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Chapter 1810 Finale!

"Can't you see it?! That thing is devouring the earth! We're all going to die! Everyone! Betty! They're all going to..."

Banner's thoughts, tinged with agonizing fear and despair, attempt to penetrate the barrier of Hulk's pure rage.

He "saw" that at the core of the collision between the two cosmic energies, the chaotic vortex that was spinning wildly and greedily devouring—the powerful nuclear force storm of atomic breath and the quantum tide of gamma radiation—had formed a kind of pathological and stable "entangled state" at the microscopic level that transcended existing physical understanding.

Instead of annihilating each other as predicted by theory, they tore and devoured each other, forming a distorted symbiotic structure—a self-reinforcing gravitational-energy binary system that accretes planetary matter and energy!

It's like a cancerous tumor parasitizing the heart of a planet; every injection of energy accelerates its deadly growth.

Hulk's destructive roar rolled deep in his throat, like a volcano brewing.

Banner could "feel" the destructive torrent of energy surging and roaring within the Hulk's powerful arms, about to erupt once more, becoming the final straw that broke the camel's back. Despair overwhelmed him like a cold tide.

"Please...look..."

Banner's fragments of consciousness swayed in the raging green tide as he used all his willpower to forcefully project the wildly expanding vortex of gravitational anomaly into Hulk's sensory world, which was filled with rage.

Hulk sensed it.

That was not Banner's weak plea, but a clear and nauseating picture of destruction.

He "saw" the spinning, greedy core of the vortex, like a bottomless maw, devouring the planet beneath his feet that had borne countless lives.

He felt the painful tremors coming from the depths of the earth and heard the distant roar of the city collapsing under the invisible force of gravity.

"World destruction?"

This thought, like an ice crystal thrown into molten lava, stirred a brief blank in Hulk's mind, which was burning with rage.

What does the destruction of the world mean?
It means that the little girl on the streets of New York who always loved to give him donuts will disappear; it means that Stark, who always tried to communicate with him with clumsy jokes and built him a giant punching bag, will disappear; it means that Banner, who always wanted to control him but whose eyes sometimes showed understanding... will also disappear.

More importantly, it means that Hulk himself will also lose the foundation of his existence.

Hulk's world is not an empty universe, but shattered tanks, collapsed buildings, roars that echo through the sky, and... the land beneath his feet where he can run and fight freely!

Hulk's home is right here!
Guided by Chang Wei's unfathomable power, and through Tony Stark's (though Hulk prefers to call him "Tin Man") relentless and sometimes even comical "education" during this period, Hulk is no longer the ignorant giant baby who only responds to all harm with anger.

His thoughts quietly settled and grew through countless battles, encounters, and understandings.

He learned to "possess" and also vaguely understood "protect".

He has experienced the feeling of being understood and tasted the sweetness of being accepted...

The world is going to end? No! Hulk doesn't want that!
The problem is... what to do?
Connors' massive body continued to frantically spew out deadly Crimson Lotus Atomic Breath, and the destructive beam of light continuously poured into the rotating vortex core, as if supplying the cancerous tumor with the most abundant nutrients.

If Hulk stops spewing gamma energy, can this monster be defeated?
Or is it that once his energy stops, Connors' atomic breath will instantly lose its balance and accelerate the destruction of Earth in a more violent manner?

Hulk's relatively simple way of thinking is unable to instantly unravel this complex problem of energy balance.

A profound confusion replaced some of his pure rage, causing a brief pause in his movements—a pause that seemed fatal in the face of impending destruction.

At this critical moment, when Hulk was caught in a dilemma and the vortex of destruction was about to break through the critical point—

Chang Wei arrived.

"World destruction?"

A voice so calm it was almost indifferent was like an ice core of absolute zero thrown into a noisy battlefield, instantly freezing all the chaotic energy ripples and cries of the heart.

Chang Wei's figure appeared silently in the void between Hulk and Connors, where destructive energy intertwined.

He didn't look at the energy core that could evaporate stars, nor at Hulk, who was in a frenzy and confusion, nor at Connors, who was spewing wildly.

His profound gaze seemed to pierce through the thick crust, the scorching mantle, and the boiling core of the earth, landing directly on the colossal creature hidden deep within the earth, prematurely awakened by abnormal energy fluctuations.

The embryo of the Celestial!

That is the true root cause that could lead to the destruction of the world. The energy vortex before our eyes is merely the prelude and catalyst for this catastrophe.

However, the moment Chang Wei's gaze fell upon the secrets of Earth's core, a sudden change occurred.

It did not originate from Earth, but from the entire cosmic level.

The cosmic space surrounding Chang Wei was like a lake surface tossed with a pebble, suddenly rippling with incomprehensible waves.

Space itself was folding, stretching, and twisting. One after another, figures of different shapes and terrifying auras appeared silently in the starry sky around Chang Wei, like giant whales emerging from the bottom of the water.

Some of them were wreathed in hellfire, some were made of pure starlight, some were like living shadows that devoured the light around them, and some exuded an ancient and suffocating aura of chaos... Dimensional Demons!
Cosmic entity!

The powerful beings of the multiverse!

Mephisto, Shuma-Gorath, the messenger of Galactus... their projections were drawn here by the violent fluctuations in the cosmic rules, gazing at the eye of the storm—Changwei—with astonishment, greed, vigilance, or pure indifference.

But their arrival is more like the beginning of a grand prelude.

A more vast and primordial power descended. It was not a physical entity, but a pure will, a law that encompassed and judged everything.

It connects to the foundation of existence beyond the universe, that mysterious entity that transcends all individual universes.

An infinitely powerful will, like a silver river traversing the multiverse, carrying an irresistible sense of order, directly locked onto Chang Wei.

Chang Wei's figure, along with the space he was in, seemed to be seized by an invisible giant hand and instantly stripped away from the dimension of reality.

Supreme Judgment
Cold. Nothingness. An experience beyond all the senses.

Chang Wei found himself in a realm that could not be accurately described in words.

There is no up, down, left, or right; no passage of time; not even the concepts of "existence" or "non-existence." Only the pure laws themselves whisper.

Then, a voice sounded.

It is like a superposition of millions of voices, a convergence of the loves, hates, joys, sorrows, and triumphs of all living beings since the birth of the universe. It contains both absolute, cold justice and a ruthless indifference that looks down upon all living beings.

This sound was not transmitted through hearing, but rather resonated directly within the core of Changwei's existence:

"Chang Wei is an existence from outside the omnipotent universe."

The "background" of the space begins to solidify and become concrete.

A gigantic life form, immeasurable in size and radiating a soft golden light, appeared.

Its most striking feature is a giant head that floats in the air, and instead of one face, it has four!

Facing Chang Wei was a face with a rigid, expressionless expression.

It symbolizes the fairness (equity) of the court.

This face simply stared at Chang Wei, without revealing any emotion, like a precise scale.

Then, the enormous head slowly turned.

The fair face disappeared, replaced by a face obscured by a strange curtain, revealing only a hard-lined chin and tightly closed lips.

This face represents the necessity of the court.

The curtain rippled slightly, as if concealing countless unspeakable cosmic secrets and cruel laws of survival.

An invisible, undeniable pressure spread out.

The head turned again.

This time, what appeared was a face completely shrouded in a dark curtain, its true appearance hidden from view.

However, when it turned towards Chang Wei, the curtain seemed to be ignited by an invisible rage, violently twisting and undulating.

A pure, ancient will of vengeance, directed against all “heretics” and “thieves,” burst forth from it, carrying with it the resolute determination to completely eradicate Chang Wei.

Finally, the head completed its rotation, turning the last face—a blank face (The Face on the Void)—towards Chang Wei.

This face has no features, like a pure white canvas.

But the instant it was aimed at Chang Wei, something incredible happened: the blank surface flowed and shaped like mercury, quickly outlining clear facial lines—it was Chang Wei's own face!

This face represents the Accused.

When all four faces were in place, especially the blank face which became Chang Wei's mirror image, this dimensional realm solidified completely into a symbolic place.

A colossal, ancient court of judgment, composed of pure law energy, materialized out of thin air.

It possesses both the solemn structure of a sacred court and a touch of the cruelty of the ancient Roman Colosseum.

The enormous golden body of the Living Tribunal sat atop the highest throne in the courtroom, looking down upon the tiny Chang Wei below.

The face representing vengeance now takes center stage.

Its gaze, like a sharp blade, pierced Chang Wei:
"Your existence, your essence, and your actions have seriously interfered with and threatened the foundations and inner balance of the current universe."

The cries for revenge were like the roar of billions of stars colliding.

"To prevent this universe from irreversibly collapsing and annihilating because of you, I, the Living Tribunal, in the name of the supreme authority to maintain the order of the multiverse, hereby formally initiate my judgment against you!"

The sound echoed in the empty courtroom, each syllable containing the power of universal laws.

The curtain representing Necessity rippled slightly, radiating a cold, decisive "this is necessary" aura; the face symbolizing Equity remained expressionless, as if weighing the absolute procedural correctness of the judgment process; while the face of the accused, who closely resembled Chang Wei, stared blankly at everything, awaiting the final verdict.

The voice of the Tribunal for Life is solemn and dignified, proclaiming absolute justice.

With this pronouncement, the entire gray-white void trembled violently.

The magnificent architectural structure, beyond the limits of mortal comprehension, is like a giant tree growing from the source of time, rising up with a roar.

Enormous stone pillars, inscribed with undecipherable primordial runes, pierce the endless gray-white sky above; a long river flowing with liquid starlight surges beneath their feet; chains made of pure laws crisscross in the void, emitting a chilling clanging sound.

This space is both a solemn courtroom, like a divine temple, and at its center, the throne of the Court of Life, which radiates an unbearable light.
At the same time, a circular staircase resembling an ancient colosseum vaguely appeared all around. The summoned dimensional demons, like billions of cold spectators, their figures blurred on the staircase, silently watching the only "gladiator" in the center of the arena—Chang Wei.

But a faint, knowing smile played on Chang Wei's lips.

He understood that while the Tribunal for Life certainly had a "fair" side, that was only one part of its composition.

When the two aspects of "necessity" and "revenge," especially the "revenge" aspect which represents the instinctive rejection of "outliers," take the lead and express a clear stance, the so-called "justice" is already shrouded in a heavy shadow.

Absolute fairness, on the scale of the multiverse, is an unattainable dream.

Who makes the rules? And whose interests do the courts that enforce the rules represent? Stance is always the most fundamental cornerstone of adjudication, hidden beneath the guise of fairness.

Chang Wei's very existence is a huge "anomaly".

He was not born within this multiverse system; the source of his power and the logic behind his actions may be beyond the comprehension and control of the Living Tribunal.

An uncontrolled, powerful variable from "outside the wall" is itself a potential and enormous threat to the Living Tribunal, which is dedicated to maintaining the existing balance (or order) of the multiverse.

Especially when this variable has begun to disturb the core of the universe (the embryo of the Celestials), and even attracted the attention of many dimensional demons.

"Necessity" requires the elimination of unstable factors in order to maintain the overall structure of existence; "revenge" represents the instinctive rejection and hostility of the existing cosmic laws towards the "intruder".

The combined stance of the two points makes their position crystal clear.

The power of the Living Tribunal transcends all individual universes and is nearly omnipotent.

When such a being has a clear stance and inclination, the so-called trial is more like a ritual held to achieve a specific purpose.

In Chang Wei's view at this moment, his "fairness" seemed more like a legal cloak for the "necessary" erasure and the venting of "revenge."

"It's been discovered."

Chang Wei's voice rang out calmly in the empty courtroom, without the slightest surprise, but rather with a sense of "finally, it's here" and a feeling of relief.

His gaze swept over the three high-ranking faces (revenge, necessity, and justice), finally settling on the face of the "judged one" bearing his own image.

"They gave us more time than I expected."

He added casually, as if commenting on a trivial matter.

This composure, under the overwhelming pressure of the Tribunal for Life, seemed so out of place, and so unfathomable.

The preparations he made during this time will now become the only variable in this seemingly unequal ruling.

The "Court of Life," so magnificent that it defies mortal comprehension, is currently in a state of deathly disintegration at its core courtroom.

The hall, symbolizing absolute order and final judgment, whose dome and barriers, constructed from solidified starlight, woven laws, and pure concepts, have just been torn open by an extremely tyrannical force.

The fragments are not physical entities, but rather disintegrating spatial structures, broken streams of time, and solidified slices of reality. They are like the wailing fragments of the universe, silently drifting and annihilating in the void.

Chang Wei was the one who caused all of this.

He stood on that broken edge, with the “foundation of reality” beneath his feet, a symbol of the court’s authority but now riddled with spiderweb-like cracks.

His posture was not provocative, but rather a pure indifference, as if he had merely brushed away a tiny speck of dust.

However, this "dust" is the very foundation upon which the Court of Life exists—order itself.

"Impossible! Go back!"

For the first time, a wave of emotion called "surprise and anger" was clearly reflected on the face of the Tribunal of Life, which was composed of pure light and geometric concepts.

His voice was no longer a grand declaration, but rather carried a barely perceptible shriek, transforming into tangible ripples of law that swept outwards.

Follow your words!
In an instant, the invisible web of fate was forcibly pulled.

The entire courtroom, and even the countless cosmic dimensions it radiated outwards from, seemed to be grabbed by an invisible giant hand and twisted violently backwards.

Time is no longer a linear river; it is like a video played in reverse. Every particle, every ray of light, and every established fact, frantically traces back to its source along its inherent causal texture and spacetime path.

The structure of the space collapsed inward, attempting to "stitch" Chang Wei back to his original position, the cage that was considered the "defendant's dock".

Reality itself groans under unbearable pressure, and the laws of nature are stretched to their limits, trying to force this paradoxical existence into the predetermined orbit.

This force is the universe's self-correcting mechanism, the forceful execution of a predetermined script by fate.

Its power is enough to make the rulers of the multiverse tremble and submit, and to change the course of the river of time.

Within the realm of the Living Tribunal, this is almost equivalent to the Creator God's reset command.

However, Chang Wei simply stood there quietly.

The torrent of fate, powerful enough to reshape stars and erase history, swept over him, but it was as if he had crashed into an insurmountable wall of sighs.

The light and shadow of time reversal distorted and shattered around him, the gravity of the collapsing space was repelled by an invisible repulsive field, and the ripples of reality correction disintegrated and dissipated on their own before touching his body.

He didn't even frown.

The Living Tribunal's perception, transcending time and space, was forced to "touch" the aura emanating from Chang Wei with unparalleled clarity—it was neither energy nor matter, but a pure "nothingness" that transcended the definition of "existence" itself.

A kind of "horror" that cannot be defined or even understood by the concept of "omnipotent universe level".

The cornerstones upon which He maintains the operation of the court and controls all things—time, space, reality, and destiny—these pillars that constitute the multiverse, are as fragile as a child's sandcastle in the face of Chang Wei.

His proud power was seen by his adversaries as nothing more than a “vulnerable trick.”

Before the Living Tribunal's "face," glowing with rage, and before countless cosmic gods, abstract entities, and dimensional lords who were bound by the Tribunal's rules and were now peering in terror through dimensional gaps, Chang Wei moved.

He didn't use any fancy moves; he simply raised his hand again.

Then, he clenched his fist toward the courtroom structure that was frantically retracing its steps and trying to repair itself, toward the barrier made of pure law, toward the high and mighty judge's seat.

Boom! — Crackling sound!
The indescribable shattering sound did not originate from hearing, but rather exploded directly in the depths of the consciousness of all beings.

This destruction was more thorough and more fundamental than before.

It's not just the shattering of physical structures, but also the disintegration of concepts.

The phantom of the scepter, symbolizing the "power of judgment," shattered; the stone tablet inscribed with the "laws" turned to dust; and the absolute concept of confinement that constituted the "defendant's seat" was directly erased.

The core area of ​​the entire courtroom seemed to have been thrown into a void mixer, with chaotic energy flows, shattered fragments of laws, and wailing spatial debris churning wildly, forming a chaotic vortex that devoured everything.

The Living Tribunal's "pure gold body," formed from pure energy and concepts, trembled violently in the devastating shockwave, its light flickering erratically.

His dignity, His authority, and the absolute height upon which He looked down upon the endless universe were trampled underfoot by Chang Wei in the most brutal and direct way.

Chang Wei's demeanor was like that of a world-destroying demon god who had fought his way up from the deepest abyss to the highest heavens, unrestrained and wild, with absolute power to crush all rules.

"Get away from me, you disgusting reptile!"

The voice of the Living Tribunal was distorted by extreme rage, and its body, composed of light, burst forth with unprecedented intensity, attempting to dispel the surrounding chaos and re-anchor the order of the court.

"Don't forget, this is still in my courtroom!"

His roar contained an undeniable truth.

The "arena" that Chang Wei destroyed was merely a secondary trial space projected by the power of the court.

The true core—the "conceptual court" itself, directly constructed by the inherent power of the Court of Life and transcending the dimensions of time and space—still stands majestically!
This area is an extension of His will and a manifestation of His authority.

Here, He is the rule itself, the starting point of logic, and the final judgment of all things.

His "omnipotence" has the highest priority in the definition here.

Chang Wei's domineering attitude did not cause the Living Tribunal to back down; instead, it aroused His deepest hatred and most resolute will to suppress.

This existence is a cancer on order, a virus of logic, and must be completely eradicated!
"You want to confront me directly? Wishful thinking!"

The voice of the Living Tribunal grew incredibly loud, carrying a cosmic-scale contempt.

"The majesty of the court is an absolute barrier that you cannot overcome! It forces you to crawl on the ground, looking up at my existence like an ant! Even if you exhaust your ridiculous strength and stretch out your humble arms, you will never be able to touch the court itself! Let alone dare to touch me—not even one of my toes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a deeper power from the realm of destiny was mobilized.

This time, it's not about looking back, but about "defining" and "rewriting".

In Chang Wei's perception, the surrounding courtroom space underwent a bizarre distortion.

The concept of spatial scale has been forcibly distorted and stretched.

The life court, which was originally at the same height as his "ankle" in the conceptual court, has its "presence" and "spatial occupation" magnified infinitely!

In an instant, Chang Wei felt as if he were in an endless, pure golden desert.

The Living Tribunal, on the other hand, transforms into a colossal, pure gold god, towering between heaven and earth. Its body is composed of flowing runes of law, its eyes are burning stars, and every breath it takes stirs the tides of the universe.

Even one of His toes is like a magnificent mountain range spanning the Milky Way.

Chang Wei himself was compressed and diminished by this forcibly defined "reality," like a speck of dust at the foot of a mountain, where even looking up at the other's complete body became a luxury.

This is the absolute suppression of "personality" by fate, and the ultimate condemnation of "offenders" by the rules of the court.

"destiny?"

Chang Wei's voice pierced through this distorted scale, resounding clearly throughout the entire conceptual courtroom, carrying a deep-seated, almost pitying sneer.

"Are you still playing these childish games?"

His gaze pierced through the towering, star-like pure gold colossus, as if he could see directly the invisible threads of fate at work behind it.

Those threads tried to entangle him, bind him, and define him.

"So-called fate,"

Chang Wei's voice was calm yet carried a subversive power.

"It is merely a higher level of 'inertia' and 'probability' that is attached to time, space, matter, energy, and causality. It is formless and intangible because it does not possess any power itself. It can only act like a cunning chess player, moving pieces (time), shifting the chessboard (space), changing the rules (reality), and triggering chain reactions (causality) in an attempt to guide and force the target toward its predetermined endpoint. It seems to be above everything because the 'pieces' it can use encompass all known laws of the universe."

He took a step forward.

This step ignores the distorted definition of spatial scale.

"space?"

Chang Wei casually swung his fist, not at the enormous body of the giant god, but at the infinitely stretched "space" beside him.

Tsk-!
It's like tearing apart a huge, frozen canvas.

The vast space, which had been forcibly defined by the Court of Life as a golden desert, was pierced through by his punch!

A huge hole, its edges shimmering with chaos and nothingness, appeared beside the "mountain"-like toes.

The space was no longer a cage, but a fragile piece of paper that he had casually pierced.

The forced sense of insignificance bursts instantly, like a soap bubble.

"what?!"

The horror of the Tribunal for Life is real.

Space is one of the basic structures of the court, the cornerstone of its "omnipotence".

The fact that the other party could penetrate it in such a direct and unreasonable way exceeded His understanding of how power operates.

His proud "right to define" appears so pale in the face of the opponent's pure power.

Just as His mind trembled violently, and He attempted to invoke deeper laws of time to freeze or banish—

Chang Wei disappeared.

It was not a rapidly moving afterimage, but something that was completely erased from the current timeline and then appeared out of thin air from the core point in time that the Living Tribunal itself perceived—the "moment" when His mind was filled with horror!
He traversed the distorted space, disregarded the linear flow of time, and appeared directly before the enormous "head" of the Living Tribunal, composed of pure gold laws, in a way that transcended causality—within arm's reach! "Time? The tricks of space don't work, so you want to use this?"

Chang Wei's voice, like the scraping of cold metal, resounded directly into the depths of the Living Tribunal's "consciousness." His figure was as insignificant as dust before the giant's head, yet the presence he exuded was like a singularity about to devour a galaxy.

The Tribunal instinctively wanted to retaliate, mobilizing the power of the trial to eliminate this blasphemer.

But Chang Wei was faster.

Two hands, carrying a power that disregards physical collision and acts directly on the "concept of existence," reached out like lightning.

One hand reached for the neck, which was composed of pure light and runes of law, symbolizing "supreme rationality"; the other hand was even more domineering, with its five fingers spread wide, directly grabbing the face of the Living Tribunal—the core area symbolizing "all-seeing" and "judgment"!

"Let me go! You monster who defies the rules!"

The struggle of the court of life is futile.

Chang Wei's palm seemed to possess the absolute attributes of "untouchable" and "undefinable." His body, composed of pure law energy, was firmly clamped down as if it were a physical entity the moment the other's fingers touched it!
That power that transcends dimensions, that authority that defines the universe, was something that Chang Wei could not break free from!

"so,"

Chang Wei's voice carried a hint of amusement, as if he were examining an interesting toy. His fingers tightened slightly, and the magnificent pure gold body of the Living Tribunal emitted a hum of unbearable strain and broken laws. Cracks began to appear on the conceptual level in its enormous body, and its light flickered rapidly.

"You so-called great gods are really quite amusing. You've all reached the 'omnipotent universe level,' and you're still playing these tricks about fate, time, and space?"

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze piercing through the radiant body of the Living Tribunal, as if he could see the core logic of its power operation.

"Spacetime energy, destiny, destruction, creation... these rules,"

Chang Wei's tone carried the calmness of someone who had been through it all, yet it contained a chilling indifference.

"They're just toys for building blocks in a single universe. Step outside of that, and these things..."

He suddenly increased the pressure on his hand, and a piercing, tearing sound, as if shattering concepts, came from the neck of the Living Tribunal. Its massive body trembled violently, as if it were about to completely disintegrate at any moment.

"...They are all just laughable chains that bind you."

The conceptual court is wailing.

Beneath Chang Wei's feet, the "ground" that was formed from pure laws and bore the supreme authority of the court began to dissolve and vanish silently, turning into nothingness and chaos.

The hammer of judgment, the supreme artifact symbolizing the final verdict of the universe, still hangs high beneath the shattered courthouse dome, but it has lost its wielder.

Its light fluctuated violently in Chang Wei's shadow, and finally dimmed helplessly—because the god who controlled it and defined it had been forcibly dragged down from the highest altar by this incomprehensible being!

"No! This is impossible!"

The Necessary Dimension emitted a shriek of logical collapse, while the Source Dimension overflowed with instinctive fear. The power beyond dimensions struggled futilely under Changwei's restraint, attempting to pry open that unshakeable finger.

He manipulated the paradox of time, attempting to reverse his own state to before he was touched; He used spatial folding to instantly shift the basis of his existence to the end of the multiverse; He even tried to directly rewrite the "definition" of Changwei's existence, reducing it to mortal dust!
However, is it a case of cause and effect? ​​Or of starting later and catching up first? These supreme laws, which are revered as the highest principles in the Pantheon, are as fragile as inferior glass in the face of Chang Wei.

Chang Wei's very existence is the most complete denial of these laws! He merely "thinks".

Thus, the power that was capable of reversing time and reversing cause and effect, the moment it touched the edge of Changwei's will, was like a bubble hitting an absolute barrier, silently shattering and dissipating.

The ripples of spatial distortion subsided completely within a foot of Chang Wei, as if they had never happened. The power to rewrite existence was like a stone thrown into a bottomless abyss, failing to even elicit a sound.

"Puff... puff puff puff!"

A series of chilling explosions, like the death knell tolling as the very foundations of the universe were shattered!
The Face of Justice was the first to explode into countless golden fragments of law, followed by the Face of Revenge, then the Face of Necessity... Finally, the Face of the "Source," symbolizing the origin of all power, was also crushed under the crushing force of Chang Wei's absolute will!
The four magnificent golden faces, symbolizing the supreme authority of the Living Tribunal and the pillars of cosmic order, vanished into nothingness in a fraction of a second under Chang Wei's indifferent gaze!
Deep within the entire infinite universe, the tragic wails of the Living Tribunal, originating from the core of the soul and transcending all dimensions, seemed to echo!
This wail is not a sound wave, but a mournful cry emitted when the very rules of the universe are torn apart.

In countless planes, those ancient beings with keen senses—dimensional demons, cosmic entities, and guardians of timelines—were all shaken to their core, and an indescribable terror rose from the depths of their souls!
They clearly "felt" that the long river of fate that runs through the past, present, and future and maintains the stability of all reality has stirred up a monstrous wave at this moment, causing an unprecedented and subversive upheaval!

Some fragile secondary universes even experienced momentary disruptions and breaks in their timelines.

With the complete destruction of the four faces, the magnificent, light-forged divine body of the Living Tribunal seemed to have been drained of all life, instantly falling into absolute stillness.

The head, now devoid of its face, resembles a massive, broken container.

Beyond the shattered skull, in the deep void that seemed to lead to the origin of all things, a wisp of light slowly rose.

The light was not dazzling, but it contained an indescribable depth and weight.

It rotates slowly, its interior seemingly containing the birth and death of countless galaxies, the rise and fall of billions of civilizations, and the intertwining of possible beginnings and endings. It is the first ripple, and also the final destination.

At this moment, all beings who had "observed" the court dimension through the special system—no matter where they were in the multiverse, whether they were indifferent observers or ambitious covetous individuals—clearly "heard" it deep within their consciousness!

That wasn't a sound, but a resonance generated when the very rules of the universe were shaken—a magnificent sound like the vast, boundless tide of destiny surging and washing over the depths of the soul! A resounding, deafening roar!

Without any explanation, an instinctive, deeply ingrained understanding exploded in the hearts of all the "observers":

The origin of destiny!

This is the true core of the Living Tribunal's power, the supreme authority that maintains the highest order of the infinite universe, and the ultimate spindle that pulls all the threads of reality and weaves the trajectories of all living beings!

To grasp it is to grasp "inevitability," to become "destiny" itself! To become the hand of fate that transcends all that is known and unknown!
Greed! The most primal, most intense, and insane fire of greed, enough to burn away reason, instantly ignited wildly in the hearts of everyone who caught a glimpse of this light!
Even those ancient venerable ones, known for their purity of mind and detachment from worldly affairs, were experiencing turbulent waves in the depths of their souls at this moment!

They knew all too well what this "power of destiny" meant—it was the ultimate authority, the absolute dominion over "existence" itself, transcending all forms of power!

"It was too easy to get it."

Chang Wei's rant echoed in the deathly silent dimension, carrying a sense of listless disappointment, forming an absurd contrast with the scene before him that was enough to drive all the gods mad.

He was looking forward to a climactic battle that could tear apart concepts, overturn logic, and find inspiration in the ruins of rules, rather than this one-sided crushing defeat.

"A 'fake' all-around universe-level being tamed by the rules?"

Chang Wei's gaze swept over the broken golden wreckage, as if piercing through the long, almost eternal past of the Court of Life.

"The invincible years have dulled the edge of ambition, and we only know how to exercise power within the established framework, but we have never thought that the framework itself is also a set of building blocks that can be broken."

He shook his head slightly, with a hint of mocking pity.

"And so, when a being truly from outside the framework, transcending your understanding of the 'omnipotent universe,' descends..."

The outcome is self-evident.

Chang Wei, this "newcomer" who has just stepped into the realm of the omnipotent universe, easily crushed the life court, which had been immersed in this realm for countless epochs and had long been stagnant, with his incomprehensible and indefinable "externalities" like a dimensional reduction attack!

Chang Wei didn't even bother to respond to the "gazes" that came from every corner of the multiverse, filled with endless greed and fear.

His thoughts merely swept coldly across this shattered dimension, like an invisible hammer.

"Om-!"

The entire special system, constructed by the Court of Life with the authority of destiny to accept the observation of all dimensions, crashed instantly, like an overloaded server encountering an absolute logical deletion command!
Those countless invisible gazes connecting the infinite universe were severed at the root in a fraction of a second!
Before all the observers lay an absolute, dark abyss where even nothingness existed. Chang Wei's will was the supreme law that isolated everything.

Now, no one is bothering us.

Chang Wei's gaze fell on the hazy light of "Origin of Destiny" that floated above the shattered skull and flowed slowly.

It was like a living thing, with billions of threads of fate flowing inside it seemingly sensing the ultimate threat, twisting and tangling violently, trying to build a final defense, emitting a suffocating repulsive force.

Chang Wei extended his hand.

There was no earth-shattering collision, no aftershocks of clashing laws. The instant his fingertips touched that ball of light, an unprecedented and unparalleled "torrent of information" instantly overwhelmed all the barriers constructed by Chang Wei's consciousness!
It is not knowledge, nor scenery, but "existence" itself!
It is everything that has existed, is existing, will exist, and may exist in all timelines, all dimensions, and all possible branches of the infinite universe, from its birth singularity to its final heat death!
The birth and death of stars are but a snap of the fingers, the rise and fall of civilizations are like a breath. All the joys and sorrows, loves and hates of an ordinary being from birth to death, and the magnificent picture of a dimensional demon god swallowing and spitting out the energy of the universe for billions of years, lost any sense of size and weight difference in the absolute torrent of information, and were brutally and indiscriminately stuffed into Chang Wei's consciousness!

He "saw" a universe heading towards heat death billions of years ahead of time because of his insignificant thought at that moment; he "heard" the "voice of destiny" that determined the future form of intelligent life on a primitive planet billions of light-years away when two grains of dust collided.
He "experienced" countless times being assimilated by this force of fate and becoming a representative of the cold rules, and then "experienced" countless times utterly shattering it himself, causing the multiverse to fall into chaos and disorder...

It is an indescribable, almost divine perspective that looks down upon all things.

Everything in the universe is like a chess piece on a chessboard, and the universe itself is like the lines on the palm of your hand. All mysteries are within sight, and all paths can be manipulated.

A delusion of being "omnipotent" and in complete control, like the sweetest poison, surged into his mind in an instant, attempting to overwhelm his ego.

"Humph!"

A cold snort, originating from the deepest part of his soul, exploded in Chang Wei's boiling sea of ​​consciousness like the first thunderclap at the beginning of time!

That overwhelming sense of power, enough to make any supreme deity instantly lose their way and become a puppet of fate, was like being thrown into a flame at absolute zero, instantly frozen and extinguished!
"That's too low-level."

Chang Wei's consciousness stood firm amidst the endless tide of information, his cold core will as clear as an undying star.

"What I want is the pure 'energy level' released when this power burns, the 'magnitude' it contains that is enough to support my next step."

His thinking, like the most precise probe, pierced through the alluring "omnipotent" appearance of the origin of fate, reaching its essence as "fuel."

"The so-called 'omnipotence of destiny' is nothing more than the power to paint colors on a canvas of established rules, which is ridiculously narrow-minded."

True omnipotence cannot be defined or limited by a single dimension of "fate".
Chang Heng's will was like an invisible black hole, suddenly collapsing inward and unleashing a terrifying suction force!

It's no longer contact, it's devouring!

That shimmering light, representing the supreme authority of destiny in the infinite universe, emitted a silent shriek filled with resentment and despair!

It twisted and struggled wildly, trying to transform into billions of threads of fate and escape to every corner of the multiverse!
However, the boundary of the "black hole" formed by Chang Wei's will was an absolute prison. The escaping threads collided with the invisible barrier, instantly pulled back, crushed, and swallowed!
At the same time, the shattered remains of the Living Tribunal's pure gold divine body, which had lost its source support and was beginning to completely disintegrate, were also enveloped by this terrifying suction force.

The fundamental energy of the laws that constitute its existence, refined and purified over countless eras, along with the fragments of concepts symbolizing justice, necessity, revenge, and origin, were forcibly stripped away and drawn out like rivers flowing into the sea, transforming into pure energy streams that flowed into the bottomless vortex of Changwei devouring the origin of destiny!

The entire courtroom dimension trembled violently. The legal structure that formed its foundation, like a building stripped of its steel bars, began a chain reaction of utter collapse.

Golden fragments of space crumbled away, revealing a cold, lifeless backdrop that defied even the definition of nothingness. The hammer of judgment had long since been reduced to dust in silence.

The supreme hall that once symbolized the ultimate order of the universe is now nothing more than a core that devours everything, and a rapidly expanding absolute ruin where the laws have completely died.

Chang Wei's figure stood at the center of this vortex of devouring and destruction. His eyes were closed, and his body seemed to have transformed into a singularity that connected existence and nothingness.

The light of destiny's origin and the remains of the divine body of the court swirled, collapsed, and decomposed into the most primordial particles and information around him, which were then greedily absorbed and assimilated by his very existence.

Each pulse of energy causes the surrounding collapsing dimensional fragments to be annihilated faster and more thoroughly.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a suffocating stillness, a silence where everything returned to its slumber. An absolute silence where even the laws themselves were coming to an end.

Chang Wei's consciousness was undergoing a storm far more intense than the collapse of the external dimension—he was analyzing, peeling away, and reconstructing.

He refined that immense power of destiny, capable of shaking the multiverse, into the pure foundation for his own path.

When the last glimmer of destiny's essence was completely swallowed up, and when the last fragment of the Tribunal of Life containing the laws was crushed into nothingness, Chang Wei slowly opened his eyes.

In the depths of his eyes, it seemed as if billions of stars were born and vanished in an instant, with infinite branches of possibility intertwining and colliding, ultimately returning to a depth colder than the cosmic background radiation.

The courtroom dimension no longer exists; he floats in a pure "nothingness" devoid of any physical or conceptual attributes.

There was no light, no darkness, no time, no space, only him, and the surging power within him that had just completed its initial fusion, containing terrifying potential like a new star.

He raised his hand, his fingertips seemingly tracing the "nothingness" at random. There were no energy fluctuations, no response from the laws.

However, wherever his thoughts reached, a glimmer of light appeared out of nowhere.

It was neither the light of a star nor the radiance of magic. It was more like the singularity of a "concept," the embryo of a "possibility."

It was faint, yet it stubbornly existed in this void where even "existence" itself was difficult to define. Chang Wei watched it quietly, as if the Creator were examining his first creation.

"chain……"

He murmured to himself, his voice traveling through this void without any medium, yet clearly imprinted on the very foundation of existence.

"...It's just a toy after all."

The next step is to use these newly acquired "building blocks" to build something truly interesting.

The cold, robotic system notification echoed deep within Chang Wei's consciousness.

In the corner of his vision, the string of evolution points that represented his accumulated power over countless eras, which had long since expanded to an uncountable number and which he jokingly called "pseudo-infinite," suddenly underwent a dramatic change.

It's not just a simple jump in numbers, but a leap in dimensionality!
After that vast string of numbers, it was as if an invisible giant hand had forcibly torn open a new mathematical dimension, instantly adding several "zeros" containing infinite meaning—each "zero" represents a brand new, higher order of magnitude, the key that quantitative accumulation ultimately unlocked qualitative change!
"This is the moment!"

The longing and will accumulated over countless years transformed into a flame that consumed everything in its path.

"System! Evolution! Goal—To surpass the omnipotent universe level!"

The moment the command was given, the evolution points that had just expanded to an unbelievable level were instantly wiped out, like kindling thrown into the furnace of creation!
This is not consumption, but a complete sacrifice, the ultimate fuel to ignite the fire of transcendence.

boom--! ! !
An indescribable upheaval erupted from Changwei's core.

That was not a surge of energy, but an infinite expansion and reconstruction of the essence of existence!

His "body" began to expand in a way that transcended all speed and all spatial concepts.

The vast dimensional structure beneath his feet, which contained countless multiverses, instantly became like a miniature model in his palm. The complex and intricate cosmic membranes and dimensional barriers became clearly visible in his rapidly expanding perception.

With each step he took, beneath his feet lay a dazzling nebula formed from the macrocosm; with each swing of his arm, he swept across an infinitely nested ocean of quantum foam constructed from microscopic particles.

The basic units that make up matter and energy—quarks, leptons, bosons that transmit force—are no longer indivisible building blocks under his new level of perception. Instead, they present a more fundamental and "real" form, like the original color dots that make up a grand painting. While they are rapidly "shrinking," they highlight his infinitely "magnified" presence.

Expansion, endless expansion!

The bizarre and fantastical worlds of the multiverse, containing infinite possibilities, rapidly collapsed in his vision, transforming into a patch of brilliant lights dotting a gray background, like colorful pebbles tossed by a child.

The magnificent structure of the super-universe that transcends the multiverse, and the solitary existence of the supreme universe that contains ultimate mysteries, the sacred aura they emit that can illuminate countless dimensions, are now as insignificant as a candle in the wind before Chang Wei. He can easily extinguish them with the slightest thought.

Ultimately, he "saw" the ultimate enveloper—the Omniverse!
It resembles an "egg" whose color is indescribable, encased in a tough outer membrane.

This seemingly fragile outer membrane is actually an absolute boundary that separates "everything" from "the outside".

Within the membrane lies the sum total of all things: encompassing all multiverses, superverses, and supreme universes; including all known and unknown ideologies, physical laws, and spacetime dimensions; it is both the collection of all existence (life, matter, energy, concepts) and the destination of all non-existence (nihilism, paradox, logical dead ends); it is the limit of what human thought can and cannot imagine, the starting point and the end point of all logic and non-logic.

It is "all" itself, the ultimate cornerstone of Marvel's existence.

Chang Wei's ever-expanding "body," or rather, his "form of existence" that could no longer be defined by "body," pierced through this theoretically insurmountable ultimate barrier without any hindrance!

The vastness within the membrane, containing boundless wonders, seemed to pass through merely a warm ripple of water the moment it was penetrated.

Only at this moment did the endless feeling of expansion finally subside.

He "stood" in a gray expanse where the color could not be defined and the boundaries could not be perceived.

There is no up, down, left, or right here; no past or future; only an eternal silence.

And in his "palm"—where his mind could reach—the "egg" containing the entire Marvel universe was quietly floating.

It no longer appears boundless, but presents a strange sense of "completeness," as if it were a creation that could be played with at will.

With a slight thought, a sense of absolute control arises spontaneously.

He clearly "saw" everything within the omnipotent universe: in one multiverse, a divine war that would determine the survival of billions of beings was raging, causing the heavens and earth to shatter; on another timeline, an ordinary scientist was about to touch upon the secrets that would change the universe; the meditation of a supreme being had just touched upon the source of the laws...

With a single thought, he could make that divine war never happen, nullify the scientists' inspiration, and plunge the meditation of the supreme being into eternal nothingness.

He can modify the cosmological constant, making the speed of light as slow as a snail's pace, and causing gravity to repel each other; he can create laws that have never existed before, making "fire is cold" and "time can be tasted" new realities; he can also instantly erase all traces of an existence, denying any setting that it ever "existed" from its very origin, as if it had never been born.

This modification is not an overlay of energy, but a complete subversion and reshaping from the level of "setting" and from the foundation of logic.

For him, the omnipotent universe was already a "setting book" that he could freely modify, add, or delete chapters from.

In the hazy, gray space that seemed to hold the secrets of all origins, Chang Wei was not alone.

Several hazy figures, like silhouettes that have existed since time immemorial, float in the immeasurable "distant place".

Their forms are indistinct, as if they were composed of flowing nebulae, rotating singularities, or pure conceptual light and shadow.

The moment Chang Wei pierced through the membrane of the omnipotent universe, these shadows, which had been dormant for countless epochs, seemed to be disturbed by the birth of some being of the same level.

Several indescribable "gazes" crossed the physical distance and landed on Chang Wei.

That was scrutiny, confirmation, carrying a hint of ancient indifference and understanding.

Their gazes met briefly, but no information was exchanged before the hazy figures fell silent once more, as if they had never moved, continuing their timeless vigil.

Only one entity reacted completely differently.

An enormous, unimaginably large golden face slowly emerged from the gray "above".

It is not a physical entity, but rather a manifestation of some supreme will.

The face had hard, ancient lines, and its eyes were tightly closed, as if it contained the power to create the world. When Chang Wei's gaze fell on this golden face, those eyes slowly opened.

There were no pupils, only two pure golden rays, like two primordial singularities that were giving birth to countless universes.

In an instant, an indescribable pressure spread out.

This oppressive aura is not a forceful pressure, but rather a crushing sense of being on a higher level, like a two-dimensional being suddenly confronting the true face of a three-dimensional creator, giving rise to a profound sense of insignificance stemming from the very nature of life.

Chang Wei felt a barely perceptible "fluctuation" in his newly solidified transcendental existence under this gaze.

The gray space seemed to produce countless tiny, fleeting cracks the moment the face opened its eyes, from which flowed a color of "nothingness" that was neither light nor darkness.

The eye contact lasted for what seemed like an instant, yet also like an eternity.

Those golden eyes were as deep as the ultimate abyss, calm and still, yet they seemed to reflect every particle trajectory, every power leap, every moment of devouring and evolution that Chang Wei had experienced since his birth, and even contained the boundless "future" possibilities that he now held after surpassing the omnipotent universe level.

This is a silent, thorough insight.

Finally, the enormous golden face nodded very slightly.

The magnitude of the change was so small that, given Wei's current level of power, it would be almost imperceptible.

This nod was devoid of any emotional fluctuation, showing neither welcome nor rejection; it was more like a procedural "record" being completed, a "stamp" confirming an established fact.

Then, those eyes, brimming with boundless power, slowly closed, and the golden face, as if it had never existed, silently disappeared into the gray background of origin, leaving only the vast and boundless silence to once again envelop everything.

"TOAA...!"

This name was not heard by the ears, nor read by the mind, but rather, in the instant Chang Wei met the golden face, it was like the first law at the birth of the universe, naturally and irresistibly imprinted on the very core of his being.

All information then became clear—the creator of the omnipotent universe, the absolute master of the Living Tribunal, the ultimate source that transcends all existence, non-existence, concepts, and logic…OAA (One-Above-All)!
His appearance was solely for the purpose of "acknowledgment".

It is acknowledged that a new being has been born, one who can be on the same "level" as Him.

This acknowledgment itself is the highest form of recognition, and also the ultimate form of indifference.

At the level of TOAA, communication is meaningless; He is "all," and understanding itself is a limitation on Him.

His closed eyes and eternal sleep were not a sign of indifference, but rather a sign that Changwei's existence, like the other hazy figures in this gray space, had become part of the "background," an eternal "constant" that no longer needed special attention.

Chang Wei withdrew his gaze and stared again at the omnipotent cosmic egg floating in his palm.

An unprecedented clarity and tranquility replaced the excitement of the breakthrough moment.

TOAA's "acknowledgment" is like the removal of a final seal, and also like the marking of a final boundary.

He fully realized his current state of being—beyond the omnipotent universe level.

He is no longer bound by any rules, logic, or power system within the Marvel Omniverse.

He is the observer, the creator, the setter, and the variable that exists "outside" him.

With another thought, inside the omnipotent cosmic egg in his palm, a tiny galaxy that had just been completely erased by a certain group of cosmic gods due to an experimental failure, with even its timeline being completely incinerated, instantly returned to its original state.

The civilization on that blue planet in the galaxy continues to operate according to its pre-erased trajectory, completely unaware that it, along with the entire galaxy, has just undergone a complete "deletion" and "reboot".

This is not time reversal, nor is it a parallel universe replacement; rather, Chang Wei directly rewrote back the deleted "fact" from the perspective of the "existence" setting.

He slightly closed his mental "palm," and the egg of the omnipotent universe silently disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Chang Wei's existence at this moment is truly independent of that gray, cold, and silent Origin Space. He, along with those hazy figures that appear and disappear, eternal like the cosmic background radiation, and TOAA who sleeps with his eyes closed in the endless grayness, together constitute the ultimate picture of this "beyond everything"—an eternal "constant set" composed of transcendent beings.

The end of evolution is not the end of power. The accumulation of power has its limits. The true end is a complete shift in perspective. It's from a pawn to a player; from a character in a story to the author who writes it; from a follower of the rules to the setter. The frenzied path of devouring and accumulating points has now come to an end. Ahead lies no longer a ladder to climb, but an endless, eternally solitary stage belonging to the transcendent, and on this stage, infinite possibilities for boundless creation. The true beginning has now commenced. He is no longer a pursuer, but an explorer, a creator.

【Ding! 】

A familiar yet abrupt notification sound, carrying a certain mechanical quality, rang out without warning in Chang Wei's consciousness core, which was already as clear as the origin of the universe.

The very form in which this sound exists carries a sense of "baseness" that is incompatible with this primordial space that transcends everything.

[New global fluctuations detected...]

[Anchoring started... Consumption calculation in progress...]

[Energy level required for anchoring: ∞ (infinite) evolution points...]

[Confirm consumption of ∞ Evolution Points, anchor target: Marvel Universe?]

Chang Wei's mind, which had just been immersed in eternal solitude and the joy of creation, was abruptly disrupted by this sudden, extremely "down-to-earth" system notification.

He paused for a moment, then an extremely complex and indescribable emotion welled up inside him, ultimately culminating in a silent, absurd murmur:

"Huh? No way... I just reached the finish line, and I haven't even warmed my seat yet. And here we go again? And anchored... in the Marvel Omniverse? I can now use my own power to travel to any unknown universe beyond this gray origin, even one that has just emerged from chaos, in the blink of an eye! No matter what world I go to, with my current status, I'll be at the ceiling, I'll be the creator, wouldn't that mean..."

A fleeting worry, stemming from a life instinct, about the potential boredom that "invincibility" might bring, briefly crossed my mind.

However, this worry was instantly replaced by a larger, deeper, and more... mischievous curiosity and desire to explore.

It's a playful spirit that transcends everything, belonging to those who transcend.

A barely perceptible upward curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, a silent smile, tinged with a hint of wickedness yet brimming with boundless anticipation, echoing deep within his consciousness:
"Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

"Yeah, right! Boring? Impossible!"

"A delightful trip... a truly spontaneous trip, where I can write whatever script I want to see... this is just the beginning!"

(End of this chapter)