Shang-Chi, who had watched countless horror movies, deeply understood one principle: if one day you found yourself transported into the world of a horror movie, the most important way to survive that perilous journey was not to be curious.
Do not be curious about how the world became like this. Do not be curious about what else the world might become. Do not be curious about what this was or what that was. Most importantly, do not be curious about where you came from or where you were going.
There was no mission that had to be completed, nor any truth that had to be uncovered. At the instant the apocalypse descended, none of that mattered anymore. What mattered was staying alive. That was how Shang-Chi, an ordinary person, saw things.
Of course, it might not have been the same for superheroes. They possessed abilities beyond ordinary people, so it was only natural for them to feel that they bore the mission of saving the world.
But clearly, in this damned world Shang-Chi now occupied, superpowers would only backfire. Even intelligence and keen instincts would backfire.
"What exactly happened to those two?" Jarvis sat beside the bonfire on the rooftop, glancing at the vacant-eyed Wanda, then at the trembling Riley, his face full of bewilderment.
"Is something wrong with me, or is something wrong with them?" Jarvis looked down at his own hands. It was not really a question, but Shang-Chi immediately answered, "Something is wrong with them."
Covering his eyes with a hand, Jarvis said, "What the hell is going on? Why can't we just use magic to wipe out the monsters? Or open a portal and go home?"
"Haven't you realized it yet?" Shang-Chi looked at Jarvis helplessly. "The disaster in this world goes far beyond the monsters