Chapter 413: There Is No Role for You in the Story of the New York War!

Deadpool can't be Thanos' opponent, Eric knows this very well, but he knows even more clearly that Thanos has decided not to allow Deadpool to die.

Letting Deadpool die means pushing Deadpool to the goddess of death. Isn't that giving Deadpool a chance to cheat on him? He won't do that!

So, throwing Deadpool to Thanos is safer than throwing him to the protection of the three rogue empires in the universe.

Of course, Eric didn't do this to let Thanos protect Deadpool, but to let him curse Deadpool.

With Thanos's strength, it is very difficult to curse someone to be immortal. It must cost a huge price, which will definitely delay a lot of time.

After Eric threw Deadpool into Thanos's spaceship, he directly opened the portal and planned to return to Earth.

Thanos has more than 700 spaceships, and only more than 200 are gathered here. It is not known where the Chitauri spaceships are hidden. It is difficult for the Earth to defend against such a huge invasion force. He must race against time to prepare.

However, the more anxious you are, the more likely it is that an accident will happen. Eric stepped into the portal and came out from the other side, but it was not the Earth, but a library.

"We meet again, Eric!" A familiar voice sounded behind him.

Eric's hair stood up immediately, and he turned around and stared at the man, "Loki!"

Yes, it's Loki! Future Loki!

Although they look exactly the same, Eric can tell at a glance that this is not the Loki of his universe, but the future Loki who sealed Bor!

Future Loki is still wearing his green robe, holding a thick book in his hand, smiling, "I have abandoned that name a long time ago. I would rather you call me the God of Stories!"

"God of Stories?" Eric was stunned, then turned around and looked around. He saw that the entire library was neatly arranged with bookshelves. Some of the bookshelves were full, some were only half full, and some were completely empty.

Super vision allows Eric to clearly see the title of each book.

"Iron Man"

"Thor"

"Ragnarok"

"The Avengers"

...

Eric felt a chill on his back from the eye-catching titles.

"Don't look at that bookshelf, that's not your universe." The God of Stories waved his hand, and Eric felt that the books in front of him became a little blurry, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes, but the more he wanted to see it carefully, the blurrier the handwriting on it became.

"Is that the history that happened?" Eric's throat was a little dry.

"No, it's a story." The God of Stories smiled mysteriously and stepped forward. He let go of the thick book in his hand, but it didn't fall to the ground, but floated in the air, following his footsteps closely.

Eric didn't understand why, and sensed the space gem, but found that the space gem had lost its original luster and turned into a useless stone.

"This is not my universe!" Eric immediately understood that he had left his original universe. As long as the Infinity Gems left his universe, they would become ordinary stones.

"The existence here is beyond your understanding. It is above the multiverse!" The God of Stories looked back at him with a slight smile on his lips.

Eric was stunned and blurted out, "Omniverse?"

"Oh? You know a lot!" The God of Stories shook his head in surprise, "Unfortunately, this is not the Omniverse, and the Omniverse is not a place, but a concept, a rule. How should I put it? According to your understanding, this place is higher than the multiverse, but lower than the Omniverse."

Eric nodded, not quite understanding, "Sir, why did you bring me here?"

"You ruined my story!" The God of Stories simply said one sentence, then kept silent and quickened his pace.

Eric had no choice but to follow closely, passing through the heavy bookshelves, and finally came to a wide hall.

The hall was very wide and beautifully decorated. In the center stood a huge crystal, which was crystal clear and constantly shining with brilliant light.

The God of Stories walked briskly, jumping like a child, ran to the crystal, gently stroked the crystal, and showed deep attachment on his face.

"This is..." Eric narrowed his eyes, always feeling that the crystal had a familiar smell, but he didn't dare to speculate.

The God of Stories glanced at him, waved his hand without explanation, hid the crystal, and then continued to move forward, coming to a place that looked like a living room.

"Sit down, tea or coffee?"

"Tea, thank you!" Eric sat opposite the God of Stories, and quickly calmed down. Anyway, he couldn't get out of this place, so he might as well follow his intentions and see what medicine he was selling in his gourd.

The God of Stories smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and gently stroked it, and a coffee table appeared out of thin air. There were two cups of clear tea on the coffee table, exuding a curling tea fragrance.

Eric smelled the tea fragrance, but was stunned for a while, "This tea..."

"I took it from your safe. It's a pity to give it to you, such a good thing." The God of Stories was not ashamed of stealing at all, but took a sip with relish, showing a look of enjoyment.

Eric smiled helplessly and drank a sip of tea, "Sir, when will you let me go back?"

"Go back?" The God of Stories glanced at him with some dissatisfaction, "Why, is my place not good? Here, you can see any parallel universe story!"

"A golden nest or a silver nest is not as good as your own doghouse. I think it is more comfortable to live in New York." Eric smiled slightly, but his tone was very firm.

The God of Stories sneered and waved his hand to call the thick book, "You destroyed my story, and you still want to leave?"

"What do you mean?" Eric narrowed his eyes and looked unfriendly.

"What? Want to fight? You are not my opponent!" The God of Stories snorted disdainfully, not even looking at him, "In every parallel universe, interesting stories are happening every moment. Every story is a complete storybook, which records everything in the universe until the end of the universe."

"The same is true for your universe. A brand new parallel universe is a brand new bookshelf!" The God of Stories suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled, and a row of brand new bookshelves appeared in front of Eric. There were very few books on the bookshelf, only a few scattered books, "I can ignore other stories, but my stories must follow my script!"

Eric immediately understood what the God of Stories meant.

He traveled through the universe and created this new parallel universe. This parallel universe is also constantly deviating from the original plot because of his existence. This seems to have touched some taboos of the God of Stories. What does he want to do now? Set things right?

"What do I want to do?" The God of Stories sneered, "You stay with me for the time being!"

"How long?"

The God of Stories did not give a direct answer, but suddenly smiled evilly, "There is no role for you in the story of the New York War!"