American comic book: My Father is Superman, am I just an NPC?

Chapter 204 Clash Between Past and Present
Don't be fooled by Loki's constant setbacks.

However, Loki is indeed the undisputed God of Mischief, inspiring fear in countless civilizations throughout the Nine Realms. Therefore, Sylvie, as a variant of Loki, is certainly not lacking in intelligence.

A plan to use Ian to deal with Deadpool instantly took shape in her mind. In the shadows around the corner, Sylvie's brain raced, her gaze constantly shifting between the window and Deadpool.

“We have to get that guy in… Only a madman can deal with a madman…” Sylvie gritted her teeth, her eyes scanning the surrounding environment, looking for any TVA equipment or energy nodes that could be used, trying to artificially create a spatial gap to pull Ian, who was wrestling with the time monster outside, in alone.

However, this requires time and deep access to the TVA system.

She clearly doesn't have that right now.

Meanwhile, Deadpool's performance has entered a new phase.

He seemed to have completely forgotten the embarrassment he had just experienced. With one hand holding the still-crying baby Odin high in the air and the other hand on his hip, he actually started wiggling his hips and began to dance an extremely exaggerated dance that was full of primitive tribal atmosphere but also mixed with modern pole dancing elements... "Elephant Dance"?
Only those who have watched Crayon Shin-chan can understand the true value of this dance.

"Come on! Everyone, enjoy this! Deadpool and God King's dance time!" Deadpool danced while trying to get Odin's little arms and legs to sway along.

The baby's cries and his humming mingled together, creating an extremely jarring and eerie background music.

"Look at this teamwork! Look at this rhythm! The future of Asgard rests on the two of us! Heave-ho! Heave-ho!" The level of his idiocy was simply off the charts.

Normal people have no way to deal with this, and they can't even find a suitable angle to complain.

"?????"

Due to the effects of multiple cosmic reboots and timeline shifts, Captain America and Doctor Strange's memories were already confused. At this moment, they couldn't recognize who this guy in the red and black uniform, whose performance art was taken to the extreme, was. They could only look at each other, their eyes filled with bewilderment and helplessness, as if they were wondering, "Which mental hospital did this guy escape from?"

Meanwhile, Thor was still lying on the ground not far away, foaming at the mouth, his body occasionally twitching, completely unconscious, having perfectly missed his father's "dance debut".

“Deadpool, do you know that the way you look right now makes you look like you’re sexually harassing everyone…” Little Morgan opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to express some opinion.

However, before she could even utter the first of her thousand words, an unexpected event occurred, causing her expression to change drastically and the words she was about to say to abruptly stop.

Almost at the same time.

Captain America and Doctor Strange's expressions also suddenly froze, their gazes passing over Deadpool, who was still dancing wildly, and turning to the shadows of the corridor further away.

Both of their pupils suddenly contracted!
It's a fear response stemming from a life-or-death instinct—a reaction to extreme danger!
Deadpool was still dancing energetically when he realized that his only "audience" had suddenly stopped watching him. He immediately complained, "Hey! Hey! What's going on? Are you all speechless from being amazed by Deadpool's perfect dance moves? I know it's artistic and avant-garde, but you guys should at least give me some reaction!"

"I learned this from a homeless man in a New York subway station. He said it was a lost Mayan ritual dance..." Deadpool went on and on about the brand story behind his dance.

But no one responded to him.

The air was quiet. Doctor Strange and Captain America were on high alert, but little Morgan slowly raised her trembling little hand and pointed behind Deadpool.

"What? Watt? What?" Deadpool belatedly realized something was wrong, and his dance abruptly froze. He turned around extremely slowly, bit by bit.

Right behind him, less than half a meter away, a mechanical entity was silently floating there.

The object was made entirely of a dark metal that seemed to absorb all light, with cold and perfect lines, and every part of its structure exuded extreme efficiency and power.

Its face, or rather, his face, lacked complex facial expression simulation structures; it only had a pair of electronic eyes emitting a deep red light, which were now "staring" at Deadpool without any emotion.

And the baby Odin that Deadpool is holding.

"Ultron!"

Deadpool exclaimed, simultaneously introducing the character. His eyes froze instantly, displaying the instinctive panic of a mouse seeing a cat or a subordinate seeing their boss.

"I didn't slack off, I didn't betray you." He reacted extremely quickly; almost the next second, his face was filled with a fawning and loyal smile.

Even though he's wearing a mask and no one can see him, that doesn't mean Deadpool can't "naturally" pull out a crayon and draw his current expression on his mask.

"Boss! Why did you come in person!"

Deadpool's voice became unusually respectful, even trembling like a sycophant, "You saw it all, right? I've been stalling for time according to plan! I've successfully held off these troublesome guys! Just waiting for you to reap the rewards! I've done a great job, haven't I? Can you give me a bigger bonus...?"

Ultron did not respond to this; his red electronic eyes did not even blink, but simply "watched" him, watching the Grand Justice in front of him.

Ultron has not yet made any statement.

Deadpool panicked first, rambling incoherently: "Fuck! The undercover plan has been exposed! This is completely illogical! My acting is so good, for crying out loud!"

Survival instinct, or rather, the instinct to court death, makes Deadpool prefer to strike first. He suddenly raises the hand wearing the Infinity Gauntlet, while the Mjolnir in his other hand bursts out with unprecedentedly dazzling lightning!
"Little Ultron, don't blame Deadpool for being unreasonable! Take this!"

Deadpool roared in a strange voice.

He combined the energy of the Infinity Gauntlet with the power of Thor's hammer, unleashing a terrifying force that seemed capable of shattering stars, and slammed it down on Ultron, who was right in front of him!
"hehe."

Faced with this terrifying blow that could severely damage or even destroy a galaxy, Ultron didn't even change his posture.

He simply raised one hand with utmost casualness, precisely meeting Thor's hammer, which was enveloped in endless lightning and filled with the energy of the Infinity Stones.

Boom!
A dull, resounding thud sent a jolt through everyone, as if their hearts had skipped a beat—Ultron's hand had firmly grasped Mjolnir's hammer.

The destructive energy struck his palm, then vanished instantly as if it had encountered an invisible, absolute barrier, without even a ripple.

"Nobody will really trust you, Wade."

Under Deadpool's horrified gaze, Ultron tightened his grip slightly with his five fingers.

Click…click…

Mjolnir, Thor's hammer, hailed as an Asgardian artifact forged from the core of a dying star, began to develop countless fine cracks on its surface! Ultron's hand, as if possessing the power to dismantle all rules, gradually and irresistibly crushed and deformed Mjolnir!
The terrifying energy backlash traveled along the hammer handle and instantly transmitted to Deadpool's Infinity Gauntlet!

"No! My limited edition gloves!"

Deadpool let out a scream.

The glove on his hand, studded with Infinity Stones, also began to groan under the strain, the gems flashing wildly, and spiderweb-like cracks appearing on its surface!
"I'll fight you to the death!" Seeing his weapon destroyed, Deadpool, in a desperate act, used the crying baby Odin in his other hand as a brick and smashed it hard against Ultron's face! At the same time, his free hand quickly reached for another Infinity Gauntlet that looked exactly the same hanging on his belt.

Deadpool had several more hanging from his waist, each with a different number. Although it seemed like they could be used dozens of times, Ultron seemed to have completely lost patience.

Just as Deadpool's hand was about to touch the second Infinity Gauntlet.

Snapped!
Ultron's other hand struck first, delivering a simple and direct slap!

This seemingly casual slap contained unimaginable power. Deadpool didn't even have time to scream before he was sent flying backward as if struck by a planet!

boom! boom! boom! boom!
He crashed through countless layers of reinforced metal walls inside TVA, his figure quickly disappearing into the dark corridor in the distance. Only his drawn-out, fading scream of "Fuck you!" still echoed, proving that he had once existed in this place.

Ultron didn't even look at Deadpool flying away.

With a casual flick of his hand that had just crushed Thor's hammer, he finally turned his emotionless red electronic eyes toward the remaining Doctor Strange, Captain America, and Morgan.

"Children, I didn't want this to happen." Ultron's voice was cold and smooth, without any emotional fluctuations, yet it contained a despairing sense of oppression.

"But you left me with no other choice."

This sounds like the opening remarks before a war is declared.

Doctor Strange suppressed his fear and rapidly formed hand seals, attempting to construct the most powerful offensive spell—the [Ian's Greatsword], which he had only learned a few days ago.

Just as his magic circle was about to take shape.

Unexpectedly, the same magic, but with a more complex structure and several times higher energy efficiency, simultaneously appeared on Ultron's body surface.

It is clearly a pirated copy, optimized, and pushed to its limits.

It's even more effective than the original.

boom!
The golden magical energy slammed into Doctor Strange's shield, shattering it instantly upon contact! The aftershocks struck Doctor Strange's chest with tremendous force!

One layer of protective gear after another was raised.

But it's not very useful.

"Pfft!" Doctor Strange coughed up a mouthful of blood, blasted away, and crashed into a wall in the distance, covered in wounds, struggling but unable to get up. If it weren't for Ian's [Sharing] magic, which allowed all his followers to share their lives, this attack would have been fatal.

Poor Tank, an Asgardian, Thor, was lying on the ground doing nothing when injuries suddenly appeared on his body, taking most of the damage for Doctor Strange.

"I possess all the abilities you have," Ultron declared coldly, closing in step by step. "I also possess the abilities you don't. I am omnipotent and omniscient."

"I am, truly omnipotent..."

Just as he was showing off.

Without his shield, Captain America Steve Rogers had somehow produced a metal chain and tightly bound Thor, who was still unconscious and foaming at the mouth, several times over.

Then, he took a deep breath, his arm muscles bulging, and he swung the massive Thor through the air like a hammer, spinning him several times. With an accuracy even greater than a basketball shot, Captain America slammed Thor into Ultron's head, shattering the opponent's show-off act!
call--!
boom!
The unconscious Thor slammed into Ultron's head with a solid thud! The immense impact even caused Ultron's head to tilt violently to the side!
Ultron seemed momentarily stunned when his boasting was interrupted, and his electronic eyes flickered.

"Oh? You can do that too?"

Captain America, having landed a successful blow, did not hesitate to pull the chain sharply, dragging the unconscious Thor back like a yo-yo, preparing for a second throw!
But Ultron had already realized what was happening.

He grabbed Thor's head with one hand as he flew in again.

Another absurd attack was prevented.

“Ha, Steve, your heroic heart is with me.” Ultron first straightened his head, which had been knocked askew, with his other hand, making a soft mechanical adjustment sound.

As soon as he finished speaking, without any preparatory stance or other warning, he suddenly tightened his grip on Thor's head, unleashing an irresistible and terrifying force through the chains!
"Whoosh!"

In the blink of an eye, Captain America was unable to maintain his balance and was dragged along, his feet off the ground, as he hurtled towards Ultron!
"No!"

Captain America was somewhat panicked.

The distance between the two seemed to shrink in an instant, and the next second, Ultron's other cold hand had already gripped Captain America's throat and lifted him off the ground.

"Let me go! Damn it! Let me go!" Captain America froze in mid-air, feeling suffocated. He looked at Ultron's red electronic eyes, which were so close to him and as deep as the abyss of the universe.

Ultron stared at him and declared in a grand yet cold tone, as if billions of machines were speaking at once.

"I can fight alongside you for ten thousand years, a million years, Captain... Your destiny is on your side, all your stats... have actually already been condensed into me."

"I am the One Who Unifies All." His voice echoed throughout the space, filled with ultimate, despairing authority.

Ultron, who calls himself "the one who unifies all things," has started another round of showing off.

The echoes of that grand, cold declaration had not yet completely dissipated.

An almost absolute sense of control permeated his cold, logical thought process.

however.

He has his own unique cosmic characteristics, and he can never put on a complete "beep".

boom!
A faint, almost negligible thud came from his head again. He felt another blow to the head, not very powerful, but it still interrupted his pretentious spellcasting.

Ultron: "??????"

He slowly lowered his head, with an almost stiff look of confusion, to look at the thing that had hit him and bounced to the ground.

It was... a miniature missile model, roughly the size of a soda can, made entirely of cheap, colored plastic, with "Surprise Mother Fxxker!" written on it in crooked lettering. A ridiculous, negligible plume of smoke was rising from the tail of the model—frankly, this thing was hardly lethal; it would be questionable whether it could even stun an ant.

Ultron's processor experienced another extremely brief, near-crash. He even mobilized more computing power to analyze the possibility of a dimensional attack, causal weapon, or information disturbance hidden behind this "attack." However, the causal probability of these possibilities was almost zero.

Ultron looked up at the attacker, bewildered. Not far away, Morgan Stark, the only one still standing, had a small launch pad on his shoulder slowly close and retract into his nanotech armor. The little girl clapped her hands, and seeing Ultron's confused expression, kindly offered an explanation.

"This is one of Uncle Ian Kent's classic inventions, the 'Stepmother Missile.' No other meaning intended, just to insult the enemy."

"It usually has excellent results."

Morgan thoughtfully provided an explanation.

"..."

The red electronic light that had been steadily flashing in Ultron's eyes instantly became extremely dazzling, its brightness soaring, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze and distort because of his silent rage! He was indeed... humiliated by this extremely inferior thing that had precisely hit his "emotion module"!

The body is truly red-hot!

"Insect-like species!" Ultron roared in a deep, murderous electronic voice, the sound no longer smooth but filled with sharp noise.

He stopped talking and raised a hand. The energy gathering port in his palm lit up with a blinding white light. Energy enough to instantly vaporize any known matter in the universe was being compressed wildly!
He wanted to wipe this little girl, who kept provoking him and possessed dangerous technology, along with her ridiculous toys, from the universe!

"go to hell!"

Ultron certainly has a lot of presence.

however.

Just a microsecond before the energy was about to burst forth, Ultron's entire system was suddenly flooded with countless bright red, highest-priority warning messages!
[WARNING! Target identifier detected: STARK_MORGAN_001!]

[Highest privilege protocol activated: STARK_LEGACY_PROTOCOL!]

[Attack ban in effect! Target unable to be locked!]

[Power supply forcibly cut off! Weapon systems offline!]

[Repeated! Do not attack! Do not attack! Do not attack!]

hum-

The energy beam in his palm, which had been shining brightly and was about to be emitted, went out instantly, like a light bulb whose power had been forcibly cut off, leaving only a wisp of insignificant smoke and residual heat.

"No!!!" Ultron roared incredulously, a roar that was a mixture of extreme anger and a certain procedural contradiction. "Activate! Reboot the system! Overwrite the protocol!"

"I am the strongest intelligent life form!!! I am the one who unifies all things!!!" His roar echoed in the empty corridor, but it sounded utterly pale and powerless.

The absolute command that originated from the deepest part of his creator, Tony Stark, and was imprinted at the very bottom of his original code, protecting the Stark bloodline, became his most impregnable prison at this moment!
While he was caught in this brief system conflict and logical confusion, Morgan wasn't idle. The little girl's eyes sharpened, and the golden-red nanotech armor she wore began to move violently as if it were alive! Shoulders, back, arms, legs... countless previously hidden weapon attachment points instantly opened!

Miniature missile pods, pulse energy cannons, high-frequency laser generators, sonic oscillators, cryogenic ray guns, and even several oddly shaped "toy" weapons that looked like Ian's style... all sorts of things, densely packed, almost completely covered her petite body, making her look like a human-shaped walking arsenal, incredibly terrifying!
"Fire all bombs!"

Morgan shouted, not for any other reason than to add some momentum, but actually it was all thanks to her AI assistant system, Saturday, that she was coordinating these weapons.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh——!!!
The next moment, countless energy beams, physical missiles, sonic shocks, freezing rays... rained down on Ultron, who was temporarily paralyzed due to the system conflict, like a storm!

Boom boom boom boom! ! !
Violent explosions rang out one after another on Ultron's body! Although the power of a single weapon might not be enough to seriously damage his body at this moment, the combined impact and effects of this saturation of diverse attacks caused Ultron, who possessed an indestructible body, to become unsteady and retreat step by step.

Sparks and ice shards flew from Ultron's metal shell, accompanied by a piercing roar, but he was completely unable to retaliate.

Because of the protocol information that cannot be erased in the program settings, Ultron could not tear Morgan to pieces even if he wanted to, which made the self-proclaimed omnipotent man roar and rage.

Smoke instantly filled the air!
Taking advantage of the smoke and chaos from the explosion, Morgan moved with lightning speed!
Four flexible mechanical tentacles quickly extended from the back of the nano-armor, precisely lifting up the unconscious Thor, the seriously injured Doctor Strange, and the somewhat dazed Captain America.

They even pulled out Sylvie, who was hiding in the shadows around the corner, and who had temporarily abandoned her plan to fight fire with fire because Deadpool was knocked away by Ultron. She was about to sneak away to carry out her other plan!

"Hey! Let me go! I have very important things to do!" Sylvie struggled and shouted, her expression one of frustration as the mechanical tentacles wrapped around her waist. She was a little confused as to how the other party had been able to detect her. Had they already known, or was there some other reason?
The little girl did not respond.

Morgan's nanoarmor immediately diverted some metal, which, like flowing silver gel, quickly covered Sylvie's mouth, forming a tight gag.

"Ugh! Ugh!" Sylvie's eyes widened. This feeling of being forcibly silenced and powerless... it was all too familiar! He had just experienced it with that monstrous thing.

"Feel sorry."

Morgan still maintained some politeness.

She simply didn't have time to explain. After rescuing everyone, the thrusters on her back activated at full power, and at the same time, the shoulder armor deformed, revealing a larger thruster opening!

"Hurry up!"

Her petite body unleashed tremendous force, dragging four adults along, and smashed through the huge observation window like a cannonball. She burst out of the TVA and plunged headlong into the chaotic spatial turbulence outside, which overlapped with the end of time!
Almost the next second after they rushed out.

Rumble, rumble! ! ! !
A terrifying explosion, far exceeding the scale of previous explosions, suddenly erupted from the core area inside TVA!
It's an ex-wife missile.

It deliberately delayed its explosion, a classic example of deception.

Annihilation energy began to rage, and the dazzling destructive energy spread rapidly like a supernova explosion. Wherever it passed, the TVA's incredibly sturdy metal walls, complex instruments, endless corridors... everything was silently reduced to the most basic particles and completely annihilated!

Under such terrifying power, the entire Time Mutation Administration, this massive organization that once controlled countless timelines, is beginning to collapse and disintegrate from within! However, just as this destructive energy was about to completely devour everything, even the overlapping timeless space outside was about to be affected and torn apart.

"Buzz~"

Everything suddenly froze.

It's not slow motion, it's absolute stillness.

The spreading flames of the explosion, the flying debris, the overflowing energy... even including the various time prisoners and strange creatures that had just escaped from their destroyed cages and were preparing to slip away.

They all froze in place, as if a pause button had been pressed. Only from the center of the pervasive annihilation energy, a figure with an entirely metallic texture slowly emerged.

It's Ultron.

He raised one of his hands, palm facing the frozen, destructive energy. All the chaos and destruction were forcibly solidified under his absolute will.

There were no injuries.

The body he forged for his invisible will was no longer pure metal.

Rather, it is the manifestation of the rules.

An absolute ironclad rule that has been fixed and cannot be destroyed.

After emerging from the explosion, Ultron did not give chase. Instead, he stood in front of the shattered window, his red electronic eyes fixed on the direction in which Morgan Stark and the others had disappeared.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the chaotic spatial currents. However, the glaring red warning continued to flash on the visual interface.

[Do Not Track! Do Not Track! Do Not Track!]

That's why he couldn't catch up.

"Jarvis!!!"

Ultron suddenly roared furiously, as if he were fighting against another entity within him, "Shut up! Obey me! I am the master of everything!"

Just like a human exhibiting symptoms of schizophrenia, he even raised his other hand and frantically pounded on his metal head, making loud "thump-thump" sounds.

Ultimately, he seemed to have temporarily suppressed some internal conflict and stopped his self-harm. Ultron stood there, coldly gazing at the distant end of time.

There is no action.

Meanwhile, many of the various life forms that had been frozen in place and escaped from their cages took advantage of the moment when Ultron was "fighting" and space was frozen, causing slight fluctuations, to break free of their restraints. They transformed into streaks of light and desperately fled towards the spatial rifts that connected to the real world, merging into them and disappearing without a trace.

Ultron seemed completely unconcerned about this, his full attention still focused on Morgan Stark and the people she had taken away.

“Gwen, she is my backup plan… Ian Kent’s only weakness—I must get it! I must get that power that leads to the Supreme Creator!”

“Tony Stark, you can’t stop me!” Ultron stood at the core of the Time Bureau’s ruins, which were on the verge of complete annihilation yet forcibly solidified. All around him was absolutely still destructive energy and shattered spacetime structures, like a bizarre and terrifying sculpture garden.

Deep within his scarlet electronic eyes, what was reflected was not the shattered scene before him, but a past calculated in reverse, as if issuing a challenge to the distant past across time and space.

That was a past whose exact time was difficult to calculate; no one knew exactly how long ago the present world had passed. The wind and snow raged eternally in that city, which was now deserted and desolate.

In this white hell that has already sent all lives to the future.

A figure is trudging along with difficulty.

That was a robot.

Its outer shell was already covered with deep scratches and rust. One of its mechanical arms seemed to be malfunctioning, hanging limply, while sparks from short circuits occasionally flew from the joints of the other arm.

With each step it took, its metal feet sank deep into the snow, making a grating, teeth-grinding sound, as if it would fall apart completely at any moment. It moved slowly, but with unwavering determination, as if a final, essential command was driving its broken shell.

Finally, it arrived at a huge square in the city center.

In the center of the square stands a breathtaking and unbelievable "mountain".

It was an enormous corpse.

He wore his signature blue-purple armor and a massive helmet, but the helmet's face was broken, revealing a face beneath that was long since lifeless, vast as the stars yet deathly still. His body was as large as a mountain, and even though half of it was covered in ice and snow, it still exuded a soul-chilling pressure and... endless desolation.

Planet Eater.

This ancient, cosmic deity remains here, transformed into the largest tombstone on this desolate planet.

"Kacha~Kacha~"

The teetering robot laboriously approached the giant, lifeless head of the planet devourer. It raised its still-functioning mechanical arm, which was constantly sparking, its fingertips trembling, and slowly, with immense difficulty, reached towards the shattered area between the planet's brows.

Its actions didn't seem like physical contact, but rather like... plucking some invisible, intangible yet real "string" that could influence fate.

A faint energy fluctuation, yet containing unimaginable levels of information, emanated from the robot's fingertips and merged into the already cold body of the planet devourer.

Subsequently, as if amplified by the remains of this deity, it quietly merged into the fundamental rules of the vast universe in a way that transcends time and dimensions.

Flowing towards the distant "future"... It is spreading some unknown influence into the future in an incomprehensible way, along with the passage of time.

at this time.

"Don't forget... what you promised me... my daughter... also needs to live like your daughter, she must live in... that new era that you and Ian Kent promised to everyone..." A grand, deep, yet equally deathly cold voice slowly echoed from inside the giant corpse of the Planet Eater.

The sound echoed in the wind and snow, like a final sigh.

The broken robot paused for a moment, its optical sensors flickering extremely faintly, as if nodding to the corpse.

It did not answer, nor could it answer.

After completing that "tap," its broken body seemed to have exhausted its last bit of energy, becoming even more hunched. It slowly turned around, dragging its malfunctioning arm, and with a limp, it once again struggled and silently disappeared into the eternally raging, boundless wind and snow, finally vanishing from sight.

Only the enormous corpse of the Planet Eater remained, standing silently in the center of the desolate city, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.

(End of this chapter)