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Chapter 465: Get Down!
Metron was a very interesting fellow.
He was also a classic example of a show-off turning into a fool.
He appeared in the Marvel/DC Comics crossover series, *Avengers vs. Justice League*. The Grandmaster went to persuade the Justice League, while he was responsible for coming to the Marvel side to convince the Avengers, guiding them step by step to make the two teams fight.
Metron gave the impression of a mediator, someone who had to meddle in everything to make his presence known before he was satisfied. He also liked to play the role of "guide" or "prophet" during major events.
After obtaining the "Mobius Chair" that Mobius had discarded, he ascended to godhood in a single leap, becoming the God of Knowledge. He grasped countless pieces of knowledge and unknown secrets, and his ego swelled immensely at that moment.
He ran to the Anti-Matter Universe and condescendingly advised Mobius to give up the idea of challenging Darkseid—at that time, Mobius had already obtained the Anti-Life Equation and renamed himself the Anti-Monitor.
But the crucial point was that even if the Anti-Monitor avoided Darkseid, Darkseid wouldn't let him go, because he had obtained the Anti-Life Equation that Darkseid had been desperately searching for.
The Anti-Monitor grew annoyed and casually struck at him, an attack Metron barely managed to block.
As a result, Metron got cocky, boasting, "Your attacks are useless against me, because my chair can create a defensive barrier that withstands universe-level attacks."
The Anti-Monitor nodded as if taking him seriously. "Yes, you are correct."
Then, the Anti-Monitor launched a slightly more serious attack. The barrier shattered, and Metron was brought to his knees on the spot.
But the Anti-Monitor didn't kill him, leaving the heavily injured Metron to cling to life.
Later, just as the Anti-Monitor was about to face Darkseid in a decisive battle, Metron once again descended upon Earth in a blaze of glory. His injuries were healed, and he was as arrogant as ever, looking down on everything like a deity observing ants.
Brilliant starlight shone from Metron's eyes as he looked down upon the Justice League. "Flee. You are no match for those two powerful monsters. Abandon Earth. I'm doing this for your own good."
The members of the Justice League replied, "Don't even think about it. We will fight to the last moment."
Metron's expression was incredibly majestic, his eyes gleaming, his body wreathed in a holy light, like a divine being. "Your foolish actions will destroy everything I have observed. You will also die without a burial place."
Then, in the instant he was engrossed in his own posturing, Diana decisively threw her Lasso of Truth and, with a gentle tug, pulled him off the chair.
Metron, defeated again.
...
In short, this was a show-off who liked to pretend he was just letting nature take its course. He would clamor about silently observing the world's changes, yet he couldn't help but interfere in uncontrollable, sudden events, trying to make them bend to his will, only to turn into a fool time and again.
At this moment, this show-off who would one day shake the DC Universe was looking down at Tony with immense seriousness.
He ignored everyone else. Metron stared only at Tony as the Mobius Chair beneath him began to compute rapidly, transcending the limits of space-time to calculate every trajectory of Tony's existence since his birth.
But to Metron's astonishment, he found that his chair could not compute it.
The Mobius Chair mobilized the vast majority of its power but still faced immense difficulty. To crack even the smallest secret about Tony, it had to consume vast amounts of energy and computational power, breaking through insane logical traps and multiversal-level computational thresholds.
To learn Tony's secrets, the Mobius Chair gave Metron a vague timeframe: 10 billion years.
Even something as powerful as the Mobius Chair would have to compute non-stop for ten billion years to get a result.
"How can this be? What secrets do you hold? In this universe, there should be nothing that I do not know," Metron's expression shifted as he couldn't help but ask.
This was just one universe; it should be an open book to the Mobius Chair.
Tony's face turned completely cold. The pores on his body instinctively contracted, then opened again.
He clearly felt a probing power moving around him. After being repeatedly thwarted on his person, it even spread across space-time, searching for something, but it seemed unable to find anything of value.
"Metron, are you looking to die?"
Tony spun around to face him, speaking word by word.
All the Transformers sensed the will of their Creator. They let out various roars and howls, revealed their weapons, and showed ferocious and cruel expressions toward Metron.
They didn't care about some bullshit God of Knowledge.
Metron clasped his hands, resting his chin on them. Starlight emanated from his pure white eyes, and the chair beneath him also lit up with a brilliant glow, releasing its maximum power.
"I can only perceive fragmented pieces of your life. The closer I get to the present, the more obscure it becomes," Metron said majestically. "But you are no match for Doomsday. No one is a match for that monster."
"Listen to me, Tony. Give up what you're holding and hand it over to Doomsday. This can save this universe."
Clark brushed the dirt from his hair, his brow furrowed. He glanced at Metron, then at Tony, the bruises on his face rapidly healing under the light of the yellow sun.
He couldn't help but say to Tony, "It seems a terrible enemy has appeared... What have you been hiding?"
"Hiding? I haven't hidden anything from the very beginning," Tony replied coldly. He extended fingers like steel rebars, instantly appeared in front of Clark, and poked him hard in the chest. "Listen, Clark, I would never do anything to harm Earth. Even if I have to leave this place, it is still my home."
"This is the only home I have left. I won't let anyone destroy it. This is not only a promise from the former Sorcerer Supreme but also the promise of a wanderer about to leave his home to fight for his ideals."
Tony's tone was incredibly deep and solemn.
This was his promise. The azure planet beneath his feet was like the most dazzling pearl in the universe. He was born here, he grew up here, and although he knew this planet was insignificant in the grand scheme of the multiverse, he would protect it if he could.
Clark looked into Tony's eyes, fell silent for a moment, and then nodded.
Although he still only half-understood the situation, on this matter, he trusted Tony.
Sometimes, what makes us human is having something to stand for.
Tony glanced at Clark and said no more. Clark, the Son of Justice, was undoubtedly an important guardian of Earth. To the people of Earth, Clark was a trustworthy person.
Well, a crazed Injustice Superman might be a different story. But if it were Injustice Superman, he would be even more fanatical about the concept of "protecting Earth, civilians, and family." His methods were just a bit more extreme, directly solving problems by slaughtering his enemies.
"Tony, I am saving you. Give the item to me, and I will hand it over to Doomsday."
Metron's tone grew heavier, and an overwhelming pressure washed over them.
But Tony suddenly broke into a grin, his expression ferocious.
"Metron, your glorious journey of idiocy might be over just as it has begun."
Tony said something that left Metron bewildered.
Then, Tony spoke sinisterly, "From now on, I'm taking over that chair. Metron, I command you to get down!"
"I am saving you. Don't walk too far down the path of a fool, or you won't be able to turn back."
"I'm doing this for your own good."
Tony added.
(end of chapter)
Metron was a very interesting fellow.
He was also a classic example of a show-off turning into a fool.
He appeared in the Marvel/DC Comics crossover series, *Avengers vs. Justice League*. The Grandmaster went to persuade the Justice League, while he was responsible for coming to the Marvel side to convince the Avengers, guiding them step by step to make the two teams fight.
Metron gave the impression of a mediator, someone who had to meddle in everything to make his presence known before he was satisfied. He also liked to play the role of "guide" or "prophet" during major events.
After obtaining the "Mobius Chair" that Mobius had discarded, he ascended to godhood in a single leap, becoming the God of Knowledge. He grasped countless pieces of knowledge and unknown secrets, and his ego swelled immensely at that moment.
He ran to the Anti-Matter Universe and condescendingly advised Mobius to give up the idea of challenging Darkseid—at that time, Mobius had already obtained the Anti-Life Equation and renamed himself the Anti-Monitor.
But the crucial point was that even if the Anti-Monitor avoided Darkseid, Darkseid wouldn't let him go, because he had obtained the Anti-Life Equation that Darkseid had been desperately searching for.
The Anti-Monitor grew annoyed and casually struck at him, an attack Metron barely managed to block.
As a result, Metron got cocky, boasting, "Your attacks are useless against me, because my chair can create a defensive barrier that withstands universe-level attacks."
The Anti-Monitor nodded as if taking him seriously. "Yes, you are correct."
Then, the Anti-Monitor launched a slightly more serious attack. The barrier shattered, and Metron was brought to his knees on the spot.
But the Anti-Monitor didn't kill him, leaving the heavily injured Metron to cling to life.
Later, just as the Anti-Monitor was about to face Darkseid in a decisive battle, Metron once again descended upon Earth in a blaze of glory. His injuries were healed, and he was as arrogant as ever, looking down on everything like a deity observing ants.
Brilliant starlight shone from Metron's eyes as he looked down upon the Justice League. "Flee. You are no match for those two powerful monsters. Abandon Earth. I'm doing this for your own good."
The members of the Justice League replied, "Don't even think about it. We will fight to the last moment."
Metron's expression was incredibly majestic, his eyes gleaming, his body wreathed in a holy light, like a divine being. "Your foolish actions will destroy everything I have observed. You will also die without a burial place."
Then, in the instant he was engrossed in his own posturing, Diana decisively threw her Lasso of Truth and, with a gentle tug, pulled him off the chair.
Metron, defeated again.
...
In short, this was a show-off who liked to pretend he was just letting nature take its course. He would clamor about silently observing the world's changes, yet he couldn't help but interfere in uncontrollable, sudden events, trying to make them bend to his will, only to turn into a fool time and again.
At this moment, this show-off who would one day shake the DC Universe was looking down at Tony with immense seriousness.
He ignored everyone else. Metron stared only at Tony as the Mobius Chair beneath him began to compute rapidly, transcending the limits of space-time to calculate every trajectory of Tony's existence since his birth.
But to Metron's astonishment, he found that his chair could not compute it.
The Mobius Chair mobilized the vast majority of its power but still faced immense difficulty. To crack even the smallest secret about Tony, it had to consume vast amounts of energy and computational power, breaking through insane logical traps and multiversal-level computational thresholds.
To learn Tony's secrets, the Mobius Chair gave Metron a vague timeframe: 10 billion years.
Even something as powerful as the Mobius Chair would have to compute non-stop for ten billion years to get a result.
"How can this be? What secrets do you hold? In this universe, there should be nothing that I do not know," Metron's expression shifted as he couldn't help but ask.
This was just one universe; it should be an open book to the Mobius Chair.
Tony's face turned completely cold. The pores on his body instinctively contracted, then opened again.
He clearly felt a probing power moving around him. After being repeatedly thwarted on his person, it even spread across space-time, searching for something, but it seemed unable to find anything of value.
"Metron, are you looking to die?"
Tony spun around to face him, speaking word by word.
All the Transformers sensed the will of their Creator. They let out various roars and howls, revealed their weapons, and showed ferocious and cruel expressions toward Metron.
They didn't care about some bullshit God of Knowledge.
Metron clasped his hands, resting his chin on them. Starlight emanated from his pure white eyes, and the chair beneath him also lit up with a brilliant glow, releasing its maximum power.
"I can only perceive fragmented pieces of your life. The closer I get to the present, the more obscure it becomes," Metron said majestically. "But you are no match for Doomsday. No one is a match for that monster."
"Listen to me, Tony. Give up what you're holding and hand it over to Doomsday. This can save this universe."
Clark brushed the dirt from his hair, his brow furrowed. He glanced at Metron, then at Tony, the bruises on his face rapidly healing under the light of the yellow sun.
He couldn't help but say to Tony, "It seems a terrible enemy has appeared... What have you been hiding?"
"Hiding? I haven't hidden anything from the very beginning," Tony replied coldly. He extended fingers like steel rebars, instantly appeared in front of Clark, and poked him hard in the chest. "Listen, Clark, I would never do anything to harm Earth. Even if I have to leave this place, it is still my home."
"This is the only home I have left. I won't let anyone destroy it. This is not only a promise from the former Sorcerer Supreme but also the promise of a wanderer about to leave his home to fight for his ideals."
Tony's tone was incredibly deep and solemn.
This was his promise. The azure planet beneath his feet was like the most dazzling pearl in the universe. He was born here, he grew up here, and although he knew this planet was insignificant in the grand scheme of the multiverse, he would protect it if he could.
Clark looked into Tony's eyes, fell silent for a moment, and then nodded.
Although he still only half-understood the situation, on this matter, he trusted Tony.
Sometimes, what makes us human is having something to stand for.
Tony glanced at Clark and said no more. Clark, the Son of Justice, was undoubtedly an important guardian of Earth. To the people of Earth, Clark was a trustworthy person.
Well, a crazed Injustice Superman might be a different story. But if it were Injustice Superman, he would be even more fanatical about the concept of "protecting Earth, civilians, and family." His methods were just a bit more extreme, directly solving problems by slaughtering his enemies.
"Tony, I am saving you. Give the item to me, and I will hand it over to Doomsday."
Metron's tone grew heavier, and an overwhelming pressure washed over them.
But Tony suddenly broke into a grin, his expression ferocious.
"Metron, your glorious journey of idiocy might be over just as it has begun."
Tony said something that left Metron bewildered.
Then, Tony spoke sinisterly, "From now on, I'm taking over that chair. Metron, I command you to get down!"
"I am saving you. Don't walk too far down the path of a fool, or you won't be able to turn back."
"I'm doing this for your own good."
Tony added.
(end of chapter)
