American Comics: Multiverse of Madness

359. The Crossroads of History.

As the Flash returned to the past, history's flow diverged, creating a new path.

At this moment, the wheels of history rolled forward, splintering from the past and rapidly affecting the entire Apokolips War universe before anyone had time to react.

In Alex's eyes, the white light hadn't erased everything, but he could feel that Barry Allen had succeeded—he had changed history, creating a new "Flashpoint."

It was as if he'd diverted the flow of a river, creating a fresh timeline where the story would continue along the Justice League narrative.

In that timeline, none of the catastrophic events would occur; there would be no Alex, no Galactus, and no one but Barry Allen himself would remember the apocalyptic events that had transpired here.

As Constantine had mentioned earlier, Barry Allen hadn't really changed this world; he had simply created a new parallel universe. But now, this universe—where Galactus, Darkseid, and Trigon waged war—was already vanishing into the vast multiverse.

Aside from a select few, no one would be able to witness what had happened here.

"Now, it's time to shut the door and let them sort themselves out," Alex muttered, exhaling deeply as he floated in the rift between the two universes.

"Master, your plans are always so far-reaching and flawless," chimed Miss Minutes, who suddenly appeared, landing on Alex's shoulder with a grin.

"It's not as grand as you make it sound. I got lucky this time. Besides, without Constantine, I wouldn't have pulled off this feat," Alex replied, unwilling to take credit, aware of his limitations.

Through his encounter with Darkseid, Alex realized he wasn't as powerful as he once thought. Bullies on the wastelands he could handle, but against true powerhouses, he was out of his depth. This could be seen with Constantine, too. Although he often managed to turn the tables and produce miraculous feats through magic, going head-to-head with Darkseid in a real fight was beyond him.

"Let's close the door. Next, we'll need to think about how to separate the two universes so they can each go their own way," Alex said solemnly, gazing at the two worlds.

"Alright, total energy usage is at 30%. Continue?" Miss Minutes asked.

"Continue."

Though it used a fair amount of energy, sealing such a large breach with only half his reserves felt worthwhile. Yet Alex understood that sealing the reality barrier between the universes was only a temporary measure. The risk of the two universes colliding still loomed.

Moreover, the two universes were so close that even a minor error could result in a "crossing incident"—the reason why Black Canary and Jason had ended up here upon their deaths.

It would be manageable if it were just ordinary people, but if Galactus, Darkseid, or one of Trigon were to break through the cosmic barrier and re-enter this universe, the consequences would be disastrous.

Alex stood silently, his eyes unfocused, his thoughts adrift as he gazed into the multiversal cosmos.

Amidst the chaos, a faint glimmer appeared.

Alex's thoughts stirred, reaching out towards the light. Soon, a galaxy woven from countless silken threads appeared in Alex's "sight." It was a vast time flow composed of countless timelines.

Countless threads intertwined like branches, forming a colossal tree-like structure. At the point where Alex observed, he sensed a potent energy radiating.

Excitement welled up within Alex.

He remembered this "World Tree"—the one he and Pietro had first seen when they crossed dimensions. But Alex noticed some differences. Most notably, the tree-like time flow now looked even more like an actual "tree."

Green energy pulsed through each branch, supplying each timeline with immense energy, as if an indescribable entity were binding, weaving, and controlling these timelines. From a distance, the starlit galactic filaments truly resembled a towering, thriving tree.

After a pause, Alex attempted to approach the tree for a clearer view. However, something strange happened.

No matter how Alex adjusted, the tree-like multiverse maintained a constant distance from him.

When he moved closer, it retreated. When he stepped back, it stayed still.

"Well played," Alex muttered, struggling to hold back a grin. Though not certain, he had a strong guess about the identity of this World Tree.

"Loki, just you wait," he thought.

In the boundless multiverse, accessible timelines were few, especially those splitting into distinct, independent streams.

One that left a deep impression on Alex was, without doubt, the god-ascending path of Loki.

In the Marvel Earth-199999 universe (the Marvel Cinematic Universe), Loki had shattered the constraints of the Sacred Timeline, achieving transcendence and forsaking everything to bind himself to the multiverse.

He had replaced the He Who Remains, becoming the new overseer of the multiverse and the heart of the World Tree, trading his existence for everyone's freedom.

Why that guy wouldn't let him approach was still a mystery.

Reining in his thoughts, Alex refocused on the two timelines in front of him.

Although he had only glanced from afar, that World Tree of the multiverse had indeed sparked some inspiration for Alex.

"Hey."

After a moment of silence, Alex couldn't help but speak up.

"Remind me again—what are the conditions to establish a Sacred Timeline?"

Upon hearing this, Miss Minutes, who was sealing the reality rift, brightened immediately, her joy almost overflowing. Alex had never seen her so happy. It was as if Miss Minutes had been created just for this very moment.

"Master, are you really considering creating a Sacred Timeline?" she asked, barely daring to believe, worried he might be joking.

"I'm just considering it."

Alex shook his head, trying to temper her excitement.

"Calm down, will you?"

In truth, since Miss Minutes had casually suggested establishing a Sacred Timeline, the idea had lingered in Alex's mind.

Alex hadn't forgotten his goal: if he could carve out his own timeline, he would gain control over everything within that universe.

At that point, Pietro, Kara, and the others could live peacefully without fearing unexpected calamities or disasters. But at the time, it had been just an idea.

Now, as he looked at the precarious state of the two universes, the thought resurfaced more strongly than ever.

If he could gain total control over the Wasteland Universe, securing it as his own domain, he would have a stable source of power and never worry about running low on magic or energy. Moreover, he could separate this timeline from the Apokolips War universe, allowing it to exist independently like other universes in the multiverse.

With this thought, Alex felt that the feasibility of his plan was high.

"Master, establishing a Sacred Timeline is no simple task. You must find a suitable universe to stabilize the time flow," Miss Minutes cautioned.

She glanced at the timepad before continuing.

"Of course, you don't need to worry about this part. The archive code for the Wasteland Universe shows it's perfect for this, given that its timeline has already been fixed—everyone knows this."

"I understand that already. But what else do I need?"

Alex asked.

"You'll also need a structure to monitor the entire timeline, something that can serve as the TVA (Time Variance Authority) headquarters. Of course, if you don't like the name, you can change it, but the building is essential."

"A building…"

Alex frowned. Although he knew what the TVA looked like, he had no idea how to create such a place.

"Explain in detail."

"The building needs to exist outside of the timeline. This is to ensure it can better monitor the timeline's stability. Additionally, it must be exceptionally durable and resilient to withstand the radiation from temporal entropy," Miss Minutes explained carefully.

"Most importantly, it must have its own strong power source to stabilize the timepad, preventing it from being destroyed."

"A structure existing outside the timeline, durable, resilient, with self-repair capabilities, and powerful enough to stabilize the timepad..."

A thought struck Alex, and in an instant, a massive library-like structure appeared behind him, hovering outside the timeline.

"How about Constantine's House of Mystery?"

The sudden appearance of the House of Mystery startled Miss Minutes, but she was soon captivated by the building. She examined the ancient structure carefully and nodded in approval.

"Perfect, absolutely perfect! It's just like The Citadel!"

"If by 'The Citadel' you mean the Hogwarts-esque castle Constantine lives in, then I'll say no more."

"But… is this building big enough?" Miss Minutes asked curiously.

Alex thought for a moment and replied. "Don't worry; the House of Mystery is a mystical dimension. Its interior is far larger than it appears. As long as there's sufficient energy, it can keep expanding indefinitely."

"Really? That's amazing! Our biggest problem is solved. Now, we just need a timeline pruning device, but that's a tricky one," Miss Minutes said, resting her chin in her hand, looking troubled.

"The archive doesn't contain any records on how to build a timeline pruning device. Without it, the timeline will continue to proliferate, eventually leading to a multiversal clash."

"A timeline pruning device, huh?"

"Yes, it's essential, but I can't think of anything that could replace it."

Alex licked his dry lips and quietly took out a lighter-like device from his pocket.

"How about using this?"

Miss Minutes turned to look and saw what Alex was holding.

It was none other than the Wasteland Universe's most powerful artifact—the Ultimate Eraser.

.....

📢30 advanced chapters on p@treaon📢
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360. Candidates for the Timeline Regulatory Organization.
361. Wasteland's Survival After Catastrophe.
362. Random Teleportation!
363. The Bald Man.
364. The Watcher's 'Intervention’

As the Flash returned to the past, history's flow diverged, creating a new path.

At this moment, the wheels of history rolled forward, splintering from the past and rapidly affecting the entire Apokolips War universe before anyone had time to react.

In Alex's eyes, the white light hadn't erased everything, but he could feel that Barry Allen had succeeded—he had changed history, creating a new "Flashpoint."

It was as if he'd diverted the flow of a river, creating a fresh timeline where the story would continue along the Justice League narrative.

In that timeline, none of the catastrophic events would occur; there would be no Alex, no Galactus, and no one but Barry Allen himself would remember the apocalyptic events that had transpired here.

As Constantine had mentioned earlier, Barry Allen hadn't really changed this world; he had simply created a new parallel universe. But now, this universe—where Galactus, Darkseid, and Trigon waged war—was already vanishing into the vast multiverse.

Aside from a select few, no one would be able to witness what had happened here.

"Now, it's time to shut the door and let them sort themselves out," Alex muttered, exhaling deeply as he floated in the rift between the two universes.

"Master, your plans are always so far-reaching and flawless," chimed Miss Minutes, who suddenly appeared, landing on Alex's shoulder with a grin.

"It's not as grand as you make it sound. I got lucky this time. Besides, without Constantine, I wouldn't have pulled off this feat," Alex replied, unwilling to take credit, aware of his limitations.

Through his encounter with Darkseid, Alex realized he wasn't as powerful as he once thought. Bullies on the wastelands he could handle, but against true powerhouses, he was out of his depth. This could be seen with Constantine, too. Although he often managed to turn the tables and produce miraculous feats through magic, going head-to-head with Darkseid in a real fight was beyond him.

"Let's close the door. Next, we'll need to think about how to separate the two universes so they can each go their own way," Alex said solemnly, gazing at the two worlds.

"Alright, total energy usage is at 30%. Continue?" Miss Minutes asked.

"Continue."

Though it used a fair amount of energy, sealing such a large breach with only half his reserves felt worthwhile. Yet Alex understood that sealing the reality barrier between the universes was only a temporary measure. The risk of the two universes colliding still loomed.

Moreover, the two universes were so close that even a minor error could result in a "crossing incident"—the reason why Black Canary and Jason had ended up here upon their deaths.

It would be manageable if it were just ordinary people, but if Galactus, Darkseid, or one of Trigon were to break through the cosmic barrier and re-enter this universe, the consequences would be disastrous.

Alex stood silently, his eyes unfocused, his thoughts adrift as he gazed into the multiversal cosmos.

Amidst the chaos, a faint glimmer appeared.

Alex's thoughts stirred, reaching out towards the light. Soon, a galaxy woven from countless silken threads appeared in Alex's "sight." It was a vast time flow composed of countless timelines.

Countless threads intertwined like branches, forming a colossal tree-like structure. At the point where Alex observed, he sensed a potent energy radiating.

Excitement welled up within Alex.

He remembered this "World Tree"—the one he and Pietro had first seen when they crossed dimensions. But Alex noticed some differences. Most notably, the tree-like time flow now looked even more like an actual "tree."

Green energy pulsed through each branch, supplying each timeline with immense energy, as if an indescribable entity were binding, weaving, and controlling these timelines. From a distance, the starlit galactic filaments truly resembled a towering, thriving tree.

After a pause, Alex attempted to approach the tree for a clearer view. However, something strange happened.

No matter how Alex adjusted, the tree-like multiverse maintained a constant distance from him.

When he moved closer, it retreated. When he stepped back, it stayed still.

"Well played," Alex muttered, struggling to hold back a grin. Though not certain, he had a strong guess about the identity of this World Tree.

"Loki, just you wait," he thought.

In the boundless multiverse, accessible timelines were few, especially those splitting into distinct, independent streams.

One that left a deep impression on Alex was, without doubt, the god-ascending path of Loki.

In the Marvel Earth-199999 universe (the Marvel Cinematic Universe), Loki had shattered the constraints of the Sacred Timeline, achieving transcendence and forsaking everything to bind himself to the multiverse.

He had replaced the He Who Remains, becoming the new overseer of the multiverse and the heart of the World Tree, trading his existence for everyone's freedom.

Why that guy wouldn't let him approach was still a mystery.

Reining in his thoughts, Alex refocused on the two timelines in front of him.

Although he had only glanced from afar, that World Tree of the multiverse had indeed sparked some inspiration for Alex.

"Hey."

After a moment of silence, Alex couldn't help but speak up.

"Remind me again—what are the conditions to establish a Sacred Timeline?"

Upon hearing this, Miss Minutes, who was sealing the reality rift, brightened immediately, her joy almost overflowing. Alex had never seen her so happy. It was as if Miss Minutes had been created just for this very moment.

"Master, are you really considering creating a Sacred Timeline?" she asked, barely daring to believe, worried he might be joking.

"I'm just considering it."

Alex shook his head, trying to temper her excitement.

"Calm down, will you?"

In truth, since Miss Minutes had casually suggested establishing a Sacred Timeline, the idea had lingered in Alex's mind.

Alex hadn't forgotten his goal: if he could carve out his own timeline, he would gain control over everything within that universe.

At that point, Pietro, Kara, and the others could live peacefully without fearing unexpected calamities or disasters. But at the time, it had been just an idea.

Now, as he looked at the precarious state of the two universes, the thought resurfaced more strongly than ever.

If he could gain total control over the Wasteland Universe, securing it as his own domain, he would have a stable source of power and never worry about running low on magic or energy. Moreover, he could separate this timeline from the Apokolips War universe, allowing it to exist independently like other universes in the multiverse.

With this thought, Alex felt that the feasibility of his plan was high.

"Master, establishing a Sacred Timeline is no simple task. You must find a suitable universe to stabilize the time flow," Miss Minutes cautioned.

She glanced at the timepad before continuing.

"Of course, you don't need to worry about this part. The archive code for the Wasteland Universe shows it's perfect for this, given that its timeline has already been fixed—everyone knows this."

"I understand that already. But what else do I need?"

Alex asked.

"You'll also need a structure to monitor the entire timeline, something that can serve as the TVA (Time Variance Authority) headquarters. Of course, if you don't like the name, you can change it, but the building is essential."

"A building…"

Alex frowned. Although he knew what the TVA looked like, he had no idea how to create such a place.

"Explain in detail."

"The building needs to exist outside of the timeline. This is to ensure it can better monitor the timeline's stability. Additionally, it must be exceptionally durable and resilient to withstand the radiation from temporal entropy," Miss Minutes explained carefully.

"Most importantly, it must have its own strong power source to stabilize the timepad, preventing it from being destroyed."

"A structure existing outside the timeline, durable, resilient, with self-repair capabilities, and powerful enough to stabilize the timepad..."

A thought struck Alex, and in an instant, a massive library-like structure appeared behind him, hovering outside the timeline.

"How about Constantine's House of Mystery?"

The sudden appearance of the House of Mystery startled Miss Minutes, but she was soon captivated by the building. She examined the ancient structure carefully and nodded in approval.

"Perfect, absolutely perfect! It's just like The Citadel!"

"If by 'The Citadel' you mean the Hogwarts-esque castle Constantine lives in, then I'll say no more."

"But… is this building big enough?" Miss Minutes asked curiously.

Alex thought for a moment and replied. "Don't worry; the House of Mystery is a mystical dimension. Its interior is far larger than it appears. As long as there's sufficient energy, it can keep expanding indefinitely."

"Really? That's amazing! Our biggest problem is solved. Now, we just need a timeline pruning device, but that's a tricky one," Miss Minutes said, resting her chin in her hand, looking troubled.

"The archive doesn't contain any records on how to build a timeline pruning device. Without it, the timeline will continue to proliferate, eventually leading to a multiversal clash."

"A timeline pruning device, huh?"

"Yes, it's essential, but I can't think of anything that could replace it."

Alex licked his dry lips and quietly took out a lighter-like device from his pocket.

"How about using this?"

Miss Minutes turned to look and saw what Alex was holding.

It was none other than the Wasteland Universe's most powerful artifact—the Ultimate Eraser.

.....

📢30 advanced chapters on p@treaon📢
For advance chapters: /Uchiha_Itachi007 (replace @ with a)
360. Candidates for the Timeline Regulatory Organization.
361. Wasteland's Survival After Catastrophe.
362. Random Teleportation!
363. The Bald Man.
364. The Watcher's 'Intervention’