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Chapter 383: Annihilating Trigon
The commonly known Infinity Stones number six in total, a small collection of Nemesis's power, scattered throughout the Multiverse.
Many universes have their own six Infinity Stones.
So, in theory, many people have the chance to obtain the Infinity Stones.
In the Main Universe, Tony is collecting the Infinity Stones, while in another Universe, Thanos or someone else might have collected all six Stones.
The seventh is the Ego Stone, the key to awakening Nemesis. There is only one in the entire Multiverse.
But in reality, there is also an eighth and a ninth.
Even in his past life, they made only a fleeting appearance before vanishing once more.
The nine Infinity Stones, each representing a completely different power, grant whoever masters them the opportunity to ascend to godhood in a single step.
The blue Space Stone.
The green Time Stone.
The yellow Mind Stone.
The red Reality Stone.
The purple Power Stone.
The orange Soul Stone.
The golden Ego Stone.
The pink Rhythm Gem.
The black Plot Continuity Gem.
Tony had considered many possibilities, but the only one that made sense was the legendary ninth stone—the Plot Gem, which possessed the most unimaginable abilities.
The master of the Plot Gem can easily alter any setting. The vast majority of gods are beneath the Gem's master, becoming toys to be played with at will.
The Plot Continuity Gem grants its wielder an ability similar to a comic book editor, allowing them to make any modification they desire, no matter how absurd or exaggerated.
Or they can erase the old entirely and replace it with new content that suits their fancy.
And this ridiculously dangerous object was in the hands of the slim man standing before him.
"Why the long face? You should have expected this day would come. Even if you hadn't come looking for me, I would have come for you when the time was right."
Slim said contemptuously.
"I was just... remembering that clown, that mercenary who was so damn annoying you just wanted to roll up your sleeves and punch him..." Tony muttered.
Once, a skinny mercenary had appeared before Tony time and again, yet Tony never raised his guard. It all felt so natural, as if Slim was supposed to be that kind of person—a wise-cracking smartass who should be hanging around without arousing suspicion or rejection from him, the Old Bartender, or the others.
Looking back, Slim must have been plotting something even then. He might have already obtained the Plot Gem back then.
Slim fell silent for a moment, then grinned. "You know, I cleaned up a lot of scum for you. You would've been dead long ago otherwise."
"Does that matter? You just didn't want me to die back then, and it's the same now," Tony said, his face cold.
Slim sneered, unfazed, and slightly raised his right hand.
Tony was right. For now, at least, Slim didn't want him dead. Tony's full potential had yet to be exploited.
"Now, let's kill this stupid demon first, then we can deal with the matter between us... The timing is all wrong, but it doesn't matter."
Slim clenched his right fist, and Tony, in silence, clenched his as well.
Six different lights bloomed—blue, green, yellow, red, purple, and black. The five conventional Stones and the most mysterious black Stone unleashed their power in unison. Six completely different forces intertwined and converged, blasting towards Trigon.
"Ugh—"
Trigon struggled, trying to open his eyelids, but it was futile. His six eyes were sealed shut by his own eyelids—an unbelievably infuriating situation.
No matter how hard Trigon tried, his reason and thoughts clearly told him that opening his eyes was the wrong thing to do, an illogical and erroneous action.
This intense conflict between his subconscious instincts and reality made Trigon feel so awful he could almost cough up blood.
"As expected of a Singular God. Even with this, I can't completely rewrite you," Slim sneered.
A Singular God is a convergence of all past and future. Even if the world is destroyed and the Singular God falls, their information and traces can never be erased.
Every Singular God has its own unique trajectory of existence. They remain on this trajectory, defining its entirety. Whether it moves forward or twists and turns, whatever they themselves do becomes real.
Slim's act of using the Plot Gem to bind Trigon clashed violently with the already fully inscribed trajectory of Trigon.
And this was just Trigon's clone. If Trigon's main body were here, the conflict between the Plot Gem and his very being would be even more intense and obvious, almost to the point of becoming tangible.
But his current Level Eight clone, while able to vaguely sense something was wrong, found it nearly impossible to resist.
With all its might, it could only manage to force a muffled "ugh" from its sealed mouth.
The six lights rushed over ferociously. The five conventional ones were manageable; they were already somewhat damaged, and without the Soul Stone, the power system was incomplete.
But that black thing was absolutely lethal.
As the black light swept past, Trigon's aura plummeted wildly!
Trigon was both shocked and enraged. He exerted all his strength, his demonic True Form swelling in size, but he was still weakened layer by layer. His flesh, his power, his soul—it was as if a wound had been simultaneously torn open in all of them. The very rationality of his existence was being madly severed, weakening him continuously.
The other five lights surged forward and slammed into Trigon. Carrying an imposing might, the distortion of rules, Tony's chilling killing intent, and the hopes of the entire universe, they utterly destroyed Trigon.
The bulging, blood-red veins were annihilated before the Infinity Stones. His unwilling struggles were suppressed by the black power. Infinite weakening, infinite stripping away, and the illogical reality that made him want to vomit blood—*You are just this weak. Your weakness is what's right. Your death is the only truth.*
His mind roared, the demon's suffocated heart felt like it would explode. After destroying vast numbers of galaxies, his struggling body and rage-filled soul grew weaker and weaker, more and more powerless.
The feeling of weakness washed over him once more, filling this clone of Trigon with confusion and fury.
He suddenly fell still, no longer trying to open his tightly shut eyes.
The power of the Infinity Gauntlet had broken his body, causing it to crumble bit by bit.
The black light gradually faded, and the strange power that bound Trigon disappeared.
Before Trigon's terrifying, universe-sized body completely perished, he glared with his crimson eyes, his monstrous teeth glinting with a heart-stopping brutality.
He took a deep look at Tony and Slim and said in a low voice, "I will be back. No matter who you are, next time, I will kill you with my own hands and rip out all of your secrets!"
"Next time, my main body will descend and destroy everything you have!"
His body withered, and his soul was annihilated.
The clone of Trigon, a being that could easily destroy countless universes, met its end. Like a brilliant firework, it contracted, exploded, and was devoured by the Endless Blood Domain, reduced to the most basic energy.
(end of chapter)
The commonly known Infinity Stones number six in total, a small collection of Nemesis's power, scattered throughout the Multiverse.
Many universes have their own six Infinity Stones.
So, in theory, many people have the chance to obtain the Infinity Stones.
In the Main Universe, Tony is collecting the Infinity Stones, while in another Universe, Thanos or someone else might have collected all six Stones.
The seventh is the Ego Stone, the key to awakening Nemesis. There is only one in the entire Multiverse.
But in reality, there is also an eighth and a ninth.
Even in his past life, they made only a fleeting appearance before vanishing once more.
The nine Infinity Stones, each representing a completely different power, grant whoever masters them the opportunity to ascend to godhood in a single step.
The blue Space Stone.
The green Time Stone.
The yellow Mind Stone.
The red Reality Stone.
The purple Power Stone.
The orange Soul Stone.
The golden Ego Stone.
The pink Rhythm Gem.
The black Plot Continuity Gem.
Tony had considered many possibilities, but the only one that made sense was the legendary ninth stone—the Plot Gem, which possessed the most unimaginable abilities.
The master of the Plot Gem can easily alter any setting. The vast majority of gods are beneath the Gem's master, becoming toys to be played with at will.
The Plot Continuity Gem grants its wielder an ability similar to a comic book editor, allowing them to make any modification they desire, no matter how absurd or exaggerated.
Or they can erase the old entirely and replace it with new content that suits their fancy.
And this ridiculously dangerous object was in the hands of the slim man standing before him.
"Why the long face? You should have expected this day would come. Even if you hadn't come looking for me, I would have come for you when the time was right."
Slim said contemptuously.
"I was just... remembering that clown, that mercenary who was so damn annoying you just wanted to roll up your sleeves and punch him..." Tony muttered.
Once, a skinny mercenary had appeared before Tony time and again, yet Tony never raised his guard. It all felt so natural, as if Slim was supposed to be that kind of person—a wise-cracking smartass who should be hanging around without arousing suspicion or rejection from him, the Old Bartender, or the others.
Looking back, Slim must have been plotting something even then. He might have already obtained the Plot Gem back then.
Slim fell silent for a moment, then grinned. "You know, I cleaned up a lot of scum for you. You would've been dead long ago otherwise."
"Does that matter? You just didn't want me to die back then, and it's the same now," Tony said, his face cold.
Slim sneered, unfazed, and slightly raised his right hand.
Tony was right. For now, at least, Slim didn't want him dead. Tony's full potential had yet to be exploited.
"Now, let's kill this stupid demon first, then we can deal with the matter between us... The timing is all wrong, but it doesn't matter."
Slim clenched his right fist, and Tony, in silence, clenched his as well.
Six different lights bloomed—blue, green, yellow, red, purple, and black. The five conventional Stones and the most mysterious black Stone unleashed their power in unison. Six completely different forces intertwined and converged, blasting towards Trigon.
"Ugh—"
Trigon struggled, trying to open his eyelids, but it was futile. His six eyes were sealed shut by his own eyelids—an unbelievably infuriating situation.
No matter how hard Trigon tried, his reason and thoughts clearly told him that opening his eyes was the wrong thing to do, an illogical and erroneous action.
This intense conflict between his subconscious instincts and reality made Trigon feel so awful he could almost cough up blood.
"As expected of a Singular God. Even with this, I can't completely rewrite you," Slim sneered.
A Singular God is a convergence of all past and future. Even if the world is destroyed and the Singular God falls, their information and traces can never be erased.
Every Singular God has its own unique trajectory of existence. They remain on this trajectory, defining its entirety. Whether it moves forward or twists and turns, whatever they themselves do becomes real.
Slim's act of using the Plot Gem to bind Trigon clashed violently with the already fully inscribed trajectory of Trigon.
And this was just Trigon's clone. If Trigon's main body were here, the conflict between the Plot Gem and his very being would be even more intense and obvious, almost to the point of becoming tangible.
But his current Level Eight clone, while able to vaguely sense something was wrong, found it nearly impossible to resist.
With all its might, it could only manage to force a muffled "ugh" from its sealed mouth.
The six lights rushed over ferociously. The five conventional ones were manageable; they were already somewhat damaged, and without the Soul Stone, the power system was incomplete.
But that black thing was absolutely lethal.
As the black light swept past, Trigon's aura plummeted wildly!
Trigon was both shocked and enraged. He exerted all his strength, his demonic True Form swelling in size, but he was still weakened layer by layer. His flesh, his power, his soul—it was as if a wound had been simultaneously torn open in all of them. The very rationality of his existence was being madly severed, weakening him continuously.
The other five lights surged forward and slammed into Trigon. Carrying an imposing might, the distortion of rules, Tony's chilling killing intent, and the hopes of the entire universe, they utterly destroyed Trigon.
The bulging, blood-red veins were annihilated before the Infinity Stones. His unwilling struggles were suppressed by the black power. Infinite weakening, infinite stripping away, and the illogical reality that made him want to vomit blood—*You are just this weak. Your weakness is what's right. Your death is the only truth.*
His mind roared, the demon's suffocated heart felt like it would explode. After destroying vast numbers of galaxies, his struggling body and rage-filled soul grew weaker and weaker, more and more powerless.
The feeling of weakness washed over him once more, filling this clone of Trigon with confusion and fury.
He suddenly fell still, no longer trying to open his tightly shut eyes.
The power of the Infinity Gauntlet had broken his body, causing it to crumble bit by bit.
The black light gradually faded, and the strange power that bound Trigon disappeared.
Before Trigon's terrifying, universe-sized body completely perished, he glared with his crimson eyes, his monstrous teeth glinting with a heart-stopping brutality.
He took a deep look at Tony and Slim and said in a low voice, "I will be back. No matter who you are, next time, I will kill you with my own hands and rip out all of your secrets!"
"Next time, my main body will descend and destroy everything you have!"
His body withered, and his soul was annihilated.
The clone of Trigon, a being that could easily destroy countless universes, met its end. Like a brilliant firework, it contracted, exploded, and was devoured by the Endless Blood Domain, reduced to the most basic energy.
(end of chapter)
