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Chapter 207
chapter 130 part 2
Martin sat on the chair, fingers intertwined, deep in thought.
Shuma-Gorath, Chthon, Set...
Martin frowned, then chuckled softly, and brewed himself another cup of coffee.
What the future would become, who would climb to a higher position over whose corpse, even Gods could not control this.
Earth.
Kamar-Taj.
Stephen Strange was much gaunter, with many white hairs appearing on his head. He gazed at the miserable state of the entire Earth and sighed deeply.
The entire Earth was utterly silent, completely devoured by those damned zombies. Only a few thousand humans survived, and the remaining superheroes were even fewer.
All the zombies were instantly annihilated by a single strike from Martin, who had been promoted to a Multiverse God. Naturally, those infected, like Tony and others, were also killed by Martin.
Stephen Strange felt lonely. Even if he risked using time magic to resurrect the dead, who knew how long it would take.
What gave Stephen Strange an even greater headache was...
**Chapter 246**
Vishanti looked at the Sorcerer Supreme Stephen Strange before him and said faintly: "The Death of this Universe was killed by Martin. The Concept of Life and Death has vanished. Those dead Souls were all held by Death and were eradicated by Martin along with Death. Therefore, there's no need to research time magic anymore. Without even Death, time has lost its meaning."
Stephen Strange looked stiffly at the majestic existence before him, almost suffocating.
"Oh, you are... Vishanti?" Stephen Strange's face was filled with emotion and shock. He could clearly feel the agitation of his own magic power, as if it had met its source, and produced an instinctive resonance.
"Stephen Strange, the Ancient One is dead. Terrifying disaster is about to befall your world, and you will become the target of their intense focus."
Vishanti's voice was cold and clear, as they looked down and observed this successor chosen by the Ancient One, with an indifferent expression.
How to put it, this Stephen Strange appeared truly nothing special, too ordinary. Compared to the Stephen Stranges of countless parallel universes, he could only be considered decent, far from as excellent and outstanding as this Universe's Ancient One.
There was nothing that could be done about it.
"Who is our opponent?" Stephen Strange asked seriously.
"An Interdimensional Evil God from the Multiverse, whose true name cannot be spoken, whose form cannot be imagined," Vishanti replied.
In the Multiverse.
Shuma-Gorath wandered about, looking at a Universe ahead, appearing somewhat hesitant.
There was the world where the Ancient One, killed by it, originated, and also the stronghold of the New Gods. Rashly entering carried immense risk.
"This New God is too eldritch. Before figuring out this guy's true nature, there's no need to provoke him..."
Shuma-Gorath's tentacles writhed all over its body, its gaze cold and sinister, looking straight ahead. Even so, many neighboring Universes unconsciously underwent terrifying distortions.
This was its ability: everything in the world, even if it just slightly touched it, whether through any form of information, would produce terrifying distortions.
Shuma-Gorath repeatedly muttered Vishanti's name, sneered, and was about to leave.
But in the next instant, it immediately froze. Its gigantic single eye revealed a strange look of surprise.
"Summoning...?"
The next moment, one of its power avatars immediately descended upon Earth, attaching itself to... Stephen Strange!
"You foolish human, you rashly summoned me—the great Shuma-Gorath. What do you want?"
Shuma-Gorath occupied Stephen Strange's body, with a brutal and tyrannical expression. In an instant, Stephen Strange's body's genes began to mutate, influenced by Shuma-Gorath's eldritch power, at times growing tumors, at times producing new organs, evolving into a twisted, deformed monster.
Stephen Strange felt the terrifying presence that had arrived, transcending countless space-time, and the terrifying mutations constantly erupting within his own body. After taking a deep breath, he slowly dispelled the magic array.
"Great Shuma-Gorath, I hope you can resurrect my teacher, the Ancient One!" Stephen Strange said in a deep voice.
Shuma-Gorath let out a bone-chilling chuckle: "Is this the method Vishanti taught you? Or are you out of your mind to actually make such a request of me?"
"You killed my teacher. Now it's up to you to resurrect her. That's fair."
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Stephen Strange's forehead.
Shuma-Gorath let out bursts of eerie laughter, controlling Stephen Strange's body to constantly look around. It sneered, having already detected the traces of Vishanti's magic avatar. For an existence like it, once something has appeared, there will never be secrets; traces are bound to be left behind.
"Hmm, Vishanti couldn't fulfill your wish, so you'd rather seek my help...? Truly a mad fellow, you're as mad as the Ancient One."
Shuma-Gorath chuckled softly, looking extremely pleased, constantly sifting through Stephen Strange's memories, observing Stephen Strange's negotiations and requests with Vishanti's avatar.
The more it saw, the more excited Shuma-Gorath became, letting out continuous eerie laughs, and felt very satisfied with Stephen Strange.
"Very good. As long as you betray Vishanti and come over to my side, I can quickly grant you Universe-tier power, making you a venerable Universe God... Unlike that cold and despicable fellow, Vishanti, you are worth me paying this price," Shuma-Gorath praised.
Stephen Strange said in a deep voice: "I want to gain power now. I want to possess your power."
Shuma-Gorath thought for a moment. Merely separating a Single Universe's worth of power was simply not worth mentioning for it. An infinitely vast energy index would never care about losing such a tiny bit. It immediately locked onto Stephen Strange's coordinates, and streaks of eldritch power began to descend.
This time, there was no magic array. Instead, Shuma-Gorath directly transmitted terrifying, distorted power. Wherever it passed, it corrupted everything, twisted everything, countless times more terrifying than a zombie virus.
But the next moment, just as Stephen Strange was about to be twisted into another species by the malicious Shuma-Gorath, in an instant, a piercing cold gleam struck.
"Begone! I have no intention of occupying this place; I am merely responding to a believer's summoning!!"
Shuma-Gorath's expression darkened. It let out a low growl, its majestic voice echoing throughout the entire Universe, and the few remaining life immediately began to wail and scream.
"Descending an avatar is responding to a summoning, but deploying the power of a Single Universe, is that not a summoning as well?!"
(end of chapter)
Martin sat on the chair, fingers intertwined, deep in thought.
Shuma-Gorath, Chthon, Set...
Martin frowned, then chuckled softly, and brewed himself another cup of coffee.
What the future would become, who would climb to a higher position over whose corpse, even Gods could not control this.
Earth.
Kamar-Taj.
Stephen Strange was much gaunter, with many white hairs appearing on his head. He gazed at the miserable state of the entire Earth and sighed deeply.
The entire Earth was utterly silent, completely devoured by those damned zombies. Only a few thousand humans survived, and the remaining superheroes were even fewer.
All the zombies were instantly annihilated by a single strike from Martin, who had been promoted to a Multiverse God. Naturally, those infected, like Tony and others, were also killed by Martin.
Stephen Strange felt lonely. Even if he risked using time magic to resurrect the dead, who knew how long it would take.
What gave Stephen Strange an even greater headache was...
**Chapter 246**
Vishanti looked at the Sorcerer Supreme Stephen Strange before him and said faintly: "The Death of this Universe was killed by Martin. The Concept of Life and Death has vanished. Those dead Souls were all held by Death and were eradicated by Martin along with Death. Therefore, there's no need to research time magic anymore. Without even Death, time has lost its meaning."
Stephen Strange looked stiffly at the majestic existence before him, almost suffocating.
"Oh, you are... Vishanti?" Stephen Strange's face was filled with emotion and shock. He could clearly feel the agitation of his own magic power, as if it had met its source, and produced an instinctive resonance.
"Stephen Strange, the Ancient One is dead. Terrifying disaster is about to befall your world, and you will become the target of their intense focus."
Vishanti's voice was cold and clear, as they looked down and observed this successor chosen by the Ancient One, with an indifferent expression.
How to put it, this Stephen Strange appeared truly nothing special, too ordinary. Compared to the Stephen Stranges of countless parallel universes, he could only be considered decent, far from as excellent and outstanding as this Universe's Ancient One.
There was nothing that could be done about it.
"Who is our opponent?" Stephen Strange asked seriously.
"An Interdimensional Evil God from the Multiverse, whose true name cannot be spoken, whose form cannot be imagined," Vishanti replied.
In the Multiverse.
Shuma-Gorath wandered about, looking at a Universe ahead, appearing somewhat hesitant.
There was the world where the Ancient One, killed by it, originated, and also the stronghold of the New Gods. Rashly entering carried immense risk.
"This New God is too eldritch. Before figuring out this guy's true nature, there's no need to provoke him..."
Shuma-Gorath's tentacles writhed all over its body, its gaze cold and sinister, looking straight ahead. Even so, many neighboring Universes unconsciously underwent terrifying distortions.
This was its ability: everything in the world, even if it just slightly touched it, whether through any form of information, would produce terrifying distortions.
Shuma-Gorath repeatedly muttered Vishanti's name, sneered, and was about to leave.
But in the next instant, it immediately froze. Its gigantic single eye revealed a strange look of surprise.
"Summoning...?"
The next moment, one of its power avatars immediately descended upon Earth, attaching itself to... Stephen Strange!
"You foolish human, you rashly summoned me—the great Shuma-Gorath. What do you want?"
Shuma-Gorath occupied Stephen Strange's body, with a brutal and tyrannical expression. In an instant, Stephen Strange's body's genes began to mutate, influenced by Shuma-Gorath's eldritch power, at times growing tumors, at times producing new organs, evolving into a twisted, deformed monster.
Stephen Strange felt the terrifying presence that had arrived, transcending countless space-time, and the terrifying mutations constantly erupting within his own body. After taking a deep breath, he slowly dispelled the magic array.
"Great Shuma-Gorath, I hope you can resurrect my teacher, the Ancient One!" Stephen Strange said in a deep voice.
Shuma-Gorath let out a bone-chilling chuckle: "Is this the method Vishanti taught you? Or are you out of your mind to actually make such a request of me?"
"You killed my teacher. Now it's up to you to resurrect her. That's fair."
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Stephen Strange's forehead.
Shuma-Gorath let out bursts of eerie laughter, controlling Stephen Strange's body to constantly look around. It sneered, having already detected the traces of Vishanti's magic avatar. For an existence like it, once something has appeared, there will never be secrets; traces are bound to be left behind.
"Hmm, Vishanti couldn't fulfill your wish, so you'd rather seek my help...? Truly a mad fellow, you're as mad as the Ancient One."
Shuma-Gorath chuckled softly, looking extremely pleased, constantly sifting through Stephen Strange's memories, observing Stephen Strange's negotiations and requests with Vishanti's avatar.
The more it saw, the more excited Shuma-Gorath became, letting out continuous eerie laughs, and felt very satisfied with Stephen Strange.
"Very good. As long as you betray Vishanti and come over to my side, I can quickly grant you Universe-tier power, making you a venerable Universe God... Unlike that cold and despicable fellow, Vishanti, you are worth me paying this price," Shuma-Gorath praised.
Stephen Strange said in a deep voice: "I want to gain power now. I want to possess your power."
Shuma-Gorath thought for a moment. Merely separating a Single Universe's worth of power was simply not worth mentioning for it. An infinitely vast energy index would never care about losing such a tiny bit. It immediately locked onto Stephen Strange's coordinates, and streaks of eldritch power began to descend.
This time, there was no magic array. Instead, Shuma-Gorath directly transmitted terrifying, distorted power. Wherever it passed, it corrupted everything, twisted everything, countless times more terrifying than a zombie virus.
But the next moment, just as Stephen Strange was about to be twisted into another species by the malicious Shuma-Gorath, in an instant, a piercing cold gleam struck.
"Begone! I have no intention of occupying this place; I am merely responding to a believer's summoning!!"
Shuma-Gorath's expression darkened. It let out a low growl, its majestic voice echoing throughout the entire Universe, and the few remaining life immediately began to wail and scream.
"Descending an avatar is responding to a summoning, but deploying the power of a Single Universe, is that not a summoning as well?!"
(end of chapter)
