You may leave this life at any moment: have this possibility in your mind in all that you do or say or think. Now departure from the world of men is nothing to fear. If gods exist: because they would not involve you in any harm. If they do not exist, or if they have no care for humankind, then what is life to me in a world devoid of gods, or devoid of providence?
~ Marcus Aurelius
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Hillel hooked the corner of his mouth and came directly to Cate Dunlap’s home.
Pushing open the door, Jordan was also there.
Neither of the two women was wearing clothes.
On the large bed in the middle of the room, Maeve and Annie were locked in a heated, mindless grind with a life-sized pillow.
"Ahh~ yes! Hillel! Just like that!"
Both of them were completely naked, straddling opposite ends of a thick pillow.
"Haah~ The Guardian.. so deep!!"
Maeve’s powerful hips rolled in slow, desperate circles while Annie mirrored her from the other side, their wet folds sliding against the fabric as they moaned Hillel’s name under their breath.
Their eyes were glazed, clearly still under Cate’s control, lost in the illusion that they were riding him.
Cate and Jordan stood at the edge of the bed, watching the show with popcorn buckets while shlicking their soaking pussies.
"Yo-ho! Is that pillow supposed to be me?"
"T-The Guardian?!!"
Hillel leaned against the doorframe. "You dare to use your powers to control Maeve and Annie, Cate! Isn’t your courage a bit too bloated?!"
Presumably afraid that Hillel would punch them into blood mist, they directly played their cards face up.
Cate put on a pitiful appearance.
Biting her finger, her gaze shifted fluidly.
"Oh my, I’ve been discovered by the Guardian. What should I do then?" She smiled charmingly.
"I didn’t do it on purpose! I just wanted to see if they could be immune to mind control, but I didn’t expect they wouldn’t be!"
Hillel clenched his fist. "Speak, how do you want to die?!"
"Do we really have to die? We didn’t do it on purpose. As long as we can make up for it, you can make us do anything, oh!"
Cate Dunlap walked over, grabbed Hillel’s arm, and clung to him like a little kitten.
Hillel raised an eyebrow. "Anything?"
"Of course." Cate Dunlap’s fingertips pressed against her lips, revealing a seductive expression.
Hillel sat directly on the sofa.
Jordan also sat over from the other side; she was now a thorough woman.
Cate lightly nibbled on Hillel’s earlobe, her hands not being very well-behaved.
"The Guardian, do you like it?"
Hillel was expressionless, like an ancient mummy.
"Just this?"
He hooked Cate Dunlap’s chin. "Show me all your tricks! If you can’t last until dawn, get ready to spar with me continuously for a month!"
Cate Dunlap and Jordan took turns on the battlefield.
Don’t look at the fact that the two women were still studying at Godolkin, their tricks were no fewer than Maeve’s.
...
By the time dawn was approaching, the two women finally fell into a deep sleep.
Hillel let them go.
Lying in bed with one in each arm, his consciousness sank into the system space.
Where was this even close to? They couldn’t even manage a simple warm-up.
[Do you want to initiate traversal?]
[Death is rebirth; every destruction will nurture a more powerful force, growing infinitely in body, immortal forever]
This description... always reminds him of one thing.
Doomsday!
He just hoped it wasn’t the one on the wall; otherwise, he’d be completely screwed!
The system began randomly queuing instances. There was no help for it; he actually wanted to collect the Purifying mother box.
[Opening parallel wormhole...]
[Transitioning...]
Hillel prepared to welcome the new World. However, in less than a second, the system light screen suddenly turned red, emitting a piercing alarm.
[Warning! Cross-World transition is unstable!]
[Coordinate offset detected...]
[Attempting... Failed!]
[Attempting... Failed!]
Before Hillel could react, a turbulent force directly sucked him in.
The World was spinning.
...
Hillel landed on a battlefield. There were many voices in his ear, but his biological perception told him that there were very few strong people in this World.
"Strange, what kind of place is this? Why is it so dark?" Hillel muttered to himself.
His appearance startled the people on the battlefield.
Not far away stood a young blond ninja and a white-haired dwarf old man, both looking in astonishment at him who had appeared out of thin air.
"Who is that?"
"When did this person pop up?"
"Could he also be Uchiha Madara’s subordinate?"
Uchiha Madara?
That peerless rock star of Konoha?
Where the heck did this send him!
And why is it a bit dark?!
He raised his head to look closely, only to find that two huge meteorites were suspended right above his head.
"No wonder the lights aren’t turned on indoors. Who throws stones for fun when they have nothing to do? So uncultured!"
Uchiha Madara’s long hair fluttered, his pupils scarlet, coldly overlooking everything.
He also sensed Hillel.
That aura...
Before Madara could react, Hillel casually raised his hand and punched out at the meteorite.
The strong wind struck out a powerful air cannon.
Just one punch.
Those two meteorites instantly turned into dust like popped balloons, and the shock caused by the wind pressure instantly blew away the ninjas on the battlefield.
Naruto, huh!
The Otsutsuki are all aliens, and Hillel was even more of an alien among aliens, someone who could use the Otsutsuki as stepping stones!
Absolutely invincible.
Uchiha Madara’s pupils suddenly shrank.
Naruto was even more shocked. "He doesn’t seem to be Madara’s man. Could he be from the Allied Shinobi Forces?"
"Naruto, what was that fluctuation just now? Why did the headquarters feel such a strong tremor?!"
Nara Shikaku’s voice sounded.
"I, I don’t know!"
Naruto swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"Kid, run quickly, that is a different kind of creature!!!" The Nine-Tails’ voice resounded, even carrying a hint of screaming panic.
"Ah? But I think he looks quite kind-faced!"
"You bastard! Hurry up and open this damn door, this old man will run by himself!"
The Nine-Tails was scared like a little kitten.
Hillel was just thinking of greeting them, but before he could finish speaking, his whole body was sucked away again and disappeared.
Leaving behind a field of dumbfounded ninjas.
Temari’s mouth was wide open. "Th-that was just now, what was that, some kind of summoning beast?"
Uchiha Madara’s face was filled with shock and doubt.
...
"Damn it!"
"I haven’t even finished speaking yet!"
"There are so many big ones in Naruto, let me fix two of them first!!!"
Hillel roared.
The scenery before his eyes changed, and he came to another World.
"My name is Barry Allen, and I am the fastest man alive in this World."
"When I was a child, I witnessed my mother being killed by something that couldn’t possibly exist, and my father was wrongfully imprisoned because of it! Later, an accident turned me into that impossibility."
"To the outside World, I’m just an ordinary forensic scientist! But in secret, I use my speed to fight crime and look for other people like me."
"I am... the Flash!"
That works too!
But which Flash is this again?!
Hillel raised his head and saw that high in the sky, there was a constantly rotating wormhole, looking as if it was expanding infinitely.
Hey!
A young, infant-version black hole!
This thing is way too familiar!
Down below, several people were talking anxiously: a bespectacled blonde woman, a Latino young man, and the other two were even more amazing—touching their hands together directly synthesized into Pyro.
"That singularity is turning into a wormhole, and it’s going to devour the entire city!"
"Someone has to go up and stop it!"
"I’ll do it!" The guy who could transform into Pyro gritted his teeth. "I’ll fly up and detonate myself; maybe I can blow it up!"
But just at the moment he was about to sacrifice himself, Hillel appeared out of thin air in mid-air.
Both sides fell into an awkward staring contest.
"Superman? Is that you?!"
Cisco Ramon shouted excitedly. "Quick, help! That singularity is turning into a wormhole, and the Flash is running at super-speed trying to prevent it from forming! To resolve this crisis, we must stop the fusion of the inner and outer horizons!"
Superman?
Who the heck is Superman?
I am the Homelander!
"What are you mumbling on about? I am no Superman. Please call me by my full name, Homelander!" Hillel crossed his arms, his cape fluttering upward.
He raised his head and glanced at the wormhole.
"Just this thing is called a crisis?"
Before his voice faded.
Hillel’s eyes suddenly lit up.
Two streams of Heat Vision gushed out, accurately blasting into the center of that wormhole.
Boom!
That wormhole, which was originally expanding continuously and was even enough to swallow the entire city, instantly collapsed under this single strike from Hillel.
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