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Chapter 463 I Can't Let Him Kill Me
In a truly ancient era, the ancient Kryptonians attempted to overcome their racial weaknesses—their fear of Kryptonite, magic, and a red sun—by developing a new, perfect Kryptonian.
This wasn't an unreasonable goal, as Kryptonians were a genetically engineered species who could use artificial means to create offspring and continue their civilization.
Unfortunately, the method they employed was extremely radical.
The chief scientist, a man named Portland, personally led the research team. After much deliberation, he ultimately decided to create a test subject capable of adapting to any hostile environment.
If it could overcome any environment, it could naturally overcome weaknesses like Kryptonite, magic, and the red sun.
Portland created an infant, one no different from any other Kryptonian.
Plump and white, it grew within an incubation sac in the Genesis Chamber.
Then, Portland brutally killed it, extracted its genes, and developed a new infant. Over the long years that followed, Portland repeatedly threw the infant into all sorts of perilous environments, watching dispassionately as it died, only to extract its genes and revive it time and time again.
This process continued for ten years, all while preserving the infant's memories. Portland believed this would better stimulate genetic mutation, making it more convenient for him to extract the special genes.
Portland succeeded. He finally created a child that could adapt to any harsh environment.
Through countless revivals, this child successfully conquered death. It had directly converted the process of death and revival into its own genetic instinct.
Frenzied evolution, evolving to the point where it could adapt to any environment, was the very thing this infant—who had died and suffered torment countless times—relied on for survival.
Portland succeeded. The ancient Kryptonians succeeded. They had created a miracle of life, miraculously finding the correct path among countless impossibilities.
They originally believed that Krypton would ascend to glory, that their entire race would achieve deification. But unfortunately, the infant who had long since lost its sanity in the cycle of death and reincarnation slowly grew up, its mind becoming twisted, extreme, and bent on destruction.
Nothing the Kryptonians had at their disposal was enough to kill it anymore, because it could revive and become even stronger.
It destroyed Krypton, slaughtering everyone, including Portland, and began its long journey of cosmic conquest.
Slaughter, adapt, die, revive, then slaughter and adapt again... This was everything it pursued, because from the moment of its birth, this was the only way it could survive. It was something etched into its genetic instincts.
This life form, later called "Doomsday," is the origin of all versions of Doomsday across every universe to this day, and the single most powerful individual among all types of Doomsday.
Countless terrified life forms specifically bestowed upon this monster the prefix "Ancient."
And so, it gained the exclusive title of Ancient Doomsday.
Compared to its inferior, weakly-made counterparts, Ancient Doomsday is invincible. To this day, not even the singular gods have found a way to counter it.
All who fought Doomsday either died or fled, becoming nothing more than nutrients for Ancient Doomsday's continuous enhancement.
Even the singular gods, beings of incredible wisdom and power, were filled with dread for Ancient Doomsday.
After obtaining General Zod's corpse, Tony had once been ambitious, wanting to recreate a controllable Ancient Doomsday, to add a sharp blade to his arsenal for his conquest of the multiverse and, eventually, to sweep through the Sphere of the Gods.
If he had a powerful follower like Ancient Doomsday, one that was immortal and capable of infinite evolution, Tony would fear no enemy.
What's that? A deity discovered him?
Some terrifying enemy wants to kill him?
Excellent. Shut the gates and release Doomsday.
The Deity: Win, Win, Win, Draw, Draw, Defeated.
It was that simple.
But his progress was incredibly awkward. Forget a being on the level of Ancient Doomsday; he was having immense difficulty creating even an inferior version of Doomsday.
Creating a Doomsday was simply too difficult, even the most inferior kind that would stay dead after being killed once.
In fact, looking across the multiverse, many universes never once gave birth to a creature like Doomsday.
The difficulty was just too staggering.
But now, that Level Eight Ancient Doomsday was heading straight for Earth.
It had locked onto Tony.
If they didn't find a way to stop it, the entire Earth would be shattered, and everything would end.
At this moment in Wakanda, Tony stared at the sky with a grim expression, his eyes fixed on that direction. His gaze spanned billions of light-years, clearly sensing that tyrannical aura.
A single glance felt like being plunged into an icy abyss.
A being like Trigon could be defeated.
But if the enemy was Ancient Doomsday... how could one fight it?
Injuring it would only make it stronger. Killing it would be tantamount to helping it evolve again. And if you merely maintained a stalemate, it would learn and master all your fighting methods, then evolve a way to counter you and kill you in return.
You specialize in annihilation? It will evolve a super-strong life force.
You're good at magic? Great, in minutes it will possess terrifyingly high magic resistance.
You're skilled with time? Ancient Doomsday says that's useless against it.
No matter what ability you use, it can always evolve a way to counter you. Even if it is defeated in battle, it will revive on the spot shortly after and continue to hunt you down.
"It seems that beast with its astonishing intuition has smelled the aura on me."
Tony's face was ashen.
After Death, another terrifying entity had discovered his trait of a singular god.
Tony guessed that Ancient Doomsday must have sensed a component within him that could complete it, and was now madly rushing over from other universes.
What was Ancient Doomsday still lacking?
Only one thing.
The noble essence of a singular god.
Although Ancient Doomsday could already break free from the multiverse's replication ability—because the multiverse itself could never replicate such a terrifying creature; Ancient Doomsday possessed the power to destroy the multiverse, and the multiverse would never be stupid enough to mass-produce its own uncontrollable gravediggers.
While the multiverse lacks consciousness, it possesses an instinct for self-preservation, a predetermined, stable system that has formed from the continuous derivation of infinite universes.
Ancient Doomsday only lacked the essence for ascension into a singularity—the trait that would cause all other Doomsdays in the multiverse to vanish and become a part of itself.
Tony no longer had any doppelgangers, as he had absorbed them all to forge the one and only Tony he was now.
But there were still many creatures like Doomsday.
"I can't let him kill me..." Tony said with a grim face.
Even if Tony had arranged numerous revival contingencies for himself, it would be meaningless.
A singularity Doomsday would be a complete disaster. Even if Tony revived, he would just be humiliatingly slaughtered again and again.
Tony could not yet withstand the impact of the multiverse's destruction.
Tony fell silent for a moment, ignoring the furious Clark and the Transformers gathering around him. He took a step, just about to start preparing a method to resist Doomsday, when someone found him first.
(end of chapter)
In a truly ancient era, the ancient Kryptonians attempted to overcome their racial weaknesses—their fear of Kryptonite, magic, and a red sun—by developing a new, perfect Kryptonian.
This wasn't an unreasonable goal, as Kryptonians were a genetically engineered species who could use artificial means to create offspring and continue their civilization.
Unfortunately, the method they employed was extremely radical.
The chief scientist, a man named Portland, personally led the research team. After much deliberation, he ultimately decided to create a test subject capable of adapting to any hostile environment.
If it could overcome any environment, it could naturally overcome weaknesses like Kryptonite, magic, and the red sun.
Portland created an infant, one no different from any other Kryptonian.
Plump and white, it grew within an incubation sac in the Genesis Chamber.
Then, Portland brutally killed it, extracted its genes, and developed a new infant. Over the long years that followed, Portland repeatedly threw the infant into all sorts of perilous environments, watching dispassionately as it died, only to extract its genes and revive it time and time again.
This process continued for ten years, all while preserving the infant's memories. Portland believed this would better stimulate genetic mutation, making it more convenient for him to extract the special genes.
Portland succeeded. He finally created a child that could adapt to any harsh environment.
Through countless revivals, this child successfully conquered death. It had directly converted the process of death and revival into its own genetic instinct.
Frenzied evolution, evolving to the point where it could adapt to any environment, was the very thing this infant—who had died and suffered torment countless times—relied on for survival.
Portland succeeded. The ancient Kryptonians succeeded. They had created a miracle of life, miraculously finding the correct path among countless impossibilities.
They originally believed that Krypton would ascend to glory, that their entire race would achieve deification. But unfortunately, the infant who had long since lost its sanity in the cycle of death and reincarnation slowly grew up, its mind becoming twisted, extreme, and bent on destruction.
Nothing the Kryptonians had at their disposal was enough to kill it anymore, because it could revive and become even stronger.
It destroyed Krypton, slaughtering everyone, including Portland, and began its long journey of cosmic conquest.
Slaughter, adapt, die, revive, then slaughter and adapt again... This was everything it pursued, because from the moment of its birth, this was the only way it could survive. It was something etched into its genetic instincts.
This life form, later called "Doomsday," is the origin of all versions of Doomsday across every universe to this day, and the single most powerful individual among all types of Doomsday.
Countless terrified life forms specifically bestowed upon this monster the prefix "Ancient."
And so, it gained the exclusive title of Ancient Doomsday.
Compared to its inferior, weakly-made counterparts, Ancient Doomsday is invincible. To this day, not even the singular gods have found a way to counter it.
All who fought Doomsday either died or fled, becoming nothing more than nutrients for Ancient Doomsday's continuous enhancement.
Even the singular gods, beings of incredible wisdom and power, were filled with dread for Ancient Doomsday.
After obtaining General Zod's corpse, Tony had once been ambitious, wanting to recreate a controllable Ancient Doomsday, to add a sharp blade to his arsenal for his conquest of the multiverse and, eventually, to sweep through the Sphere of the Gods.
If he had a powerful follower like Ancient Doomsday, one that was immortal and capable of infinite evolution, Tony would fear no enemy.
What's that? A deity discovered him?
Some terrifying enemy wants to kill him?
Excellent. Shut the gates and release Doomsday.
The Deity: Win, Win, Win, Draw, Draw, Defeated.
It was that simple.
But his progress was incredibly awkward. Forget a being on the level of Ancient Doomsday; he was having immense difficulty creating even an inferior version of Doomsday.
Creating a Doomsday was simply too difficult, even the most inferior kind that would stay dead after being killed once.
In fact, looking across the multiverse, many universes never once gave birth to a creature like Doomsday.
The difficulty was just too staggering.
But now, that Level Eight Ancient Doomsday was heading straight for Earth.
It had locked onto Tony.
If they didn't find a way to stop it, the entire Earth would be shattered, and everything would end.
At this moment in Wakanda, Tony stared at the sky with a grim expression, his eyes fixed on that direction. His gaze spanned billions of light-years, clearly sensing that tyrannical aura.
A single glance felt like being plunged into an icy abyss.
A being like Trigon could be defeated.
But if the enemy was Ancient Doomsday... how could one fight it?
Injuring it would only make it stronger. Killing it would be tantamount to helping it evolve again. And if you merely maintained a stalemate, it would learn and master all your fighting methods, then evolve a way to counter you and kill you in return.
You specialize in annihilation? It will evolve a super-strong life force.
You're good at magic? Great, in minutes it will possess terrifyingly high magic resistance.
You're skilled with time? Ancient Doomsday says that's useless against it.
No matter what ability you use, it can always evolve a way to counter you. Even if it is defeated in battle, it will revive on the spot shortly after and continue to hunt you down.
"It seems that beast with its astonishing intuition has smelled the aura on me."
Tony's face was ashen.
After Death, another terrifying entity had discovered his trait of a singular god.
Tony guessed that Ancient Doomsday must have sensed a component within him that could complete it, and was now madly rushing over from other universes.
What was Ancient Doomsday still lacking?
Only one thing.
The noble essence of a singular god.
Although Ancient Doomsday could already break free from the multiverse's replication ability—because the multiverse itself could never replicate such a terrifying creature; Ancient Doomsday possessed the power to destroy the multiverse, and the multiverse would never be stupid enough to mass-produce its own uncontrollable gravediggers.
While the multiverse lacks consciousness, it possesses an instinct for self-preservation, a predetermined, stable system that has formed from the continuous derivation of infinite universes.
Ancient Doomsday only lacked the essence for ascension into a singularity—the trait that would cause all other Doomsdays in the multiverse to vanish and become a part of itself.
Tony no longer had any doppelgangers, as he had absorbed them all to forge the one and only Tony he was now.
But there were still many creatures like Doomsday.
"I can't let him kill me..." Tony said with a grim face.
Even if Tony had arranged numerous revival contingencies for himself, it would be meaningless.
A singularity Doomsday would be a complete disaster. Even if Tony revived, he would just be humiliatingly slaughtered again and again.
Tony could not yet withstand the impact of the multiverse's destruction.
Tony fell silent for a moment, ignoring the furious Clark and the Transformers gathering around him. He took a step, just about to start preparing a method to resist Doomsday, when someone found him first.
(end of chapter)
