Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 162 Fighting to the End of the Multiverse

Cissell: "Nolan surrendered?"

On the edge of the White House battlefield, Cissell looked out at the small, blurry mountain in outer space, its outline barely visible, and spoke to Donald through his earpiece to confirm the situation on the other side.

"Yes, Immortal said that shortly after Omniscient and Mark left the base, they suddenly gave up resistance and chose to surrender. He—he subtly expressed his suspicions to me."

As Donald's voice reached her ears, the sky above Cecily suddenly flashed with the figures of superheroes again. The chase between the superheroes, led by Superman, and Tula had returned to the skies above the White House.

After smoothing the sparse, withered, old hair on his head, Cisel sighed and, unusually, spoke in human language.

"He must be feeling terrible. Maybe it's because Nolan's alien identity allows him to live a long life, and he always considered Nolan a friend, only to encounter something like this."

"Yes, Chief, Yong Shengxia is visibly much more dejected. Should I go and say a few words to comfort him?"

"If your appeasement works, then you should be the one to take over my position as director. Just do your job, Donald."

"Yes, Director. By the way, the orbital monitoring system has detected an unprecedented energy response, this time in the Sahara Desert."

Cecilia's lips twitched. She felt like she'd heard the words before. She glanced up at Tula, who had already been subdued, and then looked down to tell Donald.

"Send me over, I'll go check the situation myself. I haven't seen that old bastard Locke yet, it's probably him."

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No sooner had he finished speaking than Cecil was taken away by a beam of white light, successfully allowing taxpayers to collect $500 million in taxes.

The eerie blue teleportation light had just dissipated at the edge of the desert when, before Cecil could even smooth out the wrinkles in his custom-made suit caused by the teleportation energy, a blizzard of yellow sand lashed his face. Caught off guard, he was shoved in the face by sand.

He awkwardly turned his head away, spitting several times to clean the sand from his mouth, the bitter, earthy taste of the sand still lingering on his tongue.

Before he could even complain, the surrounding temperature plummeted at an illogical speed.

One second it was the scorching heat of the desert, hot enough to fry an egg, and the next second a bone-chilling cold crept up the hem of the suit trousers, and even breaths instantly turned into white mist.

This is not the kind of low temperature you'd expect in the desert at night. Even the coldest polar nights in the dead of winter don't necessarily feel this bone-chilling.

Cecil froze abruptly, staring intently at his surroundings. The once boundless golden sand dunes had now completely transformed into a vast, frozen glacier. The sand beneath his feet had turned into hard blue ice, and even the wind had changed from a hot, sandy wind to a biting, polar wind that stung his cheeks.

If it weren't for the lingering bitterness of sand on his tongue, he would have suspected that the teleportation had malfunctioned and thrown him directly onto the ice fields of the North and South Poles.

Before Cecil could recover from this mind-blowing environmental change, a devastating shockwave erupted from the depths of the glacier, whipping up a fierce wind that slammed into him with ice shards, causing his crisp suit to flutter wildly.

He looked in the direction of the deafening explosion that nearly shattered his eardrums, and saw in the very center of the vast glacier a pitch-black humanoid creature engaged in a deadly battle with a colossal monster as majestic as a mountain, a battle powerful enough to tear the earth apart.

No, it shouldn't be called a battle, because no matter how hard the ferocious giant tried, he couldn't break through the black humanoid creature's defense. He just stood there, casually stretching out his hand to set up a defense. Just by looking at his stance, Cecilia knew that the opponent was terrifyingly strong.

His opponent, the ferocious giant, also gave him a sense of oppression that surpassed Nolan and the immortal, even more powerful than the form in which Locke beat up Nolan that day.

Recalling Locke's feat that day, Cisel noticed a familiar symbol on the black humanoid creature's chest and instantly realized that this guy was Locke.

After all, aside from the day he beat up Nolan, he had a record of every time Locke transformed. Although they were all different forms, they all had the same characteristic, which was the mark of 0mnitri, such as the fluttering moth that killed the elephant man.

Yes, that day, Cecily even paid for their errand service with his own salary, without going through the Defense Bureau's account.

Each of Omepotus's devastating attacks blasted open spiderweb-like rifts in the millennia-old ice plains, unleashing blizzards and gales carrying sharp ice shards, the winds so fierce they nearly blew people away.

Realizing it was Locke, Cisel gritted his teeth, bent over, and desperately tried to resist the oncoming icy wind, straining to move forward a few more steps. But the limits of his mortal body were so vulnerable in the face of this level of combat. Every inch he moved forward was met with a violent shockwave that made his chest feel tight and caused him to stagger backward. The biting cold wind filled his lungs, causing him pain so intense that he could barely breathe. He was unable to get any closer to the battlefield.

Realizing he couldn't withstand it, Cisel completely gave up the idea of ​​teleportation. He could only clench his hands tightly around his mouth, facing the howling blizzard that could swallow up all sound, and roar Locke's name with all his might.

Within Locke's consciousness, Belicas relentlessly spewed trash talk at him, but Locke completely ignored him, letting it go in one ear and out the other, merely passing through his smooth cerebral cortex before disappearing.

However, Selena reminded the other party of Cisel's matter. Locke took a moment to glance at Cisel, sighed, and softened his heart.

Immediately, a cold voice, carrying absolute control, resounded once again in the depths of Omipotus's mind without warning: "Let's continue in another place. This time, I hope you can last a little longer."

Under Omega's astonished gaze, Superman X, who had been standing still and only defending, finally moved. He threw a seemingly ordinary punch at Omega.

From Cecilia's perspective, the entire world seemed to freeze completely the moment that punch landed.

Time, the howling wind and snow, and even the violent energy shockwaves were all frozen in mid-air.

A bottomless, pitch-black crack slowly spread from under Superman X's fist, and the glacier beneath his feet, the sky above his head, and everything around him shattered like a mirror that had been smashed open.

Countless prism-like fragments float in the stagnant spacetime, each reflecting a completely different scene: some are burning galaxies, some are desolate civilizations, and some are completely different pasts and futures in countless parallel worlds.

After a moment of dizziness and disorientation, Cissell snapped back to reality, and the world before her eyes returned to normal.

The glacier remained a glacier, and the hot winds of the distant desert still churned, but the two figures that had just been wreaking havoc, along with the deafening explosion, had all vanished without a trace.

There was only deathly silence in the world; even the wind had stopped, and only the soft rustling of falling ice shards remained.

Sissel stood on the strange glacier that had appeared out of nowhere in the desert, stunned for a long time, before finally letting out a long sigh.

He trembled as he pulled a rolled-up cigarette from his pocket, his fingers shaking several times before he finally lit it with a lighter. The acrid smoke made his throat tighten, and he slowly exhaled a puff of pale blue smoke, his voice hoarse with the shock of surviving a disaster and an overwhelming sense of awe: "Damn it—this bastard really wasn't lying. He really does have the ability to rule the entire universe."

"Omegatus?"

Rudy's synthesized mechanical voice was smooth and even, and the optical lens flickered slightly, reflecting a cold, hard light in the red sandstorm.

Allen: "That's right, the world shaper, and also a born destroyer, a monster whose ultimate goal is to destroy parallel worlds of all dimensions and reconstruct a universe that belongs only to him. He is also a terrifying being that can draw power from every civilization's destruction and world's collapse to become infinitely stronger."

In this parallel world desert ravaged by catastrophe, gale-force winds whip sand and gravel across jagged black rocks, leaving only boundless desolation between heaven and earth.

As the sole survivor of a cataclysmic event in another world, Aaron, who has broken through dimensional barriers through endless evolution and can even freely traverse the entire multiverse, stands atop a sand dune, clearly explaining to Rudy, the robot of this universe, the reasons for recruiting him, and the enemy they will face together, an enemy capable of devouring all worlds.

"According to the records he left behind, he was reborn after death and, with the help of one of your counterparts' technology, has since destroyed seven complete worlds, including my original universe." The seven-colored crystal luster flowing around Allen flickered in the wind and sand.

"Initially, each time he traveled through a parallel universe, he would consume a huge amount of energy that was almost depleted. But now, he can sweep away one parallel world after another without any burden. His growth rate far exceeds our predictions."

Rudy's body tilted slightly, the optical lens locking firmly onto Allen, and with the precision and scrutiny characteristic of a robot, he coldly retorted, "Then why me of all people? Is it simply because I'm one of the very few in the entire multiverse who chose to use Mark Grayson's Witrum genes to create a completely new body for myself?"

The moment the words left their mouths, the two had already passed through the howling sandstorm and stood before the entrance to an ancient tomb buried deep beneath the desert. The tomb entrance was covered with long-lost alien runes, which gleamed with a deathly luster in the dim light of the day.

Allen raised his hand to bring up his interdimensional terminal. After comparing the information from the ancient books recorded in the terminal with the carvings on the tomb door one by one to confirm that there were no errors, he slowly spoke to add an explanation: "This is only one of the reasons. More importantly, your world has ushered in true peace. You can come with me to solve this catastrophic crisis that has ravaged the entire multiverse without any worries or burdens."

Having said that, Allen, who had adapted and evolved through endless dimensional travels until his entire body transformed into a seven-colored crystal, raised his crystal-like hand and gently patted Rudy's shoulder. A steady force emanated from his fingertips, and his tone carried a do-or-die seriousness and determination: "We need more helpers, and the Kahu of this universe may be one of the helpers we can win over."

Having said that, Allen turned around and looked at the heavy stone door of the ancient tomb. He took a deep breath, and just as his palm, which was gathering dimensional energy, was about to touch the tomb door, a sharp, crisp sound, like a mirror shattering, pierced his eardrums without warning. It was no ordinary sound; it was the mournful cry of the spatial barrier surrounding this world being violently torn apart.

The next second, a shadow that blotted out the sky suddenly enveloped the entire desert. The figure etched into his bones appeared out of thin air in front of him, its massive, mountain-like body crashing down. The entire ancient tomb, along with the rock layers below, was instantly smashed to pieces, with rubble and sand waves carrying the shockwave soaring into the sky.

Alan's pupils contracted sharply, his chest churning with deep-seated hatred for the destruction of his home, and he roared out that name!

"Omegapotus!!!"

"Omegatus???"

Rudy's optical lens flickered wildly, and even the steady mechanical sound carried an undisguised astonishment and tremor.

Once a genius who defied fate despite physical disabilities, his talent is beyond doubt. Given time, there is almost nothing he cannot accomplish.

But he never dreamed that before he could even gather a single helper, the final boss would come charging straight to his doorstep, face to face. What's the fundamental difference between this and the Demon King blocking the entrance to the hero's starting village and starting a massacre?

Before Rudy could react, Allen was already bursting with dazzling seven-colored crystal light, rushing straight towards Omegaputus at a speed that broke the limits of space and time.

But Omega, who had just rolled over and stood up from the pile of rubble, sent him flying with a backhand slap that was even faster than his own.

This move starkly revealed the vast difference in strength between the two sides.

In an instant, a wave of despair completely overwhelmed him.

He knew all too well how strong Allen was. This being, who could freely traverse the multiverse and whose regent of the Witrum Empire couldn't even withstand a single move from him, was now unable to withstand even half a move from him.

He finally understood that every word Allen had said before was not an exaggeration.

Omegatus, the creator of this world, is truly a terrifying being capable of crushing the entire universe with a mere flick of his wrist.

Just as Rudy gritted his teeth and activated the highest-level emergency teleportation protocol, preparing to run away immediately, a dark figure suddenly appeared in his sight.

That being, like a walking, living universe, rode directly on Omega's back, unleashing a terrifying power capable of collapsing galaxies, and slammed a powerful punch into Omega's head.

The deafening sound of space shattering rang out again, and the entire world was torn open by the fist, creating countless dark spatial rifts. The next second, the two figures were swept into the rifts and disappeared completely from this world.

In the gaps between the multiverses, every time Rock, transformed into Superman X, throws a punch, he brings Omegatus with him to a completely different world.

Eve, the Atomic Queen who had no restrictions on modifying the human body, successfully ruled the world. Just as she was sitting on her throne, preparing to modify the entire world at will, she was crushed to death by Omegatus.

After slaughtering all the superheroes on Earth, the superhero named Crown Tiger heard the sound of a mirror shattering. His whole body began to warn him, and he quickly rolled away to avoid a crisis.

As the one-sided battle between Locke and Omegaputus intensified, they gradually broke through the multiverse barrier they had previously set up and began to fly to even more distant places.

In the earliest world, Rudy stared dumbfounded at the empty ruins. His armor began replaying the previous scene until Allen flew back, angrily and anxiously asking, "Where's Omega?"

Rudy didn't rush to respond. After a while, he said to him, "Allen, is it possible that the multiverse is infinitely large, which means that the entire multiverse is an infinite pyramid? Although Omegatus is already very strong, there are definitely beings stronger than him, like what just happened?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I think we don't need to figure out how to deal with Omipotus anymore, because it seems there's already a humanoid being about to kill him."

After saying that, Rudy ignored the shocked Allen and prepared to turn and leave, saying with a sigh, "The multiverse is really terrifying. I never want to touch a dimensional teleporter again in my life. I'd better stay in my own universe."

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