Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 314 I like to work alone

Yeah, so what exactly do we need to do?

Many gods are indifferent to the Eye Demon, a villain who has never been favored by the gods.

So, more than that guy who's been banished from the foundation of the current universe, they're curious about—

What exactly does Cold Dew want to do?

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Eternity has arrived.

That entire body is like a manifestation of the galaxy in the universe—not a metaphor, but a fact.

His body is the stars, his blood is the nebula, and his breath is cosmic rays.

He stood there, surrounded by the radiance of countless galaxies, each star a point of light in his pupil, each planet a speck of dust on his fingertip.

Beside him stood his sister, Wuxian—a woman whose body was equally magnificent and splendid, with the river of time flowing around her like tassels on her skirt.

The planet devourer stood a little further away, his purple armor gleaming coldly in the starlight. His expression was calm and restrained, but his gaze occasionally drifted towards the little girl wearing a purple helmet in the distance.

The Goddess of Death hovered on the other side, her figure elusive, as if existing between non-existence and existence, her empty eyes revealing no emotion.

There was even the annihilation that had always remained unnoticed.

He stood at the very back, his figure blurred like a wisp of mist that had not yet solidified.

But just being there, simply "there," was enough to make his presence impossible for anyone to ignore.

Generally speaking, Annihilation is indeed the most powerful of the creator gods.

But generally speaking, Eternity's fame is more widely known and grand throughout the multiverse.

Therefore, this time, the lead was initiated by Eternity.

Further beyond the pantheon of creator gods, order and chaos continue to clash violently.

The two enormous heads were butting against each other, one roaring "You're insane!" and the other howling "You're the one who's insane!" Their behavior was so rude that it was nothing like what a creator god should be like; they were more like two children fighting over a toy.

Their shouting came from afar, intermittent, like static on a radio.

They belong to the same pantheon of creator gods, but are clearly more remote; even if they don't want to admit it, there's no doubt about it—

Within the current Marvel Cinematic Universe, the most powerful force on the surface is undoubtedly the Creator Gods.

And at this very moment—

Yongheng spoke slowly.

That magnetic voice, with a tone powerful enough to resonate throughout the multiverse, surged forth from the void like a tide, washing over every star, every timeline, and every eye watching this place.

"Welcome, God of Civilization."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was clear enough to whisper in everyone's ear, "You have successfully proven your strength. Now, in the name of the Creator God System, I invite you to join us."

His body leaned slightly forward, and an almost gentle expression appeared on his face, which was composed of countless galaxies.

"You will become a crucial link in the entire multiverse."

He was confident of victory at that moment.

After all, almost all the gods under the other side have intricate connections with them.

For example, Ganata—at this moment, she had already begun to curiously examine her "father's" true form.

While suppressing his slight hunger, the planet devourer smiled and nodded at his eldest daughter, whom he had acquired for free.

His expression was somewhat unnatural, like a father who wasn't very good at socializing who was suddenly dragged to a parent-teacher conference, but the feeling of blood ties made it impossible for him to be cold to the little girl.

In contrast, the disciples were more interested in observing the strange and wonderful gods before them, as well as the faint gazes that seemed to fall upon them from afar.

Her light purple eyes brightened slightly—

She felt like she could replicate their abilities as well.

The Saber stood there obediently, like a loyal guard.

Her hands rested on the hilt of the sword, the greatsword pointing downwards, the tip of the blade touching the air, her posture as perfect as a portrait of a knight.

She looked warily at the group of gods before her, her emerald green eyes showing no fear or awe, only a chilling coldness that seemed to say, "At the first command, Han Lu will start slaughtering people."

Are you kidding me? God? It's not like I haven't done it before.

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Hanlu nodded.

He looked at Eternity—the representative of the creator pantheon, the being who controls the flow of time throughout the multiverse.

His expression was calm and composed, as if he were listening to an old friend.

Then he gave an answer that surprised everyone.

He shook his head.

"Sorry—no need."

His voice was very soft, so soft that it sounded like he was talking about something trivial.

But the words "No need" exploded in the void, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, rippling outwards in circles of invisible waves.

The faint smile still lingered on his lips, neither arrogant nor humble, neither cold nor warm.

"I have my own path. The future—"

He paused, a glint of unfathomable light flashing in his dark eyes. "We will also be intertwined."

He smiled and declined.

All the gods were puzzled.

You should know that in the current universe, there are only a few factions you can choose to join.

Although these factions are usually just playing around, they are still a bargaining chip, aren't they?

For the divine, combining the concept of "civilization" with concepts such as time and space is undoubtedly the safest and most meaningful approach.

After all, you can't just abandon such a grand concept as the real universe and go off to mess around with demons, right? Or with the World Tree system?

You know, Gaia just tricked your clone, didn't you know that?

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Believe it or not—many people know this, but most people haven't said anything.

They certainly knew about the woman who was there almost all day long—

He is open to almost anyone, offering his alluring body without hesitation if there is even the slightest potential in them.

That's so vulgar!

Anyway, the other party seemed to be enjoying it.

Sometimes it's hard to say whether the other person is acting proactively or passively.

Maybe they're the prey.

But—to the surprise of all the gods—the other party refused.

Could you explain your reasoning?

Yongheng's voice remained calm, without any anger at being rejected.

He has long transcended the realm of most human emotions—

Even though he still retains his anthropomorphic form, he can still face this "friend" in front of him with the most normal mindset.

He did indeed long for the other person to join him, but the other person's refusal was also within his consideration.

He now only hopes that the other party can come up with a reason that will convince him.

"I'm sorry—" Hanlu's voice was as calm as a stagnant pool, "I have no comment."

He looked up and met Yongheng's gaze.

Those dark eyes held no evasion, no retreat, only an almost stubborn determination.

"I just don't want to do things against my conscience."

His attitude was extremely arrogant—even though his expression remained as cold as ice, as if he didn't want the other party to notice any emotion.

But it was clear that after their leader gave the order, the three girls behind her had already started to grab their weapons and prepare to fight.

Ganata withdrew her gaze from the planet devourer, licked her lips, and revealed her small fangs.

The blade of the Saber King's sword rose slightly by an inch, and the light on the sword began to gather.

The disciple slightly opened his hands, and two swirling vortexes of energy appeared in his palms—

She was eager to try, really hoping to fight two more rounds, maybe even make herself stronger.

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Yongheng stared intently into Hanlu's eyes.

He wanted to see something through the windows and doors of the other person's heart.

But just like his expressionless face—there was nothing there.

calm.

Calm and composed.

Like a stagnant pool that will never have a ripple.

Yongheng shook his head.

He didn't say anything—at a time like this, saying anything would be superfluous.

With a wave of his hand, the five creator gods, along with the galactic radiance surrounding them, vanished without a trace.

The void was empty and still, as if nothing had ever happened.

Hanlu looked at the empty void and sighed helplessly.

To be honest, he was quite happy that the other party valued him so much.

After all, this has already proven its potential and future.

But for him, there are grander goals to achieve, which may even involve fighting against the creator gods.

Therefore, he doesn't need to get involved with the other party beforehand, so that he can make his move a little easier later.

Of course—if the other party is trying to leave some room for maneuver, then you can only say they're overthinking it.

Hanlu had begun to sense it—his physical body remained seated on the throne, unable to move an inch, but the rapidly increasing number of individuals spreading throughout the multiverse made him realize that something was indeed changing.

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As the many gods prepared to begin their evacuation—

In the blink of an eye, countless magnificent and enormous mechs appeared in the sight of the gods.

Not one, not ten, not one hundred—

Instead, it was an overwhelming, countless giant mech fleet that pressed down like dark clouds.

Nobody knows where they came from.

Their bodies shimmered with a silvery sheen, every line cold and straight, as if carved into metal with a knife.

The same symbol was engraved on those mechs—a symbol that no god could ignore.

The same symbol was engraved on those mechs—a symbol that no god could ignore.

Celestial Group.

The gods, who were originally planning to leave immediately, also stopped.

Their steps halted, their gaze returned, and a new expression appeared on their faces—

The expression of watching a show.

"The Celestials? What are these guys doing here? What kind of experiments are they planning to conduct?"

"Don't say that. He's the god of civilization. As far as I know, he created an entire civilization with his bare hands—"

Those Transformers and Galactron stuff are really interesting.

"So what? He's a concept god. Who would want to provoke a concept god who's almost impossible to kill?"

The gods were discussing amongst themselves, their voices buzzing like countless bees in one's ear.

But without a doubt, when the eyes of those countless celestial beings met Han Lu's—

The place they were curious about was finally revealed.

In the void, the pupils of those silver mechs all lit up simultaneously.

Tens of thousands!

The rays of light converged from all directions, like countless searchlights, enveloping the cold dew in the very center.

Hanlu stood there, motionless.

The faint smile still lingered on his lips.

Behind him, the Saber gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, revealing her fangs, and the disciple's eyes narrowed slightly.

In the distance, the gods who had not yet gone far stopped and turned around.

Clearly, another big show is about to begin.