Getting stronger and stronger starting from Marvel.

Chapter 390 [The Game... Begins]

In the Marvel Universe, standing before Stark, who is under mind control.

The seven people, using Stark's body, browsed the chat group, only to be stunned by the flood of messages that filled the screen.

Keep in mind that these are clones they created, possessing a portion of the original's power.

For beings whose power grows every second, there is not much difference between clones and the original body; both can grow infinitely.

Being able to instantly kill their clones means there's a high chance of being able to instantly kill the main body!

They never expected that Bai Ye would be so strong, completely different from what they had imagined.

In that instant, the seven players had only one thought in mind: "Run!"

With a tearing sound, the seven players on the scene were split in two, each cutting off half of themselves.

There is absolutely no difference between the two in terms of strength, soul, appearance, or anything else.

The only difference is that only one person can freely enter and exit the game.

They planned to leave a clone here first, while their main body would escape the game to avoid danger, and then lie low and observe the situation.

After all, the consensus among all players is that the outside world is an absolutely safe haven.

Even in the most dangerous games, you must never put your hand outside the game.

At the scene, the seven clones revealed a hint of bitterness in their eyes.

However, since the game identified them as clones, they were powerless to do anything and could only watch helplessly as their original selves exited the game.

"What do we do next?" asked the blond Yu Zun's clone helplessly.

As the vanguard exploring ahead of the main body, they have no ability to exit the game, which means they will have to face the White Night in person.

"Of course, you're just waiting to die! Do you think I'd let you go?"

A sinister laugh echoed in the minds of the seven clones, causing their bodies to tremble violently.

The sinister laughter echoed not only in the minds of the seven individuals, but also in the minds of countless millions of beings.

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At this moment, on the original Earth that had been moved to another universe, Ji Ziyue, Rodriguez, Gwen, and others gathered inside the White House with some concern.

The Empire has suddenly encountered such a major event that, apart from Earth escaping to safety, the entire universe has been plunged into war.

"Still no news of His Majesty?" Rodriguez asked worriedly.

They were met with helpless shakes of their heads; Kingpin had vanished without a trace, and they could only wait here in vain.

"What's your opinion, Ancient One?"

The next moment, Rodriguez looked pleadingly at the bald woman in the yellow robe beside him.

To this, Gu Yi simply smiled and gently shook her head, saying, "We just need to wait and believe that Bai Ye can save the day."

Gu Yixin was carefree because she had read the script in advance; the others weren't as relaxed as she was.

Just when everyone was filled with worry, in the Marvel universe, in the vast universe of billions of index towers, a soft murmur arose in the minds of countless sentient beings.

"White Empire, your emperor has returned!"

This sound seems to be engraved in everyone's consciousness, and its meaning can be understood without translation.

This low murmur was accompanied by what seemed like lightning piercing the night sky.

Then, a hand even larger than the unspeakable, unspeakable exponential tower of the universe coalescing and gathering appeared out of thin air in Marvel's cosmic ocean.

On his palm, there were countless tiny points of light, like countless stars.

Each of these points of light represents a real universe!

A universe more than the sands of the Ganges River, more than the sands of the Ganges River, more than the sands of the Ganges River… was held in the palm of that terrifying giant hand.

In an instant, a hand made of pure concepts gently lifted these countless universes and slowly rose up.

An indescribable gaze pierced through time and space, penetrating every universe and striking straight into the heart, witnessing countless Imperial soldiers wailing in the hands of players.

"Heh!" A soft chuckle echoed in everyone's hearts: "My people are grateful for your care."

"So... let me be your opponent from now on."

"It's Bai Ye!" Upon hearing the whisper that welled up in their hearts, the people in the White House who had just been worried immediately let go of the pressure in their hearts.

As for why this is the case? It's because of the trust they've always placed in Bai Ye.

If White Night is a horror game for those mischievous players, then it's a tower defense game for Ji Ziyue and the others.

As long as we hold on until Bai Ye returns, everything will naturally fall into place.

Upon hearing the sound, a sense of relief flashed in the eyes of countless Imperial soldiers who were being tortured by the players throughout the universe.

An Imperial soldier, who had lost his torso from the waist down, had his heart pierced, and was supported only by his right arm, forcefully raised his blood-covered head.

His gaze lingered for a moment on his lifeless companions, then turned with extreme mockery and hatred to the player before him, whose brows were furrowed, revealing blood-stained, gleaming white teeth:

"You bunch of bastards, just wait to die. You'll suffer a thousand times, ten thousand times, a hundred million times more than me..."

Before he could finish speaking, the player stomped on his brain, splattering blood everywhere and extinguishing his life.

"Something's not right. I think I should exit the game first."

A player, brimming with youthful vigor, made the suggestion, which was unanimously agreed upon by his companions.

The next moment, one by one, the players decisively chose to quit the game and disappear from the Marvel Universe.

The player, brimming with bloodlust, also swiped through the options, but was a step too late before pressing exit with his right hand; his vision went black.

When my vision returned, I found myself in a white space that was one light-year in length, width, and height.

"Where am I?" the player asked, looking around at the enclosed space.

The next moment, he was astonished to find that people were constantly being teleported out from all directions in this blank space.

Everyone who appeared had a wary look in their eyes.

In a short time, countless lives almost filled this light-year space.

"Welcome to the arena."

A calm voice resounded in everyone's hearts, and then a handsome young man with cascading black hair appeared and stood in the very center of this pure white space.

Countless players who had read the memories of Imperial soldiers immediately recognized that the man in front of them was the Emperor of the White Empire.

"You will spend ten thousand years in this space, and even if you die, you will be resurrected."

Bai Ye spoke casually, tossing down one of the seven clones that had split off from the players.

As he spoke, he slowly twisted his neck and began warming up.

"So over the next ten thousand years, I will blast you into dust time and time again."

As they were talking, someone couldn't hold back any longer and rushed towards Bai Ye, but his body was smashed into a pulp in the next moment.

Just as Bai Ye said, he would blast everyone to smithereens!

"I forgot to mention something."

Bai Ye looked at the wary players around him and laughed, "Every time you die, the pain in your body will double."

"So please enjoy the next ten thousand years of your life."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gigantic fist phantom pierced through the space, instantly killing everyone present.

[Game...Start!]

(End of this chapter)