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Clearly, they are on equal footing, and he is also a supreme cosmic deity.
If even this one person can't do it, then what are these mutants still struggling for...?
Despair, an intense feeling of despair welled up inside me.
Magneto, who had been silent since Baldr awoke, suddenly knelt down with a thud.
He took a deep breath and said in an extremely heavy tone.
"Oh, high and mighty God, though I do not know your identity, if you are willing to save this world, I can offer you everything, my life, and even my commands!"
As a mutant bipolar, Magneto is proud and powerful.
Now facing a desperate situation, he is not lacking in courage.
Baldr lowered his gaze, looking into the depths of Magneto's soul, at the rapidly expanding piety.
“Interesting, Magneto. I’ve heard of you and seen you in other universes.”
Magneto showed no surprise and calmly said, "In that case, you should know better than anyone that I don't lie."
Badr shook his head: "Even if you wanted to lie to me, you couldn't. Your will, your body, every cell in your body would not allow you to do such a covetous thing."
"Besides, whether you are honest or not, whether you lie or not, is not important."
They can see through all destinies and all futures at a glance. Loyalty and infidelity are all unimportant things to gods whose status is getting higher and higher.
Magneto clenched his fist, then relaxed it.
This was all he could give, and it was still worthless.
"You're wrong. You're not worthless; on the contrary, you're very valuable."
A look of astonishment flashed in Magneto's eyes. Wasn't this exactly what he had just been thinking? But soon, a self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips.
Indeed, what's so special about such a high and mighty deity reading one's thoughts? Professor X can read one's mind at will.
But soon, Magneto's eyes lit up with anticipation.
Since this deity claims to have great value, does that mean there is still hope?
Silence passed in this strange atmosphere.
After several minutes, finally, a sigh filled with complex emotions suddenly rang out.
“Your Majesty, my name is Charles Francis Sewell, but they usually call me Professor X.”
"I'm sorry, I cannot appear in person to see Your Majesty."
"Oh, so you want to come see me in your real form~"
"If Your Majesty does not mind the offense, of course."
"Snapped!"
A snap of the fingers.
The void began to shift, and in the blink of an eye, the previously desolate ruins were completely transformed, replaced by a hidden base underground.
Faced with the sudden change in the scene, a flash of shock crossed Magneto's eyes.
Without any reason or summons, this kind of teleportation is more than ten times more sophisticated than the blinking spatial teleportation.
Flashing, she revealed an extremely fanatical expression. This was space, a space that was countless times more advanced than her abilities, the most essential spatial power.
This is a deity, actually a deity who governs space.
"I am not the god who controls space~"
Bader glanced down at Flash, this little girl who looked exactly like a certain celebrity from his past life, and the speed at which his faith was rising was astonishing.
If things continue like this, it won't be long before another fanatic emerges.
For any god who plays with faith, who wouldn't want a few more fanatical followers?
Blink was puzzled. She shouldn't have been mistaken; that was indeed the power of space.
"Hehe, Your Majesty means that space is just one of Your Majesty's powers."
Accompanied by a gentle laugh, Professor X himself walked in from outside.
He sat in a wheelchair, his physical disability not obscuring the gentle and elegant air that emanated from his very bones. He was definitely an elderly gentleman, a complete opposite of Magneto, who grew increasingly majestic and solemn with age.
"You can see through my power?" Baldr looked at Professor X with some amusement.
This guy who left a deep mark on the history of mutants should only have pure mental abilities.
Professor X performed an ancient greeting before speaking gently.
"Your Majesty's power is beyond my comprehension. I can only vaguely sense some things: flames that destroy everything, sacred and inviolable light, obscure and incomprehensible time and space, and so on. There are too many things."
"Your Majesty reigns over all things, and all things devoutly worship you. You must be a creator god, the god of all things, an existence like God."
God, even among the countless mythologies on Earth, is undoubtedly one of the most powerful and has the largest number of believers, without exception.
To use God as a metaphor for the God before us is, for humankind, the most sublime and devout expression.
“I’m not God, although I’ve met many Gods.”
Following behind Professor X, the mischievous boy, who was pushing the wheelchair, looked at the illusory figure in the void with some awe, but couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked, "God, are there many?"
"There are many worlds, and the number of universes is almost infinite, so what's so strange about the existence of many gods? 847"
“I even know that there is a ridiculous God who was killed by humans.”
Killed by humans?
Not to mention the little rascal, everyone else looked utterly astonished.
What kind of incompetent God could be killed by humans? It's shattering my worldview. Luckily, there are no devout believers of God now, or they would probably die on the spot.
Professor X, on the other hand, was quite calm. He didn't care about God, and now was not the time to focus on stories about God.
"Your Majesty, please forgive my insolence as a human being."
"Excuse me, could you exchange my soul and my old friend's soul for the chance of other mutants? We don't need to save the world; even if it's just for the mutants, leaving some sparks of hope, that would be enough."
As he spoke, he suddenly jumped off the wheelchair and knelt down with a thud.
The little rascal tried to go over and help him up, but Professor X waved him off. Then, he touched his head to the ground and said with utmost sincerity, "I humbly beg you, Your Majesty."
Magneto couldn't see clearly, but Professor X could. This deity mentioned that Magneto was of great value, but didn't explicitly say that he could save the world. Clearly, Magneto's value alone was not enough to warrant this deity's intervention.
Or perhaps, this direct transaction displeased His Majesty the God.
Therefore, Professor X changed his requirements.
He could only do the last thing this mutant teacher could do: exchange everything he had as a mutant bipolar for the chance to save other mutants.
Looking at Professor X, who was incredibly devout and seemed on the verge of turning into a fanatic, Magneto, Blink, and the others...
Bader nodded slightly: "Indeed, only when faced with ultimate danger will the shining points in the human soul shine at their most brilliant."
"Perhaps this is why most gods in the world like to destroy the world."
Silence, for a moment.
"Then, as you wish!"
Chapter 137 Invading the Time Management Bureau
The Time Management Bureau is an organization that transcends all things; they manage time, manipulate time, and punish time.
Whenever a timeline deviates from the sacred timeline, that is, does not conform to the plot, that timeline will be punished.
Today, the Time Guardians of the Time Management Bureau, dressed in full green armor and resembling little green-skinned soldiers, discovered a new abnormal timeline.
In an instant, an entire force of Time Guardians assembled and opened the portal to time and space.
However, the next moment, something horrifying happened to all the Time Guardians.
Having just stepped out of the portal, they found themselves not in the battlefield the Time Guardians had anticipated, but in a room.
Standing at the very front, the captain of the Time Guard, who looked exactly like a black pig, looked around in shock.
The next moment, alert as a seasoned time guard, the black-bowl-like captain of the time guards quickly took out his communicator, wanting to report the anomaly to the Time Management Bureau.
However, her hand, which had just taken out the communicator, suddenly froze in place. Then, the communicator gently floated out of her hand and landed on another hand.
Badr glanced at the communicator in his hand, and a pure white light appeared, instantly activating his pseudo-omniscience and omnipotence.
A moment later, the pseudo-omniscient and omnipotent state was deactivated, and Badr nodded slightly.
"Kang the Conqueror does indeed have some tricks up his sleeve."
Baldr had previously speculated that the so-called Conqueror Kang was most likely a secondary account of some powerful player.
Otherwise, how could a mere scientist trigger a multiverse upheaval, a multiverse crisis, create a Time Administration Bureau, and manage all timelines?
Can you really do this with just a little bit of technological weaponry?
What are you thinking!
When all the big shots in every universe are dead!
Putting aside other things, Dormammu, the Dark Dimension God and the Ancient One's nemesis, once demonstrated methods that defied time to a certain extent.
When Doctor Strange first faced Dormammu, he was no match for him in terms of strength, so he chose to use the time loop method to force Dormammu to retreat.
This move was indeed successful. The reason for its success was that Dormammu could clearly sense each time the time loop occurred. However, Dormammu was unable to break the time loop, so he got annoyed and retreated.
Dormammu is a dark daemon. To be able to serve as the Ancient One's exceptional nemesis, a time-based Celestial Father, it's clear that a Celestial Father-level dark daemon doesn't qualify. Dormammu can be considered a gatekeeper of a single universe.
Even a single universe-level gatekeeper can defy the power of time. If it weren't for the time loop established by the Time Stone, it might even be able to forcibly break it!
Therefore, these low-level time-related methods are meaningless to beings at the single-universe level or above.
The entire Time Management Bureau, including Kang the Conqueror, were actually ordinary people—a group of ordinary people who controlled a time machine.
In this situation, how can they arbitrarily deal with each universe when all the individual universes in each universe are dead?
Every universe must have beings at the single-level or above, the five great god projections! A group of celestial beings, this is certain. With these powerful beings watching over them, how dare a bunch of green-skinned bastards from the Time Administration Bureau be arrogant?
And they did it.
Either the Time Administration Bureau and individual-level, including those stronger than individual-level, have reached a cooperation agreement, or Conqueror Kang is actually a secondary account created by some big shot, and individual-level universe-level beings dare not disobey Conqueror Kang's orders.