Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 309 Disciples!

MCU universe.

It has replaced a certain green story god and sat on his green toilet.

Hanlu's true form leaned against the throne woven from timelines, one hand supporting her chin and the other resting on the armrest, her posture as casual as if she were watching TV in her own living room.

Beneath him were countless golden threads—each representing a point in time, and each point in time connecting the fates of countless people.

They spread out from the base of the throne, like tree roots, and penetrated deep into the entire MCU universe.

He has begun to overlap the entire MCU universe with the post-apocalyptic universe, making it even larger.

The good news is that sometimes two bubbles merging together are indeed more magnificent than a single bubble.

Of course, it means combining to form a larger bubble.

However, in the grand scheme of the entire omnipotent universe, this can only be considered a tiny, insignificant fusion.

For those truly top-tier deities, it's just a matter of glancing at them a couple of times.

Only a truly incompetent observer would watch the whole thing.

It's quite spectacular.

But that's about it.

However—the Cold Dew solar term does not occur here at this moment.

He has gradually stabilized the situation, but he needs to temporarily take Loki's place on the throne, while mortgaging his own future.

But it doesn't matter, he has already bound himself to every "civilization" on every timeline he has captured, which in a way has elevated his own position.

He directly transcended the realm of time—

It's somewhat similar to Pennywise the Joker next door: even if you kill yourself in one era, you still exist in the previous or next time period.

Oh no—could it be? Could a "Three Truths Method" appear? Please don't mess with me, I'm not a bad guy, am I?

Okay, I've gone off on a tangent.

Sitting on the toilet, the original self looked at the version of himself in the distant main universe who had already fooled a group of villains, and clicked his tongue.

No—am I really that talented?

Oh well, whatever.

As one of the individuals in Universe 833 exerted their power, Hanlu, who instantly gained insight into countless coordinates and the mysteries of the universe, smiled knowingly.

His gaze continued to extend into the distance, ever so far.

With complete coordinates, he began to understand the positions and spaces throughout the entire universe—nothing could be hidden anymore.

Therefore, along with the authority of the god of civilization, he continuously superimposed his own state onto more and more key universes, developing his own power.

Especially in a certain universe 691 that has already developed into the 31st century.

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When that organization called the "Church of Universal Truth"—

By the way, let me clarify here that this church doesn't serve Galactus; it simply worships a god that doesn't even exist.

While they were conducting their daily prayer rites in their temple.

In an instant, the cocoon of imaginary numbers, rooted in the entire universe, began to beat incessantly, like a purple heart.

Each of its pulses releases an invisible ripple into the universe, a ripple that travels through galaxies, through nebulae, and through every planet inhabited by humans.

In an instant, in everyone's minds, it was as if they had truly seen the supreme deity they had always worshipped.

They conquered galaxy after galaxy just so they could stand beside each other and pray to each other.

At this moment, their "god" finally responded to them.

Does Hanlu care about having a large number of followers?

Of course he didn't care.

What he really cares about is—a certain special android they've already begun to build.

Let's set aside for now the story of "why a group of ants can create a god"—

Within the entire Marvel universe, there are several extremely abnormal characters.

And the next one, the male cyborg who looked like a little girl, was one of them.

"My great God—"

The church's chief scientist knelt on the ground, his hands raised high above his head, his voice trembling with excitement, "We will begin as you command."

As everyone knows, this person is male and has a preference for women.

Especially when someone appears to be a girl, but insists on identifying as "male" to justify it as politically correct—

Hanlu directly changed their settings.

Damn it, a girl is a girl, okay?

As Hanlu's silent clone appeared, they still couldn't realize that their "god" had actually come to their side.

But under Hanlu's all-encompassing attention, that god who is about to shine throughout the entire multiverse—

They will all be born.

It can't really be called a deity.

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The lid of the petri dish began to open, and white steam poured out from the gaps, like dry ice on a stage.

The steam tumbled and dissipated in the air, revealing the huddled figure inside.

A beautiful young woman emerged from among them—

Well, you can't really say she's young; she's a little older than a child, more like a teenage girl.

Her body was slender and tall, and her skin was so white it was almost transparent, revealing light blue veins underneath.

Her long, silvery-white hair reached her waist, the ends slightly curled, gleaming softly under the cool lights of the laboratory.

Her features were so exquisite that they didn't seem human—or rather, she wasn't human to begin with.

Those eyes were light purple, and there seemed to be some deeper, more complex structure slowly rotating within the pupils.

There seemed to be some uncertainty in her hazy pupils, like someone who had just woken up from a long dream, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

However, when the Church of Universal Truth poured all its knowledge and technological achievements into the other party—

The light that burst forth in that instant was even more dazzling than that of a supernova explosion.

The light was neither white nor golden.

It is a color that has never appeared in the visible spectrum.

It surged out of the girl's body, like a blooming flower, unfolding outward layer by layer.

Wherever the light touched, space itself began to distort slightly, as if it could not withstand this newborn power.

And the teachers of the Church of Universal Truth, who should have been vaporized in this transformation—

Because they had the rare opportunity to come into contact with the existence of the gods—they all remained unharmed in their original positions.

They opened their eyes and found themselves still alive, intact, and standing there.

Their faces were filled with disbelief, and their fingers groped their bodies to make sure every inch of skin was still there.

Then, the moment they woke up, they immediately began to kowtow and kneel before the silhouette that seemed to have already appeared before them.

"Great God—Great Lord—" The church's chief scientist pressed his forehead to the ground, his voice trembling with sobs, "Thank you so much for saving your lowly apostle—!"

Hanlu, who had absolutely no interest in these sects, didn't bother with them. He simply raised his hand slightly and teleported them all out of the space.

A flash of white light, and only two people remained in the entire laboratory.

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At that moment, he looked at the little girl in front of him who was staring intently at him and tilting her head.

Her head was tilted to the left, at a slight angle, just the right "I'm observing you" posture.

Those light purple eyes held no expression—not indifference, not curiosity, but a pure, blank "gaze."

It's like looking at a stone, like looking at a cloud, like looking at something completely unrelated to oneself.

"Hello—" Hanlu's voice was light and casual, as if she were greeting a neighbor's child, "Welcome to the 31st century."

His hands were in his pockets, his body leaned slightly forward, and a gentle smile played on his lips.

The little girl carefully observed Hanlu's gesture of raising her hand—

That action of making a group of living people disappear out of thin air.

Her gaze moved from Hanlu's hand to his face, and then from his face to his eyes.

Then, on her originally flawless body, a white coat identical to the ones worn by the staff members who had been teleported away appeared instantly.

A white fabric draped down her shoulders, covering her naked body, reaching just to her knees.

She looked down at her clothes, then looked up at Hanlu, tilting her head to the other side.

Perhaps it was her instinct that made her feel ashamed.

Unfortunately, for Hanlu, shame was nothing—he had seen it all.

He had long since transformed himself into all sorts of fantastical characters and was already used to it.

She's just a little girl, and a cyborg at that.

Are you my god?

The crisp sound echoed in the empty laboratory.

The voice carried an innocent, pure curiosity, like a child asking, "Why is the sky blue?"

They are especially pitiful.

However, Hanlu will not be deceived by such a misleading facade.

You should know that this character in front of you will become a series of incredible and terrifying beings in the future.

She is as harmless as she is now, and as terrifying as she will be in the future.

"No, that's not it." Han Lu shook her head, her voice as calm as if stating a fact. "The so-called gods are nothing more than more powerful beings. And now—"

Hanlu paused, and the smile on her lips slowly widened.

"You've already joined this group."

Hanlu sensed that the other person might be learning a little too quickly, so she waved her hand and raised it.

They were suddenly transported from the high-tech white metal space to the rift of the multiverse.

The surroundings were no longer walls and ceilings, but an endless, deep, abyss-like void.

The girl stared in amazement at the multiverse that shimmered like stars in the sky.

Each point of light is a complete universe, and each universe has its own history, its own rules, and its own life.

They unfolded before her, like a scroll that could never be fully viewed.

And then there are those overlapping worlds that are collapsing by chance—the edges of two universes colliding, merging, squeezing, and bursting like two bubbles, releasing energy powerful enough to tear space apart.

The light of that energy flashed and disappeared in the void, like a firework that bloomed briefly.

Her gaze went further and further away. Her eyes pierced through the merging universes, through the birthing galaxies, and through the dying stars.

She saw the endless dimensions—heaven and hell, light and darkness, order and chaos—all the dimensions unfolded before her eyes, like an open book.

She saw demons roaring in hell, angels praying in heaven, and indefinable beings writhing between dimensions.

Her eyes grew brighter and brighter.

It wasn't a metaphor—it was genuinely glowing. Something was awakening within those pale purple pupils.

Finally—she had seen enough.

She looked away and turned her gaze back to the man who had brought her here.

Her lips parted slightly as she asked a question that no human could ever understand.

"who I am?"

The sound was no longer crisp and clear. It became deeper and more resonant, like a river that had flowed in darkness for millions of years.

Those light purple eyes were no longer blank—they contained light, fire, something burning within them.

Hanlu looked into her eyes.

He knew that at this moment, she wasn't asking about his "name" or his "identity"—she was asking about his "essence".

Was she a product of chance, or an inevitable outcome? Was she an independent individual, or part of a larger existence?

"You are an existence I gave birth to." Hanlu's voice was very soft, so soft it was as if she were revealing a secret, "You are—"

Hanlu paused, and the smile on her lips slowly widened.

"disciple."

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