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Chapter 736: You Also Have a Chance
Tony, dragging Sinestro along, made a trip to Oa. This was his second time descending upon this planet.
The last time was when Optimus Prime was expelled from the Green Lantern Corps. This time, he had come for Duzun.
The seven Guardians faced the calm-looking Tony and remained silent for a long time before finally agreeing to the prisoner exchange.
It was a deal that satisfied them. Compared to Duzun, they were more inclined to capture Sinestro. This former leader of the Green Lantern Corps held many secrets, and the Guardians were desperate to find out just how much he knew.
Even more, they needed to know what Sinestro knew about the Blackest Night, especially concerning the prophecy in the ancient book. Did the book prophesy the war of the Sinestro Corps, or was Sinestro subconsciously following a predetermined path, aligning himself with the prophecy?
If it was the latter, things would be very troublesome.
"How many Legions have you forged?" As Tony was about to leave, Ganthet suddenly asked a seemingly random question.
Tony paused for a moment, then said flatly, "If you mean Legions, only one. If you mean Power Rings, then two."
Ganthet nodded silently. Although he didn't believe it in his heart, since Tony had said so, he had to take his word for it.
Tony wasn't lying. The only two he truly had in his grasp were the Yellow Light of Fear and the Red Lantern of Rage.
However, the other types had long been within Cybertron's sights. With just a single command, the various Power Rings could be snatched back.
Duzun finally fell into Tony's hands.
A cold gaze was cast upon him, and Duzun shivered violently, his face ugly as he looked at Tony. This was the first time he had faced the New God whose might shook the Multiverse, and under such circumstances.
"I can work for you, sincerely! You even took in Darkseid's daughter, there's no reason not to take me in. I'm an Anti-matter life form, I'm a damn good fighter!" Duzun grinned.
"I never took Grail in. She is merely a passerby on one of my subordinate planets, nothing more. I couldn't care less about her, but you are special. You have a great purpose."
"What?! Don't tell me you've taken a fancy to me?!!" Duzun looked terrified, glancing around nervously into the vast vacuum of space, looking as if he might flee at any moment.
*Smack!*
Tony stomped on his head. Still not satisfied, he kicked him viciously a few more times.
"You piece of trash, you're overthinking it. I have a girlfriend, and she's ten thousand times more beautiful than you."
Tony's face was expressionless as he kicked Duzun again and again, until Duzun's head was swollen like a pig's.
This Anti-matter Doppelgänger, who looked exactly like Clark, spewed vulgarities every time he opened his mouth, always giving people a sense of dissonance.
After being beaten into submission, Duzun finally fell silent, hanging his head as if he had accepted his fate.
Tony shot him a cold glance, not bothering with any more nonsense.
Duzun was an important component of the Thought Robot Superman. Without Duzun, the creation of the Thought Robot Superman would require many detours.
As the strongest Superman—excluding Dark Superman and Mother Box Superman, two Doppelgängers who relied on external forces for a temporary boost—the Thought Robot Superman possessed combat power far exceeding any other Superman.
In fact, to be precise, the Thought Robot Superman was not a life form. He was a Robot built by the Monitors over countless eons using precious materials, fundamentally different from the likes of Golden Superman and Silver Superman.
The reason Tony paid so much attention to Duzun was because it involved the Thought Robot Superman's energy source.
The collision of a Positive-Matter Superman and an Anti-Matter Superman would cause an Anti-matter Annihilation reaction, and only the immense energy produced from this could activate the Thought Robot Superman. The Positive-Matter Superman and the Anti-Matter Superman together formed the energy core of the Thought Robot Superman, giving it the potential to be activated. Otherwise, it would forever be an empty shell without a heart.
There were countless Positive-Matter Supermen, but as for Anti-Matter Supermen, one could turn the entire Multiverse upside down and find only the one Tony had in his hands.
As long as Tony held onto Duzun, the Monitors could forget about ever building the Thought Robot Superman. Those two treacherous bastards, the Monitor and Anti-Monitor, would be missing a trump card.
Tony reckoned that if he didn't possess overwhelming combat power, attempting to directly Animate the Thought Robot Superman with the Allspark would be extremely difficult. Anyone who knew about the Thought Robot Superman understood what a monstrous war weapon it was.
The Thought Robot Superman was equivalent to a peak Level Eight author from the Editorial Department. In its eyes, the countless worlds of the Multiverse were nothing more than comic books—this wasn't a metaphor, but a literal reality. The Thought Robot Superman truly saw the Multiverse as if it were flipping through a comic book.
If Tony's estimations were correct, the upper limit of the Thought Robot Superman should be even more astonishing, far beyond a mere peak Level Eight. If a more powerful energy source could be added, it might even be able to possess the combat power of a Tier Nine Omnipotent. Although this was just speculation, based on the original story, it was highly possible.
Therefore, he couldn't let Duzun go. Not only could he not let him go, but Tony also had to train this foul-mouthed degenerate to death, making him even stronger.
"If I were to stuff Dark Superman and you inside..."
Tony muttered something that Duzun couldn't understand, but for some reason, Duzun felt a chill run down his spine.
"Dark Superman? I've heard of him, Darkseid's godson. Didn't you kill that guy?" Duzun mumbled indistinctly.
"Silver Superman, following Golden Superman's orders, rescued him," Tony said flatly.
Duzun snorted. "Dark Superman is a waste, too. He's nothing compared to me. If I were lucky enough to become Darkseid's godson..."
"Actually, you have a better opportunity."
Tony was calm, his voice so quiet it was chilling. He looked down at Duzun with an incredibly serious expression.
Duzun thought for a moment, then his eyes widened abruptly. He almost cursed but managed to hold it back, roaring, "You've got to be kidding me. Are you serious?"
"That's right, it's exactly what you're thinking." Tony's expression was grave as he said slowly, "Call me Dad!"
"Bullshit! I'm older than ten of you put together! If anyone's calling someone dad, it should be you calling me!"
Duzun was deeply provoked; he felt utterly humiliated. In the Anti-Matter Universe, no idiot had ever dared to make him call them dad!
The absolute nerve!!!
Tony looked down, meeting the gaze of the defiant Duzun, whose eyes were bloodshot and spine was ramrod straight, ready to die rather than submit. After a moment of silence, Tony naturally extended his hand, a savage grin spreading across his face. "Have I been too kind to you, giving you the mistaken impression that I'm easy to deal with?"
"What are you doing! I have my dignity! My status is venerable, how could I possibly...!"
*Ping! Pang!*
*Thud!*
*Boom!*
*Clang! Clang! Clang!*
*Awoooo!!*
"Dad! Dad!"
Duzun screamed repeatedly, howling in agony as he finally yelled the words out.
(end of chapter)
Tony, dragging Sinestro along, made a trip to Oa. This was his second time descending upon this planet.
The last time was when Optimus Prime was expelled from the Green Lantern Corps. This time, he had come for Duzun.
The seven Guardians faced the calm-looking Tony and remained silent for a long time before finally agreeing to the prisoner exchange.
It was a deal that satisfied them. Compared to Duzun, they were more inclined to capture Sinestro. This former leader of the Green Lantern Corps held many secrets, and the Guardians were desperate to find out just how much he knew.
Even more, they needed to know what Sinestro knew about the Blackest Night, especially concerning the prophecy in the ancient book. Did the book prophesy the war of the Sinestro Corps, or was Sinestro subconsciously following a predetermined path, aligning himself with the prophecy?
If it was the latter, things would be very troublesome.
"How many Legions have you forged?" As Tony was about to leave, Ganthet suddenly asked a seemingly random question.
Tony paused for a moment, then said flatly, "If you mean Legions, only one. If you mean Power Rings, then two."
Ganthet nodded silently. Although he didn't believe it in his heart, since Tony had said so, he had to take his word for it.
Tony wasn't lying. The only two he truly had in his grasp were the Yellow Light of Fear and the Red Lantern of Rage.
However, the other types had long been within Cybertron's sights. With just a single command, the various Power Rings could be snatched back.
Duzun finally fell into Tony's hands.
A cold gaze was cast upon him, and Duzun shivered violently, his face ugly as he looked at Tony. This was the first time he had faced the New God whose might shook the Multiverse, and under such circumstances.
"I can work for you, sincerely! You even took in Darkseid's daughter, there's no reason not to take me in. I'm an Anti-matter life form, I'm a damn good fighter!" Duzun grinned.
"I never took Grail in. She is merely a passerby on one of my subordinate planets, nothing more. I couldn't care less about her, but you are special. You have a great purpose."
"What?! Don't tell me you've taken a fancy to me?!!" Duzun looked terrified, glancing around nervously into the vast vacuum of space, looking as if he might flee at any moment.
*Smack!*
Tony stomped on his head. Still not satisfied, he kicked him viciously a few more times.
"You piece of trash, you're overthinking it. I have a girlfriend, and she's ten thousand times more beautiful than you."
Tony's face was expressionless as he kicked Duzun again and again, until Duzun's head was swollen like a pig's.
This Anti-matter Doppelgänger, who looked exactly like Clark, spewed vulgarities every time he opened his mouth, always giving people a sense of dissonance.
After being beaten into submission, Duzun finally fell silent, hanging his head as if he had accepted his fate.
Tony shot him a cold glance, not bothering with any more nonsense.
Duzun was an important component of the Thought Robot Superman. Without Duzun, the creation of the Thought Robot Superman would require many detours.
As the strongest Superman—excluding Dark Superman and Mother Box Superman, two Doppelgängers who relied on external forces for a temporary boost—the Thought Robot Superman possessed combat power far exceeding any other Superman.
In fact, to be precise, the Thought Robot Superman was not a life form. He was a Robot built by the Monitors over countless eons using precious materials, fundamentally different from the likes of Golden Superman and Silver Superman.
The reason Tony paid so much attention to Duzun was because it involved the Thought Robot Superman's energy source.
The collision of a Positive-Matter Superman and an Anti-Matter Superman would cause an Anti-matter Annihilation reaction, and only the immense energy produced from this could activate the Thought Robot Superman. The Positive-Matter Superman and the Anti-Matter Superman together formed the energy core of the Thought Robot Superman, giving it the potential to be activated. Otherwise, it would forever be an empty shell without a heart.
There were countless Positive-Matter Supermen, but as for Anti-Matter Supermen, one could turn the entire Multiverse upside down and find only the one Tony had in his hands.
As long as Tony held onto Duzun, the Monitors could forget about ever building the Thought Robot Superman. Those two treacherous bastards, the Monitor and Anti-Monitor, would be missing a trump card.
Tony reckoned that if he didn't possess overwhelming combat power, attempting to directly Animate the Thought Robot Superman with the Allspark would be extremely difficult. Anyone who knew about the Thought Robot Superman understood what a monstrous war weapon it was.
The Thought Robot Superman was equivalent to a peak Level Eight author from the Editorial Department. In its eyes, the countless worlds of the Multiverse were nothing more than comic books—this wasn't a metaphor, but a literal reality. The Thought Robot Superman truly saw the Multiverse as if it were flipping through a comic book.
If Tony's estimations were correct, the upper limit of the Thought Robot Superman should be even more astonishing, far beyond a mere peak Level Eight. If a more powerful energy source could be added, it might even be able to possess the combat power of a Tier Nine Omnipotent. Although this was just speculation, based on the original story, it was highly possible.
Therefore, he couldn't let Duzun go. Not only could he not let him go, but Tony also had to train this foul-mouthed degenerate to death, making him even stronger.
"If I were to stuff Dark Superman and you inside..."
Tony muttered something that Duzun couldn't understand, but for some reason, Duzun felt a chill run down his spine.
"Dark Superman? I've heard of him, Darkseid's godson. Didn't you kill that guy?" Duzun mumbled indistinctly.
"Silver Superman, following Golden Superman's orders, rescued him," Tony said flatly.
Duzun snorted. "Dark Superman is a waste, too. He's nothing compared to me. If I were lucky enough to become Darkseid's godson..."
"Actually, you have a better opportunity."
Tony was calm, his voice so quiet it was chilling. He looked down at Duzun with an incredibly serious expression.
Duzun thought for a moment, then his eyes widened abruptly. He almost cursed but managed to hold it back, roaring, "You've got to be kidding me. Are you serious?"
"That's right, it's exactly what you're thinking." Tony's expression was grave as he said slowly, "Call me Dad!"
"Bullshit! I'm older than ten of you put together! If anyone's calling someone dad, it should be you calling me!"
Duzun was deeply provoked; he felt utterly humiliated. In the Anti-Matter Universe, no idiot had ever dared to make him call them dad!
The absolute nerve!!!
Tony looked down, meeting the gaze of the defiant Duzun, whose eyes were bloodshot and spine was ramrod straight, ready to die rather than submit. After a moment of silence, Tony naturally extended his hand, a savage grin spreading across his face. "Have I been too kind to you, giving you the mistaken impression that I'm easy to deal with?"
"What are you doing! I have my dignity! My status is venerable, how could I possibly...!"
*Ping! Pang!*
*Thud!*
*Boom!*
*Clang! Clang! Clang!*
*Awoooo!!*
"Dad! Dad!"
Duzun screamed repeatedly, howling in agony as he finally yelled the words out.
(end of chapter)
