The mysterious Black man smiled modestly.
But his words were extraordinarily arrogant:
"Every action you take is already in my script.
At the instant I am attacked, I only need to make a slight adjustment to my position.
Like this—"
He lightly tapped the table.
The space around his body rippled almost imperceptibly.
"—and flicker into another possibility.
Essentially, it is as though I have unlimited chances to save and reload.
Under such circumstances, how could you possibly win?"
He looked around at everyone and slowly listed his many names:
"I have many names—Timekeepers, He Who Remains...
But you may be more familiar with another one—
—Conqueror Kang."
Then, like a patient professor, he began telling his story—
How he discovered the truth of the Multiverse;
How he used the Alioth he obtained by chance to end that world-destroying Multiverse war;
How he founded the Time Variance Authority and pruned excess timelines;
How he maintained the one Sacred Timeline to ensure reality's stability.
It was as if he were telling the story of a stranger.
There was a trace of weary detachment in his tone, as though everything was under his control.
Everyone was stunned by his words.
If everything truly lay within his script, did that not make him omniscient and omnipotent?
No wonder he had been so calm.
Yet a strange thought arose in Su Ming's heart:
He could write the script of fate...
But did not that Author, who stood above everything, possess the same ability?
This Conqueror Kang...
Between him and that mysterious Author, who was the true master?
Just then,
Deadpool suddenly jumped up,
Pointing at somewhere that did not exist.
He loudly mocked:
"What the hell! Author! Did you see that?
Someone is stealing your spotlight and plagiarizing your authority!
Can you stand for