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But all this has such meaning in relation to life.

For the countless flowers in the garden, the gardener is responsible for taking care of them. The gardener will sprinkle the seeds of life, carefully care for the flowers that are born, and sprinkle them with water and fertilizer.

On the other hand, the winnower will cut off the wildly squeezed branches for the flowers, change the soil quality, and change the environment in the garden.

For flowers in the garden, there is no doubt that the former represents justice and the latter evil.

A gardener can only create flowers, breed flowers, and cultivate flowers. Although what the winnower does cannot be called malicious, he is indeed using everything at hand to 'assess' all the flowers in the garden.

Those flowers that do not adapt to the changes brought about by the winnowing people will destroy themselves. The winnowing people will even restrict the gardeners from giving them nutrients to ensure that in the end all the flowers in the garden will compete for nutrients to determine the final winner. .

They represent the dualism of the universe. The white of the gardener represents the birth and reproduction of matter, while the black of the winnower represents the annihilation and death of matter.

Such story-like theories form the basis of this universe.

But all this changed with the fate of the gardener.

The gardener, who was not supposed to be involved in the game of life, and the gods derived from his will became the masters of the creation of countless civilizations in the universe.

It began to intentionally affect the creatures in the universe, providing more nutrients and providing a better environment for more flowers.

All this is just to get a flower that is different from the one that is always the winner in the past.

The winnowing man could not tolerate such behavior, so he also entered the new garden.

He has brought assessments and tests to those civilizations that have been changed by the gods. Therefore, every civilization that has been interfered by the gods will always suffer far greater tests than other normal civilizations.

But in this game, the winnowers do not have the upper hand.

The gardener's continuous creation of civilization occupies an absolute advantage in this positive universe, and everything created will have more advantages in the garden of creation.

The winnower, who represents the essence of plunder and the environment, cannot gain an advantage in the universe.

His home court is the nothingness after the annihilation of all things. What he brings is only the process of change, but he cannot intervene at the source of change.

Thus, the winnowers spread dark teachings into the positive universe.

He tainted some of the Dark Celestials, plunging the Celestials into chaos, and in his never-ending game of crafting destiny, eventually created two races of darkness that completely succumbed to the winnowing people.

Swarm, and Necron.

They are the foundation and the flower that always wins - the two flowers on which humanity evolved.

They also succeeded in meeting the expectations of the Yanggu people and completely shattered the light represented by the gardener.

The swarm of insects, who were well versed in the laws of the evil sword and understood the dark truth of the Yanggu people, annihilated the countless powerful civilizations in the universe that had been transformed and created by the gardeners at the end of the universe.

The cold and crazy Necrons almost wiped out the gardener's helpers, the group of gods in this universe.

Although in the process, the vengeful Necron also removed the envoys of the Yanggu people.

But so what?

For the winnower, as long as the universe returns to its ruthless right path, as long as the game of the garden is put back on track, it is his victory.

This universe does not need the existence of those creator gods.

The only thing that determines the truth of the universe is adaptation.

Stark closed his eyes, the story of the gardener and the winnower echoing in his mind.

Like an apocalypse, or like the inheritance of some ancient memory, Ultron has obtained these ancient secret stories about the beginning of creation, and he firmly believes in them.

Because now, he holds such power.

The slightly radiating soul gem is filled with a shining pale white aura. As it spreads, the mixed air turns into a shining mist.

This is light energy, the power of the gardener.

If the Yanggu people's source dark represents the assessment of life, represents plunder, and represents death. So what light energy represents is undoubtedly its opposite power.

The gardener's light energy represents the creation of life, giving, and birth.

This is existence, it is life, it is the source of power at the beginning of the incomparable divine birth.

And such great power is now being transmitted through the infinite gems in his hands...

Where did it come from? Could it be that the so-called "Gardener" created the Infinity Stones in this universe?

The answer to this question is actually meaningless. Whether the gem is a remnant from the Big Bang or a fragment of a supreme being, its name is meaningless.

All Stark knew was that through the Mind Stone, he had access to this power.

Put the gem to your ear and you can hear the soft singing coming from the crystal.

"Tony, I brought someone here."

Pepper came up behind Stark with Clint looking confused and shocked, and the last moment, Hawkeye clearly remembered that he was standing in Times Square.

"I understand, Pepper. Remember to help me supervise Morgan's studies. She hasn't handed in her homework yesterday."

Stark said very casually, his hands were tinkering with a mechanical structure like a Rubik's Cube, but the technology and the light energy overflowing from his hands made it all look very fantastic.

"Look, do you like this style?"

Injecting the last light energy, Stark held up what he had created. After a burst of rhythmic rotation, the Rubik's Cube-like thing turned into a structure suspended in the air.

"Are you my guardian?"

She rotated around Hawkeye and asked in a clear and curious female voice, but Hawkeye's eyes were always confused.

"What is all this going on? Is it an illusion of nothingness? Or..."

"Everything here is real, Clint."

Tony interrupted Clint. He looked at Hawkeye in front of him and said softly:

"I sent the signal to Nick. Since he sent you here, he must not be able to hold on anymore."

"But before that, to dispel your doubts and curiosity, Clint, let me tell the story from the beginning."

…

cold, shaking

When life flows back to the moment when everything comes from nothing, the last sense of returning to this blessed body brings only endless coldness and trembling.

As a corpse, Tony Stark raised his upper body in confusion. He looked at his unharmed hands, his expression falling into a long hesitation.

He is resurrected.

It's just that it's not so much Tony Stark who appears here as Ultron...

Putting your soul back into this body is also risky, let alone such a big event as using your body.

However, considering the extreme situation, Ultron still prepared a backup plan for his resurrection.

But now, it seems that this backhand has worked...

"Smart, how much time has passed since the moment I 'died'?"

Tony asked in a deep voice to the small drone hovering around him.

This is the back-up he prepared for himself, a special technology that is completely different from undead and human technology and utilizes the powerful power of 'light energy'.

To be honest, even Ultron actually has a very low understanding of this power.

He only knew that it was a force that could drive away the darkness of the insect swarm and then bring the dead back to life to a certain extent.

It can give matter life and even unimaginable intelligence.

Wherever the light shines, wounds and illnesses will be affected by a powerful light, covering them and eventually being driven away.

Even Ultron knows nothing more than this.

Tony Stark, the kind person who controlled this body, died of self-guilt before he could even study it further.

So for Ultron, this is just one of the most efficient back-up tools.

Now that he has played a role, there is no need to follow up on other plans.

"Based on the time of your last death, approximately forty-three days and twenty-one hours have passed, Guardian."

Witness surrounded Stark's body and said in a cheerful voice

"So it happened... forget it, I understand."

Stark shook his head, and part of the memory linked to another Ultron had been transmitted after he woke up.

He remembered everything that happened clearly.

The invading demons and the oncoming omnic army smashed the surface to pieces in just one month of fighting.

Ninety percent of the land was replaced by horrific nuclear radiation and evil energy pollution. Even if the demons retreated, those infected radioactive evil energy creatures still occupied the surface and wandered around.

The entire world has become little better than a radioactive wasteland.

But...why does his body still stay here relatively intact under such circumstances?

Stark was in a trance, as if someone protected his body under some circumstances...

No, not just his body, but...

Stark looked to the side with a complicated expression. Lying there was a well-preserved but extremely cold corpse.

Pepper's body.

There she was, lying quietly without any scars on her body, but her life was taken away.

Was it suicide or homicide? This answer doesn't seem to make much sense.

Stark gently stroked her cheek and whispered to Jiji next to him.

"Can you save her? Clever."

"A guardian can only have one wit." It replied

"The light energy we have can only resurrect one person, but... you can create a second wit."

"Then you can seize the soul from the hands of 'Death'?" Stark raised his head and asked softly

"I can't understand what you think of 'death'." Smart and honest reply

"My data and memories were born based on your soul. I only know that light energy has the power to recreate life, that's all."

Stark was silent for a moment, his palms trembling a little, but he still steadied himself.

He is actually very afraid that he is false. He is afraid that he is just a person who cleverly uses light energy to copy and recreate.

This fear even went beyond the fact that he knew that he was actually Stark at that time, and even exceeded the fact that he knew that he was in a terrifying chain of fate.

Because he knows very well what a solid iron law death is in this world. The destination of souls is not heaven and hell. They will eventually belong to death.

Can the light energy of the 'Gardener' win the soul's home from that mysterious and great god? Stark doesn't know, really doesn't know...

But perhaps there is only one thing that can prove it all.

"……let's go."

Stark picked up Pepper's body and walked silently into the depths of the fog.

331. Clever

"I returned to Manhattan Island, and luckily, I got back the Mind Stone I had hidden here."

Stark fiddled with the pale golden gemstone in his hand and said softly

"My soul is special, contaminated by the torrent of fate and time. This gem will work for a soul like mine... At least on this level, I have proven that I am a real living person. "

"Actually, Clint, you are the same way."

Stark stared at Hawkeye quietly. Although he didn't say anything, the memories that flooded him at that moment still made Hawkeye's eyes full of fear in confusion.

He seemed to recall many memories at once.

Why does he believe that his wife and daughter are still in Manhattan, which is already a dead place?

Why was he the only one to survive and come out of this horrible place alive?

Even if he is a person who can survive endless harsh environments, can his wife and daughter...

Hawkeye took half a step back in fear. He looked at Stark, but Stark's indifferent eyes confirmed this terrible fact!

Among the countless surging memories, all the warm scenes with his wife and daughter over the past year have turned into illusions. Everything you experience and everything you say is ‘nothing’!

“There’s no way—they, they can’t be fake!!!”

The influx of madness destroyed Hawkeye's sanity like a wave. He grabbed Stark's collar and roared.