A Scheme to Walk Right into a Trap

Dimension Demon Gods were all so intelligent they were almost monstrous.

So.

The instant that portal appeared, Dormammu connected everything. All the irrational circumstances surrounding Zarathos suddenly had a reasonable explanation.

Why had he not killed the superheroes?

Because this bastard's target had never been to devour the superheroes to recover himself. He had been using them as bait to draw out the Time Variance Authority that maintained the stability of the universe!

As for his purpose—it was very simple.

The most valuable thing about the Time Variance Authority was that only they could open a passage to the End of Time.

This was a secret few knew.

And once that secret was known, Zarathos's goal was not hard to guess.

"What is he going to the End of Time to find?"

Amid Dormammu's confusion.

Events in the material world were still unfolding. A rectangular "doorway," its edges so regular they were unsettling, radiating a soft yet cold pale-blue light, appeared out of thin air!

Inside the opening was not the sky of New York, nor any familiar sight.

Instead, it was a pure, flawless white space. Within it, precise geometric lines could be vaguely seen flowing, along with soft white light, filled with a certain unnatural yet absolute sense of "order."

"Bzzzt, bzzzt, bzzzt~"

The moment the rectangular doorway stabilized, a team of figures stepped out.

They all wore uniforms mainly of brownish tan, with simple vertical white stripes. The style was retro and rigid, as if they came from some ancient institution of strict discipline.

These people were agents of the Time Variance Authority.

They held strangely shaped white metal scepters or sleek rifles that looked like products of some highly advanced civilization. Their faces were expressionless, their gazes sharp as hawks, their movements orderly and uniform, without