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# Chapter 659: The Machine Connecting Characters and the Netherworld (1)
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
What Richard was researching was truly insane, at least in Tony’s eyes.
“What did you say?”
Tony dug at his ears, his expression one of disbelief, then ordered Jarvis to scan Richard’s brain.
“Jarvis, check thoroughly,” Tony instructed.
Richard carefully rubbed his chin, saying seriously, “I’m not joking, I really am researching this machine… I’m trying to push open a door that obstructs our existing reality. I have a strong premonition that the beings behind that door hold all our secrets.”
“So you want to talk to the ‘Author’? Do you think you’re a comic book or movie character?”
Tony burst out laughing, but a chill ran down his spine.
When it came to matters of knowledge, Richard never talked nonsense.
But this was truly too absurd…
“I’ve developed a shuttle that can punch through this door, capable of taking me to personally communicate with the beings on the other side of the door.”
Richard explained, skillfully pulling over a drawing board and taking out a marker to sketch and write.
“If the world we perceive is a circle, then every existence we encounter or hear about lives within that circle.”
“But a single circle is definitely not the entirety; at least, the people within the circle don’t know who drew the circle they live in.” Richard fell into work mode, beginning to write formulas next to the circle.
“I think it’s God. Rumor has it a white-bearded old man spent seven days creating the world, Richard. Those believers would be ecstatic to talk with you…” Tony bantered along.
“I tried to communicate with those who observe us indifferently from outside the circle, but they wouldn’t respond to me, so I can only go there myself.”
Richard spread his hands, dropped the marker, and showed a strange expression.
“And after you meet them? What do you want the ‘Author’ to do?” Tony wandered around Richard’s house, looking for a drink, but found nothing after searching, so he reluctantly gave up.
Richard said solemnly, “I want him to use his Author's Pen to draw Galactus and his Heralds to death.”
“…Good idea, you’re a genius! Goodbye, sir, your science fiction story is very exciting.”
Tony made to leave.
The more they talked, the more ridiculous Tony found it, especially coming from the mouth of a great scientist whom even he admired.
If Richard had mentioned something about Creator Gods, Tony might have grudgingly believed it. After all, when fighting Steppenwolf, Dr. Harrison had educated the Superheroes about the concepts of the Omni-Sphere World and the Sphere of the Gods. A large group of Ancient Deities, existing even before the Multiverse was born, resided in the Sphere of the Gods.
But Richard spoke of “authors” and “characters”… nothing could be more preposterous.
The arrogant Tony absolutely refused to believe that someone as brilliant as himself was just a Fictional Character drawn by some author? A Brain in a Vat?
“I never joke, Tony!” Richard raised his voice, extending an arm that instantly stretched tens of meters, coiling around to block the handles of the door and windows. “I’ve already developed that machine, it has the ability to open that door! My shuttle is the key!”
“What’s the principle?”
“Would you believe me if I said it was intuition?”
“Get out!”
“Alright, well, it actually involves many crevices of Higher Dimensions. You know, there’s a huge chasm between Low Dimensions and Higher Dimensions, and the world that door leads to isn’t in any known Dimension… To be honest, I really did aim for that door with my wisdom.”
…
It was normal for Tony not to believe, because Richard was that much of a bug. He was proclaimed to be the Marvel Universe’s biggest Cheat in a Mortal body; phrases like "a Mortal body rivaling Gods" seemed utterly inadequate for Richard.
Rivaling? No matter what Level of God, he'd simply kill them in front of you, then repeatedly revive and kill them again, followed by madly desecrating their corpses.
Richard had done this in the comics – built a machine that went directly to the Editorial Department. He really could sit down and have tea with the authors. If Tony were here, he wouldn't be surprised at all.
It was just a mere shuttle; even Deadpool and Superboy-Prime could pop into the Editorial Department every now and then, let alone the supremely intelligent Richard.
Richard forcefully pulled Tony into the laboratory, where a colossal machine sat.
“A crude behemoth,” Tony commented.
“As long as it works,” Richard said, sitting on it first and instructing Tony to help him activate the machine.
Tony complied.
Under the shroud of a strange Space-Time, the machine carried Richard, disappearing from its spot.
Tony looked at the empty space before him, subconsciously rubbing his chin. “Hope he didn’t accidentally kill himself.”
…
Richard sat on the machine, shuttling towards an unknown direction. He stared wide-eyed at the scenes flashing wildly past him: the terrifying information aggregate accumulated over countless ages and countless worlds; all of Space-Time, matter, Souls, Spirit, and so on, were greedily observed by Richard.
Although Richard, due to the life level of his own being, couldn’t truly comprehend these things, he still tried hard to memorize the bizarre and kaleidoscopic colors and images. He believed they might come in handy someday.
This was only possible because Richard’s Central Processor was incredibly powerful, more terrifying than a cosmic-level supercomputer. If it were a Mortal, they would have been instantly obliterated by these information aggregates.
Somewhere in the Universe, Tony was conducting cruel vivisection experiments on the Kryptonian Four Gods. Large amounts of experimental data were converted into reality, then injected into the bodies of the Kryptonian Four Gods by Tony.
Inside the Mother Box, within an infinitely vast world, it was already piled high with keratin and viscous matter, accompanied by a continuous chorus of bone-chilling, tragic screams.
Rao was screaming curses, the Beauty God was desperately pleading, the Moon God's eyes flared with hatred, inciting riots multiple times, while the God of Wisdom remained silent, his sole remaining golden pupil revealing only indifference.
“Huh?”
Tony paused his actions. Linked directly to the Mother Box through the Allspark, he detected a faint glimmer.
A certain crude machine was leaving the conventional worlds of the Multiverse at an exaggerated speed, flying towards the hidden crevices of the endless Multiverse, leaving a clear trajectory within the Multiverse.
With the Main Universe as its center, this machine's passage was equivalent to departing from the concave region that included the Main Universe, flying towards a point outside the circle.
“Has Mister Fantastic already completed his genetic mutation?” Tony asked, surprised. He casually reached out, subtly activating the Mother Box's power, erasing the traces left by the shuttle.
If he didn’t intervene, others would eventually notice Richard.
Moreover, Tony instantly recognized that Richard’s destination was precisely the Editorial Department, hidden behind the Fourth Wall.
(end of chapter)
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
What Richard was researching was truly insane, at least in Tony’s eyes.
“What did you say?”
Tony dug at his ears, his expression one of disbelief, then ordered Jarvis to scan Richard’s brain.
“Jarvis, check thoroughly,” Tony instructed.
Richard carefully rubbed his chin, saying seriously, “I’m not joking, I really am researching this machine… I’m trying to push open a door that obstructs our existing reality. I have a strong premonition that the beings behind that door hold all our secrets.”
“So you want to talk to the ‘Author’? Do you think you’re a comic book or movie character?”
Tony burst out laughing, but a chill ran down his spine.
When it came to matters of knowledge, Richard never talked nonsense.
But this was truly too absurd…
“I’ve developed a shuttle that can punch through this door, capable of taking me to personally communicate with the beings on the other side of the door.”
Richard explained, skillfully pulling over a drawing board and taking out a marker to sketch and write.
“If the world we perceive is a circle, then every existence we encounter or hear about lives within that circle.”
“But a single circle is definitely not the entirety; at least, the people within the circle don’t know who drew the circle they live in.” Richard fell into work mode, beginning to write formulas next to the circle.
“I think it’s God. Rumor has it a white-bearded old man spent seven days creating the world, Richard. Those believers would be ecstatic to talk with you…” Tony bantered along.
“I tried to communicate with those who observe us indifferently from outside the circle, but they wouldn’t respond to me, so I can only go there myself.”
Richard spread his hands, dropped the marker, and showed a strange expression.
“And after you meet them? What do you want the ‘Author’ to do?” Tony wandered around Richard’s house, looking for a drink, but found nothing after searching, so he reluctantly gave up.
Richard said solemnly, “I want him to use his Author's Pen to draw Galactus and his Heralds to death.”
“…Good idea, you’re a genius! Goodbye, sir, your science fiction story is very exciting.”
Tony made to leave.
The more they talked, the more ridiculous Tony found it, especially coming from the mouth of a great scientist whom even he admired.
If Richard had mentioned something about Creator Gods, Tony might have grudgingly believed it. After all, when fighting Steppenwolf, Dr. Harrison had educated the Superheroes about the concepts of the Omni-Sphere World and the Sphere of the Gods. A large group of Ancient Deities, existing even before the Multiverse was born, resided in the Sphere of the Gods.
But Richard spoke of “authors” and “characters”… nothing could be more preposterous.
The arrogant Tony absolutely refused to believe that someone as brilliant as himself was just a Fictional Character drawn by some author? A Brain in a Vat?
“I never joke, Tony!” Richard raised his voice, extending an arm that instantly stretched tens of meters, coiling around to block the handles of the door and windows. “I’ve already developed that machine, it has the ability to open that door! My shuttle is the key!”
“What’s the principle?”
“Would you believe me if I said it was intuition?”
“Get out!”
“Alright, well, it actually involves many crevices of Higher Dimensions. You know, there’s a huge chasm between Low Dimensions and Higher Dimensions, and the world that door leads to isn’t in any known Dimension… To be honest, I really did aim for that door with my wisdom.”
…
It was normal for Tony not to believe, because Richard was that much of a bug. He was proclaimed to be the Marvel Universe’s biggest Cheat in a Mortal body; phrases like "a Mortal body rivaling Gods" seemed utterly inadequate for Richard.
Rivaling? No matter what Level of God, he'd simply kill them in front of you, then repeatedly revive and kill them again, followed by madly desecrating their corpses.
Richard had done this in the comics – built a machine that went directly to the Editorial Department. He really could sit down and have tea with the authors. If Tony were here, he wouldn't be surprised at all.
It was just a mere shuttle; even Deadpool and Superboy-Prime could pop into the Editorial Department every now and then, let alone the supremely intelligent Richard.
Richard forcefully pulled Tony into the laboratory, where a colossal machine sat.
“A crude behemoth,” Tony commented.
“As long as it works,” Richard said, sitting on it first and instructing Tony to help him activate the machine.
Tony complied.
Under the shroud of a strange Space-Time, the machine carried Richard, disappearing from its spot.
Tony looked at the empty space before him, subconsciously rubbing his chin. “Hope he didn’t accidentally kill himself.”
…
Richard sat on the machine, shuttling towards an unknown direction. He stared wide-eyed at the scenes flashing wildly past him: the terrifying information aggregate accumulated over countless ages and countless worlds; all of Space-Time, matter, Souls, Spirit, and so on, were greedily observed by Richard.
Although Richard, due to the life level of his own being, couldn’t truly comprehend these things, he still tried hard to memorize the bizarre and kaleidoscopic colors and images. He believed they might come in handy someday.
This was only possible because Richard’s Central Processor was incredibly powerful, more terrifying than a cosmic-level supercomputer. If it were a Mortal, they would have been instantly obliterated by these information aggregates.
Somewhere in the Universe, Tony was conducting cruel vivisection experiments on the Kryptonian Four Gods. Large amounts of experimental data were converted into reality, then injected into the bodies of the Kryptonian Four Gods by Tony.
Inside the Mother Box, within an infinitely vast world, it was already piled high with keratin and viscous matter, accompanied by a continuous chorus of bone-chilling, tragic screams.
Rao was screaming curses, the Beauty God was desperately pleading, the Moon God's eyes flared with hatred, inciting riots multiple times, while the God of Wisdom remained silent, his sole remaining golden pupil revealing only indifference.
“Huh?”
Tony paused his actions. Linked directly to the Mother Box through the Allspark, he detected a faint glimmer.
A certain crude machine was leaving the conventional worlds of the Multiverse at an exaggerated speed, flying towards the hidden crevices of the endless Multiverse, leaving a clear trajectory within the Multiverse.
With the Main Universe as its center, this machine's passage was equivalent to departing from the concave region that included the Main Universe, flying towards a point outside the circle.
“Has Mister Fantastic already completed his genetic mutation?” Tony asked, surprised. He casually reached out, subtly activating the Mother Box's power, erasing the traces left by the shuttle.
If he didn’t intervene, others would eventually notice Richard.
Moreover, Tony instantly recognized that Richard’s destination was precisely the Editorial Department, hidden behind the Fourth Wall.
(end of chapter)
