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Chapter 276
The Anti-Monitor was extremely irritable, cursing nonstop.
Metron, the God of Knowledge, showed a deep look of confusion.
"Chair, answer my questions: Who is Martin? Where is the Marvel Multiverse? Who is the Creation Goddess?"
Metron repeatedly asked.
But the Mobius Chair he sat upon merely burst forth with powerful rays of light, then stalled, unable to answer these questions.
Seeing this, all the Gods understood that the God of Knowledge was also unreliable – this was a blind spot in knowledge.
Their gazes towards the Anti-Monitor became even more hostile, flashing with fierce light.
Martin watched them with a cold sneer, stating calmly, "You are pitiful creatures imprisoned within the In-Wall World, knowing nothing of the grandeur of the outside. And I, I can bring you brand new... Hope!"
"I will open the Portal to the Marvel Multiverse for you, that glorious world where several Multiverses coexist will open its doors to you. Whether it's slaughter or peace, the choice is yours. If you get killed by the Gods over in Marvel, don't blame me..."
"Of course not. Exploring new worlds inevitably means bearing the risks ourselves. Those afraid of death can stay in the In-Wall World forever." Trigon sneered, his six eyes revealing savage intent, and terrifying hellfire burned on his red skin.
Trigon, DC's foremost Demon, held a status equivalent to Cyttorak in Marvel.
More Gods began to stir. Even Gods with righteous hearts were filled with curiosity about the outside world.
"Then when will you bestow this Hope upon us?"
Golden Superman radiated a powerful high-dimensional aura, asking calmly.
Martin said placidly, "It won't be long. I still need a few more pieces of the puzzle... You've all waited for three eons, almost losing Hope. A little more time from me won't make a difference."
Gaze after gaze fell upon Martin, who remained utterly calm and exuded arrogance and wisdom from beginning to end. The Gods showed hesitation but eventually nodded, suppressing the agitation in their hearts.
"We certainly won't lack patience; we just hope you act quickly!"
"Whatever you need, just ask. If we can help, we definitely will."
"But don't forget, everything we do, including waiting, is for the new Hope you spoke of. This should not become an excuse or reason for you to drive us! Once we discover you can't deliver, we will kill you without hesitation."
"No matter how strong you are, you cannot contend against the entire Godly system of our In-Wall World!"
Responses echoed, with some Gods directly conveying their intention for cooperation, wanting to quickly obtain a channel to Otherworld from Martin's hands.
What if this "Hope" had a limit on the number of participants? Would the quick-acting Gods have Hope, and the slow ones miss out?
What if the opened cross-Multiverse channel couldn't bear the weight of more Gods?
A world where several Multiverses coexisted – just the thought of it made their hearts surge with excitement. For them, caged beasts imprisoned within the wall, the attraction was simply fatal.
They were willing to pay any price just to obtain the Hope Martin spoke of!
After a while more conversation, the terrifying Gods departed one by one. They were waiting, waiting for Martin to fulfill his promise.
"Why aren't you leaving?"
Martin sat on his throne, calmly looking at the two figures before him.
Spectre and Phantom Stranger.
These two had appeared in many Multiverse-level Major Events and were extremely active. Phantom Stranger was less troublesome, mostly playing a minor role, preferring to talk than fight, and always choosing to flee rather than engage.
...Please give flowers...
Spectre was more problematic. This fellow possessed noble origins; few Gods in the entire DC Comics universe were nobler than Spectre. And, as the incarnation of God's wrath, he naturally wielded the Authority of Judgment.
"My intuition tells me you have an ulterior motive," Spectre spoke in a low voice, his gaze towards Martin wavering. He was conflicted about whether to act against Martin.
Martin, this fellow who had appeared suddenly without any warning, was truly too bizarre, even more bizarre than Doctor Manhattan, who likewise came from beyond the DC Comics world, from the Watchmen universe.
Furthermore, Martin gave Spectre an even more dangerous and malicious feeling.
"Are you not thinking straight?" Martin looked at him in surprise. "If I had no ulterior motive, why would I travel all this way? How stupid are you to ask such a question? I'm not a great benevolent being."
Spectre's face darkened. He slowly raised his hand, about to strike at Martin, but was stopped by Phantom Stranger.
"If you act against him now, the other Gods won't let you off," Phantom Stranger whispered.
Spectre gritted his teeth, let out a cold snort, and said chillingly, "Martin, I don't believe a word of your nonsense. What Marvel? What several Multiverses coexisting...? Such a world simply doesn't exist in the Omniverse! The Judgment Gods of The Source would never permit such a structure to exist!"
Dropping these words, Spectre suppressed his inner rage and departed with Phantom Stranger.
Only Martin remained, quietly overlooking the God Domain.
"The Source, huh? The most mysterious world in the entire DC Comics side, located in the unknown beyond the Source Wall...?"
Martin murmured softly.
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Chapter 277
The Source was where the Creation Goddess, who created the In-Wall World, originated from. And the entity that sealed the Creation Goddess into the Source Wall also came from The Source.
The Creator Gods who emerged from The Source created one Multiverse after another in the Omniverse, while also undergoing examination and assessment by the Judgment Gods, much like the Celestials.
"Sooner or later, I'll have to visit The Source and witness its mysteries..."
Martin withdrew his gaze and descended back onto Apokolips.
"Esteemed Master, how may I serve you?" Steppenwolf eagerly scurried over, a smiling, fawning expression on his face.
"Get lost."
Martin said coldly.
Steppenwolf's movements halted. He immediately grabbed his axe and ran far away.
Martin snorted, gazing down at Apokolips, watching the countless kneeling residents and the visible sins below.
Everything on this planet was filled with slaughter and plunder, a complete embodiment of the law of the jungle.
Of course, this had nothing to do with Martin, nor was he interested in turning this planet into a paradise like New Genesis.
"I created the Transformers in the Marvel world. So, here in DC Comics, there should also be a similar Transformer faction... Hmm, I've already thought about what to create."
A smile appeared on Martin's face, his eyes gleaming. He immediately activated his System Authority. Instantly, as per Martin's will, countless lights shone, all cast upon Apokolips.
"The Transformer faction here in DC Comics should be... the Beast Wars!"
Light Screens flickered, and in the next moment, lithe figures ran out from the light, rapidly transforming.
This batch of Transformers primarily shifted between various animal forms, appearing unique.
"The Beast Wars Transformers appeared millions of years after Optimus Prime and Megatron's era, descendants of their generation."
Martin sat steadily, watching these figures, a smile on his face.
The Maximals faction included Optimus Primal, Cheetor, Rhinox, Black Widow, Rattrap, and others, belonging to the Autobots Faction.
The Predacons faction included Megatron, Waspinator, Scorponok, and so on, belonging to the Decepticons Faction.
Powerful warriors swiftly emerged, and potent life auras suddenly appeared and spread, shaking all of Apokolips.
"What are these... Robots?"
"No wonder this new master is called the God of Machines. Not only can he instantly seize half the control of the Parademons, but he can also directly create Mechanical Lifeforms?"
The residents of Apokolips stared wide-eyed at this scene, filled with awe and fear.
Extremely sensitive to war, they immediately knew what this meant – endless soldiers, capable of furiously invading more worlds.
At this moment, some Gods who were closely observing the changes on Apokolips also frowned, deep in thought.
"A power system distinct from the In-Wall World, entirely different life forms. Are these beings from Otherworld?"
"Martin, the God of Machines... Is this his unique creation, or is that Otherworld called Marvel entirely populated by such Mechanical Lifeforms?"
"Interesting. A world full of unknowns is the most valuable. Hmph, I'm waiting for him to open the channel to the Marvel world for me!"
Many Gods watched this scene intently, carefully observing these self-transforming Robots...
Optimus Primal and Megatron, in their humanoid combat forms, slowly approached Martin, respectfully bowing. Optimus Primal said in a deep voice, "Esteemed Creator, please issue your command."
"My command is for you to swiftly seize control of this damned planet, including all its factories and technology, and then maximize its conversion into war potential. We won't have peaceful days for long."
Martin said calmly.
Optimus Primal and Megatron immediately went to execute the order, leading the many animal Transformers to split up and take over Apokolips's entire industrial system, acquiring all its technological data.
Martin watched everything quietly.
"Kalibak, son of Darkseid." Martin suddenly spoke.
Kalibak, who had remained silent at the foot of the steps, immediately flinched and silently approached Martin.
"Compared to Steppenwolf, you should rule this planet. I can let you leave and search for Darkseid's other Avatars."
Martin said calmly.
Kalibak shook his head, stating gravely, "His True Form has been slain by you, and the Omega Effect has also been taken by you. Those are merely Universe-tier Avatars; they can never recover to the True Form's power..."
Even Darkseid's primordial essence has been taken by Martin; what good would the small amount of essence possessed by the Avatars be? That primordial essence is the true core of a Singular God!
"No, I need you to leave Apokolips and do something for me. If you succeed, I will give Apokolips to you."
Martin spoke calmly, looking down from his elevated position at the tall, young God.
Kalibak's expression froze.
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Chapter 278
The Anti-Monitor returned to the Anti-Matter Universe, filled with malice.
He was in a terrible mood.
"Mobius, I want to know if what Martin said is true or false. Are you truly the Creation Goddess's offspring?"
Metron, the God of Knowledge, persisted, chasing after him on the Mobius Chair, even pursuing him into the Anti-Matter Universe.
"Get lost!" the Anti-Monitor roared, extremely agitated.
"I want to know if this unknown knowledge is true or false. This is not only my demand, but also the demand of the Mobius Chair."
Metron sat steadily, looking imposing, Divine Radiance constantly surging from the chair beneath him.
(end of chapter)
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Chapter 276
The Anti-Monitor was extremely irritable, cursing nonstop.
Metron, the God of Knowledge, showed a deep look of confusion.
"Chair, answer my questions: Who is Martin? Where is the Marvel Multiverse? Who is the Creation Goddess?"
Metron repeatedly asked.
But the Mobius Chair he sat upon merely burst forth with powerful rays of light, then stalled, unable to answer these questions.
Seeing this, all the Gods understood that the God of Knowledge was also unreliable – this was a blind spot in knowledge.
Their gazes towards the Anti-Monitor became even more hostile, flashing with fierce light.
Martin watched them with a cold sneer, stating calmly, "You are pitiful creatures imprisoned within the In-Wall World, knowing nothing of the grandeur of the outside. And I, I can bring you brand new... Hope!"
"I will open the Portal to the Marvel Multiverse for you, that glorious world where several Multiverses coexist will open its doors to you. Whether it's slaughter or peace, the choice is yours. If you get killed by the Gods over in Marvel, don't blame me..."
"Of course not. Exploring new worlds inevitably means bearing the risks ourselves. Those afraid of death can stay in the In-Wall World forever." Trigon sneered, his six eyes revealing savage intent, and terrifying hellfire burned on his red skin.
Trigon, DC's foremost Demon, held a status equivalent to Cyttorak in Marvel.
More Gods began to stir. Even Gods with righteous hearts were filled with curiosity about the outside world.
"Then when will you bestow this Hope upon us?"
Golden Superman radiated a powerful high-dimensional aura, asking calmly.
Martin said placidly, "It won't be long. I still need a few more pieces of the puzzle... You've all waited for three eons, almost losing Hope. A little more time from me won't make a difference."
Gaze after gaze fell upon Martin, who remained utterly calm and exuded arrogance and wisdom from beginning to end. The Gods showed hesitation but eventually nodded, suppressing the agitation in their hearts.
"We certainly won't lack patience; we just hope you act quickly!"
"Whatever you need, just ask. If we can help, we definitely will."
"But don't forget, everything we do, including waiting, is for the new Hope you spoke of. This should not become an excuse or reason for you to drive us! Once we discover you can't deliver, we will kill you without hesitation."
"No matter how strong you are, you cannot contend against the entire Godly system of our In-Wall World!"
Responses echoed, with some Gods directly conveying their intention for cooperation, wanting to quickly obtain a channel to Otherworld from Martin's hands.
What if this "Hope" had a limit on the number of participants? Would the quick-acting Gods have Hope, and the slow ones miss out?
What if the opened cross-Multiverse channel couldn't bear the weight of more Gods?
A world where several Multiverses coexisted – just the thought of it made their hearts surge with excitement. For them, caged beasts imprisoned within the wall, the attraction was simply fatal.
They were willing to pay any price just to obtain the Hope Martin spoke of!
After a while more conversation, the terrifying Gods departed one by one. They were waiting, waiting for Martin to fulfill his promise.
"Why aren't you leaving?"
Martin sat on his throne, calmly looking at the two figures before him.
Spectre and Phantom Stranger.
These two had appeared in many Multiverse-level Major Events and were extremely active. Phantom Stranger was less troublesome, mostly playing a minor role, preferring to talk than fight, and always choosing to flee rather than engage.
...Please give flowers...
Spectre was more problematic. This fellow possessed noble origins; few Gods in the entire DC Comics universe were nobler than Spectre. And, as the incarnation of God's wrath, he naturally wielded the Authority of Judgment.
"My intuition tells me you have an ulterior motive," Spectre spoke in a low voice, his gaze towards Martin wavering. He was conflicted about whether to act against Martin.
Martin, this fellow who had appeared suddenly without any warning, was truly too bizarre, even more bizarre than Doctor Manhattan, who likewise came from beyond the DC Comics world, from the Watchmen universe.
Furthermore, Martin gave Spectre an even more dangerous and malicious feeling.
"Are you not thinking straight?" Martin looked at him in surprise. "If I had no ulterior motive, why would I travel all this way? How stupid are you to ask such a question? I'm not a great benevolent being."
Spectre's face darkened. He slowly raised his hand, about to strike at Martin, but was stopped by Phantom Stranger.
"If you act against him now, the other Gods won't let you off," Phantom Stranger whispered.
Spectre gritted his teeth, let out a cold snort, and said chillingly, "Martin, I don't believe a word of your nonsense. What Marvel? What several Multiverses coexisting...? Such a world simply doesn't exist in the Omniverse! The Judgment Gods of The Source would never permit such a structure to exist!"
Dropping these words, Spectre suppressed his inner rage and departed with Phantom Stranger.
Only Martin remained, quietly overlooking the God Domain.
"The Source, huh? The most mysterious world in the entire DC Comics side, located in the unknown beyond the Source Wall...?"
Martin murmured softly.
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Chapter 277
The Source was where the Creation Goddess, who created the In-Wall World, originated from. And the entity that sealed the Creation Goddess into the Source Wall also came from The Source.
The Creator Gods who emerged from The Source created one Multiverse after another in the Omniverse, while also undergoing examination and assessment by the Judgment Gods, much like the Celestials.
"Sooner or later, I'll have to visit The Source and witness its mysteries..."
Martin withdrew his gaze and descended back onto Apokolips.
"Esteemed Master, how may I serve you?" Steppenwolf eagerly scurried over, a smiling, fawning expression on his face.
"Get lost."
Martin said coldly.
Steppenwolf's movements halted. He immediately grabbed his axe and ran far away.
Martin snorted, gazing down at Apokolips, watching the countless kneeling residents and the visible sins below.
Everything on this planet was filled with slaughter and plunder, a complete embodiment of the law of the jungle.
Of course, this had nothing to do with Martin, nor was he interested in turning this planet into a paradise like New Genesis.
"I created the Transformers in the Marvel world. So, here in DC Comics, there should also be a similar Transformer faction... Hmm, I've already thought about what to create."
A smile appeared on Martin's face, his eyes gleaming. He immediately activated his System Authority. Instantly, as per Martin's will, countless lights shone, all cast upon Apokolips.
"The Transformer faction here in DC Comics should be... the Beast Wars!"
Light Screens flickered, and in the next moment, lithe figures ran out from the light, rapidly transforming.
This batch of Transformers primarily shifted between various animal forms, appearing unique.
"The Beast Wars Transformers appeared millions of years after Optimus Prime and Megatron's era, descendants of their generation."
Martin sat steadily, watching these figures, a smile on his face.
The Maximals faction included Optimus Primal, Cheetor, Rhinox, Black Widow, Rattrap, and others, belonging to the Autobots Faction.
The Predacons faction included Megatron, Waspinator, Scorponok, and so on, belonging to the Decepticons Faction.
Powerful warriors swiftly emerged, and potent life auras suddenly appeared and spread, shaking all of Apokolips.
"What are these... Robots?"
"No wonder this new master is called the God of Machines. Not only can he instantly seize half the control of the Parademons, but he can also directly create Mechanical Lifeforms?"
The residents of Apokolips stared wide-eyed at this scene, filled with awe and fear.
Extremely sensitive to war, they immediately knew what this meant – endless soldiers, capable of furiously invading more worlds.
At this moment, some Gods who were closely observing the changes on Apokolips also frowned, deep in thought.
"A power system distinct from the In-Wall World, entirely different life forms. Are these beings from Otherworld?"
"Martin, the God of Machines... Is this his unique creation, or is that Otherworld called Marvel entirely populated by such Mechanical Lifeforms?"
"Interesting. A world full of unknowns is the most valuable. Hmph, I'm waiting for him to open the channel to the Marvel world for me!"
Many Gods watched this scene intently, carefully observing these self-transforming Robots...
Optimus Primal and Megatron, in their humanoid combat forms, slowly approached Martin, respectfully bowing. Optimus Primal said in a deep voice, "Esteemed Creator, please issue your command."
"My command is for you to swiftly seize control of this damned planet, including all its factories and technology, and then maximize its conversion into war potential. We won't have peaceful days for long."
Martin said calmly.
Optimus Primal and Megatron immediately went to execute the order, leading the many animal Transformers to split up and take over Apokolips's entire industrial system, acquiring all its technological data.
Martin watched everything quietly.
"Kalibak, son of Darkseid." Martin suddenly spoke.
Kalibak, who had remained silent at the foot of the steps, immediately flinched and silently approached Martin.
"Compared to Steppenwolf, you should rule this planet. I can let you leave and search for Darkseid's other Avatars."
Martin said calmly.
Kalibak shook his head, stating gravely, "His True Form has been slain by you, and the Omega Effect has also been taken by you. Those are merely Universe-tier Avatars; they can never recover to the True Form's power..."
Even Darkseid's primordial essence has been taken by Martin; what good would the small amount of essence possessed by the Avatars be? That primordial essence is the true core of a Singular God!
"No, I need you to leave Apokolips and do something for me. If you succeed, I will give Apokolips to you."
Martin spoke calmly, looking down from his elevated position at the tall, young God.
Kalibak's expression froze.
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Chapter 278
The Anti-Monitor returned to the Anti-Matter Universe, filled with malice.
He was in a terrible mood.
"Mobius, I want to know if what Martin said is true or false. Are you truly the Creation Goddess's offspring?"
Metron, the God of Knowledge, persisted, chasing after him on the Mobius Chair, even pursuing him into the Anti-Matter Universe.
"Get lost!" the Anti-Monitor roared, extremely agitated.
"I want to know if this unknown knowledge is true or false. This is not only my demand, but also the demand of the Mobius Chair."
Metron sat steadily, looking imposing, Divine Radiance constantly surging from the chair beneath him.
(end of chapter)
