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"This feeling is really... strange..."
Tony shook his head with a light chuckle, not stopping the Soul Stone's departure.
He could even feel the deep resentment coming from the Soul Stone.
Alright, the Soul Stone was pissed off.
It had finally found a decent gatekeeper, so it had happily relaxed the contract's requirements to let Tony use it once, and had even been magnanimous enough to kick away that weakling, Red Skull.
The result? It had actually been deceived.
Tony had deceived it—it, who was so pure, kind, and righteous!
Filled with deep resentment and dissatisfaction, the Soul Stone, like a petulant child, stormed straight back to the planet Vormir.
Although their contract was still active, the Soul Stone decided it would no longer contact Tony.
Unbelievable! This world was truly cruel. Although it didn't know what had happened, this detestable human had definitely deceived it.
"I've probably been put on the Soul Stone's blacklist now."
Tony's lips curled into a light smile.
He didn't stop the Soul Stone. While he was somewhat curious about the soul world within it, such matters were unimportant to him at this moment.
Tony needed to focus on his own state first.
Overall, the feeling after his ascension was not wonderful; in fact, it was terrible.
Tony constantly felt dizzy and nauseous. The world was full of afterimages—countless afterimages he could clearly see and feel, afterimages of afterimages, afterimages of afterimages of afterimages...
An infinitely repeating replication.
With just a slight glance, a terrifying computational load—cognitive information that transcended dimensions—swarmed into Tony's mind, joyfully battering his central processor and soul.
Heavy. This was what Tony felt now. A massive amount of information was constantly pouring in, pressing down on his body and soul.
He seemed to suddenly understand why Slim had repeatedly emphasized that it was too soon.
"That guy probably wanted to wait until I reached Level Seven before showing himself. Only at Level Seven would I have the ability to withstand this explosive ocean of information... I'm still a long way off..."
"Besides, something feels very strange..."
Tony rubbed his forehead, his tall and straight body trembling slightly. Imposing, strong, aesthetically perfect, and one of a kind in the world.
The feeling of disharmony assaulted Tony's thoughts and perceptions in waves.
It was as if his existence was out of sync with his surroundings, and even his own inner self was dissonant.
It felt like a frequency problem.
It wasn't because of the conflict between his singularity and the multiverse's space-time, but because... Tony himself lacked the strength to bear this conflict.
For other singular gods, a certain degree of disharmony was normal; after all, the multiverse could not affect them.
But in Tony's case, this feeling of disharmony felt more like a disconnection.
He should have been connected, but Tony was constantly disconnected from his surroundings, perpetually out of sync.
The surging tide of countless pieces of information suppressed him, making him even more incapable of connecting.
Something was lacking within Tony himself as well, like a fruit that had been forced to ripen prematurely. It looked mature on the outside, but it wasn't.
It was incomplete, imperfect. But with enough time to sync with his surroundings, he could become a Level Seven singularity, shocking the entire Sphere of the Gods.
His name would also be remembered by countless singular gods.
"Is this the price for a demigod forcefully undergoing ascension to a singularity? A demigod shouldn't even be qualified to touch the boundaries of a singularity..."
Tony shook his head with a bitter smile.
Too soon.
It was indeed too soon.
For Tony, his singularity state was a burden. He couldn't enjoy the immense benefits it brought because he couldn't even skillfully bear the most basic flow of information.
But Tony had absolutely no regrets. After all, this was a singularity!
Even if it was an incomplete singularity! Even if it was a quasi-unique state, full of drawbacks, achieved through crude and external force!
He just needed time to grow. The foundation was already laid; he only had to follow the established path!
In truth, the current Tony should have already been noticed by the beings of the Sphere of the Gods. But thankfully, the Plot Gem concealed him. Furthermore, he was like a premature baby, imperfect in every way.
"Among all the singular lives throughout history, my method of ascension was probably the crudest..."
An odd expression on his face, Tony smiled, tightly gripping the crack-covered Plot Gem in his hand.
Which of the true singular gods hadn't spent hundreds of millions of years, moving at a snail's pace, solidifying their own trajectory bit by bit, hammering themselves like a nail into reality?
Every hundred million years, hammer it in a little. Every hundred million years, hammer it in a little more...
Even Darkseid, who possessed the Omega Effect, took advantage of being born in the Sphere of the Gods to improve himself bit by bit.
Apokolips itself drifts within the Sphere of the Gods, so there's no need to worry about the multiverse's replication. As the offspring of Yuga Khan, Darkseid was born with the blood of a singular god, and the multiverse's meager replication ability could not interfere with the power of a singular god at all.
It was indeed unfair. The beings of the Sphere of the Gods were born nobler than those of the Omni-Sphere World.
Even the slightest connection to a singular god, even a tiny legacy of their remnant power, could help them stabilize themselves. It's like gently tapping a nail to make it stand upright. Even if a gust of wind could knock it over, it was still nailed in place.
This small head start was enough to make countless beings of the multiverse die of envy.
Whether they could become a singular god, however, still depended on those lucky few themselves.
Within the Sphere of the Gods, not every life is a singular life. The vast majority are simply influenced by a singular god from birth.
Spacetime in the Sphere of the Gods is already completely condensed and fixed, so weaker beings don't have to worry about a bunch of copies of themselves popping up.
"Level Six... a true quasi-cosmic level..."
A slight smile touched Tony's lips as he felt his power. Vast, endless, terrifying energy. Every single one of his cells seemed to contain an energy cluster comparable to a galaxy. He could effortlessly resist the noble essence of the multiverse, looking down on everything, casually crushing all that surrounded him.
Having crossed the threshold, Tony could clearly recognize everything about himself, unlike at Level Five, where it felt like he was looking through a veil.
There is no absolute boundary between Level Five and Level Six; the only difference is between being incomplete and being perfect.
To put it bluntly, Level Six means truly understanding oneself and controlling everything one possesses. They are just one step away from the threshold of Level Seven.
A Level Five, on the other hand, might not even be able to see the threshold, and their cognitive power is very crude.
Perhaps a Level Five could defeat a Level Six with brute force, but a Level Five being could never hope to find the path to becoming Level Seven.
Cosmic-level beings are existences that can rival an entire universe. Every single one can be called great.
A Level Six has already seen that threshold, while a Level Five is still blind.
"I'm just one step away. When I become Level Seven, I will become a True God—a real God! A 'True God' different from the ordinary Level Seven kind!"
"At that time, I will become another eternal, singular deity whose name echoes throughout the Sphere of the Gods, and I will possess a divine name of my own..."
Tony grinned, joy filling his eyes. After doing so much, everything was perfect—it would be even better without the constant assault of that terrifying, omnipresent flood of information.
Tony felt that he might need a period of quiet recuperation to adapt, otherwise something bad would happen sooner or later.
He was a walking, humanoid information database... If he wasn't careful, he could cause the weak beings of the multiverse to just pop!
He didn't want to harm the people he cared about.
But what Tony didn't know was that the impact he had caused was far more astonishing than he could have ever imagined.
(end of chapter)
Tony shook his head with a light chuckle, not stopping the Soul Stone's departure.
He could even feel the deep resentment coming from the Soul Stone.
Alright, the Soul Stone was pissed off.
It had finally found a decent gatekeeper, so it had happily relaxed the contract's requirements to let Tony use it once, and had even been magnanimous enough to kick away that weakling, Red Skull.
The result? It had actually been deceived.
Tony had deceived it—it, who was so pure, kind, and righteous!
Filled with deep resentment and dissatisfaction, the Soul Stone, like a petulant child, stormed straight back to the planet Vormir.
Although their contract was still active, the Soul Stone decided it would no longer contact Tony.
Unbelievable! This world was truly cruel. Although it didn't know what had happened, this detestable human had definitely deceived it.
"I've probably been put on the Soul Stone's blacklist now."
Tony's lips curled into a light smile.
He didn't stop the Soul Stone. While he was somewhat curious about the soul world within it, such matters were unimportant to him at this moment.
Tony needed to focus on his own state first.
Overall, the feeling after his ascension was not wonderful; in fact, it was terrible.
Tony constantly felt dizzy and nauseous. The world was full of afterimages—countless afterimages he could clearly see and feel, afterimages of afterimages, afterimages of afterimages of afterimages...
An infinitely repeating replication.
With just a slight glance, a terrifying computational load—cognitive information that transcended dimensions—swarmed into Tony's mind, joyfully battering his central processor and soul.
Heavy. This was what Tony felt now. A massive amount of information was constantly pouring in, pressing down on his body and soul.
He seemed to suddenly understand why Slim had repeatedly emphasized that it was too soon.
"That guy probably wanted to wait until I reached Level Seven before showing himself. Only at Level Seven would I have the ability to withstand this explosive ocean of information... I'm still a long way off..."
"Besides, something feels very strange..."
Tony rubbed his forehead, his tall and straight body trembling slightly. Imposing, strong, aesthetically perfect, and one of a kind in the world.
The feeling of disharmony assaulted Tony's thoughts and perceptions in waves.
It was as if his existence was out of sync with his surroundings, and even his own inner self was dissonant.
It felt like a frequency problem.
It wasn't because of the conflict between his singularity and the multiverse's space-time, but because... Tony himself lacked the strength to bear this conflict.
For other singular gods, a certain degree of disharmony was normal; after all, the multiverse could not affect them.
But in Tony's case, this feeling of disharmony felt more like a disconnection.
He should have been connected, but Tony was constantly disconnected from his surroundings, perpetually out of sync.
The surging tide of countless pieces of information suppressed him, making him even more incapable of connecting.
Something was lacking within Tony himself as well, like a fruit that had been forced to ripen prematurely. It looked mature on the outside, but it wasn't.
It was incomplete, imperfect. But with enough time to sync with his surroundings, he could become a Level Seven singularity, shocking the entire Sphere of the Gods.
His name would also be remembered by countless singular gods.
"Is this the price for a demigod forcefully undergoing ascension to a singularity? A demigod shouldn't even be qualified to touch the boundaries of a singularity..."
Tony shook his head with a bitter smile.
Too soon.
It was indeed too soon.
For Tony, his singularity state was a burden. He couldn't enjoy the immense benefits it brought because he couldn't even skillfully bear the most basic flow of information.
But Tony had absolutely no regrets. After all, this was a singularity!
Even if it was an incomplete singularity! Even if it was a quasi-unique state, full of drawbacks, achieved through crude and external force!
He just needed time to grow. The foundation was already laid; he only had to follow the established path!
In truth, the current Tony should have already been noticed by the beings of the Sphere of the Gods. But thankfully, the Plot Gem concealed him. Furthermore, he was like a premature baby, imperfect in every way.
"Among all the singular lives throughout history, my method of ascension was probably the crudest..."
An odd expression on his face, Tony smiled, tightly gripping the crack-covered Plot Gem in his hand.
Which of the true singular gods hadn't spent hundreds of millions of years, moving at a snail's pace, solidifying their own trajectory bit by bit, hammering themselves like a nail into reality?
Every hundred million years, hammer it in a little. Every hundred million years, hammer it in a little more...
Even Darkseid, who possessed the Omega Effect, took advantage of being born in the Sphere of the Gods to improve himself bit by bit.
Apokolips itself drifts within the Sphere of the Gods, so there's no need to worry about the multiverse's replication. As the offspring of Yuga Khan, Darkseid was born with the blood of a singular god, and the multiverse's meager replication ability could not interfere with the power of a singular god at all.
It was indeed unfair. The beings of the Sphere of the Gods were born nobler than those of the Omni-Sphere World.
Even the slightest connection to a singular god, even a tiny legacy of their remnant power, could help them stabilize themselves. It's like gently tapping a nail to make it stand upright. Even if a gust of wind could knock it over, it was still nailed in place.
This small head start was enough to make countless beings of the multiverse die of envy.
Whether they could become a singular god, however, still depended on those lucky few themselves.
Within the Sphere of the Gods, not every life is a singular life. The vast majority are simply influenced by a singular god from birth.
Spacetime in the Sphere of the Gods is already completely condensed and fixed, so weaker beings don't have to worry about a bunch of copies of themselves popping up.
"Level Six... a true quasi-cosmic level..."
A slight smile touched Tony's lips as he felt his power. Vast, endless, terrifying energy. Every single one of his cells seemed to contain an energy cluster comparable to a galaxy. He could effortlessly resist the noble essence of the multiverse, looking down on everything, casually crushing all that surrounded him.
Having crossed the threshold, Tony could clearly recognize everything about himself, unlike at Level Five, where it felt like he was looking through a veil.
There is no absolute boundary between Level Five and Level Six; the only difference is between being incomplete and being perfect.
To put it bluntly, Level Six means truly understanding oneself and controlling everything one possesses. They are just one step away from the threshold of Level Seven.
A Level Five, on the other hand, might not even be able to see the threshold, and their cognitive power is very crude.
Perhaps a Level Five could defeat a Level Six with brute force, but a Level Five being could never hope to find the path to becoming Level Seven.
Cosmic-level beings are existences that can rival an entire universe. Every single one can be called great.
A Level Six has already seen that threshold, while a Level Five is still blind.
"I'm just one step away. When I become Level Seven, I will become a True God—a real God! A 'True God' different from the ordinary Level Seven kind!"
"At that time, I will become another eternal, singular deity whose name echoes throughout the Sphere of the Gods, and I will possess a divine name of my own..."
Tony grinned, joy filling his eyes. After doing so much, everything was perfect—it would be even better without the constant assault of that terrifying, omnipresent flood of information.
Tony felt that he might need a period of quiet recuperation to adapt, otherwise something bad would happen sooner or later.
He was a walking, humanoid information database... If he wasn't careful, he could cause the weak beings of the multiverse to just pop!
He didn't want to harm the people he cared about.
But what Tony didn't know was that the impact he had caused was far more astonishing than he could have ever imagined.
(end of chapter)
