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Chapter 467: The Mobius Chair
"What have you done!!!"
Metron couldn't help but roar, a trace of panic appearing on his usually cold face.
Suddenly, his control over the chair beneath him became obstructed, as if something incredibly terrifying was vying for control with him.
"Damn it, this is my chair! You are my chair!" Metron roared, slamming his hand on the armrest. A powerful pulse of energy erupted, seemingly to resist the formless thing that was wresting control away.
What came back to Metron was an even greater sense of helplessness.
The intelligent Mobius Chair also felt a wave of panic, continuously transmitting messages to Metron like "What do we do?", "Think of something, quickly!", and "Hurry up and stop him!", all laced with dissatisfaction and urgency.
As mentioned before, this so-called God of Knowledge, Metron, was merely a slave to the chair.
The true God of Knowledge was the chair beneath his ass.
As for who was sitting on it, that was unimportant. Even if you put a pig on it, that pig would immediately be deified, master countless languages, and become smarter than anyone else.
Anyone who sat on it would inevitably become a servant of the Mobius Chair. A slave to knowledge.
Tony had no interest in sitting on such a chair. It was better to just Animate it directly. Whether he used it himself, gave it as a reward to his subordinates, or simply tossed it into a museum on the future planet Cybertron as a precious collectible, all were excellent choices.
The powerful Allspark activated at ninety percent capacity. Boundless Allspark Energy surged forth like a vast ocean sweeping through the Solar System. The terrifying wave instantly surpassed the Solar System, erupting out toward the vast galaxy and universe.
Tony was a top-tier demigod. Across the universe, he was fully qualified to dominate multiple galaxies and rule as an overlord.
Look at Thanos, who rampaged unopposed and slaughtered countless people; he was also just a demigod.
When a top-tier demigod like Tony, a demigod possessing the traits of a singular god, one who wielded a mysterious and powerful unique artifact, unleashed his power, it was incomparably terrifying.
This was also the first time Tony had unleashed more than half of the Allspark's power—more than half of the level he could currently access.
Logically speaking, a unique artifact would be exceedingly precious even to a Level Eight being.
Tony stood in the void, turbulent waves erupting around him. He had a feeling that every single movement within the entire Solar System was in the palm of his hand. If he just clenched his fist...
The Solar System would explode.
Tony looked at the panicking Metron and the chair, stating indifferently, "Neither of you is getting away today."
Metron said angrily, "You're a multiversal being, an ordinary native from Earth. How could you possibly contend with me for control of the Mobius Chair? You're not worthy!"
He was getting truly anxious.
Without the chair, he was nothing. He would have no immense power, no ability to travel the universe, and he would lose the all-encompassing knowledge he wielded.
He possessed countless pieces of knowledge; this was the source of his arrogance. Possessing an unattainable sea of knowledge, knowing numerous secrets that others did not—that intoxicating feeling was something he gladly accepted, even knowing he would become a slave to the chair.
His perspective was so limited that only by becoming the chair's slave could he be worthy of enjoying its knowledge and power.
Metron and the Mobius Chair broke into a fierce argument. Metron wanted the chair to continue following him, but the chair urged Metron to go fight and stop Tony from controlling it.
Metron ultimately chose to fight.
But he was no match for Tony.
Even the chair was gradually being brought under control, let alone him, who relied on it?
Bursts of energy erupted. The powerful energy from the chair granted Metron considerable combat strength. He let out a sharp cry, and in an instant, many man-made satellites in space were destroyed.
But Tony threw punch after punch, smashing through the waves of energy and frantically attacking the protective barrier.
His strange Allspark Energy was rapidly seizing the chair's supreme authority.
The Mobius Chair was, in essence, a supercomputer built by Mobius, equipped with a powerful computing core that could directly absorb energy from the universe.
As long as it was a machine, a creation of technology, it was completely countered by Tony.
He had it dead to rights.
For the Mobius Chair to run into Tony was the worst luck of its existence, and it grew increasingly panicked.
The chair discovered in terror that no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't escape Tony's pervasive infiltration. Even when it erected its most powerful barriers, it could only delay Tony's invasion.
What a joke. Tony's Allspark worked directly on the level of individual microscopic particles. No matter how strong an energy barrier was, it couldn't escape the limitations of being made of particles.
"Stop struggling. The moment you appeared before me, you should have been prepared to be taken by me. Metron, I promise I'll let you go. Even though you're very annoying, you're not inherently evil."
Tony threw a punch, which landed with a dull thud. He immediately dodged the chair's counterattack, receiving a few scratches on his body that healed almost instantly.
"No, I am the God of Knowledge! You're nothing at all!" Metron's voice was thick with unwillingness and despair.
If someone merely wanted to pull him off and sit on it themselves, he wouldn't be so worried. There would always be a chance to take it back.
But at this moment, he clearly perceived that Tony's method was to enslave the chair from its very roots.
Someone like him, Metron, had not hesitated to sell himself out and compromise with the chair to gain the right to use it.
But Tony? To hell with compromise! He would never become the servant of a chair. On the contrary, he was directly transforming the chair into his own servant.
The battle between the two directly destroyed numerous man-made satellites. The terrifying waves swept over the Moon and reached Mars.
On the Moon, Uatu was like he was on steroids, excitedly observing and recording everything.
"Who is that person? But I recognize that chair... it seems to be the chair of the ruler of the Anti-Matter Universe... But why is he fighting Tony? Something must have happened here!"
Among the Inhumans, a guard found Black Bolt and said, "My king, their battle has already violated our agreement with Kamar-Taj. Please go and stop him!"
A hidden trace of panic flickered in Black Bolt's eyes. He tried hard to appear calm and said nothing.
Black Bolt? Your Black Bolt is long gone! The moment I make a move, the jig will be up!
On Mars, Optimus Prime and the others were observing the battle, but because the distance was too great, they weren't clear on what was happening.
"Commander Optimus Prime, something is rapidly approaching the Solar System... It's a spaceship glowing with a green light!" Adjutant Ultra Magnus suddenly reported.
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"What have you done!!!"
Metron couldn't help but roar, a trace of panic appearing on his usually cold face.
Suddenly, his control over the chair beneath him became obstructed, as if something incredibly terrifying was vying for control with him.
"Damn it, this is my chair! You are my chair!" Metron roared, slamming his hand on the armrest. A powerful pulse of energy erupted, seemingly to resist the formless thing that was wresting control away.
What came back to Metron was an even greater sense of helplessness.
The intelligent Mobius Chair also felt a wave of panic, continuously transmitting messages to Metron like "What do we do?", "Think of something, quickly!", and "Hurry up and stop him!", all laced with dissatisfaction and urgency.
As mentioned before, this so-called God of Knowledge, Metron, was merely a slave to the chair.
The true God of Knowledge was the chair beneath his ass.
As for who was sitting on it, that was unimportant. Even if you put a pig on it, that pig would immediately be deified, master countless languages, and become smarter than anyone else.
Anyone who sat on it would inevitably become a servant of the Mobius Chair. A slave to knowledge.
Tony had no interest in sitting on such a chair. It was better to just Animate it directly. Whether he used it himself, gave it as a reward to his subordinates, or simply tossed it into a museum on the future planet Cybertron as a precious collectible, all were excellent choices.
The powerful Allspark activated at ninety percent capacity. Boundless Allspark Energy surged forth like a vast ocean sweeping through the Solar System. The terrifying wave instantly surpassed the Solar System, erupting out toward the vast galaxy and universe.
Tony was a top-tier demigod. Across the universe, he was fully qualified to dominate multiple galaxies and rule as an overlord.
Look at Thanos, who rampaged unopposed and slaughtered countless people; he was also just a demigod.
When a top-tier demigod like Tony, a demigod possessing the traits of a singular god, one who wielded a mysterious and powerful unique artifact, unleashed his power, it was incomparably terrifying.
This was also the first time Tony had unleashed more than half of the Allspark's power—more than half of the level he could currently access.
Logically speaking, a unique artifact would be exceedingly precious even to a Level Eight being.
Tony stood in the void, turbulent waves erupting around him. He had a feeling that every single movement within the entire Solar System was in the palm of his hand. If he just clenched his fist...
The Solar System would explode.
Tony looked at the panicking Metron and the chair, stating indifferently, "Neither of you is getting away today."
Metron said angrily, "You're a multiversal being, an ordinary native from Earth. How could you possibly contend with me for control of the Mobius Chair? You're not worthy!"
He was getting truly anxious.
Without the chair, he was nothing. He would have no immense power, no ability to travel the universe, and he would lose the all-encompassing knowledge he wielded.
He possessed countless pieces of knowledge; this was the source of his arrogance. Possessing an unattainable sea of knowledge, knowing numerous secrets that others did not—that intoxicating feeling was something he gladly accepted, even knowing he would become a slave to the chair.
His perspective was so limited that only by becoming the chair's slave could he be worthy of enjoying its knowledge and power.
Metron and the Mobius Chair broke into a fierce argument. Metron wanted the chair to continue following him, but the chair urged Metron to go fight and stop Tony from controlling it.
Metron ultimately chose to fight.
But he was no match for Tony.
Even the chair was gradually being brought under control, let alone him, who relied on it?
Bursts of energy erupted. The powerful energy from the chair granted Metron considerable combat strength. He let out a sharp cry, and in an instant, many man-made satellites in space were destroyed.
But Tony threw punch after punch, smashing through the waves of energy and frantically attacking the protective barrier.
His strange Allspark Energy was rapidly seizing the chair's supreme authority.
The Mobius Chair was, in essence, a supercomputer built by Mobius, equipped with a powerful computing core that could directly absorb energy from the universe.
As long as it was a machine, a creation of technology, it was completely countered by Tony.
He had it dead to rights.
For the Mobius Chair to run into Tony was the worst luck of its existence, and it grew increasingly panicked.
The chair discovered in terror that no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't escape Tony's pervasive infiltration. Even when it erected its most powerful barriers, it could only delay Tony's invasion.
What a joke. Tony's Allspark worked directly on the level of individual microscopic particles. No matter how strong an energy barrier was, it couldn't escape the limitations of being made of particles.
"Stop struggling. The moment you appeared before me, you should have been prepared to be taken by me. Metron, I promise I'll let you go. Even though you're very annoying, you're not inherently evil."
Tony threw a punch, which landed with a dull thud. He immediately dodged the chair's counterattack, receiving a few scratches on his body that healed almost instantly.
"No, I am the God of Knowledge! You're nothing at all!" Metron's voice was thick with unwillingness and despair.
If someone merely wanted to pull him off and sit on it themselves, he wouldn't be so worried. There would always be a chance to take it back.
But at this moment, he clearly perceived that Tony's method was to enslave the chair from its very roots.
Someone like him, Metron, had not hesitated to sell himself out and compromise with the chair to gain the right to use it.
But Tony? To hell with compromise! He would never become the servant of a chair. On the contrary, he was directly transforming the chair into his own servant.
The battle between the two directly destroyed numerous man-made satellites. The terrifying waves swept over the Moon and reached Mars.
On the Moon, Uatu was like he was on steroids, excitedly observing and recording everything.
"Who is that person? But I recognize that chair... it seems to be the chair of the ruler of the Anti-Matter Universe... But why is he fighting Tony? Something must have happened here!"
Among the Inhumans, a guard found Black Bolt and said, "My king, their battle has already violated our agreement with Kamar-Taj. Please go and stop him!"
A hidden trace of panic flickered in Black Bolt's eyes. He tried hard to appear calm and said nothing.
Black Bolt? Your Black Bolt is long gone! The moment I make a move, the jig will be up!
On Mars, Optimus Prime and the others were observing the battle, but because the distance was too great, they weren't clear on what was happening.
"Commander Optimus Prime, something is rapidly approaching the Solar System... It's a spaceship glowing with a green light!" Adjutant Ultra Magnus suddenly reported.
(end of chapter)
