"Do I have another choice?"
Valeria leaned comfortably in Ciri's arms, showing no sense of alienation. Whether it was Doom or Deathstroke, she didn't want to involve her brother in this matter.
"Actually, you do. For example, you could teleport Franklin directly to the beginning of the timeline and destroy all other worlds from the start. Or you could sign a contract with the Secret Guest, letting the Hell Border turn you into a servant of the Ancient God, causing Franklin to have a mental breakdown and infinitely reconstruct all dimensions. I also call it the Infinite Tsukuyomi plan, how about that?"
Su Ming lifted her up and held her in his arms, leaning against the operation table of the computer, casually explaining his plan to deal with the Multiverse collision.
But this isn't the whole plan. Since arriving in the Marvel Universe, he has been preparing for all possible future scenarios, and if the fourth Secret War breaks out, he has dozens of plans to cope with it.
And relying on Franklin's plan, in his view, isn't even a high priority. He's not Doom, nor does he wish to become a Divine Monarch.
In the comics, it was the Doom of the 616 Universe who ultimately became the Divine Monarch, not Su Ming's Doom from the 40K Universe...
The two Dooms' plans collided, who will win in the end? Su Ming couldn't guarantee, but the 616 Doom should have already acquired the Molecule Man, whereas his side's Doom only has Loki, who he just abandoned.
Therefore, Su Ming isn't optimistic about Doom's outcome. If Doom continues down this path, it's undoubtedly bringing Valeria and Franklin to their deaths, becoming a big experience pack for the 616 Doom.
Su Ming doesn't want his universe to shatter, nor does he want to play the Battle Realm showdown. He has his own plan, and the plan about Franklin mentioned earlier was just to scare the little girl.
But on second thought, stopping Doom from taking Valeria and Franklin, is it also indirectly saving the two children?
The little girl turned her head and looked at him with a surprised look, Deathstroke's plan was even crazier than Doom's, and... so dark, the mercenary was really too dark.
"Do you know what my parents are doing now?"
"Reed is being chased by S.H.I.E.L.D., hiding in Wakanda or Atlan, and Susan is working undercover in S.H.I.E.L.D. Reed supposedly killed a hundred billion people, or more..." Su Ming patted the little girl's head, smoothing her hair. She smelled like milk: "But the parallel world's people, if they're killed, they're killed. If we don't kill others, others will kill us."
"Is that why Captain America sent them to the International Court? Is that why they are called killers?" The little girl's eyes widened. She didn't know of such dark truths, especially involving her parents.
"Probably, but the Secret War is secret because almost no outsiders know what exactly happened. Ordinary people just think Reed destroyed a sapient planet and killed millions of people."
"But you know, he did it to protect our universe."
"There aren't many ways to solve the Multiverse collisions, but there are other ways. I have them, now do you want to be a little hero saving the Earth?"
"Do I have a choice?"
The little girl looked at him with disdain. Her parents were both superheroes, and she and her brother were forced by Susan to wear small-sized Four Wonders uniforms since childhood, which were basically family heritage autumn clothing.
Maybe other kids would aspire to be superheroes, but not Valeria. From her perspective, the title of superhero is meaningless.
"There was before, but after hearing these, you have no other choice. Haha, curiosity really kills the cat, right?" Su Ming pinched Valeria's little cheek, which Doom kept so fair and tender, feeling really good.
Ciri cast an envious glance from the side. She also wanted to pinch.
Valeria fell silent, she had already accepted the facts, just needing some time to digest this shock.
"The game is about done. Strangulation, grab him."
The little girl's attitude was clear, and even if she didn't want to help Deathstroke now, she had no choice. Next up was dealing with Loki, Loki at this point in time.
Loki, who was jumping around, constantly evading, was suddenly pinned in place by black tendrils, which then instantly transformed into Promethium Metal.
However, upon hearing Strangulation's name, Loki was prepared. He knew what kind of ghostly contraption that was, and once you touched it, not even bones would remain.
So strangulation only trapped a water magic illusion, the real Loki vanished.
But before anyone else could react, the Magic Floating Cloak suddenly extended, directly wrapping a humanoid transparent object mid-air and smashing it to the ground.
Su Ming sighed. Loki should have known about the symbiote, thus he should have been aware that Deathstroke and Strangulation could communicate without words.
Calling out Strangulation's name was an obvious ploy to divert attention. The trap was practically laid bare, and yet Loki fell for it.
Such a lack of caliber, it seems the Secret Guest really cornered him hard.
That was an all-around crushing in magic and martial arts capabilities, coupled with demon king-like self-healing and power levels. Loki truly had no mental space left to think about Deathstroke's trap.
Su Ming entrusted the little girl to Ciri, asking her to take her away and play, as the upcoming scene wasn't suitable for children. He then transformed the Godslayer into a scimitar and slowly approached Loki.
"Any last words?"
"No, it shouldn't end like this."
The cloak wrapped Loki tightly with only his head exposed. He couldn't use any magic as the cloak would absorb any magic power he gathered.
"You and Doom are too superstitious about stories. Did you forget who writes the storybooks? The past you set the trap for all of you."
Su Ming raised the knife. Loki set a trap for himself once again, which was typical, totally understandable.
Who knows what version of the storybook Doom and the others conjured up, but it certainly wasn't one of Deathstroke's destiny; no need to speak of any story.
"I really deserve to die, I'm even deceiving myself, haha..."
"I will change the past history, the current you were never meant to exist, do you understand the reason for erasing you now?"
"Do it."
The scimitar swung down but was stopped in mid-air.
The skull that had been held in Loki's hand suddenly flew over and used its upper and lower jaws to catch the blade.
Su Ming's strength, combined with the sharpness of the Godslayer, wasn't easily received. Several teeth of the skull fell out instantly, but it hung on the blade like a watermelon cut in half, floating there, struggling with Su Ming.
"Give it up, Thor. You're now neither human nor ghost, most of your consciousness erased as if toyed with by Loki. There's no need to block the blade for him anymore."
"He is my brother."
The skull continued biting the blade, the source of its voice unknown.
Su Ming sighed, relaxing his grip, and just as Thor's magic skull thought Deathstroke spared Loki, a dark shadow instantly slashed down, cutting Thor and Loki both in half.
The Nightfall Greatsword can also slay gods.
Thor's instinct to shield Loki even without consciousness was indeed touching, but Su Ming wouldn't abandon his plan out of sentiment.
Fraudsters capable of traversing timelines are too dangerous; uncertainties in history modification must be eliminated, leaving only this choice.
With changes to the past timeline, the skeletons of Loki and Thor would not appear here, avoiding death.
The timeline, affected by multiple factors, is now riddled with holes, and the process of repairing it will be long.
Su Ming's new approach to dealing with Odin must also involve pulling someone out of a storybook.
Loki's role at this point in time has ended, hasn't it? Getting a meal box is over, a chicken leg at most, nothing more.
The Magic Floating Cloak slowly shrank, and Loki's headless corpse rolled to the ground, while Thor's skull biting the Godslayer shattered, its flames extinguished, and its white bones scattered like dust in the air.
"The application of Hell Magic, the ability to manipulate souls." The Secret Guest stood by with arms folded, calmly watching the sparks fly, knowing that whatever Deathstroke did was right, not to mention killing two gods.
Su Ming no longer looked at the corpses on the ground but began disassembling Doom's space-time machine, carefully packing each piece into silk pouches.
The jigsaw was complete.
Conqueror Kang's traverser, Doom's space-time machine and algorithm, along with Su Ming's own 'Adjutant.'
It wouldn't take long for him to acquire the means to traverse the Marvel timeline and progress towards his goal further, better than relying on the Jester Badge over on the DC side.
The only imperfect aspect was the absence of Doom, the original creator, with only a little girl as the user. However, the plan was considered successful, achieving around eighty percent was not bad at all.
"Ah, the backpack slots are not enough, I'll take the time to see if the filial sons in Lordaeron are still at it."
Hamill, hearing Deathstroke's incomprehensible words while cleaning up Loki's and Thor's remains, considered it fortunate, especially Thor, who had turned to a pile of ash.
He opened a teleportation gate, throwing both into the Endless Void, an eternal nothingness in the cosmos.
Though Master Hamill often seemed as cold and emotionless as the snow-capped mountains of Kama Taiji, he was actually touched, planning to bury the two brothers together.
"What shall we do next, teacher?"
The Secret Guest inserted the Soul Greatsword into her chest, a snow-white patch revealed below her neck, the entry and exit point for the Soul Greatsword. She herself was the vessel, the only way to keep her clothes intact.
"Wait for Franklin to arrive, then we'll return upstream on the timeline to find an ally, and then the final battle."
Su Ming packed up all the equipment laid out on the floor, and at this moment was copying computer data into a found mobile hard disk.
..............
"Will you stay for dinner? We can have roast rabbit; my roommate has hidden some good stuff under the floor."
A weirdo resembling a dried avocado was speaking to another cyber-eyed freak inside a remodeled basement room, with only a small window at a corner facing the street letting in faint light.
In the dim light, his face embodied a nightmare, showing the markings of a staple.
As he spoke and ran into the storage room, he skillfully flipped open a floorboard, revealing many travel bags underneath, containing guns, ammunition, fake IDs, and even some 'lost' S.H.I.E.L.D. alien equipment.
However, the avocado's target was plastic bags containing white powder or crystalline particles, resembling laundry detergent or sugar, hidden under the floor.
On all fours, he stuck his butt up and wiggled a stack of small bags, smiling slyly at the cyber-eye like a stand-up comedian awaiting applause.
But Cable couldn't help but look away, breathing heavily toward the window, upon seeing Deadpool's costume from behind, the tissue around the anal area darkened with sweat, appearing similar to bowel movement issues.
It was utterly disgusting.