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Chapter 828: The Return of the God of Knowledge
Tony was prepared for Mobius to turn on him, but no war broke out.
"Go on, go on. Destroy more universes. This is a road of no return," Tony murmured under his breath.
The potential of the Anti-Life Equation currently had no visible upper limit, but the carrier of the equation did.
Even if Mobius was born of noble status, a high-level member of the Monitor race, he was ultimately not a Singular God. As the Anti-Life Equation snowballed and expanded wildly, Mobius would either have to stop, or he would be stretched to the breaking point. There was no third path.
In the original story, Mobius stopped after destroying a mere thousand-odd universes and rashly went to fight Darkseid's true form to the death... If Mobius could truly wield the Anti-Life Equation perfectly, he would never have done something so foolish.
Therefore, judging by Mobius's situation, devouring one to two thousand universes was already his limit.
Once he reached that limit, he would either be driven mad enough to risk fighting Darkseid or explode on the spot. No matter how you looked at it, both paths led to certain death.
"Darkseid's true form is not so easily killed, and his avatars are not just for show."
Tony shook his head and dragged a terrifying amount of matter to the periphery of the Prime Universe.
Waves of Blood Realm energy crashed against this chaotic matter, but Tony blocked them all with the power of a Singular God.
After a moment of contemplation, Tony, out of caution, did not use the Mother Box, in case someone launched a surprise attack on him. Instead, he relied on his own great power to shape the basic model of a planet.
This was equivalent to recreating a universe, and it was even more complex than a single universe.
The matter from a hundred universes was gathered all at once to form a single planet. The planet's internal structure had to be divided into multiple subterranean layers, and the planning of constants such as gravity had to be put on the agenda as soon as possible.
Tony divided the clumps of matter. With his powerful Level Eight strength, his grasp of the microscopic world was terrifying. Not a single tiny particle could escape his eyes; all were subject to his direct control.
Creating a universe was not difficult for a veteran Level Eight being, but for the current Tony, it was a first. Thus, his actions were extremely cautious.
Terrifying torrents of matter, like nebulae, surged forward one after another, piecing together under Tony's precise control. These microscopic particles combined with each other, assembling countless metallic elements and converging to form a new territory.
Starting from the core, layer by layer, the massive planet began to be built from scratch. Vast, dragon-like torrents of matter flowed in, shaping the model of the new planet.
"Soon..." Tony said in a low voice.
...
The Prime Universe.
The ancient god Metron could finally no longer stand his current life.
The former God of Knowledge was thoroughly sick of living like a weakling. He submitted an application to the High Council to retrieve the Mobius Chair.
"Tony said he would return the Mobius Chair to me!" Metron roared.
But the council members on the High Council exchanged strange glances and fell silent for a moment. After a long while, Sai Tianjiao finally said calmly, "Very well, we will return the Mobius Chair to you."
Metron almost wept with joy.
He had fallen from the dignified God of Knowledge to a state where he had to wash dishes just to get by. He had endured immeasurable suffering.
But now, it was all in the past! The Mobius Chair would return to his hands. As long as he sat on the chair, he would once again be that omniscient God of Knowledge!
Metron was nearly mad with longing. These twenty years without knowledge and power had been the most painful period of his long life.
Finally, amid Metron's great anticipation, the Mobius Chair was returned to him.
But the moment he saw it, Metron's expression changed completely. A violent sense of panic and unease flooded his heart.
"You've made a mistake. I want my chair, the luxurious and grand one." Metron gestured, saying seriously, "The Mobius Chair, not this stool."
Metron pointed at the small stool in Sai Tianjiao's hands, which could be completely covered by a single palm.
"Due to certain irresistible external events, the Mobius Chair has become like this. But the core program is still there, and it's fully functional."
As Sai Tianjiao spoke, she turned her head away.
Metron was thunderstruck. "Irresistible events?"
Sai Tianjiao fell silent for a moment, not responding to Metron's question. Was she going to say, *I dismantled your chair and made it into a hammer?*
Metron, looking dazed, accepted the chair—no, the stool. As he stared at this small stool that was just big enough for him to sit on, he felt his entire worldview collapsing.
"This is my Mobius Chair? My supreme throne?" Metron's hands trembled as he took the small stool from Sai Tianjiao, filled with grief and indignation.
Sai Tianjiao quietly vanished without a trace.
Metron was left standing there in a daze, muttering to himself as if he had lost his mind.
No matter how he looked at it, this shoddy little thing in his hands was a completely different object from his high-end, magnificent throne.
Metron's face was contorted. Holding back tears, he solemnly placed the small stool on the ground, his movements careful and cautious, afraid he might accidentally break the flimsy little thing.
He painstakingly lowered his large rear onto it. For a man as tall and well-built as Metron, sitting on such a tiny object was incredibly difficult. The moment he made contact, however, that familiar feeling returned.
A white light unique to the "Mobius Stool" surged forth. The intelligent program within the stool eagerly connected to Metron's brain and soul, as if it had long had enough of this damn life.
"Is it really you?"
Metron truly wanted to have a good cry, as if his world had collapsed.
*What did you go through?*
*To go from a divine artifact that could turn a mortal into the God of Knowledge to this sorry state? How am I supposed to sit on you and show off in the future?*
After hugging his head and crying for a long time, Metron dried his tears and regained his dignity. He tried his best to suppress the twitching corners of his eyes and his indignant gaze, attempting to reclaim the former glory of the God of Knowledge.
His story was a tragic one. Not long after he had first obtained the Mobius Chair, Metron had sensed that Ancient Doomsday was about to attack the Prime Universe. He had eagerly rushed before Tony, acting high and mighty and giving orders, only to get himself killed and hand Tony a very useful divine artifact in the process.
After twenty years of twists and turns, the Mobius Chair had become the Mobius Stool, and it had returned to Metron's hands.
The small stool, firmly covered by his rear, emitted a majestic and excited glow, lifting the struggling Metron into the air. Man and stool flew unsteadily into the sky, looking down upon the world, observing the changes in the Multiverse.
"I, Metron, the God of Knowledge, have finally returned!"
With his legs dangling in the air, Metron announced to the entire planet of Cybertron the return of the great God of Knowledge.
(end of chapter)
Tony was prepared for Mobius to turn on him, but no war broke out.
"Go on, go on. Destroy more universes. This is a road of no return," Tony murmured under his breath.
The potential of the Anti-Life Equation currently had no visible upper limit, but the carrier of the equation did.
Even if Mobius was born of noble status, a high-level member of the Monitor race, he was ultimately not a Singular God. As the Anti-Life Equation snowballed and expanded wildly, Mobius would either have to stop, or he would be stretched to the breaking point. There was no third path.
In the original story, Mobius stopped after destroying a mere thousand-odd universes and rashly went to fight Darkseid's true form to the death... If Mobius could truly wield the Anti-Life Equation perfectly, he would never have done something so foolish.
Therefore, judging by Mobius's situation, devouring one to two thousand universes was already his limit.
Once he reached that limit, he would either be driven mad enough to risk fighting Darkseid or explode on the spot. No matter how you looked at it, both paths led to certain death.
"Darkseid's true form is not so easily killed, and his avatars are not just for show."
Tony shook his head and dragged a terrifying amount of matter to the periphery of the Prime Universe.
Waves of Blood Realm energy crashed against this chaotic matter, but Tony blocked them all with the power of a Singular God.
After a moment of contemplation, Tony, out of caution, did not use the Mother Box, in case someone launched a surprise attack on him. Instead, he relied on his own great power to shape the basic model of a planet.
This was equivalent to recreating a universe, and it was even more complex than a single universe.
The matter from a hundred universes was gathered all at once to form a single planet. The planet's internal structure had to be divided into multiple subterranean layers, and the planning of constants such as gravity had to be put on the agenda as soon as possible.
Tony divided the clumps of matter. With his powerful Level Eight strength, his grasp of the microscopic world was terrifying. Not a single tiny particle could escape his eyes; all were subject to his direct control.
Creating a universe was not difficult for a veteran Level Eight being, but for the current Tony, it was a first. Thus, his actions were extremely cautious.
Terrifying torrents of matter, like nebulae, surged forward one after another, piecing together under Tony's precise control. These microscopic particles combined with each other, assembling countless metallic elements and converging to form a new territory.
Starting from the core, layer by layer, the massive planet began to be built from scratch. Vast, dragon-like torrents of matter flowed in, shaping the model of the new planet.
"Soon..." Tony said in a low voice.
...
The Prime Universe.
The ancient god Metron could finally no longer stand his current life.
The former God of Knowledge was thoroughly sick of living like a weakling. He submitted an application to the High Council to retrieve the Mobius Chair.
"Tony said he would return the Mobius Chair to me!" Metron roared.
But the council members on the High Council exchanged strange glances and fell silent for a moment. After a long while, Sai Tianjiao finally said calmly, "Very well, we will return the Mobius Chair to you."
Metron almost wept with joy.
He had fallen from the dignified God of Knowledge to a state where he had to wash dishes just to get by. He had endured immeasurable suffering.
But now, it was all in the past! The Mobius Chair would return to his hands. As long as he sat on the chair, he would once again be that omniscient God of Knowledge!
Metron was nearly mad with longing. These twenty years without knowledge and power had been the most painful period of his long life.
Finally, amid Metron's great anticipation, the Mobius Chair was returned to him.
But the moment he saw it, Metron's expression changed completely. A violent sense of panic and unease flooded his heart.
"You've made a mistake. I want my chair, the luxurious and grand one." Metron gestured, saying seriously, "The Mobius Chair, not this stool."
Metron pointed at the small stool in Sai Tianjiao's hands, which could be completely covered by a single palm.
"Due to certain irresistible external events, the Mobius Chair has become like this. But the core program is still there, and it's fully functional."
As Sai Tianjiao spoke, she turned her head away.
Metron was thunderstruck. "Irresistible events?"
Sai Tianjiao fell silent for a moment, not responding to Metron's question. Was she going to say, *I dismantled your chair and made it into a hammer?*
Metron, looking dazed, accepted the chair—no, the stool. As he stared at this small stool that was just big enough for him to sit on, he felt his entire worldview collapsing.
"This is my Mobius Chair? My supreme throne?" Metron's hands trembled as he took the small stool from Sai Tianjiao, filled with grief and indignation.
Sai Tianjiao quietly vanished without a trace.
Metron was left standing there in a daze, muttering to himself as if he had lost his mind.
No matter how he looked at it, this shoddy little thing in his hands was a completely different object from his high-end, magnificent throne.
Metron's face was contorted. Holding back tears, he solemnly placed the small stool on the ground, his movements careful and cautious, afraid he might accidentally break the flimsy little thing.
He painstakingly lowered his large rear onto it. For a man as tall and well-built as Metron, sitting on such a tiny object was incredibly difficult. The moment he made contact, however, that familiar feeling returned.
A white light unique to the "Mobius Stool" surged forth. The intelligent program within the stool eagerly connected to Metron's brain and soul, as if it had long had enough of this damn life.
"Is it really you?"
Metron truly wanted to have a good cry, as if his world had collapsed.
*What did you go through?*
*To go from a divine artifact that could turn a mortal into the God of Knowledge to this sorry state? How am I supposed to sit on you and show off in the future?*
After hugging his head and crying for a long time, Metron dried his tears and regained his dignity. He tried his best to suppress the twitching corners of his eyes and his indignant gaze, attempting to reclaim the former glory of the God of Knowledge.
His story was a tragic one. Not long after he had first obtained the Mobius Chair, Metron had sensed that Ancient Doomsday was about to attack the Prime Universe. He had eagerly rushed before Tony, acting high and mighty and giving orders, only to get himself killed and hand Tony a very useful divine artifact in the process.
After twenty years of twists and turns, the Mobius Chair had become the Mobius Stool, and it had returned to Metron's hands.
The small stool, firmly covered by his rear, emitted a majestic and excited glow, lifting the struggling Metron into the air. Man and stool flew unsteadily into the sky, looking down upon the world, observing the changes in the Multiverse.
"I, Metron, the God of Knowledge, have finally returned!"
With his legs dangling in the air, Metron announced to the entire planet of Cybertron the return of the great God of Knowledge.
(end of chapter)
