Marvel : Godly Lottery System

"That was almost as intense as the fight I had with that jerk back in the day..." 

"But still, it doesn't compare—after all, neither of us went all out." 

The figure held a flower in his hand, one that seemed to cry like a person. He casually tossed it aside and walked across the academy's vast training field. 

By the time he traversed the empty campus and reached the building with the basement, he noticed the gaping hole in the wall, as if smashed open by a green giant. 

He smiled wryly. 

"Well, if I'd known there was such a huge shortcut here, I would've just crawled through." 

Without hesitation, he headed for the basement. Along the way, he spotted a toy left behind by a mutant child. 

Reaching for it, he hesitated for a moment and muttered, "Forget it. I hate toys." 

Then, turning around, he noticed an apple. Picking it up, he took a bite and laughed heartily. 

"Let's hope she won't mind my bad breath..." 

*Whoosh!* 

As soon as he said that, the figure flickered and vanished into thin air. 

The next moment, he reappeared in front of a group of Earth's heroes. 

Across from him stood Jean Grey, who froze momentarily at the sight of the man, her billowing hair suddenly settling. 

The man smiled faintly and, looking at the caged Jean Grey, spoke softly: 

"Hey, Little Phoenix, come with me!" 

"That depends... on whether you're capable of taking me." 

As the words left her mouth, Jean Grey's eyes turned crimson, then quickly darkened into a bottomless abyss. 

"Those who block my path... shall perish!" 

*Boom!* 

*Boom!* 

The tightly sealed cage exploded in an instant. 

In the blink of an eye, the Earth heroes behind the man collapsed, their eyes rolling back as they fell unconscious. 

The man remained standing, letting out a bitter laugh. He casually tossed the half-eaten apple in his hand toward the now-unleashed, black-eyed Jean Grey. 

"This is your doing... Don't worry, I'm pretty sure my breath isn't that bad." 

The apple traced a perfect arc through the air, breaking through the energy waves swirling around Jean Grey and landing softly on her forehead. 

*Smack!* 

"I... don't... want it!!!" 

A black vortex erupted from within Jean Grey, pouring into the bitten apple. 

Inside the fruit, a shadowy figure of a woman could be seen, endlessly twisting and turning, her silent cries filled with accusation. 

The man stood straight amidst the unconscious heroes, casually motioning to pull the fallen apple into his hand from afar. 

Glancing mischievously at the shadow within the apple, he looked up toward the sky and said: 

"Guess I should figure out the right time to deliver this to him." 

A ray of sunlight illuminated the man's face. If Zane were here, he might have recognized who this man was.

Some say the universe is like a giant nutshell. 

As for what lies beyond the shell, or how many more such shells exist, no one can say. 

In the Marvel universe, there exists an artifact shaped like a nut's kernel, called the M'Kraan Crystal. 

The M'Kraan Crystal originates from the first planetary core ever formed in all Marvel universes—a place where time and space hold no meaning. 

It governs the passageways connecting all parallel universes, serving as the convergence point of all matter and antimatter across every reality. 

If destroyed, the entire universe would collapse into a black hole. 

Thus, the M'Kraan Crystal is often referred to as the "Core of Reality." 

At this moment, within the nut-shaped M'Kraan Crystal, several silhouettes could be seen. 

Though the crystal appeared as a mere speck amidst the infinite cosmos, its interior revealed a boundless expanse. 

From the outside, the crystal resembled a radiant gem crowning the pinnacle of a towering spire. 

Within it, countless other "kernels" connected in an infinite network. 

If someone possessed an all-encompassing vision, they would see the M'Kraan Crystal as the trunk of a vast, lush cosmic tree. 

Its massive roots extended downward, while an unending array of branches stretched above. 

The branches were laden with innumerable, shimmering kernels that glowed like stars. 

Inside the crystal, a golden light streaked across the expanse and landed in the hand of a giant with three heads. 

The light transformed into a heavy, radiant tome: the *Judgment Book*—the very artifact Zane had been chasing, yet failed to obtain. 

The three-headed, golden giant holding the book was none other than its original owner—the Living Tribunal, the entity responsible for maintaining the balance and order of the Marvel Universe. 

In the center of the crystal's interior was a massive chair, upon which the Living Tribunal sat, opening the *Judgment Book.* 

A beam of light shot from the book, forming a screen in the void, projecting a scene. 

"Arishem is dead, and the *Judgment Book* was nearly depleted of energy, almost allowing that boy to catch it." 

The three heads of the Living Tribunal turned to survey the surroundings. Nearby, four faceless shadows sat in a circle. 

Meanwhile, at the base of the M'Kraan Crystal, a gigantic head pressed against the crystalline surface, its distorted features refracted grotesquely. 

On the countless facets of the crystal above, identical images of the same head were reflected. 

As the projected image from the golden *Judgment Book* faded, the book returned to its original form, resting in the Tribunal's massive hands. 

The Tribunal sat upright in the chair, raised its central head, and looked toward the top of the crystal, saying: 

"Let's hear your opinion first." 

Countless identical heads opened their mouths, speaking in unison: 

"He killed both Destruction and Tiamut?" 

"Yes," one of the Tribunal's heads replied. 

"Then I shall deal with him myself," said the head at the base of the crystal. "I also demand the final recorded image of Tiamut's demise." 

The Living Tribunal closed the *Judgment Book,* and from the page marked *Zane Sy—Guilty,* it plucked a beam of light and sent it toward the distorted head at the crystal's base. 

The light merged into the grotesque head. 

Then, the Tribunal fixed its piercing gaze on a faint shadow nearby and said gravely: 

"Death, it's your turn to express your opinion." 

The shadow slowly revealed itself, taking on the sinuous, alluring form of a woman with devilish curves. 

"Little Tribunal," she said with a sly smile, "the rest of us aren't your subordinates, so don't use that commanding tone with us."

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