Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods

Chapter 237 Transactions and Waste Paper

Between the various dimensions, shadows representing the will of the supreme dimensional lords appeared, and the chaotic and disordered dimensional gaps were now deathly silent, with everything brought to a standstill.

Looking up, it seemed as if all was silent.

As their voices faded, the masters of the various smaller dimensions who had been forced to stop around them were now filled with doubt and uncertainty as they watched this scene. Their thoughts began to diverge, and various possibilities flickered in their minds.

They had hoped to use this opportunity to escape from here, to escape the greedy clutches of that strange god named Odin and the chilling gaze that seemed to want to devour them.

However, no matter how they tried, it was all in vain. They fell into a state of stillness along with the dust in the gaps, unable to make any sound, only their thoughts were slowly running.

Before these powerful dimensional lords, I, also a dimensional lord, am no different from a tiny speck of dust.

Under their gaze, the shadow named Odin did not fall silent like them. He slowly moved, transforming into a human figure clad in golden armor, and sat behind the white eight-legged behemoth.

Facing these top dimensional lords who now hold sway in the multiverse, he maintained a calm and composed demeanor, though he appeared confused.

"I never expected that I would attract the attention of so many dimensional lords."

Longbo looked around, taking in the appearances and postures of each dimensional lord, and was filled with emotion.

These people are basically the top dimensional lords in the entire multiverse.

Apart from the Trinity of Vishanti, almost all the prominent dimensional lords are here.

Each individual's appearance is enough to cause a tremendous event in a universe, requiring a team of heroes from all walks of life to work together and risk their lives to fill the gaps.

Usually, if two such characters appear at once, it's either a hellish dungeon or these two beings are fighting because of a conflict.

Such an event, where top-tier dimensional lords suddenly appear all at once, seems to have never happened before.

After all, gathering all these guys together at once is a multiverse-level challenge.

Gather them together, and these guys stand quietly together, not giving way for more than three seconds; it would be difficult for them to get things done on their own.

But now, Longbo has seen them all appear, yet they haven't started fighting yet, which makes Longbo realize that his own appeal seems to be quite strong.

The will of Mephisto, the ruler of the Hell dimension, has now taken the form of a man of medium build, wearing a black suit, with red skin and horns.

With a smile on his face, he displayed an extremely elegant demeanor despite being a devil: "I didn't expect you to arrive at this moment."

"If I had known this beforehand, my conversation with Odin might have lasted longer."

Clearly, Mephisto knew Odin and had spoken with him at some unknown time.

After a moment's thought, Lunapoleon quickly realized that it was a chance encounter thousands of years ago during the conquest of Earth. Mephisto and Odin had exchanged words, but it was brief and was interrupted by the Sorcerer Supreme of Kamar-Taj.

"So, you're the one chosen to speak with me? What do you want to know?"

Upon hearing this, Mephisto's smile remained unchanged, reminding Longbo of Mefilas. He smiled calmly, raised his hands slightly, and began his awkward, commercial flattery.

"Truly worthy of being called the great God-King, he saw through our intentions at a glance."

Faced with Mephisto's commercial flattery, Longbo felt more and more that he and these dimensional lords coming to see him were definitely not here for anything good.

Let's get down to business.

Longbo got straight to the point and began to think things through, constantly adjusting his plans and preparing for the worst.

He had a vague premonition that his Marvel journey was about to end.

Mephisto raised an eyebrow, his gaze meaningful.

Behind Him, the dimensional lords, though silent, were constantly observing Longbo.

Although he has now regained a human-like form, he remains one of the top power holders.

They could still see that the power contained within Longbo was chaotic and evil, containing an astonishing essence that could corrupt many living beings.

These alone wouldn't be enough to warrant their entire presence, since there are plenty of individuals among them with similar abilities.

What truly interested them was the essence and laws surrounding Lombard that did not belong to the entire multiverse.

Although this force, which does not belong to the multiverse, is well hidden, it is impossible for it to escape their notice.

It is no secret that many projections of Outer Gods exist in the multiverse, but this is the first time that the will of an Outer God has actually descended upon this multiverse.

Therefore, Odin's arrival attracted the attention, prying eyes, and curious gazes of these dimensional lords; if they could, they wouldn't mind leaving.

"Since the King of Gods has said so, then let's not exchange any more pleasantries." Mephisto remained impeccably composed. "Odin, your current power is insufficient to meet your needs, therefore you require the assistance of power from various dimensions to restore your power to a level as close as possible to your original form, right?"

"We feel this is too slow, so we can offer a little help with your strength recovery."

"We only need to sign a small contract to help you recover quickly." Mephisto raised his hand slightly, his fingertips together, and smiled.

"Help?" Longbo seemed to understand something upon hearing this. His gaze swept over the silent dimensional lords around him, and he found it somewhat amusing.

"You guys?" Longbo couldn't help but smile and asked again to confirm.

Given the reputation of this group of people, it's clear they're motivated by self-interest to offer help to others.

Take, for example, those Ghost Riders who signed contracts with Mephisto; every single one of them is thinking about how to kill him.

Take Dormammu of the Dark Dimension, for example. He is very generous, lending his power to various mages and believers at will, but his real purpose is to use their planets as snacks.

If it weren't for that group of notorious deadbeats from the ancient region of Kamar-Taj, Earth would probably have become His snack long ago.

"certainly."

Before Mephisto could answer, Dormammu's ever-changing form emerged from the shadows, his star-like eyes casting a gaze.

"Each of us in each dimension can give you a little bit of power, allowing you to quickly regain your original strength."

"I believe you also know from Odin's memories that we have been doing this for many years, lending our power to mages in the multiverse."

Longbo's eyes subtly shifted as he thought to himself, "It seems they have no idea how terrible their reputation is in this multiverse—"

Indeed, as they said, they lent out much of their power.

But they never spoke of what would happen to those who borrowed their power.

Longbo gazed thoughtfully at the dimensional lord before him, not in a hurry to answer. He gently raised his hand, and his palm, no different in size from a human's, crossed a vast spatial scale, crushing a dimensional lord who had been frozen in the distance with a single hand, and strands of energy flowed into his palm.

Many top dimensional lords merely glanced at this and had no intention of interfering.

But in the eyes of those minor dimensional lords, the palm, which appeared to be no different in size from that of an ordinary person, was like a pitch-black galaxy pressing down on them, and they, who were in a stagnant state, were powerless to resist.

They could only watch helplessly as one by one their peers was crushed, and all that remained was devoured by Longbo, making them feel a sense of shared sorrow.

After all the prey had been devoured, Longbo felt his power increase again, and then looked at Mephisto who was waiting quietly.

"So, what is the price?" Longbo did not intend to refuse, and he certainly knew that accepting the help of the Dimensional Lord would come at a price.

As these words fell, the eyes of the dimensional lords finally changed. If they were willing to talk, then everything would be fine. What they feared was that the Outer God would silently end his own life.

If that's the case, they really can't do anything about this Outer God, since what's here is only a part of the Outer God's will; His true form is outside the multiverse.

"Just tell us how to leave this multiverse and go beyond it."

"Of course, you can also take some of our forces with you; we don't mind." Mephisto spoke quite sincerely, openly revealing his emotions so that Longbo could sense them.

Even Dormammu felt the same way; he even thought to himself that he had never been so sincere in a transaction before.

All the top dimensional lords now focused their gaze on Longbo, awaiting his answer.

As the highest-level dimensional lords, their power touches every parallel universe. Although they are not the strongest in terms of power, they are still powerful enough to flatten multiple universes.

Although new universes, dimensions, and timelines are born every day in the multiverse, the multiverse is constantly expanding.

But for those who have existed since time immemorial, this seems monotonous and lacks any sense of novelty.

But even the strongest among them had no way to leave; they could only continue their game day after day, year after year.

The arrival of this Outer God has given them hope of leaving this place, but since He is not the true form, they cannot coerce Him by force and have no choice but to make a deal.

At this moment, Longbo could clearly feel the sincerity of these dimensional lords, and that they were sincerely proposing this deal.

They probably had never been so sincere in their lives; they just wanted to make a deal with Longbo and go out to see the world.

Of course, if the deal is reached and they get the method or are allowed to leave, whether they will turn against each other is another matter entirely.

If we let them out, they would be like mad dogs unleashed, capable of causing all sorts of chaos. Even the minds of the Golden Ship could predict what they might do.

only--

Longbo still intends to agree to their deal. Once the power is in his hands and has been digested, whether or not he takes the sleeves with him is up to him.

Once you have the power in your hands, would you really give it back to them? Of course not.

Meeting the gazes of the many dimensional lords, Longbo chuckled and nodded: "Alright, I can take a portion of your consciousness out with me."

Since there are already so many deadbeats in Marvel who borrow power and don't repay it, I'm sure one more won't make a difference. Maybe we can get used to having one more deadbeat.

Even if we did manage to bring them out, what difference would it make? They have no idea what's going on in the outside world anyway.

Leaving a portion of their consciousness with the King of Ultra is considered taking it out, or leaving it in front of Noah is also considered taking it out; this cannot be considered a violation of the agreement.

Longbo pondered that with only a portion of their consciousness, they couldn't possibly cause any real upheaval. Take, for example, the portion of consciousness belonging to the King of Space; it had now restrained its unrestrained nature and was behaving obediently.

Well, Longbo pondered, He had never said He would bring their consciousness back.

Why not take advantage of a good deal? It also saves you time and makes your reliance on Infinity Stones less important.

As Longbo's voice faded, the dimensional lords exchanged glances, temporarily forgetting their past conflicts.

Mephisto's smile deepened, and he clapped his hands lightly. A contract engraved with intricate patterns appeared and slowly floated toward Longbo.

Longbo picked it up, scrutinized it closely, and his expression turned to surprise: "They didn't tamper with it?"

The contract was extremely concise, with no superfluous words, focusing entirely on the transaction between the two parties. The patterns were real, not disguised fonts, and there were no hidden words in the blank spaces.

It is clearly a contract that has not been tampered with.

Longbo found this quite strange.

Moreover, the binding force of this contract is so-so; it can only barely restrain its own projection and cannot break through the barrier of the multiverse.

A useless piece of waste paper.

This is Longbo's assessment.

Mephisto smiled and explained, "Of course we didn't tamper with anything. After all, it comes down to the spirit of the contract between both parties, doesn't it?"

Mephisto was also making a contract without any unnecessary steps for the first time, and he knew that it had no binding force whatsoever. He thought that being sincere might awaken the spirit of contract in this Outer God.

For them, this was an experiment. After all, lending Longbo power wouldn't harm their essence, so success would be a pure gain.

Seeing this, Longbo directly signed the name "Odin" in runes, and then threw the piece of paper back.

With the deal finalized, the dimensional lords drew massive amounts of energy from their respective dimensions.

As one of the most powerful dimensional lords, Cytorak was exceptionally generous with the crimson energy he bestowed. Gazing at Longbo, he whispered, "I hope we can cooperate again—"

Faced with this enormous energy, Longbo naturally accepted it without hesitation, absorbing the power of various dimensions and transforming it into his own.

In just a moment, Longbo's body gained power at the level of someone who had recently ascended to godhood; even the power of his projection was enough to rival the entire universe.

"This level—is enough." Longbo gently opened his palm, feeling the power, and murmured to himself.

"We have given you the power you need. We hope you will keep your promise." The dimensional lord phantoms surrounding Longbo collapsed and shrank, turning into tiny specks of light that flew into Longbo's palm.

Longbo calmly gathered their wills and casually created a space to stuff them inside.

Having done all this, Longbo slowly turned his gaze to the void of the real universe, trying to spot the bald man. Next, he planned to beat up the peeping bald man first, then do other things, and go back when he was done playing around—

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