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The power of the Plot Gem forcibly crossed the Multiverse, pulling over the remaining Tony doppelgangers, turning them into particles to be fused.
This was an extremely subtle process. No one would notice a single human quietly disappearing from each universe.
One was very clever. To prevent himself from being discovered by other Singular Gods, he had arranged everything to be extremely subtle and low-key.
But everything he had prepared ended up benefiting Tony.
"What a crude method of ascension..."
Tony's soul also completely disintegrated. Under the influence of the Plot Gem, a framework was constructed. With the Allspark as the source of life, it slowly began to reassemble.
Everything was silent, concealed by the Plot Gem.
The Allspark also radiated light. A certain law of life firmly attracted these countless particles gathered from across the Multiverse, combining them into a new individual.
A completely new individual, one that did not exist in the entire Omni-Sphere World or the Sphere of the Gods.
With the Plot Gem as the driving force and the Allspark as the new core, everything within Tony's body was a new substance and new energy born from a unique artifact. Every single particle was branded with an unprecedented label.
Tony vaguely sensed those countless versions of himself, silently experiencing their myriad lives, and fell into silence.
He seemed to have lived through the life of every doppelganger, like countless cycles of reincarnation.
Some doppelgangers were facing the scene of Hulk's fierce battle with Abomination, on the verge of death. Only a very small number of doppelgangers survived by a stroke of luck; the luckier ones even awakened their X-Gene, gaining the capacity for superpowers.
"Only I am special, the most unique core of all of them."
Tony experienced countless similar lives, watching that inescapable, repetitive fate.
His own existence was verified time and time again. Using his own perspective and cognition, he absorbed and gathered all that he was.
Everything was very natural.
Only he, from the Prime Universe, possessed unique cognition and memories. Those were things forcibly added by One, specifically to mold him into someone different, making it convenient for One to replace him.
Across the Multiverse, countless fine black threads shrouded everything, stealthily gathering, separating, dissipating, and fusing innumerable Tonys.
Innumerable Tonys, in their ignorance, became a part of the Prime Universe's Tony.
They were mediocre, without foreknowledge or a deep understanding of the world. The most remarkable among them became nothing more than ordinary superpowered individuals, a far cry from the demigod Tony.
At this moment, all the Tonys were erased by the Plot Gem, turned into streams of pure particles, and reassembled.
"This really fits One's style—so impatient for quick success..."
Tony murmured in a low voice. In that instant, he had experienced hundreds of millions of lifetimes. His own existence was confirmed again and again, his unique body and soul inscribed and solidified.
He had already been anchored by the Allspark long ago, which had shaped him into someone unique. His memories and his knowledge of the future were thus protected from being copied or destroyed by the Multiverse.
And now, this was just an additional process that allowed him to maintain his special, unique self even without the Allspark.
And he succeeded.
In the crudest way possible.
Using the miraculous Plot Gem, he forcibly collected all the trajectories of his own existence, crudely condensing them into one, causing Tony's self-awareness to skyrocket.
Regardless of time, regardless of space, countless Tonys were all gathered by him.
If someone could look down from a god's-eye view, they would see a terrifying sight—endless, densely packed Tonys from an infinitely long timeline, superimposing on one another at a frenzied pace.
It was as if countless clones were merging into one at a speed exceeding the speed of light.
The timeline and spatial dimensions were powerless to stop it. An infinite number of Tonys were fused, becoming a part of the reborn Tony of the Prime Universe.
It was like a nail. Before, this nail needed the support of the Allspark to stay in place. But now, he could hold it firm all by himself.
Countless similar genes and souls returned, gathered, and added their weight. Similar trajectories were superimposed again and again. Every minute, every second, hundreds of millions of Tonys were added, becoming the "weight" of the newborn Tony.
The power of time gradually became ineffective, and the power of space also lost its effect.
Starting from the very genes, he became more solid and terrifying than reinforced steel. The substantialized soul gradually became a tangible reality, and the endless replication was abruptly terminated by some power.
The entire Multiverse seemed to stutter for a moment, then resumed its operations as if nothing had happened.
But from this moment on, the Multiverse's derivative duplication was completely ineffective against Tony.
Ignoring duplication, erasing the existence of his doppelgangers—this was only the first step.
"The method was a bit crude, but that guy One's techniques are truly terrifying..."
Once again, Tony took form from a state of countless particles. The movement and settling of every single particle could cause the Quantum Realm to tremble, because at this moment, Tony had completed his ascension to become a Singular Being.
A Singular Being. Every particle in their body is unique, an existence that surpasses the Multiverse.
Each particle was like the royalty of a dynasty, born superior. Regardless of whether others were willing, regardless of whether the Multiverse was willing, they had to bow their arrogant heads.
It had nothing to do with power, only with one's state of being.
Tony was reborn. His tall body emitted a fluorescent glow, as white as jade. Every inch of his skin radiated a noble, holy luster.
His profound eyes seemed to contain all the vicissitudes of the Omni-Sphere World. The memories from countless cycles of reincarnation were as placid as still water. Crossing the barrier of the multiverse had long since brought him to an awakening.
The world, in his eyes, seemed different.
Like seeing double images, wherever his gaze fell—be it planets, pocket dimensions, or even particles as small as the free-floating particles in a vacuum—there were vast, spreading afterimages, drifting, drifting.
In a higher-dimensional form, they scattered outwards, reflecting again in distant places, forming brand new universes, brand new timelines.
And no one would notice.
Except for Tony.
He looked down at himself. Everything was "normal." Those dizzying and unpleasant afterimages did not appear on him at all.
The Allspark in his mind shone brightly, just as it always had.
But the Plot Gem was now covered in cracks.
And the Soul Stone was floating quietly to the side.
Tony felt that the "contract" between himself and the Soul Stone was no longer valid.
It was a strange feeling. He had offered himself as a sacrifice to the Soul Stone and reached an agreement with it. If all had gone as expected, Tony would have become a character like Red Skull, a gatekeeper.
The Soul Stone had also been very satisfied with this agreement. Compared to someone of Red Skull's caliber, Tony was far too powerful, better able to display its uniqueness.
But at this moment, the Soul Stone was a bit dumbfounded, at a complete loss.
What? How had its servant suddenly changed?
The contract between it and its servant, though it still existed, had become directly invalid? It was as if it could no longer demand anything of Tony.
Yet Tony could still contact it through the contract.
The Soul Stone got a little angry.
It trembled, then vanished from sight, flying off in the direction of Vormir.
It sensed the deep malice of this world. There were too many liars; an unpretentious stone like itself was truly a rare find.
(end of chapter)
This was an extremely subtle process. No one would notice a single human quietly disappearing from each universe.
One was very clever. To prevent himself from being discovered by other Singular Gods, he had arranged everything to be extremely subtle and low-key.
But everything he had prepared ended up benefiting Tony.
"What a crude method of ascension..."
Tony's soul also completely disintegrated. Under the influence of the Plot Gem, a framework was constructed. With the Allspark as the source of life, it slowly began to reassemble.
Everything was silent, concealed by the Plot Gem.
The Allspark also radiated light. A certain law of life firmly attracted these countless particles gathered from across the Multiverse, combining them into a new individual.
A completely new individual, one that did not exist in the entire Omni-Sphere World or the Sphere of the Gods.
With the Plot Gem as the driving force and the Allspark as the new core, everything within Tony's body was a new substance and new energy born from a unique artifact. Every single particle was branded with an unprecedented label.
Tony vaguely sensed those countless versions of himself, silently experiencing their myriad lives, and fell into silence.
He seemed to have lived through the life of every doppelganger, like countless cycles of reincarnation.
Some doppelgangers were facing the scene of Hulk's fierce battle with Abomination, on the verge of death. Only a very small number of doppelgangers survived by a stroke of luck; the luckier ones even awakened their X-Gene, gaining the capacity for superpowers.
"Only I am special, the most unique core of all of them."
Tony experienced countless similar lives, watching that inescapable, repetitive fate.
His own existence was verified time and time again. Using his own perspective and cognition, he absorbed and gathered all that he was.
Everything was very natural.
Only he, from the Prime Universe, possessed unique cognition and memories. Those were things forcibly added by One, specifically to mold him into someone different, making it convenient for One to replace him.
Across the Multiverse, countless fine black threads shrouded everything, stealthily gathering, separating, dissipating, and fusing innumerable Tonys.
Innumerable Tonys, in their ignorance, became a part of the Prime Universe's Tony.
They were mediocre, without foreknowledge or a deep understanding of the world. The most remarkable among them became nothing more than ordinary superpowered individuals, a far cry from the demigod Tony.
At this moment, all the Tonys were erased by the Plot Gem, turned into streams of pure particles, and reassembled.
"This really fits One's style—so impatient for quick success..."
Tony murmured in a low voice. In that instant, he had experienced hundreds of millions of lifetimes. His own existence was confirmed again and again, his unique body and soul inscribed and solidified.
He had already been anchored by the Allspark long ago, which had shaped him into someone unique. His memories and his knowledge of the future were thus protected from being copied or destroyed by the Multiverse.
And now, this was just an additional process that allowed him to maintain his special, unique self even without the Allspark.
And he succeeded.
In the crudest way possible.
Using the miraculous Plot Gem, he forcibly collected all the trajectories of his own existence, crudely condensing them into one, causing Tony's self-awareness to skyrocket.
Regardless of time, regardless of space, countless Tonys were all gathered by him.
If someone could look down from a god's-eye view, they would see a terrifying sight—endless, densely packed Tonys from an infinitely long timeline, superimposing on one another at a frenzied pace.
It was as if countless clones were merging into one at a speed exceeding the speed of light.
The timeline and spatial dimensions were powerless to stop it. An infinite number of Tonys were fused, becoming a part of the reborn Tony of the Prime Universe.
It was like a nail. Before, this nail needed the support of the Allspark to stay in place. But now, he could hold it firm all by himself.
Countless similar genes and souls returned, gathered, and added their weight. Similar trajectories were superimposed again and again. Every minute, every second, hundreds of millions of Tonys were added, becoming the "weight" of the newborn Tony.
The power of time gradually became ineffective, and the power of space also lost its effect.
Starting from the very genes, he became more solid and terrifying than reinforced steel. The substantialized soul gradually became a tangible reality, and the endless replication was abruptly terminated by some power.
The entire Multiverse seemed to stutter for a moment, then resumed its operations as if nothing had happened.
But from this moment on, the Multiverse's derivative duplication was completely ineffective against Tony.
Ignoring duplication, erasing the existence of his doppelgangers—this was only the first step.
"The method was a bit crude, but that guy One's techniques are truly terrifying..."
Once again, Tony took form from a state of countless particles. The movement and settling of every single particle could cause the Quantum Realm to tremble, because at this moment, Tony had completed his ascension to become a Singular Being.
A Singular Being. Every particle in their body is unique, an existence that surpasses the Multiverse.
Each particle was like the royalty of a dynasty, born superior. Regardless of whether others were willing, regardless of whether the Multiverse was willing, they had to bow their arrogant heads.
It had nothing to do with power, only with one's state of being.
Tony was reborn. His tall body emitted a fluorescent glow, as white as jade. Every inch of his skin radiated a noble, holy luster.
His profound eyes seemed to contain all the vicissitudes of the Omni-Sphere World. The memories from countless cycles of reincarnation were as placid as still water. Crossing the barrier of the multiverse had long since brought him to an awakening.
The world, in his eyes, seemed different.
Like seeing double images, wherever his gaze fell—be it planets, pocket dimensions, or even particles as small as the free-floating particles in a vacuum—there were vast, spreading afterimages, drifting, drifting.
In a higher-dimensional form, they scattered outwards, reflecting again in distant places, forming brand new universes, brand new timelines.
And no one would notice.
Except for Tony.
He looked down at himself. Everything was "normal." Those dizzying and unpleasant afterimages did not appear on him at all.
The Allspark in his mind shone brightly, just as it always had.
But the Plot Gem was now covered in cracks.
And the Soul Stone was floating quietly to the side.
Tony felt that the "contract" between himself and the Soul Stone was no longer valid.
It was a strange feeling. He had offered himself as a sacrifice to the Soul Stone and reached an agreement with it. If all had gone as expected, Tony would have become a character like Red Skull, a gatekeeper.
The Soul Stone had also been very satisfied with this agreement. Compared to someone of Red Skull's caliber, Tony was far too powerful, better able to display its uniqueness.
But at this moment, the Soul Stone was a bit dumbfounded, at a complete loss.
What? How had its servant suddenly changed?
The contract between it and its servant, though it still existed, had become directly invalid? It was as if it could no longer demand anything of Tony.
Yet Tony could still contact it through the contract.
The Soul Stone got a little angry.
It trembled, then vanished from sight, flying off in the direction of Vormir.
It sensed the deep malice of this world. There were too many liars; an unpretentious stone like itself was truly a rare find.
(end of chapter)
