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Chapter 468: God of Technology
Finally, the chair yielded, sending Tony a message of submission.
Metron was furious, yet helpless.
"How could this be? Is this your secret? You possess the ability to corrupt the Mobius Chair!" Metron said resentfully.
The chair was also indignant, yet at the same time, it was filled with curiosity about how Tony had managed it.
Then, the Mobius Chair urged Tony to sit on it.
"Sit on it?" Tony gave a strange smile and pointed at Metron. "This guy is still sitting on you. How am I supposed to sit?"
Bang!
Before Metron could get angry, the chair shook violently, and an invisible force kicked him right off.
That's right, the chair had kicked Metron, then very humbly and eagerly sent a "sit on me" message to Tony.
"You!"
Metron pointed at the chair, trembling, unable to believe he had been abandoned.
"Metron, you think you're a god, but the chair is the real god. In its eyes, you're nothing more than a servant who utilizes its abilities."
Tony walked over to Metron and patted his... head with pity.
His steel-like palm slapped against Metron's helmet, making a crisp sound, like a father patting his son.
Metron was completely crestfallen, in no mood to pay attention to such damn details.
He knew he was about to lose the chair forever, and with it, his godhood. The endless knowledge, the magnificent ability to travel the multiverse—it would all be gone.
Moreover, he would never be able to reclaim the chair.
Because Tony would never allow a chair that could enslave others to be near him.
A trace of mockery appeared on Metron's lips. He knew exactly why the chair had done this.
If it didn't, the chair would either flee or resist to the bitter end until it was completely brought to life. But Tony had already seized 7% control; interfering with its escape wouldn't be difficult.
Resisting to the end was a dead end. Its only choice was to surrender and take a gamble; perhaps there was still a chance for a turnaround.
With the chair's intelligence, it must have analyzed Tony's personality. It was also taking a risk, but this was the choice with the highest chance of survival.
Thinking this, the sarcasm on Metron's lips became even more pronounced.
Tony flew in front of the chair, feeling the emotions of "fawning," "intimacy," and "fear" it was transmitting. He circled it, gave it a light pat, a playful smile on his face, making it impossible to know what he was thinking.
"Why do you have this kind of ability?" Metron asked, his expression complicated.
"Because I am a god," Tony replied. "The god of all technology. Before me, no technological object can escape my control. Nothing can resist my seizure of the highest Authority."
Metron's expression became even more complex, as if he'd eaten shit.
Just ten minutes ago, he had been arrogantly looking down on Tony, proclaiming, "I am the God of Knowledge." The tables had turned so fast; it was like a slap to the face that sent all his pride flying.
He needed the chair to achieve deification, yet this miraculous guy before him openly declared himself the "God of Technology"...
What arrogance.
As far as Metron knew, through countless multiverse reboots and across the boundless Sphere of the Gods, no one had ever dared to claim to be the "God of Technology."
It was too outrageous. After all, even in the Sphere of the Gods, technology played a significant role, and every top-tier world possessed technological elements to some degree.
"Perhaps you really have a chance of succeeding," Metron couldn't help but say, not knowing why.
"What, expelling Ancient Doomsday?"
"No, I mean as the God of Technology. After your deification, perhaps you really can..."
"Maybe, but I'm not interested," Tony said casually.
Metron was struck speechless.
This was too big of a flex, leaving Metron unsure of how to respond.
But he didn't know that Tony was telling the truth. His first choice was to become the "God of Cybertron," not the "God of Technology," which might sound more impressive.
Of course, if he had the choice, given Tony's characteristic of "only a bastard doesn't take advantage of an opportunity," he definitely wouldn't mind adding a few more divine titles to his name.
Besides, the so-called "god" Metron was referring to was a god limited to one or more universes, not one of the unique gods from the Sphere of the Gods.
Even now, Metron didn't associate Tony with the concept of a unique god.
Because it was too ridiculous.
The multiverse had been rebooted billions of times without producing a single unique god. Could it be that the very first person he encountered after eagerly running to the Prime Universe upon getting the chair had the potential to be a unique god?
What a joke.
"With this chair, you can take others and leave this universe to escape Doomsday," Metron said.
"Escape? Why would I escape?" Tony asked in surprise.
"What? You want to fight Doomsday? Are you crazy?! Five of the Infinity Stones have been shattered, and besides, no one in this universe can match Ancient Doomsday. Its destruction is only a matter of time. I am very certain of this."
"That's just because you haven't found the right method," Tony glanced at Metron and said no more.
Fighting Ancient Doomsday head-on was something only a fool would do. Even a unique god couldn't win a direct confrontation. Was Tony out of his mind to try?
But there were many other ways to deal with Doomsday. Tony had been considering which one to use. Although they all had issues with their success rates, considering how terrifying Ancient Doomsday was, no one could guarantee victory.
But it was worth a try.
Although Ancient Doomsday could evolve crazily, learn instantly, develop abilities to counter its enemies, and was immortal, it wasn't perfect.
Tony refocused his attention on the chair, feeling the fawning messages it sent and carefully comprehending this miraculous object.
Many secrets were transmitted to Tony by the chair on its own initiative, without him even having to ask.
In an instant, he saw many images.
For example, Metron, having just acquired the chair, learned the news that Trigon had been defeated in the Prime Universe and that it was now facing an attack from Doomsday. He had then eagerly rushed into the Prime Universe to contact Tony.
The news of the Trigon Clone's unexpected death in the Prime Universe was spreading, causing countless people to gloat. Because of this, the moment Metron sat on the chair, he learned of this news and the general course of events.
However, he could only barely grasp that Tony had used the Infinity Stones to defeat Trigon. As for the specific details, he couldn't comprehend them.
"So that's how it is... This chair can listen in on the conversations of all things in the universe, and it can also capture information left behind in the past and future on the timeline..."
Tony was lost in thought.
Metron, through the Mobius Chair, learned of the Prime Universe's glorious achievements and so eagerly rushed over to the Prime Universe to deliver some equipment.
How unlucky.
(end of chapter)
Finally, the chair yielded, sending Tony a message of submission.
Metron was furious, yet helpless.
"How could this be? Is this your secret? You possess the ability to corrupt the Mobius Chair!" Metron said resentfully.
The chair was also indignant, yet at the same time, it was filled with curiosity about how Tony had managed it.
Then, the Mobius Chair urged Tony to sit on it.
"Sit on it?" Tony gave a strange smile and pointed at Metron. "This guy is still sitting on you. How am I supposed to sit?"
Bang!
Before Metron could get angry, the chair shook violently, and an invisible force kicked him right off.
That's right, the chair had kicked Metron, then very humbly and eagerly sent a "sit on me" message to Tony.
"You!"
Metron pointed at the chair, trembling, unable to believe he had been abandoned.
"Metron, you think you're a god, but the chair is the real god. In its eyes, you're nothing more than a servant who utilizes its abilities."
Tony walked over to Metron and patted his... head with pity.
His steel-like palm slapped against Metron's helmet, making a crisp sound, like a father patting his son.
Metron was completely crestfallen, in no mood to pay attention to such damn details.
He knew he was about to lose the chair forever, and with it, his godhood. The endless knowledge, the magnificent ability to travel the multiverse—it would all be gone.
Moreover, he would never be able to reclaim the chair.
Because Tony would never allow a chair that could enslave others to be near him.
A trace of mockery appeared on Metron's lips. He knew exactly why the chair had done this.
If it didn't, the chair would either flee or resist to the bitter end until it was completely brought to life. But Tony had already seized 7% control; interfering with its escape wouldn't be difficult.
Resisting to the end was a dead end. Its only choice was to surrender and take a gamble; perhaps there was still a chance for a turnaround.
With the chair's intelligence, it must have analyzed Tony's personality. It was also taking a risk, but this was the choice with the highest chance of survival.
Thinking this, the sarcasm on Metron's lips became even more pronounced.
Tony flew in front of the chair, feeling the emotions of "fawning," "intimacy," and "fear" it was transmitting. He circled it, gave it a light pat, a playful smile on his face, making it impossible to know what he was thinking.
"Why do you have this kind of ability?" Metron asked, his expression complicated.
"Because I am a god," Tony replied. "The god of all technology. Before me, no technological object can escape my control. Nothing can resist my seizure of the highest Authority."
Metron's expression became even more complex, as if he'd eaten shit.
Just ten minutes ago, he had been arrogantly looking down on Tony, proclaiming, "I am the God of Knowledge." The tables had turned so fast; it was like a slap to the face that sent all his pride flying.
He needed the chair to achieve deification, yet this miraculous guy before him openly declared himself the "God of Technology"...
What arrogance.
As far as Metron knew, through countless multiverse reboots and across the boundless Sphere of the Gods, no one had ever dared to claim to be the "God of Technology."
It was too outrageous. After all, even in the Sphere of the Gods, technology played a significant role, and every top-tier world possessed technological elements to some degree.
"Perhaps you really have a chance of succeeding," Metron couldn't help but say, not knowing why.
"What, expelling Ancient Doomsday?"
"No, I mean as the God of Technology. After your deification, perhaps you really can..."
"Maybe, but I'm not interested," Tony said casually.
Metron was struck speechless.
This was too big of a flex, leaving Metron unsure of how to respond.
But he didn't know that Tony was telling the truth. His first choice was to become the "God of Cybertron," not the "God of Technology," which might sound more impressive.
Of course, if he had the choice, given Tony's characteristic of "only a bastard doesn't take advantage of an opportunity," he definitely wouldn't mind adding a few more divine titles to his name.
Besides, the so-called "god" Metron was referring to was a god limited to one or more universes, not one of the unique gods from the Sphere of the Gods.
Even now, Metron didn't associate Tony with the concept of a unique god.
Because it was too ridiculous.
The multiverse had been rebooted billions of times without producing a single unique god. Could it be that the very first person he encountered after eagerly running to the Prime Universe upon getting the chair had the potential to be a unique god?
What a joke.
"With this chair, you can take others and leave this universe to escape Doomsday," Metron said.
"Escape? Why would I escape?" Tony asked in surprise.
"What? You want to fight Doomsday? Are you crazy?! Five of the Infinity Stones have been shattered, and besides, no one in this universe can match Ancient Doomsday. Its destruction is only a matter of time. I am very certain of this."
"That's just because you haven't found the right method," Tony glanced at Metron and said no more.
Fighting Ancient Doomsday head-on was something only a fool would do. Even a unique god couldn't win a direct confrontation. Was Tony out of his mind to try?
But there were many other ways to deal with Doomsday. Tony had been considering which one to use. Although they all had issues with their success rates, considering how terrifying Ancient Doomsday was, no one could guarantee victory.
But it was worth a try.
Although Ancient Doomsday could evolve crazily, learn instantly, develop abilities to counter its enemies, and was immortal, it wasn't perfect.
Tony refocused his attention on the chair, feeling the fawning messages it sent and carefully comprehending this miraculous object.
Many secrets were transmitted to Tony by the chair on its own initiative, without him even having to ask.
In an instant, he saw many images.
For example, Metron, having just acquired the chair, learned the news that Trigon had been defeated in the Prime Universe and that it was now facing an attack from Doomsday. He had then eagerly rushed into the Prime Universe to contact Tony.
The news of the Trigon Clone's unexpected death in the Prime Universe was spreading, causing countless people to gloat. Because of this, the moment Metron sat on the chair, he learned of this news and the general course of events.
However, he could only barely grasp that Tony had used the Infinity Stones to defeat Trigon. As for the specific details, he couldn't comprehend them.
"So that's how it is... This chair can listen in on the conversations of all things in the universe, and it can also capture information left behind in the past and future on the timeline..."
Tony was lost in thought.
Metron, through the Mobius Chair, learned of the Prime Universe's glorious achievements and so eagerly rushed over to the Prime Universe to deliver some equipment.
How unlucky.
(end of chapter)
