Doom's very soul feel scorched.
"N-no... none."
Doom gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse as if chewing gravel:
"As you wish... Boss."
[Ding! Detected that God Emperor Doom has completely submitted!]
[Ding! Detected transfer of control over Battleworld!]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! Achievement Unlocked: The Multiverse's Greatest Landlord!]
[popularity points +100,000,000!]
[Current popularity points: 130,000,000!]
Listening to the pleasant notification sounds in his mind,
Arthur felt an explosive surge of satisfaction.
One hundred million!
And this was just the beginning!
As long as he managed this Battleworld well, turning those surviving superheroes and villains into "actors,"
Wouldn't the popularity points just come pouring in like a flowing stream?
"Oh, right."
Arthur seemed to remember something.
He turned to look at Doctor Strange, who had been standing to the side all along, clutching his cloak's collar and trembling.
"Strange."
"You're the sheriff here, right?"
Strange tensed up completely.
Looking at the man who could casually manhandle even Doom, he took a deep breath and gave a slight bow:
"Yes... Sir."
"I am Stephen Strange."
"Victor... oh no, Manager Doom's assistant."
This old guy changed his tune pretty fast.
Arthur smiled.
"Excellent."
"You shouldn't be idle either."
"I see you're pretty slick with those portals."
"From now on..."
"You'll be the..."
"Minister of Transportation here."
"Responsible for bringing tourists (survivors) from various zones here to spend."
"And also..."
Arthur pointed at the shattered stone fragments on the ground:
"Responsible for supervising Doom's work."
"If he dares to slack off, or if his cooking doesn't suit Owen's (Molecule Man's) taste..."
"You report directly to me."
Strange was stunned.
He was to supervise God Emperor Doom?
And also be responsible for deliveries?
This...
This was simply...
Amazing!
Looking at Doom's face, dark as the bottom of a pot,
A Strange sense of schadenfreude welled up in Strange's heart.
All these years...
Slaving away for this tyrant.
Finally, he was the one in charge!
"Yes, sir! Boss!"
Strange's voice became much more robust.
He even, with extreme sycophancy, opened a golden portal for Arthur.
"Boss, right this way."
"Would you like me to make you some tea?"
"No need."
Arthur waved his hand.
"I need to go meet a few people."
"A few... old friends."
...
In the square of the City of the God-Lord,
Where solemnity and killing intent should have reigned—
the place for judging criminals—
But now,
It had transformed into a massive...
Recruitment fair.
"Line up! Everyone line up!"
"Don't push!"
"You, the one who looks like the Hulk (Wasteland Hulk), throw away that bone! We are a legitimate company!"
"And you with the hammer (Thor Legion), put that hammer away! You're here to apply for security, not demolition!"
Wesley (who hadn't come along, but under Arthur's directive, a variant of Wesley from this Worldwas rapidly promoted) was holding a megaphone, sweating profusely as he tried to maintain order.
And facing him,
Was a group of "powerful beings" merely surviving in this shattered World.
Wasteland Wolverine.
Supreme Strange (another variant).
Members of the Ultimate team.
Even a few stragglers who had escaped from the Zombie Universe (already muzzled).
They looked at the golden figure on the high platform.
Their eyes were filled with confusion, fear, and... a sliver of hope.
God Emperor Doom had been defeated.
The heavens had changed.
But it seemed...
Things had gotten even stranger?
"Everyone!"
Arthur stood on the high platform.
Behind him shone the light of two Suns (although created by Doom, they were his now).
He spread his arms wide.
That divine radiance once again bathed the land.
"I am Homelander."
"Your new boss."
"I know..."
"You've had it rough in this hellhole."
"Fighting and killing every day, never knowing where your next meal is coming from."
"Even worrying about being thrown beyond the wall by that tyrant (referring to Doom) to feed the bugs."
A murmur rippled through the crowd below.
Indeed.
Life on Battleworld was hell.
"But!"
Arthur's tone shifted.
His voice became impassioned:
"Starting today!"
"Those days are over!"
"I bring a brand new—"
"Corporate culture!"
"We will build a harmonious, friendly, and prosperous Battleworld!"
"Here..."
"There will be no killing (unless I allow it)."
"No hunger (as long as you're willing to work)."
"As long as you join the Homelander Group..."
"Sign this lifelong employment contract..."
"I guarantee you—"
"Meat to eat!"
"Whoosh—!!!"
The crowd below instantly erupted.
For these people struggling to survive in the apocalypse,
Things like dignity, freedom...
They were all illusions.
Being able to eat your fill, not being thrown beyond the wall to feed those Annihilation bugs...
That was paradise!
"I'll sign! I'll sign!"
The Wasteland Hulk was the first to rush forward.
His aged face was full of longing:
"As long as there's food, I'll do anything!"
"I'll sign too!"
"Count me in!"
Watching these superheroes and villains scrambling to sell themselves,
The smile on Arthur's lips grew wider.
This was what he wanted.
Not a bunch of corpses.
But a bunch of tools who could create value and provide emotional value for him.
"Excellent."
Arthur turned to look at Strange beside him.
"Take note."
"That Hulk, strong, goes to the construction site to haul bricks."
"That Wolverine, sharp claws, goes to the cafeteria to chop vegetables."
"As for those who can fly..."
Arthur glanced at the Thor Legion in the sky:
"All assigned to the 'Homelander Delivery Squad.'"
"Responsible for delivering meals across this shattered World."
"If they dare to take a bite..."
A red light flashed in Arthur's eyes:
"Let them taste the Heat Vision."
Strange: "..."
The Thor Legion delivering takeout?
The mental image was too beautiful; he dared not even think about it.
Chapter 117: The Grand Finale
Just as Arthur was busy carrying out "corporate reforms" for Battleworld.
In a dark corner of the City of the God-Lord.
Which was originally the laboratory of Mr. Fantastic, Reed Richards.
Two figures were busily and nervously working.
One was the Reed of this original World (turned into a monkey by Doom, but his intelligence remained).
The other.
Was Mr. Fantastic (the real Reed) who had just awakened from the life pod, coming from the Main Universe.
As well as the Black Panther, T'Challa, who had also survived (holding the Infinity Gauntlet in his hand).
"That guy..."
The real Reed watched the screen showing Arthur delivering a speech.
His brow was furrowed into a deep frown.
"His energy readings... are simply unreasonable."
"Doom possesses the power of the Beyonders and is theoretically omnipotent."
"Yet he was defeated by this man as if he were a child."
"This means..."
Reed's fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard:
"This guy called Homelander."
"His power level might be above the Beyonders."
"Or..."
"He possesses some kind of absolute rule that can counter reality warping."
"Then what should we do?"
T'Challa gripped the Infinity Gauntlet.
Although this gauntlet could function in Battleworld (because Battleworld was composed of fragments from various Universes, containing the rules of the original gems).
He did not have the confidence to defeat that man.
"Although Doom is a tyrant."
"At least he is trying to maintain the existence of this World."
"But this guy..."
T'Challa looked at Arthur's arrogant face:
"He is just toying with us."
"Treating us like his toys."
"We need more information."
Reed said in a deep voice:
"And..."
"We need allies."
"That Doom who was humiliated by him."
"Perhaps..."
"Is our only hope."
...
Of course.
Regarding these few little mice hiding in the sewers.
Arthur was not unaware.
His Super Hearing had been covering the entire City of the God-Lord.
The conversation between Reed and the others.
Reached his ears, word for word.
"Allies?"
"Hope?"
Arthur sat on the throne, eating steaming hot grapes that Molecule Man had just conjured (this is called exploitation), while sneering internally.
"What a bunch of cute, naive little ghosts."
"Don't they know?"
"In the face of absolute power."
"So-called schemes."
"Are nothing more than seasoning to make the game more interesting?"
He did not intend to drag Reed and the others out right now.
That would be too boring.
The game of cat and mouse.
If the mouse doesn't struggle a bit, how can the cat feel happy?
"I'll give you time."
"I'll give you a chance."
"Go ahead and unite, go ahead and resist."
"When you think you see the dawn."
"I will then..."
Arthur crushed a grape.
Purple juice flowed all over his hand.
"Personally snuff it out."
"Boss."
At this moment.
Doom, who had changed into a crisp suit (though it was a bit ill-fitting), walked in.
His face still bore bruises.
Those were left by that punch from Arthur earlier.
Even using divine power, it was hard to eliminate them.
Those were scars of the "setting."
"What is it?"
Arthur didn't even lift an eyelid.
"Well..."
Doom gritted his teeth, suppressing his humiliation:
"The design for the 'Homelander Paradise' you requested is finished."
"But..."
"The'Shield Wall' that separates Battleworld from the dead lands outside..."
"Has been somewhat unstable recently."
"The exiled zombies and the Ultron army are trying to break in."
"If we want to carry out construction, we must solve this problem first."
"Zombies? Ultron?"
Arthur's eyes lit up.
He put down the grapes in his hand.
Stood up.
"You mean..."
"There are still a bunch of moving —"
"Experience packs outside?"
Doom was stunned for a moment.
Experience packs?
That is a catastrophe enough to destroy the World!
"That's right."
Arthur adjusted his cape.
That familiar, thrilling sense of excitement returned.
"Perfect."
"I just took in a group of underlings."
"I haven't arranged a team-building activity for them yet."
"Pass on my order!"
Arthur strode out of the great hall:
"The Seven!"
"And that whatever-it-is Thor delivery team!"
"Everyone, assemble for me!"
"We are going to—"
"Grind some dungeons!"
...
Above the Shield Wall.
Ben Grimm (The Thing), who was once a member of the Fantastic Four, was now the Guardian of this massive wall (in reality, he himself was part of the wall, but Arthur had casually restored him).
He watched the dense army of zombies surging like a tide outside the wall.
And those Ultron robots in the sky, like locusts.
His eyes were full of despair.
"We can't hold it..."
"There are too many..."
"That bastard Doom..."
"This time he is really going to get us killed."
Just as the zombies were about to climb onto the wall.
Just at the moment when Ultron's beam cannons were about to blast the gate open.
"BOOM!!!"
In the sky.
A stirring piece of music suddenly sounded.
It was—
The rock version of "The Stars and Stripes Forever"!
Ben Grimm looked up.
He saw a huge spaceship painted in red, white, and blue, with Homelander's face printed on it (actually, it was a modified warship from the City of the God-Lord).
Floating above the battlefield.
From the giant loudspeakers.
Came that man's magnetic voice:
"My zombie friends!"
"My robot friends!"
"Good afternoon!"
"I am your friendly neighbor—"
"Homelander!"
"I heard you are very hungry?"
"I heard you want to come in?"
"No problem!"
"As a hospitable Earthling (though from another World)."
"I have specially prepared for you—"
"A grand barbecue party!"
"Boys!"
Arthur stood on the deck of the spaceship.
Behind him.
Were Magneto, Logan, Jean Grey... who had been completely brainwashed and were eager to prove themselves.
And even the Thor Legion holding their hammers.
"That is..."
Ben Grimm rubbed his eyes.
He saw.
The old man in the purple combat suit (Magneto).
Just gently waved his hand.
The thousands of Ultron robots made of Vibranium in the sky.
Were like iron filings encountering a magnet.
Instantly...
Squeezed together!
Turning into a giant metal ball!
"What... what kind of power is this?!"
"This is called—"
Arthur's voice echoed across the battlefield:
"Scientific pig farming!"
"Jean!"
"Heat up this metal ball!"
"We are going to have—"
"Teppanyaki!"
"Yes! Boss!"
Jean Grey flew up.
The Phoenix Force erupted!
That giant Ultron metal ball.
Was instantly ignited!
Turning into an artificial little Sun!
Violently...
Smashed into the zombie horde below!
"RUMBLE!!!"
Flames shot into the sky!
At that moment.
The entire edge of Battleworld.
Was illuminated.
Arthur watched the rising popularity points.
Smiling like a three-hundred-pound child.
"This is what you call life."
"In this broken World."
"Farming (building)."
"Pig farming (fighting monsters)."
"By the way..."
"Being a God."
"This kind of life."
"I wouldn't trade it for anything, even for being an immortal!"
(End of Book)