Those time travelers that year

So, Kaecilius, who should have been Dormammu's lackey, found himself in trouble after his boss's death. Before he could even process the events unfolding, the Legion came knocking on his door. It was like a guy named "Dog Egg" in another world, except Kaecilius's treatment was nowhere near as good. The Legion leaders, having learned their lesson, discovered that for some reason, the representatives they chose always liked to do unrelated things. And even if they did, the fact that the Legion always had to take the blame was simply unacceptable!

Just in case, this time the Legion's leader wasn't going to use a proxy. He was going to go head-to-head, so this guy was directly approached by a Dreadlord in spirit form. After being killed, the Dreadlord possessed the body. Although trapped in a mortal body, a Dreadlord was still a Dreadlord, not some weakling with dark circles under his eyes. Subsequently, the Ancient One was stabbed to death by the Dreadlord when she was caught off guard. Although Doctor Strange was called upon to take charge at this critical moment, unfortunately, this Dreadlord named Diathorus the Seeker continued to destroy the Sanctums in London and Hong Kong.

Although he was nearly beaten to a pulp by a human named Wang Fenglei in Hong Kong, he still managed to destroy the New York Sanctum with his remaining strength. Since the last Sanctum destroyed was located in London, the Burning Legion arrived!

The Burning Legion's demolition crew wasn't Chiritar trash, so they weren't foolish enough to send a bunch of internet-addicted cannon fodder into battle, nor did they create a bunch of useless floating mechanical whales for airdrops.

The big shots' airdrop plan was different from those rich American punks who would bombard the area before landing. Of course, after a half-second of deliberation, Mal'Ganis, as the invasion commander (most big shots couldn't get through due to the conflict between the rules of two different universes, and Sargeras was still stuck in the vortex), waved his hand and executed the airdrop plan codenamed "Heavenly Justice".

More than a thousand siege hellfires rained down from the sky...

These aren't the inferior versions of Hellfire meant for those ungrateful warlocks; they're the real Hellfire, designed for urban demolition, each one the size of a small monster. Now, imagine the spectacular sight of a thousand meteorites raining down from the sky! Not to mention the thousand monsters that suddenly appear and rampage afterward.

Furthermore, having learned their lesson from the unscientific and unmagical world of Azeroth, the Legion, deeply aware of how formidable the Alliance and Horde were, did not underestimate the mortals of this world. After airdropping Hellfire to greet them, several fel-powered warships warped out and roared off Earth into the vast universe—they were heading to establish a branch base.

After the spaceship that established the branch base took off, Mal'Ganis, free from worries and without his protagonist's halo diminishing his intelligence, began to probe the mortals of this world. A large number of cannon fodder were thrown down, basically fel imps, voidwalkers, and hellhounds, mixed with some succubi (used to corrupt the upper echelons of human society; although for some reason, all the succubi who went to that 'dictatorial' country across the sea were controlled by a professional called the commissar using a mental power called crimson radiance, and immediately betrayed the Legion. But it didn't matter; at least the tactic of sending succubi worked very well on the American continent)!

Ultimately, thanks to numerous sacrifices and the combined efforts of S.H.I.E.L.D., the Avengers, the X-Men, and other forces, the demons' advance was halted, giving Doctor Strange the opportunity to use the Time Stone to rebuild the three Sanctuaries and finally surviving another 'alien' invasion.

As for New York, this time almost a third of the city was reduced to scorched earth (due to the sacrificial aura of Hellfire)! Hundreds of thousands of ordinary citizens died, and it was these hundreds of thousands of souls that allowed the Legion to make a fortune, paying only for cannon fodder. Moreover, taking advantage of this opportunity, the Legion finally found the alternate dimension where their demonic brethren resided—the Hell of the Dead. Then, adhering to the principle that two tigers cannot share one mountain, while waiting for the branch base to open, with Archimonde the Defiler, who had just squeezed in at a considerable cost, waving his hand, the Burning Legion launched an attack on the Hell of the Dead.

Mephisto, the ruler of the evil inferno, will face a large group of elite demons from the Burning Legion whose power has exploded after adapting to the rules of this universe.

Those that are somewhat famous, or similar, or even just high-ranking or lord-level demons of the Burning Legion, are basically planetary gods in terms of power.

Then, while doing so, Cao Shu casually crushed a planet with Legion Grip, and then killed a idiot named 'Nightmare' who called himself the King of Dreams with a single Death Finger.

This guy had no idea that, with the clash of two cosmic rules, Cao Shu's Death Finger was a genuine Death Finger capable of killing your ancestors for eighteen generations.

However, although the Legion is making good progress in this world, the unfortunate General Sargeras is still stuck in the Great Vortex and can't get through...

Marvel is finally over! Hooray!

286. The Main World

Bright sunlight streamed into the room through the windows, a faint floral fragrance filled the air, and there were gilded chandeliers on the ceiling, valuable paintings on the walls, a clean and tidy carpet, and a bed made of expensive colonial timber and hand-woven silk.

Everything was exactly the same as when he left! The only difference was that, as the master of this place, he had been gone for some time. Although time was not synchronized between worlds, even so, after wandering for several years, Charles still sighed with emotion upon returning to this room.

He drew back the curtains, then gently opened the window and looked outside. Of course, he wasn't looking at the scenery outside; he had no such sentimental thoughts, and this book wasn't a collection of prose poems. Charles was looking at something else—the scenery he could see through the lens of his personhood as the Heavenly Father.

At the beginning, Charles believed that the world he lived in was actually a colonial era moving towards modernization and the industrial age. Although there might be some unknown aspects to the empire and the world he lived in, the general trend of this world was ultimately inevitable.

This empire, named Ruman, which grew powerful by exploiting its colonies, could be described in fantasy terms as an unstoppable force of human civilization. Humanity was on their side, and anyone who dared to stand in their way was doomed. In reality, this empire was indeed at its zenith, at least genuinely so in the mortal world. After encountering those in the underworld possessing extraordinary powers, Xia Er became even more certain of this. After all, the entire underworld had been battered by an organization called the Holy Temple for hundreds of years, and religion could no longer supersede monarchical power; by all accounts, this country seemed destined for greatness.

Even those cultists who carried out terrorist attacks might not have succeeded even without Charles's intervention. Back then, there was a Holy Church Deacon named Iris Galgwen, who was roughly on par with Charles at the time. With her sword speed capable of slicing through bullets, even if his unfortunate brother in this world had been mind-controlled and attacked the king, he would probably have been beheaded before even killing him.

While the concept of strength ranking is somewhat subjective—after all, back then, he had plenty of ways to kill Iris Gargwin if he wanted to—he was indeed no match for her in close combat. Of course, now, even without magic, wielding a staff, Charles is confident he could easily knock that woman unconscious.

But all that rambling is just to say that the Ruman Empire is the protagonist of this world. With destiny and power aligned, it's a perfect template for the British Empire in another world. Even without the US secretly stabbing it in the back to seize power, this empire still enjoys a century of prosperity and glory.

The premise is that they don't kill themselves in internal strife.

……

Squeak!

Just as Xia Er was idly gazing at the sky, seemingly lost in thought, he heard the sound of a door being pushed open behind him. Then, three graceful figures entered the room.

“Long time no see! Medea, Melia, and Atia…” Ciel, not at all surprised, turned around and leaned against the windowsill, looking at the three girls.

Medea, still draped in a black robe, was the first to kneel before Ciel. Following her, Atia, still in her maid outfit and still in her close-fitting knight armor, also respectfully knelt before Ciel.

"Welcome back, Master!" X3

"Get up!" Charles waved his hand. "No need for so much formality..." As he spoke, Charles casually walked to a chair in the room and sat down, asking the three girls who had already stood up, "By the way! This time, due to some unexpected reasons... how long have I been gone in this world's timeframe?"

"Master..." Medea, who was about to speak, suddenly stopped, her whole body trembling as she looked at Ciel. Ciel remained the same as before; the passage of time could no longer leave any trace on him, or rather, it was difficult for it to leave any trace at all. However, at this moment, in Medea's eyes, although Ciel was simply sitting casually in the chair, what was reflected in Medea's eyes was not Ciel's figure, but a pitch-black sun with golden edges.

It carried boundless majesty, scorching heat, and a sacred aura that could not be concealed even beneath the terrifying presence of death, calamity, and destruction. This sacred aura felt familiar to her; it was the power she could sense during the Age of Gods. This power could be felt in temples and all things related to them.

In fact, looking at the entirety of Greek mythology, many people can see that almost everyone who leaves a mark on the mythology is of exceptionally high status. They are either descendants of some hero or king, or even offspring of some deity. Even Medea, in terms of actual blood relations, is the daughter of the Titan Hyperion and Theia, and a descendant of Helios, the second sun god.

Otherwise, why would we say that the entire Greek mythology is a family farce?

Therefore, among those present, only Medea herself truly felt the power hidden within Ciel. This was back when she lived in the age of mythology, and could sense its presence in the temples of various gods.

"Master? You..."

"Ah!?" Charles was taken aback, then realized, "You mean this?" The twilight flames began to burn in his eyes, and in the darkness, the ancient bells echoed, accompanied by countless prayers, carrying a magnificent power like a blazing sun.

The world has been changed!

The three girls, who should have been inside a house, were suddenly horrified to find themselves in a city under a twilight sky.

The city was utterly silent, like an abyss swallowing sins, devoid of any sign of life, only a deathly stillness. And above the city, the sole source of light was a dark, gold-edged sun. Hanging in the sky, this black sun offered no warmth, only a sense of impending doom and destruction.

"Olympus?" Medea stared in astonishment at the scene. This wasn't the kind of reality-altering, alternate-dimensional barrier that Sharl had used before. As a divine spellcaster, Medea immediately realized that this wasn't an alternate dimension as she had thought, but a genuinely existing world. Just like the temples on Olympus, it didn't exist in reality, yet it undeniably existed. "...No, it's similar, but different, Master?"

“I don’t know what’s going on here either…” Charles said with a smile, “but I’ve devoured all the authority and power of a god and taken his place. If you’re familiar with Medea, do you know Surtr?”

"That ruler of the desolate kingdom in Norse mythology who brought ruin to the gods—now, he's gone, and I am the new god who slayed him and usurped the throne..."

287. I'm not good at romantic scenes, please forgive me.

God is supreme, transcending all things. Whether it's a princess from the mythical era, a time when gods still roamed the earth, or a maid and her sister living in this colonial age, moving towards the industrial age, they have all received some form of religious education. Regardless of the world or religion, the view of gods remains consistent: gods are above mortals.

Unless a great being emerges in this world, radiating crimson light and carrying overwhelming humanitarian power, revolutionizing the old world with blood and fire, uniting the strength of all living beings and the divine mandate to defeat all demons and monsters, then humanity in every world will feel reverence for the word "god." Of course, if such a powerful being, capable of slaying gods and Buddhas alike, were to actually appear, virtually any demon or monster would run as far away as possible. Otherwise, a single encounter with the Five Star Battle Technique, crimson light, and crimson lightning would mean certain death.

However, none of these three girls were born under the glorious banner of crimson light, so they were unaware that even gods are not invincible beneath the overwhelming crimson glow of humanity. The two sisters were relatively unaffected; after all, in this world, religious thought and authority had long since faded, and so-called divine power had completely disappeared from mainstream society. In today's world, the word "god" is only mentioned in religious books and prayers, or in various literary works.

As for those countries that rose after the fall of theocracy, many probably prefer to believe in the caliber and range of their own army's artillery. After all, which colonizer didn't have blood on their hands? Even this empire is no exception, and in fact, this country is the one with the most blood on its hands.

But the princess of the Age of Gods is different! She is a descendant of a chief god. Although for various reasons, mainly because the leadership changes too quickly, with each emperor bringing a new court, it is probably because she is a descendant of Helios that she is caught up in a fate from which she cannot escape.

In addition, her own father wouldn't curry favor with powerful figures. If she had to rely on Na's powerful figure, it would be fine, but even if she suffered a loss, the goddess of wisdom and war would definitely find a chance to retaliate.

It was because of this that Medea came to understand more deeply the power of the gods. It was because they possessed unquestionable rights and status, along with comparable power, that they were able to dominate the era of Greek mythology.

In her situation, would anyone stand up for her? Not even one of the Greek gods on Mount Olympus was willing to help her, because they all sided with Jason.

To be honest, Medea never had a good impression of the Greek gods. It would be easy for her to say she wished they were all dead, but what could she do? Even after the end of the mythological era, when she herself entered Valhalla, she was never seen retaliating, let alone even having such thoughts.

But what did Medea hear that day? A god was dead! Murdered, and all authority and power usurped, and the one who killed the god and seized power was right before her eyes, and was now her master…

"Surprised, Medea!?" The two sisters seemed only slightly incredulous, or as if they were listening to a story. However, the absent-minded look of the princess from the Age of Gods caught Charles's eye. In an instant, Charles directly sensed the chaotic thoughts in Medea's mind through his mental powers.

"...Yes, Master!" Medea gave a wry smile, her expression complex yet filled with reverence as she looked at Charles. "I just didn't expect, Master, that you... Although I had some idea that your future achievements would be no less than those of the twelve Olympian gods, I didn't expect... it would be so fast!"

"This was an accident. If the rules of that world weren't so peculiar, it wouldn't have been so easy." Shaking his head, Charles's expression shifted. He directly connected with the three girls using his mental abilities, then simplified the process of fighting Surtr and projected it into their minds. Of course, Charles still withdrew a lot of his own power in this process, as it affected them.

A colossal fire giant, the Twilight Sword that cleaves the heavens and earth, the artifact known as the Infinity Stones, the Ketu meteorite that falls from the sky and destroys the world... These are battles that can destroy a planet at any time. In the face of such battles, all the extraordinary and the mundane in this world are not even cannon fodder. At most, they are just insects that are affected but ignored by everyone.

“…Surth, the god of doom in Norse mythology, the destroyer of the world.” After reading the information that Sharl had sent her, Medea let out a long sigh, looking at Sharl with disbelief and utmost reverence. “This, really, Master, I don’t even know how to describe what you’ve done!”

"But I think even the greatest mortals and demigod heroes would bow down before your god-slaying feat..."

In terms of status, Surtr was completely comparable to the three Greek god-kings, and in terms of power, Surtr, as the destined destroyer of the world and the enemy of the gods, was even more superior to the three god-kings.

"It's just that the rules of that world are convenient!" Charles denied. "If I hadn't obtained the authority over the rules of that world, I would have only met my end in death when facing the Heavenly Father God Surt."

“But reality doesn’t offer ‘what ifs,’ my master,” Princess Kamishiro said. “The victors take everything, like the Olympian gods, who murdered their fathers to seize power, three generations of god-kings… In the entire history of mythology, besides praising the twelve Olympian gods as usurpers, who would care about those defeated gods of the previous generation?!”

"Perhaps! But just like you said, I won, so I gained something..."

Charles stood up from his chair, walked a few steps to Medea, and extended his hand to the princess of the Age of Gods: "Oh, right, Medea, I almost forgot..."

"What's wrong, Master, um..." Before Princess Kamishiro could ask, Charles lowered his head and covered Medea's alluring lips, silencing her. Princess Kamishiro blinked, trembling, then slowly closed her eyes, her face flushed a deep, ripe blush.

"Eh...Eh..." A little further back, the maid sisters Melia and Atia slightly opened their mouths, looking at the scene where Ciel directly lowered his head and sealed Princess Kamishiro's lips with a kiss, their faces showing an unnatural blush.

"Hoo..." After a long while, Charles pulled away from the princess's lips and released his hands that had reached out to wrap around her. "It's done... I used some of my power to help Medea materialize her soul, so you don't have to worry about magic power issues after leaving the ley lines."

“…Master, Master…M…Master, you, you…?”

“Your method of drawing from the earth’s veins to become a kind of earthbound spirit is convenient, but it also limits your movement and the range of your magic output,” Charles said, still wanting to say more. “So I directly helped you materialize your soul, so that you can fully utilize all your abilities without any restrictions.”

"No! No, I mean, Master, why did you use this method?" Princess Kamishiro said in a panic, "...Even if the soul is materialized, there's still..."

“That’s too much trouble, and it requires rituals and such, and it takes a long time. So I’ll just be more direct, it’ll be faster this way…” Charles said with a smile, “Besides, this method can also indirectly activate the divinity of the second-generation sun god Helios in your soul… Or do you want a different method?”

No, that's not true~~~~~~~

288. Untitled

After telling Ciel what had happened while he was away, Medea hurriedly left the room, and the two maid sisters were also pulled away by Princess Kamishiro.

To this situation, Charles simply smiled. Having completed the materialization of his third soul and gained advancement by devouring Surte, the passage of time could no longer affect him. In other words, he could now learn from the powerful beings in those fantasy worlds: sitting serenely on the clouds, chanting sutras of the universe, overlooking five thousand years of human history.

Although after leaving the Marvel multiverse, the Heavenly Father's status, without the Marvel Universe's support, no longer grants him the power to shake galaxies or easily shatter stars with a casual strike. However, if he so desired, he could still destroy the world he currently inhabits. The Heavenly Father, a true god-level being, doesn't exist in a world like the Marvel universe with its chaotic rules and incredibly powerful power systems. But precisely because of this, while the Heavenly Father in the Marvel universe cannot obtain world GM privileges without external assistance, Ciel can easily acquire them in this world.

Because this world is of a lower level, it's already at its limit to accommodate Ciel in his current state. Therefore, it's completely unable to resist Ciel easily using his power to replace the real world. In other words, although it lacks the immense power inherent in the world itself, Ciel could still influence it quite easily if he wanted to. Furthermore, this world's level is far lower than Marvel's. While its destructive power here doesn't reach the level of Marvel's, Ciel can still modify the rules of reality almost at will in this world.

As long as it doesn't involve large-scale time reversal, large-scale life-and-death reversal, or the arbitrary imposition of rules that didn't originally exist in this world, this world won't retaliate against Xia Er. But even so, Xia Er still needs to be careful when he's in the main world; otherwise, if he accidentally alters the transition of reality, this world will be doomed.

However, it's likely that Charles himself wasn't aware that after absorbing Surt, he didn't become a god in the traditional sense he envisioned. This is because a god-level life form typically exists within only one system; various unrelated systemic powers and abilities arising from different worlds' systems cannot be integrated. Even Saul was trapped at the center of the great vortex connecting the two universes after Charles left, and even sufficiently powerful demons had to adapt to the rules of the new universe before they could enter.

Only one other thing can accommodate all sorts of systems from different worlds. Some call these guys alien evil gods, while others say they are extraterrestrial demons. These guys just do whatever they want, constantly bringing disaster and trouble to one world after another.

These guys are collectively referred to as - Evil Gods.

Therefore, Ciel was unaware that he had now joined the family of evil gods.

No one knows exactly how many evil gods there are, but each one can easily adapt to different worlds and their rules, then distort the world itself to accommodate different systems of power within itself. However, the more it accommodates, the cuter it feels about itself.

Of course, even in chaos, nothing too serious will happen, since many evil gods have several already neurotic individuals above them. And above those neurotic individuals, there is still a super-psychopath suppressing all the evil gods.

……

...

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After clarifying the timeline, Xia Er realized that although several years had passed since he left the two outer worlds, only a little over a year had passed in the main world. This was completely different from before; it seemed that the flow of time in the main world was changing. This made Xia Er uneasy. He worried that next time he went on a trip, he might return to find that decades or even centuries had passed in that world—that would be a problem.

After some thought, I realized this is a difficult problem to solve, since time is a different thing in every world. In some worlds, traveling through time is as easy as eating and drinking, but in others, time is an absolutely intangible and ethereal thing. Not to mention the differences in the passage of time between different worlds.

"So, until we can solve the problem of time's passage, we can't leave this world in our physical form!?" Charles thought somewhat angrily. "If I had known, I should have just stolen a Time-Turner before leaving HP... Now, although I've had some contact with the power of the time system, it's only paused. How can I take someone back to the past for a period of time like the Time-Turner? I have absolutely no clue!"

Theoretically, as long as Ciel's physical body doesn't leave this world, the passage of time won't exceed his expectations. However, if he himself leaves this world, who knows whether the passage of time will speed up or slow down when he returns!

"Creating clones..." After much thought, if I wanted to continue traveling or exploring (or causing trouble) to other worlds before solving the problem of time flow, the only option was to create clones since my main body couldn't leave the main world. "That's possible, for example, a Servant/Holy Grail system... However, a Servant's power is far lower than the main body's, and besides, if it's just a clone... then I wouldn't be able to use the pocket watch's power to actively travel to specific locations."