Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 319 I bet you can win!

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The entire world was in shock.

Countless multiverses were trembling, the layers upon layers of foamy universes like a pot of boiling soup, churning and squeezing each other, emitting a silent, agonizing cry that transcended the limits of perception.

At a more micro level—

That is without a doubt; every world has begun to experience every natural disaster it can endure:

Earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions; the sky cracks and closes again; the earth sinks and rises again; stars extinguish prematurely; black holes evaporate abnormally.

Every second, countless civilizations teeter on the brink of extinction.

But soon, these strange natural disasters disappeared.

Because of the presence of Cold Dew.

Almost all civilizations that had been born or were about to be born returned to their original peace and tranquility at this moment.

It wasn't that he personally repaired them, but rather that his very "existence" was repairing them—

Like ripples created by a pebble thrown into water, his concept trembled slightly at the foundation of every civilization, calming the "shock" caused by the clash between the two colossal cosmic deities.

No need to think, no need to exert effort, just be "present".

What merit or ability do I possess?

The clash between two colossal, cosmic-level deities was being disrupted by another colossal, cosmic-level being trying to mediate.

As for the numerous cosmic deities not within the protective system, they were thrown into disarray by the shockwave.

Even if someone used tens of thousands of universes as a shield, the shockwaves would still inevitably bypass them and crash into the bodies of these gods.

Some people's palaces collapsed halfway, some people's dimensions developed irreparable cracks, some people clutched their chests and spat out a mouthful of golden divine blood, and the light in their eyes dimmed a little.

"Enough—enough—!"

Setorak's voice boomed from the depths of the void, carrying a rage that had been suppressed for too long and was finally erupting.

This most powerful demon in history—or rather, the ruler of hell—

He angrily cursed those guys who only knew how to fight and didn't know how to manage things.

His enormous body, composed of countless red muscle fibers, appeared in the void, swollen even more than usual, because his chest was filled with rage.

"Even if you are of a higher status than us, you cannot blatantly defy the rules of the universe!"

As for Mephisto, he didn't even dare to show his face.

After all, I had said a few harsh words back then—

Unexpectedly, before he could even escape the vortex of the main universe, he discovered that his enemy was already capable of crushing him with a single step.

He buried his head behind the armrest of the devil's throne, his eyes tightly closed, muttering something under his breath, whether it was a prayer or a curse was unclear.

As Setorak spoke, the other members also joined in the clamor.

They chattered away, sounding like a flock of chicks pecking at rice. But Hanlu didn't hear a word they said.

To reiterate—Hanlu is a good person. At least, he considers himself a good person.

"alright."

The sound of Cold Dew was not loud.

But the instant he spoke, all the voices of the gods vanished—

It wasn't that they were suppressed or blocked; rather, their mouths were physically "closed."

Like a book being closed, the upper and lower lips were pressed tightly together, leaving not a single gap.

"Let's end this pointless sparring here."

He raised his hand, and the hell lords who were still gesturing wildly in the void, along with the snarling demon army behind them, were all pushed out of the void by an irresistible force.

Like a gust of wind scattering dust, like a broom sweeping away fallen leaves.

The hellish lords and demon armies tumbled and disappeared into the depths of the dimensional rift.

Of course, if certain deities truly wished to return, they would have the ability to break free from this "expulsion"—

But when the two supermassive molecular beings and sentinels stopped fighting and turned their attention to them, they obediently chose to leave.

What they're talking about is their business, so you shouldn't get involved.

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Doctor Doom was about to speak.

But then he paused.

Beneath his mask, his eyes were slightly raised, not looking at Hanlu, not at the sentry, not at the molecular man—but at the top of his head.

Or rather, "the top of their heads" for beings at their level.

Hanlu followed his gaze and looked up.

In the void, a magnificent figure has appeared.

His body seemed to be formed from a single, complete starry sky—not stars, not galaxies, but the starry sky itself, the kind of boundless, profound expanse you see when you look up at the universe, a vastness that makes even the soul feel insignificant. Three colors of light flowed around him—gold, white, and black—each color representing an independent consciousness. The three consciousnesses existed simultaneously, operated simultaneously, and made judgments simultaneously.

The three iconic large heads slowly rotated in the void. Each head had a different face and a different expression, but they all shared the same pair of eyes—eyes that held no emotion, only judgment.

The Court of Life.

That great will symbolizing revenge, judgment, and justice, which can almost be called the super steward of the entire Marvel universe—has finally emerged.

"Wow—" Hanlu tilted her head back, her voice carrying a sense of relief that "it's finally here" and a certainty that "just as I expected," "I never thought that our mighty Court of Life would actually come out."

He tilted his head, a smile that was almost defiant on his face, but there was no hint of amusement in his dark eyes.

"So—what are you trying to do? Help the Celestials kill me?"

His voice suddenly deepened. It wasn't a threat, nor a warning, but a calm that almost stated a fact.

"I hope you understand—I am now bound to all civilizations."

This is a done deal. Unless you're willing to wipe all life completely away—

Otherwise, I think you'd better not do anything rash.

His mouth is still unrestrained, he's recklessly provoking and courting death.

At the same time, he began to confirm that he had projected his concept of "imaginary cocoon" into the existence of worlds such as Ultraman, Alien, and Transformers through those complex multiverses.

For him, if the ocean couldn't sustain a big fish like him, then he wouldn't mind hiding in a stream for a while—

Anyway, this ocean will explode sooner or later.

For him, starting over would simply mean making his plans a little more complicated.

But rather than being a bandit king in a remote mountain village, he still hoped to join the regular army.

So he just hoped that the big guy in front of him could at least consider the significance of his existence.

The court of life remained silent.

He simply stared at the human being before him—or rather, the "god of civilization."

He is judging something.

The three colors of light flashed alternately on his body, like three processors simultaneously processing the same problem.

Then--

That imposing figure gradually disappeared again.

Like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, the ripples spread a few times before the surface returned to calm. It was as if it had never existed.

Hanlu shrugged.

Fortunately, he didn't have the "cold sweat" program set up for him.

Therefore, he remained calm and composed, and the curve of his lips remained unhurried.

He turned his head and looked at Doctor Doom again.

He really needs a reason—a reason not to kill him right now.

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"You should know—" Doctor Doom's voice came from behind the mask, deep and steady, like an underground river that had flowed for millions of years, "As a concept god, your power comes from your concepts. You have encompassed all civilized races."

His body leaned slightly forward, and a glint of unfathomable light flashed in his eyes behind the mask.

"But—if you want to go further, then you can only encompass the more magnificent things."

Hanlu rolled her eyes.

What a load of nonsense—at least to him it was nonsense.

He crossed his arms over his chest, tilted his head, and looked at Doctor Doom with an attitude that said, "Go on, I'm listening."

"Then tell me—what would qualify as something 'more magnificent'?"

His voice carried a mix of amusement and exasperation.

The funny thing is, Doctor Doom is trying to sell him a concept that he himself hasn't even figured out; the annoying thing is, he's actually starting to get a little curious.

Doctor Doom's eyes began to dart around—not out of guilt or hesitation, but out of a cautiousness as he checked whether a third party was present.

His gaze swept across every corner of the void, confirming that the gods had gone far away, that the observer's view was blocked, and that only the two of them remained in this space reinforced by divine power.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at Hanlu again. The light in her eyes darkened slightly.

Hanlu was stunned for a moment. Then—he instantly understood.

"Hmm—" he drawled, as if confirming something utterly absurd, "Are you really sure?"

"Of course." Doctor Doom's voice remained unwavering. "As far as I know, that enigmatic creator doesn't seem to care much about his 'creations.' Besides—you didn't kill them, you merely... led them."

Hanlu thought about it.

That despicable "ring"—damn it, it stole my kidney while I was momentarily distracted!

As a result, his attempt to steal a chicken backfired, achieving absolutely no effect and even causing him to accidentally plant a corner of the World Tree.

If everything Doctor Doom said is true—

Then I can stack another state, and even have four more multiverse-level gods out of thin air.

Wait—wait—wait.

Hanlu seemed to be thinking about something—he thought of a certain Thor's original battle record and the terrifying contrast it had in the Marvel universe.

His eyes narrowed slightly, the curve of his lips disappeared for a moment, and then reappeared. This time, there was something more genuine in that smile.

I hope everything you said is true.

His voice changed from light and cheerful to steady and calm, from casual to scrutinizing.

He leaned forward slightly, put his hands behind his back again, and looked down at Doctor Doom.

"But I have one last question—"

He paused.

Why are you helping me?

Those black eyes held no warmth, no curiosity, only a chilling sense of "judgment."

He was scrutinizing every change in Doctor Doom's expression, every subtle movement, and every possible flaw that might reveal his true intentions.

The power has weakened, and Doctor Doom is alive.

With increased power, Doctor Doom also came back to life.

But he had already explained his plan—so he was no longer of any use to himself.

Why should a useless person live?

In the void, the Molecule Man stood quietly behind Doctor Doom, his empty eyes staring at Han Lu without any expression.

The sentry hovered beside Hanlu, panting heavily, but its golden eyes held a hint of curiosity.

Doctor Doom remained silent for a long time.

His mask covered his face, and no one could see his expression.

But his eyes—those exposed beyond the mask—showed no evasion, no fear, only an almost stubborn, iron-hard calm.

"because--"

He spoke.

His voice was very soft, so soft that it sounded like he was talking to himself.

But in that silent void, every word seems to be etched into the texture of time, never to disappear.

I bet you can win.