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Chapter 729: Tony, Mobius
by Great Demon Spirit
"That universe... did it just move?"
Mobius thought he was mistaken, looking in astonishment at the most inconspicuous one among the countless black spheres before him.
Each black sphere was a universe. Standing in the Blood Realm and looking up, innumerable black spheres were silently enveloped by the endless energy of the Blood Realm, motionless in their respective positions.
Countless life forms lived peacefully within these universes, where innumerable tales of joy and sorrow unfolded.
Yet Mobius distinctly felt that a smaller one among these black spheres had clearly moved...
Traversing the vast Blood Realm, Mobius arrived before this smaller universe, eyeing it with suspicion.
He didn't sense any special aura; it was very ordinary.
"Could it be a rare Cancerous Universe?" Mobius mused.
A moving universe, aside from being a cosmic life form, would have to be a special universe that had birthed a Gaia Consciousness. And among self-aware universes, the malformed Cancerous Universe was a relatively common type.
Although this so-called "common" was still a one-in-a-billion chance when considered across the Multiverse.
Mobius wasn't afraid of the universe itself, but of some big shot he couldn't afford to offend lurking within it... What he feared even more was that this potential being had noticed the changes in him.
A sensitive Mobius was always thinking about things he wouldn't have before. Apokolips, Mandrakk, and their ilk constantly provoked him, stirring him up relentlessly.
Mobius's expression was grim. His entire face was encased in an ugly, can-like war helm, from which a pair of deep-set eyes flickered uncertainly as he observed the universe.
He wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but the universe before him gave him a strangely cunning feeling...
The feeling came out of nowhere.
"If only I still had my chair. I never should have abandoned it."
Mobius felt a pang of regret. If the Mobius Chair he had personally built was still with him, he could instantly connect to countless dimensions and universes, capture infinite information inscribed upon the Timeline, and deduce the most likely answer in a flash.
Although the Mobius Chair wasn't omnipotent, it was certainly convenient.
And then, Mobius actually sensed the aura of his chair...
The Mobius Chair had suddenly appeared inside the universe before him, sending him a signal: "Come on, hurry up and get in here~"
Mobius's brow furrowed, and he grew even more hesitant. If he remembered correctly, his chair had been taken by Tony.
A strange voice suddenly emanated from within the small universe: "Mobius, you've come to my territory. Don't you plan on coming in for a sit?"
Mobius's brow twitched. His bulb-like eyes flashed, his expression changed slightly, and his heart skipped a beat.
This is... the territory of a New God?
Was that Tony watching him like a monkey in a zoo from within this universe?
Mobius suddenly recalled a rumor that the New Gods had a secret stronghold in the Multiverse, which served as their main base and rear support, but no one had ever been able to find it...
"My apologies for the intrusion."
Without the slightest hesitation, Mobius turned and fled, reaching an astonishing speed. He carved a distinct trail through the Blood Realm, plunging deep into its depths.
His face had already turned ashen, his mood abysmal, tinged with shock, resentment, and rage.
Why? Why did these people keep coming after him, one after another? Why was it that just when he found a random place to lie low, he would run into that troublesome New God?
Why me?
Back when he hadn't obtained the Anti-Life Equation, he couldn't find a single phantom of these bastards. Now that he finally has it, why are they showing up one after another?!
Shameless!
Mobius suppressed his panic, on the verge of cursing out loud. He was about to explode with anger. Those hyena-like bastards!
What is the most painful thing in the world? It's the sorrow of obtaining an artifact powerful enough to completely turn your fortunes around, only to have a group of villains suddenly appear, snatch it away, and leave you with nothing!
Behind him, Tony's voice was like a ghost: "No one has ever found my main base before. You're the first. You think you can just leave like this?"
No matter where Mobius moved, a shadow followed close behind, clinging to him.
Are you kidding? Tony had a Mother Box. Chasing down an underdeveloped Mobius was all too easy.
Mobius was inwardly furious. His rage surged, enough to burn the entire Anti-Matter Universe to ashes. Billions of anti-matter life forms would tremble in his wrath.
He raged, resolute. He turned back and roared:
"I'm just passing by! I didn't see anything!!"
The humiliation and frustration in his heart were like massive worms, gnawing desperately at the Anti-Monitor's pride.
Born from the noble race of Monitors, a single thigh hair shed from the Prime Monitor, Mobius was proud. He was completely different from his kin, with the exception of Mandrakk! He was born noble, born to be the ruler of the Anti-Matter Universe, and had never bowed his head to anyone.
But today, he had no choice but to bow his head.
Everything was to protect the Anti-Life Equation. This was his greatest secret. He had worked so hard for so long to find it, and suffered so much just to be able to barely contain it within his body. He was absolutely unwilling to lose it just like this.
Tony sneered, his figure crossing the endless Blood Realm in hot pursuit of Mobius. Finally, after using the Mother Box to open a Boom Tube several times, he appeared in front of Mobius, blocking his path.
"Swoosh!" A square object was tossed toward Mobius. "Weren't you just muttering about your chair? Here, you can have it back."
Mobius's bloated body finally came to a halt, creating massive waves. He cautiously extended a hand and sent out a wave of energy to intercept the object Tony had thrown. He could clearly feel a sense of excitement coming from it.
That's right, it was indeed the Mobius Chair he had just been thinking about.
Only... why was it a size smaller?
Mobius paused, his eyes suddenly widening. He stared in disbelief at the palm-sized... stool before him.
"Gulp!"
He swallowed hard. Mobius's mind went blank for a moment as he stared, dumbfounded, at the small, square stool before him.
His lips trembled as Mobius pointed a shaky finger. "You... you turned my chair into..."
A chair? The chair Mobius had built was a throne! A square, simple, yet majestic throne!
How did it end up being modified into a stool in Tony's hands?
Could anything be more tragic?
"This is not my chair," Mobius said slowly after a moment of silence, his voice strained and hoarse.
He looked at the guy blocking his path, the face behind his war helm as black as the bottom of a pot.
(end of chapter)
by Great Demon Spirit
"That universe... did it just move?"
Mobius thought he was mistaken, looking in astonishment at the most inconspicuous one among the countless black spheres before him.
Each black sphere was a universe. Standing in the Blood Realm and looking up, innumerable black spheres were silently enveloped by the endless energy of the Blood Realm, motionless in their respective positions.
Countless life forms lived peacefully within these universes, where innumerable tales of joy and sorrow unfolded.
Yet Mobius distinctly felt that a smaller one among these black spheres had clearly moved...
Traversing the vast Blood Realm, Mobius arrived before this smaller universe, eyeing it with suspicion.
He didn't sense any special aura; it was very ordinary.
"Could it be a rare Cancerous Universe?" Mobius mused.
A moving universe, aside from being a cosmic life form, would have to be a special universe that had birthed a Gaia Consciousness. And among self-aware universes, the malformed Cancerous Universe was a relatively common type.
Although this so-called "common" was still a one-in-a-billion chance when considered across the Multiverse.
Mobius wasn't afraid of the universe itself, but of some big shot he couldn't afford to offend lurking within it... What he feared even more was that this potential being had noticed the changes in him.
A sensitive Mobius was always thinking about things he wouldn't have before. Apokolips, Mandrakk, and their ilk constantly provoked him, stirring him up relentlessly.
Mobius's expression was grim. His entire face was encased in an ugly, can-like war helm, from which a pair of deep-set eyes flickered uncertainly as he observed the universe.
He wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but the universe before him gave him a strangely cunning feeling...
The feeling came out of nowhere.
"If only I still had my chair. I never should have abandoned it."
Mobius felt a pang of regret. If the Mobius Chair he had personally built was still with him, he could instantly connect to countless dimensions and universes, capture infinite information inscribed upon the Timeline, and deduce the most likely answer in a flash.
Although the Mobius Chair wasn't omnipotent, it was certainly convenient.
And then, Mobius actually sensed the aura of his chair...
The Mobius Chair had suddenly appeared inside the universe before him, sending him a signal: "Come on, hurry up and get in here~"
Mobius's brow furrowed, and he grew even more hesitant. If he remembered correctly, his chair had been taken by Tony.
A strange voice suddenly emanated from within the small universe: "Mobius, you've come to my territory. Don't you plan on coming in for a sit?"
Mobius's brow twitched. His bulb-like eyes flashed, his expression changed slightly, and his heart skipped a beat.
This is... the territory of a New God?
Was that Tony watching him like a monkey in a zoo from within this universe?
Mobius suddenly recalled a rumor that the New Gods had a secret stronghold in the Multiverse, which served as their main base and rear support, but no one had ever been able to find it...
"My apologies for the intrusion."
Without the slightest hesitation, Mobius turned and fled, reaching an astonishing speed. He carved a distinct trail through the Blood Realm, plunging deep into its depths.
His face had already turned ashen, his mood abysmal, tinged with shock, resentment, and rage.
Why? Why did these people keep coming after him, one after another? Why was it that just when he found a random place to lie low, he would run into that troublesome New God?
Why me?
Back when he hadn't obtained the Anti-Life Equation, he couldn't find a single phantom of these bastards. Now that he finally has it, why are they showing up one after another?!
Shameless!
Mobius suppressed his panic, on the verge of cursing out loud. He was about to explode with anger. Those hyena-like bastards!
What is the most painful thing in the world? It's the sorrow of obtaining an artifact powerful enough to completely turn your fortunes around, only to have a group of villains suddenly appear, snatch it away, and leave you with nothing!
Behind him, Tony's voice was like a ghost: "No one has ever found my main base before. You're the first. You think you can just leave like this?"
No matter where Mobius moved, a shadow followed close behind, clinging to him.
Are you kidding? Tony had a Mother Box. Chasing down an underdeveloped Mobius was all too easy.
Mobius was inwardly furious. His rage surged, enough to burn the entire Anti-Matter Universe to ashes. Billions of anti-matter life forms would tremble in his wrath.
He raged, resolute. He turned back and roared:
"I'm just passing by! I didn't see anything!!"
The humiliation and frustration in his heart were like massive worms, gnawing desperately at the Anti-Monitor's pride.
Born from the noble race of Monitors, a single thigh hair shed from the Prime Monitor, Mobius was proud. He was completely different from his kin, with the exception of Mandrakk! He was born noble, born to be the ruler of the Anti-Matter Universe, and had never bowed his head to anyone.
But today, he had no choice but to bow his head.
Everything was to protect the Anti-Life Equation. This was his greatest secret. He had worked so hard for so long to find it, and suffered so much just to be able to barely contain it within his body. He was absolutely unwilling to lose it just like this.
Tony sneered, his figure crossing the endless Blood Realm in hot pursuit of Mobius. Finally, after using the Mother Box to open a Boom Tube several times, he appeared in front of Mobius, blocking his path.
"Swoosh!" A square object was tossed toward Mobius. "Weren't you just muttering about your chair? Here, you can have it back."
Mobius's bloated body finally came to a halt, creating massive waves. He cautiously extended a hand and sent out a wave of energy to intercept the object Tony had thrown. He could clearly feel a sense of excitement coming from it.
That's right, it was indeed the Mobius Chair he had just been thinking about.
Only... why was it a size smaller?
Mobius paused, his eyes suddenly widening. He stared in disbelief at the palm-sized... stool before him.
"Gulp!"
He swallowed hard. Mobius's mind went blank for a moment as he stared, dumbfounded, at the small, square stool before him.
His lips trembled as Mobius pointed a shaky finger. "You... you turned my chair into..."
A chair? The chair Mobius had built was a throne! A square, simple, yet majestic throne!
How did it end up being modified into a stool in Tony's hands?
Could anything be more tragic?
"This is not my chair," Mobius said slowly after a moment of silence, his voice strained and hoarse.
He looked at the guy blocking his path, the face behind his war helm as black as the bottom of a pot.
(end of chapter)
