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As Tony's figure vanished, countless lantern rings of various colors throughout the Prime Universe began to take flight. Leaving their hosts, they transformed into dazzling streaks of light, speeding towards Cybertron.
This scene would be forever etched into the history of the Prime Universe, a tale told with relish by countless generations to come.
Of course, should a formidable foe that even Tony couldn't stop appear one day and reboot the Prime Universe—or even the entire Multiverse—with a single powerful move, then all the epic events that transpired here, all the joys and sorrows, would be erased by a new timeline and people with completely new memories.
Tony himself couldn't be bothered to count how many times he had saved the Prime Universe, let alone how many times he had saved Earth. It was exhausting and, ultimately, meaningless.
It was a lot, that was for sure. He had already dealt with more than one or two Multiverse-level, Level Eight powerhouses, and the number of those below Level Eight was simply countless.
It was a waste of time to even think about it.
Besides, dwelling on it was pointless now.
Tony had already reached Level Eight, becoming a powerful, noble, and invincible Level Eight Singular God across countless worlds. The trivial affairs of the mere Prime Universe were simply not worth mentioning anymore. They held no real meaning for him.
Tony had always had clear goals.
Now, he no longer had to hide away cautiously in the Prime Universe, trembling to protect everything he had painstakingly built—his subordinates, his family, his friends, and the hundreds of millions of residents who followed him. Tony finally had the confidence he needed.
He had the confidence to leave the tiny confines of the Prime Universe and finally make some waves across the Multiverse.
As for things going disastrously wrong? The possibility wasn't zero, but it was frighteningly low.
The beings who could defeat Tony head-on now were the Quasi-Ninth Level Oblivion, as well as Infinity, one of the Five Creator Deities, who could fight Oblivion to a standstill for a time. Amatsu-Mikaboshi, whose status was unknown, was another; at his peak, his combat power was suspected to have surpassed that of the Five Creator Deities. The Imp Disciple counted as one, as that scum's abilities were too bizarre. The fifth-dimensional beings from the Fifth Dimension also counted as a group. And in the Dark Multiverse, there was a whole host of others… As for the rest… they were either in the Sphere of the Gods, locked away in the Speed Force Wall, or stuck on the Source Wall.
A Level Eight Tony, coupled with the divine artifacts in his possession, now had the absolute confidence to roll up his sleeves and personally participate in the major events of the Multiverse. He truly possessed the power, through sheer strength, to personally throttle a weak Level Eight powerhouse.
Never doubt the combat power of a Level Eight Singular God. If nothing else, he was more than confident in his ability to thrash those Level Eight Multiversal Gods and Quasi-Unique Gods. This was the crushing advantage granted by his superior life form and life essence.
Tony sat on his throne, looking down upon the countless inhabitants of the planet, watching their joys and sorrows.
Then, his consciousness expanded wildly, reaching out into the Multiverse. With a casual glance, Tony saw through countless universes, the life stories of billions of life forms flashing before his eyes.
Numerous powerhouses felt an inexplicable tremor in their hearts, but they could only search their own universes for a potential enemy, finding nothing and ending up utterly baffled.
Tony was stronger than them, more noble.
That rampant Blood Realm energy from a higher dimension was like mere ripples in a pond to him. The terrifying shockwaves, which would appear as a tsunami to an ordinary person, could be effortlessly calmed by Tony with a single glance.
At Tony's level, the information aggregate had become a common method of combat, one he could use with ease. If he so wished, a single, casual glance could contain a massive amount of information capable of collapsing an entire universe.
It is often said that the gaze of some higher beings is incredibly terrifying, capable of easily obliterating countless lower life forms. This is, in fact, one application of the information aggregate. By projecting a theoretically infinite information aggregate through one's gaze, it would naturally cause any life, matter, or energy of an insufficient tier to burst.
In the past, many Singular Gods favored this method when they purged the Multiverse. They would simply throw out a massive amount of information to destroy the Multiverse, then collect it back.
Of course, Tony wouldn't do that. It wasn't like he was bored and had nothing better to do.
"What are you thinking about?"
Wanda's gentle voice sounded as she approached, holding two cups of steaming tea.
Tony tilted his head, sizing Wanda up with an appreciative gaze.
"Am I beautiful?"
A glint shone in Wanda's eyes. She moved closer and gently blew on Tony's ear.
Tony raised a hand and knocked the teacups over. As the hot tea spilled across the floor, Wanda's vision blurred, and she found herself scooped up into Tony's arms.
"In a little while, we'll have a grand wedding."
Tony looked tenderly at the woman who had been by his side for nearly twenty years.
"Oh?"
Wanda raised her eyebrows, a hint of pleasant surprise in her expression.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just thought you had a screw loose, but I guess not..." Wanda covered her mouth and chuckled, wrapping her jade-like arms around Tony.
Tony grunted twice, then paused before saying in a serious, deep voice, "I was worried before, but not anymore... I now have enough power to protect everything we have! Not just in the present, but the future as well!"
Honestly, Tony had long since grown tired of the frustrating feeling of one enemy after another showing up at his doorstep.
Thinking back, the boldest move Tony had ever made was to go on the offensive, carefully navigating the Multiverse to destroy the Kryptonian Pantheon, and then taking a risk by traveling to Apokolips to hide from Nekron. If not for Darkseid's immense pride, which made him disdain striking first, coupled with their previous cooperation, Tony might not have been able to put on the Black Lantern Ring so calmly. The outcome could have been very different. Had it been Highfather of New Genesis, he would have slapped the heavily injured Tony to death without a second thought!
This suffocating, frustrating experience of just trying to survive in the Prime Universe until the end of time would finally become a thing of the past. At the same time, the grand plan to advance into the Sphere of the Gods could finally be put on the schedule.
"We will hold the wedding of the century in the Sphere of the Gods!"
Tony said with a serious expression.
Although using a dated and provincial term like "of the century" felt rather dissonant, it seemed to be the only phrase Earthlings could think of to describe a grand wedding.
But the sentiment was there.
Tony held Wanda tightly, as if embracing the entire world. The two quietly felt each other's body heat... well, it would be more accurate to describe it as an exchange of information...
But an inconsiderate third wheel always appears at the most inopportune times.
A large white bird with flapping wings suddenly appeared without any warning. Its pupils shifted, and an unknown malice washed over them.
"How beautiful!" Wanda said, her face full of admiration and delight.
Tony's body stiffened. A chill shot up his spine and into his mind. He turned his head coldly and stared at the large bird that had displeased him.
He had always remembered one thing.
The Life Entity, also known by the elegant moniker "Corps Leader of the FFF Corps for Burning Heterosexuals."
"If you dare make a move, I'll snap your neck!"
Tony warned.
(end of chapter)
This scene would be forever etched into the history of the Prime Universe, a tale told with relish by countless generations to come.
Of course, should a formidable foe that even Tony couldn't stop appear one day and reboot the Prime Universe—or even the entire Multiverse—with a single powerful move, then all the epic events that transpired here, all the joys and sorrows, would be erased by a new timeline and people with completely new memories.
Tony himself couldn't be bothered to count how many times he had saved the Prime Universe, let alone how many times he had saved Earth. It was exhausting and, ultimately, meaningless.
It was a lot, that was for sure. He had already dealt with more than one or two Multiverse-level, Level Eight powerhouses, and the number of those below Level Eight was simply countless.
It was a waste of time to even think about it.
Besides, dwelling on it was pointless now.
Tony had already reached Level Eight, becoming a powerful, noble, and invincible Level Eight Singular God across countless worlds. The trivial affairs of the mere Prime Universe were simply not worth mentioning anymore. They held no real meaning for him.
Tony had always had clear goals.
Now, he no longer had to hide away cautiously in the Prime Universe, trembling to protect everything he had painstakingly built—his subordinates, his family, his friends, and the hundreds of millions of residents who followed him. Tony finally had the confidence he needed.
He had the confidence to leave the tiny confines of the Prime Universe and finally make some waves across the Multiverse.
As for things going disastrously wrong? The possibility wasn't zero, but it was frighteningly low.
The beings who could defeat Tony head-on now were the Quasi-Ninth Level Oblivion, as well as Infinity, one of the Five Creator Deities, who could fight Oblivion to a standstill for a time. Amatsu-Mikaboshi, whose status was unknown, was another; at his peak, his combat power was suspected to have surpassed that of the Five Creator Deities. The Imp Disciple counted as one, as that scum's abilities were too bizarre. The fifth-dimensional beings from the Fifth Dimension also counted as a group. And in the Dark Multiverse, there was a whole host of others… As for the rest… they were either in the Sphere of the Gods, locked away in the Speed Force Wall, or stuck on the Source Wall.
A Level Eight Tony, coupled with the divine artifacts in his possession, now had the absolute confidence to roll up his sleeves and personally participate in the major events of the Multiverse. He truly possessed the power, through sheer strength, to personally throttle a weak Level Eight powerhouse.
Never doubt the combat power of a Level Eight Singular God. If nothing else, he was more than confident in his ability to thrash those Level Eight Multiversal Gods and Quasi-Unique Gods. This was the crushing advantage granted by his superior life form and life essence.
Tony sat on his throne, looking down upon the countless inhabitants of the planet, watching their joys and sorrows.
Then, his consciousness expanded wildly, reaching out into the Multiverse. With a casual glance, Tony saw through countless universes, the life stories of billions of life forms flashing before his eyes.
Numerous powerhouses felt an inexplicable tremor in their hearts, but they could only search their own universes for a potential enemy, finding nothing and ending up utterly baffled.
Tony was stronger than them, more noble.
That rampant Blood Realm energy from a higher dimension was like mere ripples in a pond to him. The terrifying shockwaves, which would appear as a tsunami to an ordinary person, could be effortlessly calmed by Tony with a single glance.
At Tony's level, the information aggregate had become a common method of combat, one he could use with ease. If he so wished, a single, casual glance could contain a massive amount of information capable of collapsing an entire universe.
It is often said that the gaze of some higher beings is incredibly terrifying, capable of easily obliterating countless lower life forms. This is, in fact, one application of the information aggregate. By projecting a theoretically infinite information aggregate through one's gaze, it would naturally cause any life, matter, or energy of an insufficient tier to burst.
In the past, many Singular Gods favored this method when they purged the Multiverse. They would simply throw out a massive amount of information to destroy the Multiverse, then collect it back.
Of course, Tony wouldn't do that. It wasn't like he was bored and had nothing better to do.
"What are you thinking about?"
Wanda's gentle voice sounded as she approached, holding two cups of steaming tea.
Tony tilted his head, sizing Wanda up with an appreciative gaze.
"Am I beautiful?"
A glint shone in Wanda's eyes. She moved closer and gently blew on Tony's ear.
Tony raised a hand and knocked the teacups over. As the hot tea spilled across the floor, Wanda's vision blurred, and she found herself scooped up into Tony's arms.
"In a little while, we'll have a grand wedding."
Tony looked tenderly at the woman who had been by his side for nearly twenty years.
"Oh?"
Wanda raised her eyebrows, a hint of pleasant surprise in her expression.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just thought you had a screw loose, but I guess not..." Wanda covered her mouth and chuckled, wrapping her jade-like arms around Tony.
Tony grunted twice, then paused before saying in a serious, deep voice, "I was worried before, but not anymore... I now have enough power to protect everything we have! Not just in the present, but the future as well!"
Honestly, Tony had long since grown tired of the frustrating feeling of one enemy after another showing up at his doorstep.
Thinking back, the boldest move Tony had ever made was to go on the offensive, carefully navigating the Multiverse to destroy the Kryptonian Pantheon, and then taking a risk by traveling to Apokolips to hide from Nekron. If not for Darkseid's immense pride, which made him disdain striking first, coupled with their previous cooperation, Tony might not have been able to put on the Black Lantern Ring so calmly. The outcome could have been very different. Had it been Highfather of New Genesis, he would have slapped the heavily injured Tony to death without a second thought!
This suffocating, frustrating experience of just trying to survive in the Prime Universe until the end of time would finally become a thing of the past. At the same time, the grand plan to advance into the Sphere of the Gods could finally be put on the schedule.
"We will hold the wedding of the century in the Sphere of the Gods!"
Tony said with a serious expression.
Although using a dated and provincial term like "of the century" felt rather dissonant, it seemed to be the only phrase Earthlings could think of to describe a grand wedding.
But the sentiment was there.
Tony held Wanda tightly, as if embracing the entire world. The two quietly felt each other's body heat... well, it would be more accurate to describe it as an exchange of information...
But an inconsiderate third wheel always appears at the most inopportune times.
A large white bird with flapping wings suddenly appeared without any warning. Its pupils shifted, and an unknown malice washed over them.
"How beautiful!" Wanda said, her face full of admiration and delight.
Tony's body stiffened. A chill shot up his spine and into his mind. He turned his head coldly and stared at the large bird that had displeased him.
He had always remembered one thing.
The Life Entity, also known by the elegant moniker "Corps Leader of the FFF Corps for Burning Heterosexuals."
"If you dare make a move, I'll snap your neck!"
Tony warned.
(end of chapter)
