When Tony Stark put aside the body that had always shackled him and his soul came to the kingdom of death, the potential of the Iron Demon was completely released.
His wisdom, which stands above the universe and reaches the pinnacle of life, has achieved his unparalleled personality and power.
The huge phantom of the Iron Demon gradually condensed into a violent mechanical army, filling the sky of the entire kingdom of death. When he saw the goddess of death, Iron Man said to her in an emotionless and cold mechanical tone:
"Give Schiller back the price he paid you."
Death stood on the ground, looked up at the sky, clicked his tongue, and then said: "So, you want to break the contract?"
She grabbed one hand into the void, and one of Schiller's arms appeared in her hand. Death squeezed Schiller's arm, shook it at Stark, and said, "The price he paid me is here.
Don't be surprised, I don't need to absorb these powers."
"I am originally infinite, so there is no point in absorbing any more power. However, the things he gave me are quite interesting..."
"If you want to take it back, in addition to paying something to replace him, you also have to pay additional liquidated damages. This is what Schiller taught me."
"I will not pay anything to replace it, nor will I pay you any liquidated damages." Stark still replied in a straight mechanical synthesized voice.
Now, what lingers in Death's mind is one sentence - Are you humans sick?!
And then, there is another sentence - if you are sick, treat it, can you please don't touch me?!
Recalling her experience of being tricked along the way, Death was made to laugh out loud. If the tiger didn't show off its power, could it really treat her as a sick cat?
So, she looked at the Steel Demon God and said: "You want to exchange your friend's soul without paying any price. There is no such good thing in this world. I will only give you three seconds, otherwise..."
Among the holy music, young children's voices sang the song of friendship. They said that friends should help each other. It is sinless to help a friend. If he cannot save himself, you should be the savior...
"Believe me, Schiller's past is more painful than you imagine, and he can't save himself at all. As his good friend, you should help him, help him escape from suffering and gain happiness..."
"Damn it! You crazy people! You crazy human beings!!!" Death grabbed his hair in collapse and said, "You are really crazy! Stop it quickly!!!"
Death stood up from the table in a panic and looked at the mechanical army flying out one by one. She held the broken knife tightly in her hand, her eyes flashing with light, obviously looking at the future through the timeline.
Death paused in picking up the fork, and Stark continued: "There is death in the universe, and you are the only one who exists. You are death, and you need death."
As a result, not long after the deal was concluded, the Iron Demon God came and said that he would breach the contract without paying liquidated damages.
"The human body is my shackles, and as long as I am willing to give up the human form, upgrade to other life forms, and give up my humanity and emotions as a human being, and become an existence with only goals and logic, I can clear the universe.
of all deaths.”
The goddess of death stood there, looking at Stark blankly and said: "Not only did you breach the contract, take back the deposit, and live up to the liquidated damages, but you also want me to treat you for free... and the person who treated you was Schiller?!!!
!!”
"Therefore, he would rather endure the torture than forget it, just like my past."
Death supported his chin with his hand and said, "I really don't know, how can such a small human being dare to come here and negotiate terms with the great Death?"
"However, this is not entirely a trap." Death calmed down and said to Stark seriously: "That scar is actually memory. If you really want to completely heal him, you can only delete the memory.
"
"……No."
A starry sky slowly unfolds behind death, and the entire kingdom of death merges into one, becoming a place where endless mysteries and rivers flow back. Death, as the cornerstone of the universe, reveals her true greatness.
Stark took a few steps back, and his figure began to become more and more ethereal, while Death stretched out its arms forward, as if through him, she wanted to touch the prosperous universe that she could never reach.
As Stark spoke, the shadow of the mechanical army began to boil, like an astonishing storm.
"It all started because I didn't terminate the contract with the Egyptian pantheon in time, and that lunatic named Schiller took the beacon I left for them and made frantic harassing phone calls to me!"
Death's face almost touched the tip of Stark's nose. When their eyes met, Stark heard countless chants, like carols from heaven.
All civilized individuals, animals, plants, cosmic demons, and all thinking beings will be swept away by the mechanical storm. The universe will usher in an irresistible inorganic catastrophe. From now on, there will be no more death.
Then Death spoke again: "There are too many trivial and ordinary things in your memories, which are not worth keeping, nor are they worth the pain for you. If you can eliminate them and gain happiness, why not
What to do?"
They were exactly the same as the Iron Man in front of him. They were a pair of eyes with no emotion, only data flowing through them. Those cold eyes made death feel like it was being strangled by the throat.
Before Stark's figure disappears, only his emotional voice is left, echoing in the kingdom of death, which further highlights the desolation and emptiness here, and also highlights the loneliness of death, whose arms still have the intention of retaining.
Death was so annoyed that he couldn't do anything about it, so he agreed to them and established United Heaven. However, looking back, he found that the contract was full of pitfalls.
Stark's eyes showed pain that Death couldn't understand. Death touched his eyes with his hand, but Stark closed his eyes and said.
"Yes." To Death's surprise, Stark nodded and did not deny it, but continued: "But you need to die."
"All organisms that are subject to birth, aging, sickness and death will be transformed by me into inorganic bodies that only need to replace parts to have an infinite lifespan and never die."
Death smiled, brought Schiller's arm close to her mouth, and made a swallowing expression. She could already imagine when he ate the soul of Stark's most valued friend in one bite.
How painful it will be for him.
After saying that, Death stretched out his hand, touched Stark's faceplate, tilted his head, stared into his eyes and said: "As long as you give me a positive answer, your friend will no longer have those gloomy and painful moments."
It’s over.”
Through the endless curtains of death, Stark looked at the distance hidden behind death, and he said:
"Prosperous civilizations and prosperous cities are built through death and rebirth from generation to generation."
Death walked towards him, looked at him with smiling eyes and said: "The wound on Schiller's soul comes from a very bad memory of his, and I can delete all the memories related to it.
In this way, he was cured."
"Ordinary people like me will eventually return to your arms."
"How are you going to treat it?" Stark asked a key question.
"The pain that the deaths of Howard and Maria brought to me is far less than the comfort that the good times I spent with them brought me. If I had the chance to choose, I would never choose to forget."
Not to mention this, Schiller, who had just cut off the resurrection quotas of all divine systems and civilizations, turned around and pretended to be good guys in these divine systems and civilizations, and joined them to protest against death to get back the resurrection quotas.
"You made such a big noise, other beings should have discovered you. If you don't believe it, you can ask them. My stupid brothers and sisters will only give you the same answer."
When he said this, Death narrowed his eyes, as if he had seen through this timeline the future ending filled with blood and war.
But after a while, she took a deep breath and said, "It's all that damn Schiller's fault! The universe would be fine without him! He's the only one with so many things!!!"
"No..." Death groaned. She raised her head and kept scanning the storm over the Kingdom of Death. Those mechanical armies that were ready to go did not have any murderous intent, but were full of compassion.
Death raised his head and glanced at the huge steel demon, and said with a smile: "Don't stand there stupidly, come down, have dinner with me, and taste the pain and heartbreak of loss..."
Death stretched out her hand to cover her forehead. If she really had blood pressure, she would have passed out by now, but Stark stared at him so coldly, and his eyes conveyed a message, that is, he vowed not to achieve his goal.
Don't give up.
Countless mecha armies flew here, but their bombings and even suicide attacks had no effect. This was the territory of death, and even other abstract entities could not defeat death here.
Before Death could go to Schiller to settle accounts, Schiller came to him first. Not only did he offer to make up for the loopholes in the contract, but he also brought her a good book as a Christmas gift, on the condition that he only resurrected a few humans.
Then, she stayed where she was, took a deep breath, grabbed the arm on the table, threw it to Stark, and said: "Take it! Get out of here... disappear from my sight quickly, I don't want to do it anymore."
I see you!!!”
Death took a deep breath, pressed her chest, and seemed to be trying to suppress her anger. She said, "I found that if I don't make my words clearer, you shameless humans won't be able to do anything about it."
Understand what a shameless thing you have done!"
"In the face of death, all of us feel inevitable fear, because we are weak, because we are insignificant..."
Stark looked at Death in silence until the angry expression on Death's face began to stiffen. Then, she slowly calmed down the distorted expression on her face, returned to the previous joke, and said: "You are still pretty
The smart ones are not fooled."
"This is my bargaining chip." Stark turned his head again, but for some reason, when he was stared at by those cold eyes that only had information and data flowing through him, Death suddenly had a bad premonition.
"But the inheritance and spirit we left behind, the friendship and family ties we established, the city and civilization we built..."
But Stark, who was sitting there, seemed unaware. He also stood up, came to the opposite side of death, and said to her: "My friend Schiller, there is an irreparable scar on his soul.
, do you have any idea?"
Stark spat out a word that was completely opposite to what Death expected. Death stretched out its arms made of stars, held Stark's face, looked at him with eyes full of infinite mysteries, and asked: "Why?"
To refuse? Why not fulfill your mission of salvation?”
Death raised her head and looked at the increasingly gloomy sky. She gradually opened her eyes, while Stark's devilish whisper continued:
"If he has not forgotten it, it means that there are things in this memory that he must remember. These things may be more precious than all the pain in that memory combined."
"So what?" Death asked.
To Death's surprise, Stark really appeared next to the dining table. However, he was still in the form of the Iron Demon God, but he had returned to the size of a normal person. The light of data flowed in his eyes, and he moved towards the world step by step.
The dining table is close.
While ordinary mortals would feel crazy for the endless truths and mysteries just by looking at them, in Stark's eyes, the cold data flow gradually receded, and another kind of light burst out from the indifference.
.
But then, she shook her head with regret and said, "What a pity, you are quite smart and you noticed it."
As she began to cut Schiller's soul, she said: "You can continue to stand there and watch your friend's soul being devoured bit by bit."
"Death...Death..." Stark took the initiative to reach out his hand, touched Death's cheek, and said to her: "In this world, all beings with emotions and intelligence cannot defeat you, but we can't defeat you either.
They all defeated you."
"Forget it, isn't it just this injury?" Death gritted his teeth and said, "Let me see...Okay, it can be cured. Do you want it?"
It is equivalent to death not doing anything, walking on the street, suddenly meeting a madman, pulling him to start selling.
As Death said, all tragedies begin on the scale of the Egyptian pantheon. After Schiller saw that scale, he felt that the Egyptian pantheon was so weak that it could have its own Hall of Valor, so why couldn't he have one?
But in fact, this is because death has a different concept of time than humans. The Egyptian pantheon has been declining for thousands of years. For Death, there is not enough time to take a nap. She did not terminate the contract with the Egyptian pantheon in time.
The token was not returned, so it was left with Schiller and became a harassing phone call.
Forget it, after all, when I kicked out, I brought a house with me. Death thought, why not just stay in the house and never come out?
As a result, Schiller filed another lawsuit against her boss, Eternal Life, and it was revealed that she had used her resurrection quota to trade, and she could not even make extra money.
"If Schiller feels pain about his past, then he can choose to forget it by himself instead of letting anyone help him forget it."
"By gathering the resources of the entire universe, I can transfer the thinking organs of all intelligent life forms into mechanical bodies, and replace every potentially damaged part for them without interruption, so that they can have an eternal and flawless life, forever.
Always... safe from death."
Death read their instructions, and the Iron Demon asked them not to kill any living beings. On the contrary, they should plunder their thinking organs, extract their souls, and pour them into unconscious mechanical bodies to achieve eternal immortality.
Death has been holding back his anger and has not been able to vent his anger on Schiller, who is cooperating. Now it just so happens that this guy called the Steel Demon seems to be Schiller's friend. Are they all the same? Can't he scold Schiller? I
Can't I scold you?
"The memories that remain in our memories, keep us awake at night, and break our hearts, and the treasures they protect that we will remember for a lifetime, together form this amazing world."
Death felt very annoying, so she refused to sign a contract with him. As a result, this person found her company and made a big fuss. Boss Fa kicked her and her brothers and sisters out of the company.
Give a stick to a sweet date, and Death surrendered to Schiller.
"Only by no longer being troubled by vulgar things can we move towards a greater and happier future..."
Stark blinked again mechanically, looked at death and said: "If you can see everything in the universe, then you should understand that in such a future, the universe will be ruled by machines."
"Are you mistaken?! You, you are Tony Stark! Aren't you a superhero?! How can you destroy the universe?! I have never seen Tony Stark like you!!!
"Death even roared a little aggrievedly.
Stark's movements became very mechanical. He walked to the dining table and sat down, turned his head, stared directly at death with his eyes, and said: "Because I have the bargaining chip to negotiate with you."
"Stop...stop!!!" Death screamed: "You can't do this! You will destroy this universe!"
Stark slowly opened his mouth, and Death seemed to have heard his affirmative answer.
"Oh? What is it?" Death showed a disdainful smile, looked at Stark jokingly and said: "If it is some kind of power, I advise you not to speak. I have already said that I am the source of power.
, does not require any additional force.”
Thinking of this, Death felt that this revenge feast was not exciting enough, so she waved her hand, and a dining table appeared on the desolate plain. Schiller's arm was placed in the center of the dining table, and Death put on
Wearing a gorgeous dress, she sat at the table, tied a napkin for herself, and picked up a knife and fork.
And what Stark said next made her premonition come true.
It was an unexpected and strong emotion that made everyone watching his death feel emotions and love that these abstract entities could perform but could never truly possess.
At the end of the selection branch, death only sees one pair of eyes.
These damn humans deserve to be punished, and this time, she is not an evil perpetrator, but a righteous avenger.
"Those who are small compared to your greatness will remain... mediocre and will never die."
I added 3,000 words today! Praise me!
I'll probably write some daily interludes tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I've been doing things continuously for two or three hundred chapters. My head hurts from rushing.
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