When Tony Stark threw away the shackles of his body and came to the realm of death, the potential of the Iron Demon God was completely liberated.

His wisdom, which stood above the universe and reached the pinnacle of life, made him an incomparable person and power.

The huge Iron Demon God Phantom gradually condensed into a physically violent mechanical army, covering the entire sky of the Death Realm, and when he saw the Goddess of Death, Iron Man said to her in an emotionless and indifferent mechanical tone:

"Give him back the price Schiller paid you."

Death stood on the ground, looked up at the sky, pouted, and said, "So, you're trying to break the contract?"

She grabbed one hand into the void, and one of Schiller's arms appeared in her hand, and Death pinched 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'm infinite, and there's no point in absorbing any power, but what he gave me is interesting......

"If you want to get it back, in addition to paying something to replace him, you also have to pay additional liquidated damages, which Schiller taught me."

"I'm not going to pay anything in place of it, and I'm not going to pay you any liquidated damages." Stark replied in a straight, mechanical synthesizer.

Death took a deep breath and pressed her chest, as if trying to suppress her anger, she spoke, "I find that if I don't make my words clear, you shameless humans will not understand what shameless things you have done!"

"It all started when I didn't end my contract with the Egyptian gods in time, and that madman named Schiller, with the beacon I left for them, frantically called me to make harassing phone calls!"

Death is holding back the fire in his belly, and he can't spread it to Schiller, who is cooperating, and now it just so happens that this guy called the Iron Demon God should be Schiller's friend, are they all the same dog? Can't scold Schiller? Can't I scold you?

As death said, all tragedies began on the scale of the Egyptian god system, and after Schiller saw the scale, he felt that the Egyptian god system was so weak that it could have its own Valhalla, so why couldn't he have it?

But in fact, this is because death is different from the concept of human time, the Egyptian god system has declined for thousands of years, and for death, it is not enough time to take a nap, she did not terminate the contract with the Egyptian god system in time, and the token was confiscated, so it was left to Schiller, which became a harassing phone call.

It's like, death did nothing, walking down the street, and suddenly met a madman, pulled him to start selling.

Death felt very annoying, so he resolutely refused to sign a contract with him, but this person found her company with a backhand and made a big fuss, so that the boss of the law kicked her out of the company with her siblings.

That's it, when I kicked it out, I brought a house, and I thought to death, can't I stay in the house and not come out?

As a result, Schiller sued her boss Eternity again, and the fact that she was trading with the resurrection quota was exposed, and she couldn't even get extra money.

Don't mention it, as a result, Schiller, who had just cut off the resurrection quota of all god civilizations, turned his head and went to these god systems and civilizations to pretend to be good people, and united them to protest against death, and wanted to get the resurrection quota,

Death was annoyed and had no choice, so he agreed to them and established United Paradise, but when he looked back, this contract was full of pitfalls.

Before death could settle accounts with Schiller, Schiller came to him first, not only offering to make up for the loopholes in the contract, but also bringing her a good book as a Christmas present, on the condition that he only resurrect a few humans.

Beat a stick to a sweet date, and death promised Schiller with self-abandonment.

As a result, not long after the deal was concluded, the Iron Demon God came and said that he would default and not pay liquidated damages.

Now, all that hovers in Death's mind is one sentence - are you humans sick?!

And immediately after, there is another sentence - if you are sick, you will be treated, can you not come to touch me?!

Thinking back to his experience of being pitted all the way, death was laughed at angrily, the tiger was not powerful, and he really treated her as a sick cat?

So, she looked at the Iron 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 ......"

Death smiled, brought Schiller's arm close to her mouth, and made a gulp-swallowing expression, she could already imagine how painful he would be when he ate the souls of Stark's most valued friends in one bite.

It's time for this group of damned humans to be punished, and this time, she is not the perpetrator of evil, but the avenger of justice.

Thinking of this, Death felt that this feast of vengeance was not wonderful enough, so she waved her hand, and on the barren plain, a table appeared, and Schiller's arm was placed in the center of the table, and Death put on a gorgeous dress, sat down at the table, tied a napkin for himself, and took up a knife and fork.

As she began to cut Schiller's soul, she said, "You could just keep standing there and watch your friend's soul being devoured little by little."

Countless armies of mechs flew towards here, but their bombardments and even suicide attacks had no effect, this was the territory of death, and even other abstract entities could not overcome death here.

Death glanced up at the giant Iron Demon God, smiled and said, "Don't stand there stupidly, come down, have dinner with me, and savor the pain and heartbreak of loss......

To Death's surprise, Stark did appear at the table, but he was still in the form of the Iron Demon God, but he had returned to the size of an ordinary person, and his eyes were flowing with the light of data, and he was approaching the table step by step.

Death propped his chin on his hand and said, "I really don't know, how dare such a small human being come here and negotiate terms with the Great Death?"

Stark's movements became very mechanical, he walked to the table and sat down, turned his head, stared at death with those eyes, and said, "Because I have the leverage to negotiate with you."

Oh? What is it?" Death smiled disdainfully, looked at Stark playfully, and said, "If it's some kind of power, I advise you not to speak, I've said it, I'm the source of power, and I don't need any extra power."

"Yes." Contrary to death's expectations, Stark nodded, and instead of denying it, continued, "But you need to die."

Death paused as he picked up his fork, and Stark continued, "There is death in the universe, there is you, you are death, you need death."

So what?" Death asked.

"That's my bargaining chip." Stark turned his head again, but for some reason, when he was stared at by those cold eyes that only flowed through information and data, death suddenly had a bad premonition.

And then, Stark said something that made her hunch come true.

"The human body is my shackles, and as long as I am willing to give up my human form and elevate myself to other life forms, and to give up my humanity and emotions as a human being, and become a being with only purpose and logic, I can cleanse the universe of all death."

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."

"All organisms that have birth, old age, sickness, and death will be transformed by me into inorganic bodies that only need to replace parts, and can have an infinite lifespan and never die."

With Stark's narration, the phantom of the mechanical army began to boil continuously, like an amazing storm.

Death looked up at the sky that was gradually darkening, her eyes gradually widened, and Stark's devilish whisper continued:

"By pooling the resources of the entire universe, I can transfer all the thinking organs of intelligent life into mechanical bodies, and replace every part that may be damaged for them without interruption, so that they will have an eternal and flawless life, forever, forever and ever...... Stay away from death."

"Nope

......" Death whispered, she raised her head and kept scanning the storm over the Death Country, those mechanical armies that were ready to go, not with any murderous aura, but full of pity.

Death reads their commands, and the Iron Demon asks them not to kill any life, but instead to rob their mind organs, extract their souls, and pour them into their ignorant mechanical bodies in order to achieve eternal immortality.

All civilized individuals, animals, plants, cosmic demon gods, and all beings with thinking beings will be swept away by the mechanical storm, and the universe will usher in an irresistible inorganic catastrophe, and from then on, there will be no death.

Death stood up from the table in a bit of a panic, looking at the mechanical army flying out one by one, she clenched the broken knife in her hand, her eyes flashed, obviously looking into the future through the timeline.

And at the end of the chosen branch, death sees only a pair of eyes.

Exactly like the Iron Man in front of him, it was a pair of eyes that had no emotion, only data flowing, and those cold eyes made death seem to be choked by the throat.

"Stop...... Stop !!." Death screamed, "You can't do that! You're going to ruin this universe!"

"Damn it! You lunatic! You crazy human beings!! Death clawed at his hair and said, "You're crazy! Hurry up and stop !!."

Then, she took a deep breath, grabbed her arm from the table, threw it to Stark, and said, "Take it! Roll ...... Quickly disappear from my vision, I don't want to see you again!!

But Stark, who was sitting there, seemed to be unaware, he also stood up, came to the other side of death, and said to her, "My friend Schiller, there is an irreparable scar on his soul, is there anything you can do?"

The goddess of death stood in place, looked at Stark in a daze, and said, "Not only did you breach the contract, withdraw the deposit, and not pay the liquidated damages, but also wanted me to help you treat your illness for free...... And it's still Schiller?!!!!!

Death reached out and covered her forehead, if she really had blood pressure, she would probably be unconscious by now, but Stark stared at him so indifferently, and there was a message in his eyes, that is, he would not give up until he achieved his goal.

"Are you mistaken?! You, you're Tony Stark! Aren't you a superhero?! How can you destroy the universe?! I've never seen a Tony Stark like you!!" Death even roared a little aggrieved.

But after a while, she took a deep breath and said, "It's all to blame on that damn Schiller! The universe is fine without him! It's just that he has a lot to do!!

"Forget it, isn't that the injury?" Death gritted his teeth and said, "Let me see...... Well, it can be cured, do you want to cure it?"

Stark watched Death in silence until the angry expression on Death's face began to stiffen, and then, she slowly retracted the distorted expression on her face, turned back to her previous banter, and said, "You're still quite smart and not fooled."

"What are you going to do?" Stark asks a crucial question.

Death came to him and looked at him with a smile in his eyes, "The wound on Schiller's soul comes from a very bad memory of him, and I can erase all the memories associated with it, and in this way, he will be healed."

As he said this, Death's eyes narrowed, as if he had seen through this timeline the end of the future full of blood and war.

But then, she shook her head with some regret and said, "It's a pity that you're still quite smart enough to notice it."

But it's not exactly a trap." Death restrained his expression and said to Stark seriously, "That scar is actually a memory in essence, if you really want to completely heal him, you can only delete the memory."

"If you don't believe me, ask them, my stupid brothers and sisters will only give you the same answer."

With that, Death reached out and stroked Stark's visor, tilted his head, stared into his eyes, and said, "As long as you give me an affirmative answer, your friend, there will be no more

Some gloomy and painful past."

"Believe me, Schiller's past is more painful than you think, and he can't save himself at all, as his good friend, you should help him, help him get out of the sea of suffering, and get happy......

Death's face almost touched the tip of Stark's nose, and when the eyes of the two met, Stark heard countless chantings, like an ode to heaven.

In the midst of the sacred sounds, the young children's voices sang the song of friendship, and they said that friends should help each other, that there is no sin in helping friends, and that if he cannot save himself, you should be the savior......

Then he died, and then he said, "There are so many trivial and ordinary things in your memories that are not worth keeping or suffering about, and if you can destroy them in exchange for happiness, why not do it?"

"Only by not being bothered by the mundane things can we move towards a greater and happier future......

Stark opened his mouth slowly, and death seemed to have heard his affirmative answer.

A starry sky slowly unfolds behind death, and the entire realm of death merges into one, becoming a place where endless mysteries and rivers return, and death, which is the cornerstone of the universe, reveals her true greatness.

At a time when ordinary mortals would feel crazy about the endless truth and mystery just by looking at it, Stark's eyes, the cold data flow gradually receded, and another light burst out from the indifference.

It was an unexpected, intense emotion that made everyone who watched his death feel unexpected, emotions and love that these abstract entities could deduce, but could never truly have.

「…… Nope."

Stark spat out a word that was diametrically opposed to the expectation of death, and death stretched out his arms made of the starry sky, held Stark's face, looked at him with eyes full of infinite mysteries, and asked, "Why refuse? Why don't you complete your mission of salvation?"

Stark's eyes showed pain that Death couldn't understand, and Death ran his hand over his eyes, but Stark closed his eyes and said.

If Schiller is bitter about his past, he can choose to forget it himself, rather than having anyone help him forget it."

"If he hadn't forgotten, it meant that there were things in this memory that he had to remember, and these things might be more precious than all the pain in that memory combined."

"Therefore he would rather suffer than forget, as I did in the past."

"The death of Howard and Maria has brought me far less pain than the comfort of the good times I had with them, and if I had the opportunity to choose, I would never choose to forget."

"Death...... Death ......" Stark reached out and touched Death's cheek, and said to her, "In this world, all beings with emotion and intelligence cannot defeat you, but we have all defeated you."

Through the endless veil of death, Stark looked into the distance behind death, and said:

"Prosperous civilizations and prosperous cities have been built from generation to generation of death and rebirth."

"In the face of death, all of us feel an inevitable fear because we are weak, because we are small......

Stark took a few steps back, and his figure began to grow more and more ethereal, while Death stretched out his arms forward, as if to reach through him, a thriving universe that she would never be able to reach.

Before Stark's figure disappeared, only his affectionate voice was left, echoing in the realm of death, which made it even more desolate and empty, and also more obvious, the loneliness of death with the intention of retaining his arms.

"Ordinary people like me will eventually return to your arms."

"But the inheritance and spirit we have left behind, the friendship and family affection we have established, the city and civilization we have built......

"The memories that remain in our memories, the memories that keep us awake at night, and the treasures that we protect and that we will remember for a lifetime, together constitute this amazing world."

"Those who are small in relation to your greatness

, will remain...... vulgar, never die."

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