CHAPTER 100: CHAPTER 100: TAKE THE CELESTIAL HEAD! MULTIPLE CHECK-INS! SILVER SUPERMAN TEMPLATE!

After the smoke cleared, the Tivan Group’s territory was completely pacified.

Dozens of fifteen-meter-tall descendants of Transformers swept through the area, hunting down any remaining armed resistance.

Anyone they found was eliminated on the spot—unless they surrendered their weapons, in which case their lives were spared.

Before long, every armed faction within the Tivan Group’s territory had been wiped out.

The territory’s leader was dragged to the central square, where countless Transformers loomed, and forced to kneel.

With a loud thud, the man glared up defiantly. Backed by a powerful group, he carried himself with arrogance as he demanded,

"Who’s behind you?"

"The Tivan Group’s mineral operations span countless galaxies!"

"Seizing this place means declaring war on every mining conglomerate!"

"Are you not afraid of a group war?"

Some of the Transformers chuckled at his words.

One stepped forward and replied,

"We hail from Cybertron, a world forged by the Creator. We are called Transformers, and we do not fear war."

"In this universe, resources belong to no one—only the strong can claim them."

The leader opened his mouth to speak again, but the Transformer simply waved a hand.

"Take him away."

Robots moved in and hauled him off without hesitation.

The Elders didn’t care whether someone was good or evil, willing or unwilling—they just shoved them into a ship and tossed them into space. Simple as that.

Two hours later, almost every living creature on Knowhere had been relocated.

But one exception remained—The Collector.

He was holed up in a room reinforced with spatial folding, refusing to leave. Leaving was impossible—his treasures were all here.

And among them lay his most prized possession: the Reality Stone.

There was no way he’d abandon it.

All he could do was hide and wait for the right moment.

But when "it" happened, he froze in shock.

Once nearly everyone had been evacuated, the ten Elders outside Knowhere exchanged glances and issued the final order:

"Transport it back to Cybertron."

Before The Collector could process what was happening, Knowhere began to move.

"Ah~~~???"

Using gravitational repulsion controllers, the Elder Transformers captured the entire station, then hauled it away in one go—packed up and on its way to Cybertron.

From within, The Collector watched in disbelief as Knowhere drifted from its position, moving with an unnatural steadiness before accelerating.

His only frame of reference was the Elders who remained behind, some of whom still had other resource-hunting missions to complete.

Knowhere, however, was already on its way.

Only now did the realization hit him.

"I’m... going to Cybertron?!"

At first, despair gripped him.

But as his gaze shifted to the towering Elder Transformers standing like immovable mountains beyond Knowhere’s borders, a surge of excitement welled up inside him.

"Cybertron—the Transformers’ homeworld!"

"I’m actually going there?!"

For The Collector, death was a frightening prospect. But the chance to witness something he valued above all else was just as compelling.

Transformers—beings never before seen in the universe—and the legendary Cybertron were surely among the greatest wonders that existed.

"What kind of world could possibly give rise to such beings?"

That question burned in The Collector’s mind as they sped toward the unknown.

...

At the same time, it was already 5:00 p.m. on Earth.

Lorien appeared outside the door right on time, silently saying to himself, "Check-in."

[Ding~!]

[Check-in successful!]

"View last week’s check-in rewards."

Since last Monday, Lorien hadn’t bothered to look at his check-in rewards. That meant a full seven rewards had piled up—from last Monday to this Monday.

Now, he was going to check the entire week’s rewards all at once.

[Obtained: ’Is There Any Room Left?’ Complete Comic Set x1!]

[Obtained: Small Universe Home x1!]

[Obtained: Hane Ame Cosplay Complete Photo Set x1!]

[Obtained: Cyberpunk 2077 Super Yacht x1!]

[Obtained — Critical Hit: Silver Superman Template x1!]

[Obtained — Critical Hit: Esoteric Scripture of the Yellow Emperor x1!]

[Obtained: Thought Imprint (Love Edition) x1!]

Hiss...

Lorien didn’t bother to inspect them right away. He glanced over the list, took in a deep breath, then snapped his fingers.

Snap!

In the next instant, he was standing alone on a deserted beach.

He turned his attention back to the rewards, but before checking them, he couldn’t help wondering about those critical hits. Was his luck just that good today?

Opening his reward panel, he noticed something he’d completely overlooked before.

[Achievement: Goddess Knight]

"Ohhh..."

Now it made sense. This achievement had given him a slight boost to his check-in rewards.

And small or not, that boost could become very significant over time.

Besides, he didn’t just have one achievement—he had three: [Spider Knight], [Witch Knight], and the recently earned [Goddess Knight].

Three slight boosts in total, and together they made a noticeable difference. That was probably why he’d landed two critical hits in one week.

Time to go through the rewards—same as always, in order.

"First, the comics."

Lorien pulled out the comic set and flipped through it.

"Hmm... not bad. The art style’s... a bit spicy."

But comics weren’t important right now, so he put them away and moved on.

Next was the Small Universe Home.

"This one’s interesting."

[Small Universe Home: An entrance to a small, idyllic universe. You can freely control the entrance’s position, size, and shape!]

[You can even place your entire home—or half of it—inside. Carry it with you anytime without changing its outward appearance!]

The description made him think of a hidden function of the Soul Stone. Yes, the Soul Stone was also a key to a small universe—but only if you were skilled enough in spatial magic to open it.

In this case, though, his Small Universe Home was already bound to him. All it took was a single thought to change its form however he wanted.

Better to try it out than just think about it.

Snap!

A rift split open in the air before him. Lorien stepped inside.

It was vast—mountains, grasslands, rivers, waterfalls, flowers, and trees stretched as far as the eye could see. It was truly as picturesque as a pastoral painting.

"Very nice."

He was thoroughly satisfied. The best part? He could actually make this his home.

He could expand the entrance and tuck half his house into this pocket universe. One half of his living room would remain exactly as before, while the other half would open into this natural paradise. The dividing line could simply be the far wall of the living room.

Satisfied with the idea, Lorien stepped back outside and waved his hand, closing the rift.

"Good stuff."

With the Small Universe put away, he moved on to the third reward.

[Hane Ame Cosplay Complete Photo Set]

He flipped through the photos. The cosplayer’s poses were top-tier.

"Not bad, not bad."

Still, nothing urgent—he stored it away and checked the fourth reward.

[Cyberpunk 2077 Super Yacht: 188 meters long, with an ultra–sci-fi design and avant-garde appearance. Fully equipped for global ocean travel!]

That was only the basic description. Scrolling through, he saw detailed specs on its power systems, range, equipment, facilities, and onboard tech.

The yacht had three decks:

The top deck’s bow housed the smart cockpit, while the stern held three master suites.

The second deck had numerous guest rooms on one side and a fitness and relaxation area on the other.

The first deck was almost entirely dedicated to entertainment.

It was enormous—nearly the length of two football fields—and the total interior space was even greater.

Truly a super yacht.

"Not bad. I can take Gwen, Wanda, Hela, and the others out for a trip at sea."

Of course, with him being the only man on board... well, let’s just say it would be a special kind of party.

Ahem.

He didn’t summon the yacht now—it was far too big. He’d wait and show it to Wanda and Gwen later.

Next came the fifth reward.

[Silver Superman Template: Ignore the law of causality, eat Kryptonite as snacks, limitless strength, pull the Milky Way with your bare hands, extinguish stars with your breath, immune to most physical and magical attacks!]

Silver Superman His power level was at the multiversal tier and beyond, depending on how you used it.

When it came to ignoring the law of causality, having this template meant Lorien would become an immutable core constant of reality.

What did that mean? Even if someone traveled back ten years—or even one year—to try and kill him, it wouldn’t work.

Once the template was his, Lorien at any point in time would always exist in his strongest state at that moment.

Even if you could somehow beat and kill the Lorien of the past, the present Lorien would remain completely unaffected.

That... was the power of ignoring causality.

"Not bad."

Lorien felt the changes in his body. The Silver Superman template had patched every one of his weaknesses. With this in hand, he was on the verge of becoming truly omnipotent.

He turned to face the sun. The moment its rays touched him, he knew— as long as he stood in sunlight, he would never die. His power would never run out.

And with the Phoenix Force’s rebirth ability stacked on top of that... how could he possibly die?

In past comics, Superman had been trapped in a starless universe and nearly starved to death. That would never happen to him. He had virtually no weaknesses left. Even the laws of cause and effect were now in his favor.

Very good.

Lorien stretched lazily, then moved on to check his sixth reward.

[Esoteric Scripture of the Yellow Emperor: The Yellow Emperor’s...]

Hiss—

After reading through it, he was actually a little happier than when he got the Silver Superman template. The text stated that training in this art would benefit both parties, help both grow, and make the other more loyal to you—subtly increasing their dependence on you.

All well and good.

But the best part was—both sides would be happier. And it unlocked more possibilities... That was great.

"Alright."

Closing his eyes, he absorbed every bit of knowledge from the Esoteric Scripture of the Yellow Emperor. For him, it now ranked on par with the Silver Superman template. Both were treasures.

Next came the final reward.

[Thought Imprint (Love Edition)]

Its description read:

[When used on a living being, it will subtly alter her mind, body, and soul—until she becomes eternally, absolutely, and infinitely loyal to you.]

Interesting.

It reshaped the target entirely, slowly molding them to fit the seal’s intent. This one, being the "Love Edition," meant absolute devotion. Die-hard loyalty.

A bit too forceful, perhaps—but undeniably useful.

If you had a target you didn’t want to spend time cultivating or maintaining, you could just use this. No worries, no loose ends.

"Not bad."

Lorien put the seal away. There was no reason to waste it on Wanda, Gwen, or Hela. On them, it would be pointless.

Who, then?

He thought for a moment but didn’t have a clear answer. Best to save it for later.

...

After finishing with the rewards,

"Phew..."

He let out a long breath and snapped his fingers.

Snap.

In an instant, he teleported back to his Northern Building.

As soon as he stepped in, he ran into Wanda, who was about to head out.

"You’re back! Come with me to buy groceries for dinner."

She invited him along, but Lorien just smiled.

"Go ahead tonight. I’ll wait at home."

"Huh?"

Her brows knit in confusion, but one look at his smile told her he had something planned. That alone made her a little nervous.

"I haven’t even had dinner yet..."

Clearly, Wanda had been through enough to know what that meant.

Lorien chuckled, gently pushing her toward the elevator.

"You’ll see when you get back. Now go."

The doors closed, and she left for the nearby mall. It wouldn’t take her more than thirty minutes to shop—plenty of time for Lorien to remodel a room.

Click.

He stepped inside and past the entryway, finding Hela sprawled on the carpet, gaming.

At the sight of him, she shivered involuntarily, last night’s "flowering" still fresh in her mind. She felt like she’d been turned into a milk bottle—one that only held pure milk.

Lorien came up beside her and nudged her with his foot.

"Shift over. The wall and the angled space behind you are about to change."

"Change?" Hela tilted her head. "You putting in furniture?"

The thought made her think of game consoles and the like, and she brightened immediately.

"How about adding a PC? I want to play computer games!"

"We’ll see about that later."

He waved it off, first getting her to move aside, then clearing away the furniture against the wall.

Under her curious gaze, he snapped his fingers.

Snap.

A crack in space appeared before him—the entrance to a small universe.

"Whoa!"

Hela dropped her controller and ran over.

"What is that?"

"An entrance to a small universe."

Her brows shot up.

"So you basically have your own independent space in the Nine Realms?!"

"Something like that," he said, though it wasn’t quite the same. He planned to turn the entrance into a wall.

"Just watch—you’ll see."