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Chapter 829: Cosmic Planet (1)
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
"This damned High Council, they're too biased!"
Dormammu looked up at the incredibly arrogant Metron and cursed loudly.
All across the planet Cybertron, countless people looked up at the sky, witnessing the powerful return of Metron, the God of Knowledge. Regardless of how lame Metron's Mobius Chair was, its functions were still intact. It was a genuine divine artifact, and Metron's title as the God of Knowledge was not just for show.
In Dormammu's opinion, face was bullshit; substance was what mattered most. If given the choice, he would gladly lose some face to sit on that Mobius Chair!
The God of Knowledge! A divine artifact!
Dormammu looked up at the heavens, a dull ache of sadness welling up in his heart.
The Dark Lord's gaze had long since passed over the show-off Metron, looking instead at the entire sky—the Pocket Universe that enveloped the Cybertron Galaxy.
"My Dark Dimension..."
Dormammu clutched his chest, his heart aching.
How many years had it been? Even a piece of trash like that damn Metron got his chair—no, his Mobius Chair—back, yet Tony was still occupying his Dark Dimension and hadn't returned it.
The entire Dark Dimension had been shattered and reforged by Tony, transformed into a Pocket Universe existing within the Prime Universe.
Dormammu was heartbroken, and the look in his eyes as he gazed at Metron changed, filled with jealousy.
"Lord Dormammu was once a great figure in the Prime Universe, a Demon in the myths of countless civilizations. Countless lives trembled under my tyrannical might..."
But now, Lord Dormammu was still just a Demigod. He seriously suspected that he probably couldn't even defeat the likes of Electro.
The thirteen Primes were also searching for a way to advance to Level Seven, and it was said they were making significant progress. It seemed the Allsparks in their chests could unlock even more terrifying potential as Tony grew stronger.
Only Lord Dormammu was still stuck in place. As an ancient Demigod Sorcerer from Earth, Dormammu could not tolerate these days of having lost his Dark Dimension and being knocked back to his original state.
"Even a useless piece of trash like Metron could become the God of Knowledge again... Even if that Mobius Chair was definitely tampered with by Tony to be kept under his firm control, he's still a God! Then it's only natural that I, Lord Dormammu, should become a God!"
"I once fought fiercely with Trigon!"
"I once oppressed a weaker Tony to the point he couldn't even raise his head!"
"I am Tony's lifelong nemesis!"
Dormammu grew increasingly furious. It was so unfair! The sense of crisis in his heart reached its peak the moment Metron became a God again.
Unconsciously, his status on Cybertron had been sinking lower and lower, as if anyone could come and step all over him.
Never mind that bastard Duzun, who mocked him at every turn. Even that new Great Demon, who was tamed by Raven like a dog, dared to act arrogant in his presence.
During the recent Great War against the Celestials, he, the Dark Lord, didn't even qualify to participate... Even someone like Hal Jordan, who was a bona fide Mortal without his Yellow Lantern ring, joined the battle. That weakling Hal Jordan was a better fighter than him, Dormammu!
Lord Dormammu's status was slipping further and further.
Just then.
*Whoosh!* *Boom!*
From the sky, a white energy lightning bolt smashed down, striking Dormammu directly on the head. The impact was so great that the flames on Dormammu's skull flickered.
"I can hear everything you're saying," Metron's condescending voice transmitted precisely into Dormammu's mind. "The might of the God of Knowledge is not something a Demigod limited to the tiny Prime Universe can possibly fathom."
Dormammu was furious. Roaring repeatedly, he shot up from the ground and soared into the sky. The power leaking from his rage caused large dents to form in the metal ground beneath his feet.
But Metron merely sneered, gave Dormammu a look that said 'figure it out yourself,' and vanished on the spot.
A group of Enforcement Squad members rushed to the scene and immediately pinned Dormammu in place. "Dormammu, you are suspected of intentionally disrupting the order of Cybertron."
"Either pay compensation or go to prison."
"Given that you caused no casualties, you can also choose to repair the ground you damaged."
"..."
Dormammu lowered his body, placed his hands on the ground, and used his immense power to pull the dented surface back up bit by bit.
"I will definitely become a God, because I was originally a God."
Dormammu remained resentful. With a series of thumping sounds, he repaired the ground piece by piece.
...
Blood Realm.
Dormammu's wish, barring any accidents, would soon be realized. Once the new Cybertron took shape, the Dark Dimension would lose much of its significance. After all, the Dark Dimension was merely a small layer of space-time within the Prime Universe; it couldn't possibly cover a Cybertron the size of a universe.
Therefore, Tony would eventually discard the Dark Dimension and transfer the Nirvana Universe over to merge with Cybertron. It would be best if he could also stuff the Life Entity into Cybertron's core, but the Life Entity would almost certainly refuse.
At that time, Dormammu would naturally be able to reclaim the Dark Dimension and resume his role as a Level Seven Dark Lord.
In the Blood Realm, a juggernaut of a planet was slowly taking shape. It looked a bit rough at first glance, but it was perfecting itself at an astonishing speed. This all-metal, steel monster lay quietly, stretching across the Blood Realm.
Countless terrifying clouds of matter easily gathered into a sphere larger than a galaxy, continuously converging under Tony's control to become part of this planet.
Tony was very serious, meticulously constructing this planet.
At some unknown time, Uatu the Watcher had entered the Blood Realm in a spaceship. He remained not far from Tony, diligently recording the entire process.
"Truly a magnificent undertaking..." As Uatu recorded, his large head would shake from time to time, revealing an expression of awe.
Using the total matter from one hundred universes to build a single, monolithic juggernaut of a planet—this act could already be called "creation."
A Level Eight Singular God personally creating a world—such a scene was a grand event. Uatu, who loved to join in on the excitement, certainly wouldn't miss it, personally piloting his spaceship over to observe and record.
Tony glanced at Uatu in surprise and asked, "How did you know I was here?"
The Blood Realm was immense. Once outside the Prime Universe, who the hell knew which way was up? Without being at Level Eight, it would be easy to get lost in this vast, crimson world.
Uatu replied, "The Watchers have many methods. Besides, you're making such a huge commotion; it wasn't difficult to find you. This is what we Watchers do."
Tony gave a noncommittal nod, turned his head away, and continued to focus on the work at hand.
In his heart, however, a suspicion was quietly confirmed.
"As expected, the 'Observer's Medallion,' that Level Eight Singular divine artifact, is most likely in Uatu's hands..."
Tony thought to himself.
(end of chapter)
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
"This damned High Council, they're too biased!"
Dormammu looked up at the incredibly arrogant Metron and cursed loudly.
All across the planet Cybertron, countless people looked up at the sky, witnessing the powerful return of Metron, the God of Knowledge. Regardless of how lame Metron's Mobius Chair was, its functions were still intact. It was a genuine divine artifact, and Metron's title as the God of Knowledge was not just for show.
In Dormammu's opinion, face was bullshit; substance was what mattered most. If given the choice, he would gladly lose some face to sit on that Mobius Chair!
The God of Knowledge! A divine artifact!
Dormammu looked up at the heavens, a dull ache of sadness welling up in his heart.
The Dark Lord's gaze had long since passed over the show-off Metron, looking instead at the entire sky—the Pocket Universe that enveloped the Cybertron Galaxy.
"My Dark Dimension..."
Dormammu clutched his chest, his heart aching.
How many years had it been? Even a piece of trash like that damn Metron got his chair—no, his Mobius Chair—back, yet Tony was still occupying his Dark Dimension and hadn't returned it.
The entire Dark Dimension had been shattered and reforged by Tony, transformed into a Pocket Universe existing within the Prime Universe.
Dormammu was heartbroken, and the look in his eyes as he gazed at Metron changed, filled with jealousy.
"Lord Dormammu was once a great figure in the Prime Universe, a Demon in the myths of countless civilizations. Countless lives trembled under my tyrannical might..."
But now, Lord Dormammu was still just a Demigod. He seriously suspected that he probably couldn't even defeat the likes of Electro.
The thirteen Primes were also searching for a way to advance to Level Seven, and it was said they were making significant progress. It seemed the Allsparks in their chests could unlock even more terrifying potential as Tony grew stronger.
Only Lord Dormammu was still stuck in place. As an ancient Demigod Sorcerer from Earth, Dormammu could not tolerate these days of having lost his Dark Dimension and being knocked back to his original state.
"Even a useless piece of trash like Metron could become the God of Knowledge again... Even if that Mobius Chair was definitely tampered with by Tony to be kept under his firm control, he's still a God! Then it's only natural that I, Lord Dormammu, should become a God!"
"I once fought fiercely with Trigon!"
"I once oppressed a weaker Tony to the point he couldn't even raise his head!"
"I am Tony's lifelong nemesis!"
Dormammu grew increasingly furious. It was so unfair! The sense of crisis in his heart reached its peak the moment Metron became a God again.
Unconsciously, his status on Cybertron had been sinking lower and lower, as if anyone could come and step all over him.
Never mind that bastard Duzun, who mocked him at every turn. Even that new Great Demon, who was tamed by Raven like a dog, dared to act arrogant in his presence.
During the recent Great War against the Celestials, he, the Dark Lord, didn't even qualify to participate... Even someone like Hal Jordan, who was a bona fide Mortal without his Yellow Lantern ring, joined the battle. That weakling Hal Jordan was a better fighter than him, Dormammu!
Lord Dormammu's status was slipping further and further.
Just then.
*Whoosh!* *Boom!*
From the sky, a white energy lightning bolt smashed down, striking Dormammu directly on the head. The impact was so great that the flames on Dormammu's skull flickered.
"I can hear everything you're saying," Metron's condescending voice transmitted precisely into Dormammu's mind. "The might of the God of Knowledge is not something a Demigod limited to the tiny Prime Universe can possibly fathom."
Dormammu was furious. Roaring repeatedly, he shot up from the ground and soared into the sky. The power leaking from his rage caused large dents to form in the metal ground beneath his feet.
But Metron merely sneered, gave Dormammu a look that said 'figure it out yourself,' and vanished on the spot.
A group of Enforcement Squad members rushed to the scene and immediately pinned Dormammu in place. "Dormammu, you are suspected of intentionally disrupting the order of Cybertron."
"Either pay compensation or go to prison."
"Given that you caused no casualties, you can also choose to repair the ground you damaged."
"..."
Dormammu lowered his body, placed his hands on the ground, and used his immense power to pull the dented surface back up bit by bit.
"I will definitely become a God, because I was originally a God."
Dormammu remained resentful. With a series of thumping sounds, he repaired the ground piece by piece.
...
Blood Realm.
Dormammu's wish, barring any accidents, would soon be realized. Once the new Cybertron took shape, the Dark Dimension would lose much of its significance. After all, the Dark Dimension was merely a small layer of space-time within the Prime Universe; it couldn't possibly cover a Cybertron the size of a universe.
Therefore, Tony would eventually discard the Dark Dimension and transfer the Nirvana Universe over to merge with Cybertron. It would be best if he could also stuff the Life Entity into Cybertron's core, but the Life Entity would almost certainly refuse.
At that time, Dormammu would naturally be able to reclaim the Dark Dimension and resume his role as a Level Seven Dark Lord.
In the Blood Realm, a juggernaut of a planet was slowly taking shape. It looked a bit rough at first glance, but it was perfecting itself at an astonishing speed. This all-metal, steel monster lay quietly, stretching across the Blood Realm.
Countless terrifying clouds of matter easily gathered into a sphere larger than a galaxy, continuously converging under Tony's control to become part of this planet.
Tony was very serious, meticulously constructing this planet.
At some unknown time, Uatu the Watcher had entered the Blood Realm in a spaceship. He remained not far from Tony, diligently recording the entire process.
"Truly a magnificent undertaking..." As Uatu recorded, his large head would shake from time to time, revealing an expression of awe.
Using the total matter from one hundred universes to build a single, monolithic juggernaut of a planet—this act could already be called "creation."
A Level Eight Singular God personally creating a world—such a scene was a grand event. Uatu, who loved to join in on the excitement, certainly wouldn't miss it, personally piloting his spaceship over to observe and record.
Tony glanced at Uatu in surprise and asked, "How did you know I was here?"
The Blood Realm was immense. Once outside the Prime Universe, who the hell knew which way was up? Without being at Level Eight, it would be easy to get lost in this vast, crimson world.
Uatu replied, "The Watchers have many methods. Besides, you're making such a huge commotion; it wasn't difficult to find you. This is what we Watchers do."
Tony gave a noncommittal nod, turned his head away, and continued to focus on the work at hand.
In his heart, however, a suspicion was quietly confirmed.
"As expected, the 'Observer's Medallion,' that Level Eight Singular divine artifact, is most likely in Uatu's hands..."
Tony thought to himself.
(end of chapter)
