r18novel Chapter 316 God of a Super-Cosmic Civilization
Chapter 316 God of a Super-Cosmic Civilization
Yes, it's all over now.
That's only natural, isn't it? That's how it should be.
This was just a passing phase—
An unexpected beginning as they spurred the fate of the entire multiverse.
They will discover this accident, then thoroughly fix it, and ensure that the future, like a sophisticated computer, will be free of any malfunctions.
But this is different.
While the members of the God Group were celebrating their victory, someone had already noticed—
The comic book image drawn in the last second before he fell into the flames and turned to ashes.
It’s over.
The man muttered to himself.
At the same time, under the astonished gazes of all the gods throughout the Marvel Universe, those silver specks of light, which resembled the proliferation of fungi, rapidly multiplied and quickly covered every node in the entire universe.
Each node is a door, and each door leads to a new dimension.
That is where the first sparks of civilization ignited, that is where the story began.
All universes, all civilizations, all possibilities are united into one at this moment.
When the first ape-man looked up at the sky!
When the first life set foot on the planet!
When the first living being began to create new life!
Civilization is founded at this moment!
When the first intelligent life was born.
When the first life was born.
When the first cell was born.
When the first thing to start moving rhythmically—
As the inevitable end point of life, that existence, which is coordinated by countless consciousnesses and described as "civilization," has been completely brought under the control of Cold Dew.
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Cold Dew smiles.
He looked up at the incredibly tall giants before him—the Celestials.
Even though the difference in size between the two was like a landslide and a tsunami, his back remained straight, and there was not a trace of retreat in his black eyes.
He simply raised his hand, and teleported all the wary girls behind him away—
Galactus vanished in a golden light. Saber gave him one last look, a complex emotion flashing in her emerald eyes, before she too disappeared. The disciple hadn't even had time to draw his sword.
Eternity was astonished by this, and Infinity found it incredible.
Because they sensed that, in that instant of raising their hand, even they themselves were no match for their opponent—
Even if the other party's appearance is still that of a single universe-level being.
But to send away three multiverse-level beings in an instant—it's clear that the opponent's current strength may have exceeded all their expectations.
"It's all because of you—!!!"
The leader of the Celestial Warriors roared furiously.
Within the Celestial Group's hierarchy, he seemed to be nothing more than a nameless nobody—
But this is not important.
When countless celestial beings across the universes, both in their true forms and in their avatars, immediately began pursuing Hanlu, who existed in every corner of the universe—
They did the same thing.
Raise your hand.
Exterminate.
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Hanlu neither resisted nor tried to escape.
His arms were outstretched, just like Jesus trapped on the cross, accepting all the world's punishments in a posture almost like that of the Messiah.
A supernova explosion—energy powerful enough to shatter a star into pieces exploded on his body, the light so blinding that even onlookers had to close their eyes.
Neutron star destruction—matter a million times denser than Earth crushed his body, and space itself was distorted and deformed under the immense pressure.
The black hole devoured him—its gravity, which even light could not escape, dragged him into an endless abyss.
Absolute zero—that frigid temperature that halted all molecular motion froze every inch of space around him.
The ultimate method of killing, a fusion of physics and magic, is enough to kill any ordinary life form a million times over.
But for the clone in front of him, everything seemed to be just a drop in the ocean.
The warriors of the Celestials stared wide-eyed at the being that had been reduced to ashes and then stood up again the next moment.
He also changed his clothes.
With gold-edged cloud patterns and yin-yang symbolism, the long robe fluttered in the air without wind, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance.
He smiled as he looked at the giants who were enraged at him. The curve of his lips was calm and composed, as if he were watching a group of children playing house on a training field.
"When the anger is all vented—"
His voice wasn't loud, but every word seemed etched into the depths of space, so clear it was almost despairing: "Then please leave."
He paused.
"Otherwise, you will suffer the wrath of a god."
If you wish your plan to continue—
Of course, I don't recommend telling the whole universe what you have in your hands.
There will always be lives that fight you for this, and I will be the first firework to ignite the flames of war.
His gaze swept across the faces of each member of the Celestials, as if making a final confirmation.
"Of course, if you wish, you can also choose to fight me in my true form."
However, at this point, I had transcended the concept of time—nothing could erase me.
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Hanlu spoke in a calm and elegant manner a series of words that terrified even the gods.
This is almost provocative rhetoric, and could even be described as "bragging."
But for him, this was not the case—he had already imprinted his concepts into the civilizations of every universe.
He exists in the past, present, and future.
Even if no life consciousness has been born in some universes, as long as there is a possibility that the other party "exists", then it will exist there.
In every universe, the power brought by the countless civilizations bound to every city of civilization is equally inexhaustible.
He is not a point, not a line, not a net—
He is a three-dimensional, multi-faceted being that permeates every corner.
You cannot kill him because you cannot kill the concept of "civilization" itself.
The Celestial Team, who were leading the group, fell silent.
His enormous, expressionless silver face betrayed no emotion. But everyone could sense it—
He is communicating, engaging with a higher level of consciousness.
Report the situation, request instructions, and await a response.
Time passed second by second, and with each passing second, an unbearable sense of oppression grew in the void.
Finally—under the expectant gaze of the gods, he vanished.
It was as if they had never existed. There was no farewell, no explanation, only an empty void and the dumbfounded gods still watching from afar.
Only the one who seemed to have victory in his grasp remained in place.
God of Civilization.
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Annihilation felt the surge of power within him.
It's not a gradual increase, but rather like a flood bursting its banks, with each wave higher than the last.
He didn't even need to consciously perceive it—
That power permeated every corner of him, every crack, and every breath.
He could sense that he could easily surpass his previous self—
It's even more than double.
He was 100% certain—it must have been the work of the god of civilization before him.
He was extremely satisfied with it, but also extremely doubtful.
What exactly did you do?
The silver facial contours shifted slightly, and the empty eyes, like the depths of the universe, stared intently at Hanlu.
Even Yongheng felt his face burning.
Damn it—one second I was arrogantly inviting the other person to join, and the other person slapped me in the face.
Then the other party turned around and became unpredictable.
He hadn't experienced this disparity, this feeling of being completely crushed, in a long time.
"Annihilation." Eternity's voice was deep and steady, but everyone could hear the emotion pressing beneath that calm.
"Hmm." Annihilation's response was short and indifferent, as if to say, "I know what you're going to ask."
"How strong is he now?"
Annihilation lowered his head, seemingly deep in thought.
Deep within those empty eyes, something flickered faintly—not light, not fire, but something deeper, more essential, like the echo of the abyss itself gazing into the abyss.
Then, he looked up.
His voice was very soft, so soft that it sounded like he was talking to himself—but every god present heard it clearly.
"Super universe."
He paused, a pause that felt like an eternity.
"At the same level as me."
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A deathly silence.
The silence wasn't the absence of sound, but rather the complete absorption of all sound in that instant—like a towel wrung dry, leaving not a single drop of water behind.
In the pantheon of creator gods, no one spoke. Eternity's expression froze, Infinity's eyes lost focus, Planet Eater's jaw opened and closed slightly, and for the first time, something akin to awe appeared in the empty eyes of the Goddess of Death.
They gazed at the man in the long robe with gold-trimmed cloud patterns—standing in the void, hands clasped behind his back, a faint smile playing on his lips. Compared to the giants of the creator gods, his figure was as insignificant as a speck of dust, yet at this moment, no one dared to say that speck of dust was insignificant.
In the distant void, the gods who were still watching began to slowly and silently retreat. There was no discussion, no exclamations, no whispering—everyone was silently processing the news.
Supercosmic level. On par with annihilation.
From the multiverse level to the supercosm level, it's not just a difference in power, it's a difference in dimensions—
Just as two-dimensional beings can never comprehend the depth of a three-dimensional world, the existence of a multiverse cannot truly reach the boundaries of a super-universe.
Just as two-dimensional beings can never comprehend the depth of a three-dimensional world, the existence of a multiverse cannot truly reach the boundaries of a super-universe.
And Hanlu, this deity born from the concept of "civilization," completed this leap right under everyone's noses in that very instant.
What exactly did he do?
Nobody knows.
But everyone is thinking about it.
Hanlu simply stood there, smiling.
His gaze pierced through the void, through layers of dimensional barriers, through countless universes that were burning, being born, and dying—and landed in a place where no one could see him.
There, his true form still sits on that throne woven from timelines.
The throne was glowing. Not reflected light, not refracted light—but a warm, golden light emanating from within, like the rising sun.
The concept of a god of civilization has matured.
And this battle with God has only just begun.