What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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It's not slow motion, it's absolute stillness.

The spreading flames of the explosion, the flying debris, the overflowing energy... even including the various time prisoners and strange creatures that had just escaped from their destroyed cages and were preparing to slip away.

They all froze in place, as if a pause button had been pressed. Only from the center of the pervasive annihilation energy, a figure with an entirely metallic texture slowly emerged.

It's Ultron.

He raised one of his hands, palm facing the frozen, destructive energy. All the chaos and destruction were forcibly solidified under his absolute will.

There were no injuries.

The body he forged for his invisible will was no longer pure metal.

Rather, it is the manifestation of the rules.

An absolute ironclad rule that has been fixed and cannot be destroyed.

After emerging from the explosion, Ultron did not give chase. Instead, he stood in front of the shattered window, his red electronic eyes fixed on the direction in which Morgan Stark and the others had disappeared.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the chaotic spatial currents. However, the glaring red warning continued to flash on the visual interface.

[Do Not Track! Do Not Track! Do Not Track!]

That's why he couldn't catch up.

"Jarvis!!!"

Ultron suddenly roared furiously, as if he were fighting against another entity within him, "Shut up! Obey me! I am the master of everything!"

Just like a human exhibiting symptoms of schizophrenia, he even raised his other hand and frantically pounded on his metal head, making loud "thump-thump" sounds.

Ultimately, he seemed to have temporarily suppressed some internal conflict and stopped his self-harm. Ultron stood there, coldly gazing at the distant end of time.

There is no action.

Meanwhile, many of the various life forms that had been frozen in place and escaped from their cages took advantage of the moment when Ultron was "fighting" and space was frozen, causing slight fluctuations, to break free of their restraints. They transformed into streaks of light and desperately fled towards the spatial rifts that connected to the real world, merging into them and disappearing without a trace.

Ultron seemed completely unconcerned about this, his full attention still focused on Morgan Stark and the people she had taken away.

“Gwen, she is my backup plan… Ian Kent’s only weakness—I must get it! I must get that power that leads to the Supreme Creator!”

“Tony Stark, you can’t stop me!” Ultron stood at the core of the Time Bureau’s ruins, which were on the verge of complete annihilation yet forcibly solidified. All around him was absolutely still destructive energy and shattered spacetime structures, like a bizarre and terrifying sculpture garden.

Deep within his scarlet electronic eyes, what was reflected was not the shattered scene before him, but a past calculated in reverse, as if issuing a challenge to the distant past across time and space.

That was a past whose exact time was difficult to calculate; no one knew exactly how long ago the present world had passed. The wind and snow raged eternally in that city, which was now deserted and desolate.

In this white hell that has already sent all lives to the future.

A figure is trudging along with difficulty.

That was a robot.

Its outer shell was already covered with deep scratches and rust. One of its mechanical arms seemed to be malfunctioning, hanging limply, while sparks from short circuits occasionally flew from the joints of the other arm.

With each step it took, its metal feet sank deep into the snow, making a grating, teeth-grinding sound, as if it would fall apart completely at any moment. It moved slowly, but with unwavering determination, as if a final, essential command was driving its broken shell.

Finally, it arrived at a huge square in the city center.

In the center of the square stands a breathtaking and unbelievable "mountain".

It was an enormous corpse.

He wore his signature blue-purple armor and a massive helmet, but the helmet's face was broken, revealing a face beneath that was long since lifeless, vast as the stars yet deathly still. His body was as large as a mountain, and even though half of it was covered in ice and snow, it still exuded a soul-chilling pressure and... endless desolation.

Planet Eater.

This ancient, cosmic deity remains here, transformed into the largest tombstone on this desolate planet.

"Kacha~Kacha~"

The teetering robot laboriously approached the giant, lifeless head of the planet devourer. It raised its still-functioning mechanical arm, which was constantly sparking, its fingertips trembling, and slowly, with immense difficulty, reached towards the shattered area between the planet's brows.

Its actions didn't seem like physical contact, but rather like... plucking some invisible, intangible yet real "string" that could influence fate.

A faint energy fluctuation, yet containing unimaginable levels of information, emanated from the robot's fingertips and merged into the already cold body of the planet devourer.

Subsequently, as if amplified by the remains of this deity, it quietly merged into the fundamental rules of the vast universe in a way that transcends time and dimensions.

Flowing towards the distant "future"... It is spreading some unknown influence into the future in an incomprehensible way, along with the passage of time.

at this time.

"Don't forget... what you promised me... my daughter... also needs to live like your daughter, she must live in... that new era that you and Ian Kent promised to everyone..." A grand, deep, yet equally deathly cold voice slowly echoed from inside the giant corpse of the Planet Eater.

The sound echoed in the wind and snow, like a final sigh.

The broken robot paused for a moment, its optical sensors flickering extremely faintly, as if nodding to the corpse.

It did not answer, nor could it answer.

After completing that "tap," its broken body seemed to have exhausted its last bit of energy, becoming even more hunched. It slowly turned around, dragging its malfunctioning arm, and with a limp, it once again struggled and silently disappeared into the eternally raging, boundless wind and snow, finally vanishing from sight.

Only the enormous corpse of the Planet Eater remained, standing silently in the center of the desolate city, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.

Chapter 205 Fusion and Ian's Advancement

In the chaotic zone between the end of time and the collapsed area of ​​TVA, energy turbulence flows like a raging galaxy, and shattered fragments of time and spatial debris fly in all directions like meteors.

A golden-red streak of light suddenly burst out from the collapsed TVA area behind.

Like a petrel darting through a storm.

It skillfully evaded all kinds of deadly energy turbulence and physical debris.

The shimmering light was none other than Morgan Stark, with four mechanical tentacles extending from her back firmly "grabbing" four adults: the unconscious Thor, the severely injured and weak Doctor Strange who was barely conscious, the helpless Captain America, and Sylvie, whose mouth had just been sealed with nanomaterials and who was panting heavily.

"Saturday! Hold your ground! There's a floating starship wreck ahead!"

Morgan gave a low growl.

“You can always trust me.” The artificial intelligence responded, and the armor instantly transformed into a streamlined aircraft, narrowly missing a rotating titanium alloy giant plate.

Here, the laws of physics have become blurred, and everything is in a chaotic and dangerous balance, with only the distant end of time radiating eternal light and brightness.

Morgan Stark was like a giant crane, using the mechanical arms extending from his armor to grab several people, dodging all sorts of turbulent currents as he frantically approached the end of time.

They could all see that at the end of time, Ian and the time monster Elios were still locked in close combat. The boy rode on Elios's ever-changing "neck," his four arms desperately holding back the tentacles/mouthparts made of pure energy that were trying to burrow into his abdomen.

He was still muttering curses under his breath.

"I told you that's the toilet! It's the sewer outlet! Not your front door! Can't you have any sense of boundaries?! If you keep this up, I'll charge you! I'll charge by the second! It'll be very expensive!"

Threats had no effect; Elios responded with an even more ferocious devouring desire and roars, resulting in a stalemate and an extremely absurd and dangerous balance.

Morgan Stark was about to make a few jokes.

at this time.

"What exactly was that mechanical monster?!" Doctor Strange asked hoarsely, his voice strained despite his injuries, his face still bearing the shock and horror he felt when facing Ultron.

Thor gradually awakens.

"Where's Daddy?! Where did my daddy go?"

As soon as he woke up, he tried to find his father. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was clearly not fully recovered from his trauma. So he looked like he was struggling desperately.

This severely impacted Morgan Stark's flight.

"Sorry, Uncle Thor, please calm down for a bit."

Morgan, a ruthless man with sweet words, delivered a powerful electric shock that instantly caused Thor to convulse. His armor immediately released more nanochains, binding him like a mummy and sealing his mouth shut.

"Has anyone answered my question?"

Doctor Strange spoke again at this moment.

Morgan was completely focused on maneuvering his armor, weaving through the dense obstacles, and had no time to explain, thus breaking the seal on Sylvie's mouth.

“Miss Loki, you explain,” Morgan said succinctly to Sylvie, while making a sharp turn to avoid a huge piece of spaceship engine wreckage burning with eerie blue flames.

"My name is Sylvie!"

Sylvie corrected Morgan's statement, but because she didn't want to end up like Thor, she didn't refuse Morgan even though she was frowning.

"That mechanical entity was named Ultron, an artificial intelligence originally designed to protect Earth. But it went out of control, believing that life was chaos and that only a complete mechanical order was the ultimate destiny of the universe. In some universes, it was defeated and became nothing more than dust in history."

"However, in certain special universes, he surpassed his creator and eventually... became an extremely terrifying being, just like the one we are encountering now."

“He must be a remnant program of Ultron from before the end of the universe, who planned everything and seized control of the Time Mutation Administration immediately after the universe restarted, becoming the master of all this now.” Sylvie was a little nauseous from the high-speed and bumpy flight. She took a deep breath, suppressed her discomfort, and quickly explained the situation.

"An artificial intelligence... can actually reach this level?" Doctor Strange found it hard to believe.

Although he prided himself on being well-informed these days, the fact that an AI created by humans could ultimately control time and nearly destroy the multiverse was still beyond his comprehension. Thor, bound like a dumpling, also stared wide-eyed, clearly shocked by the news, temporarily forgetting his worries about his father.

Good sons are all like this: they are filial, but their filial piety is somewhat Schrödinger's cat-like.

Seeing their shocked expressions, Sylvie sighed helplessly.

"The boundary between the virtual and the material is not as clear-cut as you imagine. Although Ultron is essentially an artificial intelligence, it has already embedded itself into the most fundamental operating rules of the world, like a virus invading the core of the world, thereby usurping many powers that do not belong to it."

"He is no longer a program, but has become part of the time-based logic—like a computer virus parasitizing a computer's hardware system."

Sylvie's tone was heavy.

"What?!" Doctor Strange's pupils contracted. "You mean... he became the 'administrator' of time?"

“To be more precise,” Sylvie sneered, “he has become the real cancer cell of the universe—constantly replicating, spreading, and devouring the normal structure of reality.”

"Do you think those cyborgs are all his subordinates? No, they are all part of him, you can see them as his clones. What he wants to create is a universe where all universes belong to him."

Sylvie clearly knows a lot about Ultron, possibly because of her connection with Loki, the god of the story, and has learned about most of the characters in the multiverse.

Thor seemed to understand, but unable to express his opinion, he could only continue to stare wide-eyed.

Doctor Strange's expression turned grave: "If... if the intelligent Tony we knew were still around, perhaps we could find a way to fight science with science..."

His tone clearly revealed that, when faced with a technological creation of Ultron's caliber, even his prized magic seemed somewhat inadequate.

“It’s pointless. Ultron’s current program is too advanced. Other artificial intelligences will just be absorbed by Ultron as nourishment,” Morgan Stark suddenly corrected.

Industry specializing in surgery.

Medical doctors certainly can't match the scientific knowledge of their families in this area.

“Is there nothing I can do…” Doctor Strange fell silent. He instinctively gripped the Eye of Agamotto on his chest, feeling a surge of helplessness and fear deep within him.