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Chapter 464: Metron, the God of Knowledge
"Run, Clark. Doomsday is here."
Before the dust-covered Clark could question him, Tony replied faintly.
Clark had rushed over to stop him. While it was a bit late and ultimately useless, his actions were certainly worthy of a champion of justice.
Megatron walked over from the side, a shocked expression on his face.
He knew what Doomsday meant.
"Could it be ours...?"
"No, it's a visitor from an alternate universe. A monster that even the deities fear, the source of all Doomsdays," Tony said.
Megatron fell silent.
Starscream scrambled up from the ground, looking completely bewildered. There was a dent in his stomach where Clark had struck him upon arrival, sending him flying with a single punch.
Clark's expression turned serious. "What did you discover?"
"I told you. Doomsday is here."
Tony paid Clark no further mind. Nothing else mattered anymore. If they couldn't survive this, they would all die.
The enemy was Doomsday, a being that wouldn't stop until it had killed everyone.
The Transformers immediately accelerated their plunder of the vibranium.
Tony also stopped replacing Wakanda's soil, his expression grave as he thought.
A breeze blew past.
"It's not too late to regret it. Beg me, and I'll help you." A little girl appeared beside Tony. No one else noticed her in the slightest. She looked at Tony.
"Can you defeat Doomsday?"
A hint of mockery touched the corner of Tony's mouth.
The little girl instantly vanished.
Even if her true form came, she would be no match for Doomsday. She presided over the death and end of all living things, but that was utterly useless against a Doomsday that had overcome death.
Just as Tony was about to leave Wakanda, another flash of light appeared.
This time, everyone saw it.
A square-backed chair suddenly materialized, floating steadily in the air. A man wearing a helmet sat upon it, his expression incomparably serious.
"Beings of Earth, a terrifying enemy is on its way," the man said, his tone heavy.
"You are the guardian of this planet, the one people depend on. Everyone is counting on you."
The man looked at Tony.
"The people count on me, but who do I count on? You?" Tony's expression didn't change in the slightest as he answered calmly.
"No, no, no, I can't possibly defeat that monster." The man shook his head with a wry smile.
Megatron raised his weapon and growled, "Who are you?"
"There's no need to be tense. My name is Metron, keeper of all knowledge past and present, a watcher of thoughts and timelines. I am not your enemy. On the contrary, I am here to warn you. A crisis has arrived, and this time, it is one far more desperate than Trigon's invasion."
The man sitting on the chair said, "Tony, I know your name. I know it was you who resisted Trigon and saved this universe. But now, doomsday has come again."
Tony stopped the others who wanted to ask questions, thoughtfully sizing up the chair beneath Metron—or perhaps "throne" was a more fitting term.
"Are you the new God of Knowledge now?" Tony asked suddenly.
Metron paused, somewhat stunned, then nodded frankly. "I have just taken this seat from Mobius and have only recently become the God of Knowledge. But you... to recognize the origin of this chair at a single glance is truly surprising. Logically, you shouldn't know of such things..."
"Don't test me with what you consider common sense, Metron," Tony interrupted him flatly. "Even if you are the God of Knowledge, you can't possibly know everything."
Metron nodded in understanding, his temper surprisingly good. "You're right. I was indeed being arrogant. I will reflect on that. I know you have your secrets. For example, to this day, I still don't know how you defeated Trigon."
"With my own methods, of course," Tony replied casually.
Metron was a well-known peacemaker in DC Comics, one who always liked to mediate complex conflicts.
Once, this guy even ran off to the Sphere of the Gods to meet directly with Darkseid and Highfather, attempting to mediate the conflict between the two sworn enemies.
And he actually succeeded. With words alone, he delayed the imminent war between Apokolips and New Genesis, bringing a hundred years of peace to the two planets.
Although it was ultimately useless, as the war soon broke out again.
Metron himself had little power; he relied entirely on the magical chair beneath his ass.
This chair, called the "Mobius Chair," was a powerful computer created by Mobius, the ruler of the Anti-Matter Universe, and it was not bound by space-time.
Later, Mobius found an even more powerful weapon and decisively abandoned the chair, which Metron then seized the opportunity to acquire.
In other words, whoever sat on this chair became the God of Knowledge. Even if a pig were to sit on it, it would instantly become a pig god.
Hmm, it seemed Metron was trying to make Tony his first client as a peacemaker.
His confidence soaring after sitting on the Mobius Chair and becoming the God of Knowledge, Metron was intoxicated by the vast ocean of knowledge and secrets, and his ego had become somewhat inflated.
Tony gave Metron a cold look, his gaze lingering on the chair beneath him, then turned to leave.
"Listen, Tony, you're in a very dangerous situation," Metron said with a serious face, looking down at him from his chair.
Tony turned back. "So, how do you plan to help me? Against an enemy like Ancient Doomsday, what help can you possibly offer?"
"Ancient Doomsday desires something, Tony. I can feel this clearly because I possess all knowledge."
"Give that thing to him, then banish him. By doing so, you can save your universe, save Wanda, save Max, save Raven... and save yourself as well."
Metron said solemnly, his white eyes emitting a pale luster.
Tony's movements paused. He looked up, gazing seriously at this newly-promoted God of Knowledge, and fell into deep thought.
Are all Gods of Knowledge... this arrogant and conceited? Mobius never should have abandoned this chair, because now the world had one more idiot enslaved by it.
Metron spoke eloquently, "Listen, no one is a match for Ancient Doomsday. I'm doing this for your own good. As long as you hand that thing over, he will definitely leave... I have never seen that monster desire something so intensely."
As he spoke, every word dripped with concern, trying to persuade Tony to voluntarily hand over that unknown item, as if it were the only way to save his life.
"Metron, the one who desires that thing isn't Doomsday. It's you, isn't it!"
A cold sneer appeared on Tony's face as a chill quietly rose. "Because you also desire to know my secret. You want to know what I relied on to defeat Trigon."
Metron looked down at him, his face stern. "I am merely thinking of this universe's future."
(end of chapter)
"Run, Clark. Doomsday is here."
Before the dust-covered Clark could question him, Tony replied faintly.
Clark had rushed over to stop him. While it was a bit late and ultimately useless, his actions were certainly worthy of a champion of justice.
Megatron walked over from the side, a shocked expression on his face.
He knew what Doomsday meant.
"Could it be ours...?"
"No, it's a visitor from an alternate universe. A monster that even the deities fear, the source of all Doomsdays," Tony said.
Megatron fell silent.
Starscream scrambled up from the ground, looking completely bewildered. There was a dent in his stomach where Clark had struck him upon arrival, sending him flying with a single punch.
Clark's expression turned serious. "What did you discover?"
"I told you. Doomsday is here."
Tony paid Clark no further mind. Nothing else mattered anymore. If they couldn't survive this, they would all die.
The enemy was Doomsday, a being that wouldn't stop until it had killed everyone.
The Transformers immediately accelerated their plunder of the vibranium.
Tony also stopped replacing Wakanda's soil, his expression grave as he thought.
A breeze blew past.
"It's not too late to regret it. Beg me, and I'll help you." A little girl appeared beside Tony. No one else noticed her in the slightest. She looked at Tony.
"Can you defeat Doomsday?"
A hint of mockery touched the corner of Tony's mouth.
The little girl instantly vanished.
Even if her true form came, she would be no match for Doomsday. She presided over the death and end of all living things, but that was utterly useless against a Doomsday that had overcome death.
Just as Tony was about to leave Wakanda, another flash of light appeared.
This time, everyone saw it.
A square-backed chair suddenly materialized, floating steadily in the air. A man wearing a helmet sat upon it, his expression incomparably serious.
"Beings of Earth, a terrifying enemy is on its way," the man said, his tone heavy.
"You are the guardian of this planet, the one people depend on. Everyone is counting on you."
The man looked at Tony.
"The people count on me, but who do I count on? You?" Tony's expression didn't change in the slightest as he answered calmly.
"No, no, no, I can't possibly defeat that monster." The man shook his head with a wry smile.
Megatron raised his weapon and growled, "Who are you?"
"There's no need to be tense. My name is Metron, keeper of all knowledge past and present, a watcher of thoughts and timelines. I am not your enemy. On the contrary, I am here to warn you. A crisis has arrived, and this time, it is one far more desperate than Trigon's invasion."
The man sitting on the chair said, "Tony, I know your name. I know it was you who resisted Trigon and saved this universe. But now, doomsday has come again."
Tony stopped the others who wanted to ask questions, thoughtfully sizing up the chair beneath Metron—or perhaps "throne" was a more fitting term.
"Are you the new God of Knowledge now?" Tony asked suddenly.
Metron paused, somewhat stunned, then nodded frankly. "I have just taken this seat from Mobius and have only recently become the God of Knowledge. But you... to recognize the origin of this chair at a single glance is truly surprising. Logically, you shouldn't know of such things..."
"Don't test me with what you consider common sense, Metron," Tony interrupted him flatly. "Even if you are the God of Knowledge, you can't possibly know everything."
Metron nodded in understanding, his temper surprisingly good. "You're right. I was indeed being arrogant. I will reflect on that. I know you have your secrets. For example, to this day, I still don't know how you defeated Trigon."
"With my own methods, of course," Tony replied casually.
Metron was a well-known peacemaker in DC Comics, one who always liked to mediate complex conflicts.
Once, this guy even ran off to the Sphere of the Gods to meet directly with Darkseid and Highfather, attempting to mediate the conflict between the two sworn enemies.
And he actually succeeded. With words alone, he delayed the imminent war between Apokolips and New Genesis, bringing a hundred years of peace to the two planets.
Although it was ultimately useless, as the war soon broke out again.
Metron himself had little power; he relied entirely on the magical chair beneath his ass.
This chair, called the "Mobius Chair," was a powerful computer created by Mobius, the ruler of the Anti-Matter Universe, and it was not bound by space-time.
Later, Mobius found an even more powerful weapon and decisively abandoned the chair, which Metron then seized the opportunity to acquire.
In other words, whoever sat on this chair became the God of Knowledge. Even if a pig were to sit on it, it would instantly become a pig god.
Hmm, it seemed Metron was trying to make Tony his first client as a peacemaker.
His confidence soaring after sitting on the Mobius Chair and becoming the God of Knowledge, Metron was intoxicated by the vast ocean of knowledge and secrets, and his ego had become somewhat inflated.
Tony gave Metron a cold look, his gaze lingering on the chair beneath him, then turned to leave.
"Listen, Tony, you're in a very dangerous situation," Metron said with a serious face, looking down at him from his chair.
Tony turned back. "So, how do you plan to help me? Against an enemy like Ancient Doomsday, what help can you possibly offer?"
"Ancient Doomsday desires something, Tony. I can feel this clearly because I possess all knowledge."
"Give that thing to him, then banish him. By doing so, you can save your universe, save Wanda, save Max, save Raven... and save yourself as well."
Metron said solemnly, his white eyes emitting a pale luster.
Tony's movements paused. He looked up, gazing seriously at this newly-promoted God of Knowledge, and fell into deep thought.
Are all Gods of Knowledge... this arrogant and conceited? Mobius never should have abandoned this chair, because now the world had one more idiot enslaved by it.
Metron spoke eloquently, "Listen, no one is a match for Ancient Doomsday. I'm doing this for your own good. As long as you hand that thing over, he will definitely leave... I have never seen that monster desire something so intensely."
As he spoke, every word dripped with concern, trying to persuade Tony to voluntarily hand over that unknown item, as if it were the only way to save his life.
"Metron, the one who desires that thing isn't Doomsday. It's you, isn't it!"
A cold sneer appeared on Tony's face as a chill quietly rose. "Because you also desire to know my secret. You want to know what I relied on to defeat Trigon."
Metron looked down at him, his face stern. "I am merely thinking of this universe's future."
(end of chapter)
