Marvel's master of cosmic magic-Chapter 825

"So? If you’re willing, we can begin right now."

Rowan Mercer drew Klein, the Goddess of Night, and Roselle into a quiet fold of space and explained his plan.

He had extracted a separate timeline.

He could grant them the ability to move between two timelines freely.

A bridge between worlds.

Klein did not hesitate.

"I’m in. Absolutely."

With that, he could return to the modern era without abandoning the siblings he had grown to love in this world.

It was everything he had wanted but never believed possible.

Roselle laughed.

"This reminds me of those old stories about people running trade between two worlds. Pity I no longer need to get rich that way."

He paused, thoughtful.

"Back when I first woke up, though? That kind of cheat would’ve been priceless. Makes me a little jealous of the old fellows still lingering in the Source Citadel."

The Goddess of Night, however, frowned.

"There’s a problem. In that era, the Celestial Worthy and God Almighty haven’t destroyed each other yet. If we return, the apocalypse may still unfold."

Rowan nodded.

"This is a separated timeline. I have to stabilize it into a true parallel universe. I can’t interfere directly with its historical course. I won’t erase the Celestial Worthy or God Almighty for you."

He met their eyes evenly.

"If the future changes, it will be because of you."

"And if we fail?" Klein asked.

"Then you bring your loved ones back here. Let them fight it out. Clean up afterward."

Roselle’s eyes gleamed.

"A chance to save the world? Now that’s a role I’ve always liked."

Klein’s expression hardened with resolve. He had no desire to see modern civilization descend into the nightmare of the Second Epoch.

The Goddess of Night spoke again after a moment.

"If possible, I want to bring Grisha with us. He’s done this before."

Grisha had once ended an age of darkness. Even reduced in strength, his experience would be invaluable.

Rowan gave a small nod.

"Done."

With a thought, he granted them the ability to cross between timelines.

Once the arrangements were complete, Rowan stepped back into the Chaos beyond worlds.

"Time to expand."

Except for his incarnation in the Primordial World, the other nine incarnations acted simultaneously.

They invoked the duplication authority.

From each, countless minor fragments split off.

Hundreds of millions of lesser selves dispersed outward in every direction, plunging into the boundless Chaos.

Rowan’s next objectives were clear.

First, his incarnation in the Primordial World would continue cultivating within the Intercepting Sect. With multiversal strength approaching that realm’s upper tiers, long-term planning might even open a path toward true transcendence.

Second, the remaining incarnations would replicate what he had done here: extract timelines from their own multiverses and slowly nurture them into new parallel worlds.

Third, the fragments would explore the Chaos, searching for other incarnations and, more importantly, new worlds.

Discovering a world was not merely about devouring it.

It was about acquiring a template.

At present, Rowan’s world-creation relied on evolving timelines from existing templates. That produced variations.

But designing a completely new foundational template from scratch was vastly more difficult and vastly more rewarding.

Even if he encountered a benevolent creator whose world he chose not to consume, exchanging knowledge was still worthwhile.

He had done so before.

With Ilúvatar.

With Moko.

They had all benefited from the exchange.

But Chaos was not empty.

It was violent.

As the fragments advanced, most vanished.

Some were devoured by hidden Chaos beasts.

Some were torn apart by energy storms.

Some simply... ceased to exist without explanation.

Chaos held dangers beyond rival creators.

Perhaps the creator of that apprentice-mage world had not fallen to another god at all.

Perhaps Chaos itself had swallowed him.

Fortunately, Rowan replenished fragments continuously.

Though most perished, a few carved out relatively stable paths.

One year passed.

Then—

One fragment found it.

A solitary world suspended in the vastness.

Rowan assessed it instantly.

"Single-universe structure. Moderate level. Stronger than the apprentice-mage world. Weaker than a standalone Fairy Tail-class world."

This fragment carried only a trace of Rowan’s soul.

But even that trace was sufficient to perceive the world’s essence.

He suppressed all energy.

Veiled his presence.

Erased his destiny’s imprint.

Then slipped inside.

There was no rush.

If the world’s creator proved reasonable, devouring it would be inappropriate. In that case, a fragment could still gather knowledge without wasting travel time.

And if consumption became necessary?

A single-universe world of this tier would take him minutes to absorb once he arrived personally.

There was also no guarantee this fragment’s origin point was the closest incarnation.

Another might lie only months away.

Better to map first.

Consume later.

The fragment drifted deeper into the newly discovered world.

A world of magic.

Of grimoires.

Of clover-emblazoned tomes.

A new stage awaited.

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