Good People Have Eight Babies at Once

Winter Soldier and Agent Venom advanced against the cold wind.

Venom was still babbling, advising Flash not to get involved in this mess.

Flash, of course, wouldn't listen. "Shut up, I'm Ben's good rice!"

They were indeed good friends during high school, and fortunately, Ben helped them during the period when Flash lost their memory.

Now that Ben is facing a problem, he's determined to step up.

But their limbs froze instantly.

Although Ben's Big Chill did not absorb the Casket of Ancient Winters, he had mastered Casket of Ancient Winters for a long time and was influenced by Casket of Ancient Winters, making his freezing ability extremely powerful.

He couldn't turn an entire planet into an extremely cold world, but freezing just a mine was certainly within his capabilities.

"Move aside, let me do it!"

Peter the lead and snapped a picture of the watch.

"Heatblast!"

In an instant, a skinny, Heatblast, reminiscent of Ben Tennyson, appeared.

"Peter, you Heatblast are so lame!" Harry couldn't help but complain.

It looks like a greyhound, without any volcanoes on its shoulders.

The temperature, however, wasn't too bad.

He raised his arm, releasing the heat of the flames that melted the ice and snow inside the mine.

"Thank you, it's much warmer now."

Connors thawed out of the ice, his body went limp, and he returned to his original form.

"Fire beats ice, anyone who's played Pokémon knows that." Peter launched himself forward, shooting towards Ben like a fiery Xing Yi.

"Alright, Benny, it's time to let your cousin win this time!"

Between the Heatblast's hands, an extremely hot fireball condensed, resembling a star.

"Supernova--"

"Clang!"

A slender finger gracefully extended and gently touched Peter's chest.

"--combustion?"

Peter paused, the flames on his body extinguished in an instant, leaving only the watch screen flashing.

Snap!

Losing the power of the flames, he braked face-first onto the ground, landing hard on his stomach.

"Wait, you never said you could deprogram my watch!"

Peter clutched his head and screamed.

Then, the Big Chill grabbed the shimmering Copy Watch with its backhand, and with a slight twist of its wrist, the watch, which was said to be impossible to remove, simply fell off.

"You seem to have forgotten that I created the Copy Watch myself?"

Ben responded in a hoarse voice.

"Then I don't know you either—wait, are you talking to me? Are you Benny?" Peter jumped up in surprise.

"Otherwise what?"

Ben gritted his teeth and pressed his hand to his stomach. "You've disturbed my meal, you idiots."

"But Looma says your mind should be controlled by the genes of the Big Chill."

"I was under control, but have you forgotten that I have other consciousness?" Ben said.

The No-Watch Ben has now disappeared.

But the Super-Kill is still there.

The instant Ben's consciousness was controlled by the Big Chill gene, Super-Kill awakened his own consciousness.

"You can do that?"

"Jinchuriki cannot be controlled by genjutsu. Haven't you watched Naruto?"

Peter shook his head. "I'm a tech geek, not an anime geek."

"Then why did you eat so much Vibranium?"

"The body needs it, otherwise, what else can you do but abort the child?" Ben retorted.

Although he possessed his own consciousness, the maternal instincts of the Big Chill' reproduction still temporarily affected him.

"But it's almost done now."

He said hoarsely.

At the same time, he opened his mouth, and his chest and abdomen began to slowly undulate, as if King Piccolo were spitting out an egg, and something was surging up his esophagus.

"Gurgle--"

One

"Gurgle--"

Two

In the blink of an eye, eight young blue moths hovered in the air like tiny insects.

Their wings and heads are very large, but their bodies are very small.

They buzzed around their "mother," who was actually Benny.

Wow.

Peter slumped to the ground and said, "Should I insincerely praise them as cute?"

These little creatures are actually like moths the size of babies, which gives you goosebumps.

"By Necrofriggian of beauty, they are all adorable and strong," Ben said.

With a slight wave of his hand, eight tiny Big Chill spread their wings and flew into space.

Why did they leave?

Peter was stunned. "Benny, abandoning a baby is illegal!"

"They leave after birth; this is how the Necrofriggian reproduce. Don't worry, if they are strong enough, we will meet again in eighty years."

Just like a smelt.

Those little Necrofriggian remember where they were born, and after reaching adulthood, they migrate back here to give birth to their offspring again.

It sounds both romantic and terrifying.

T'Challa, in particular, was completely terrified.

"You mean, eighty years from now, eight Big Chill will come and eat my Vibranium?"

Oh my god!

Is it too late for me to move with my Vibranium?

"Don't worry, their teeth can't handle Vibranium. Just prepare some alloy."

Although Ben fed these children Vibranium, which strengthened their physique to some extent, it wasn't enough for them to indiscriminately consume Vibranium.

Ben is the most perfect.

Reproduction is not gene replication; unless his offspring mutate, it is difficult for them to surpass him.

"That's good."

T'Challa was finally relieved.

"Go back, the Galactic Plumbers will compensate you for your losses," Ben said.

He now possesses immense power and influence, ruling over most of the civilizations in the universe. What is a little Vibranium in Wakanda compared to that?

"Alright, let's go back."

Legerdomain.

The Ancient One was in a good mood because she had gained an excellent disciple for free.

She plucked the pile of scattered talismans from the Charmcaster's body, replaced them with Sling Ring, and transformed into a welder, standing in a horse stance, moving her left and right hands in slow motion.

Fortunately, she had a foundation in magic, so she succeeded at learning everything on her first try.

Even Odin was amazed by her magical talent.

"Her talent is indeed rare, but what about that Midgard you had your eye on before?"

"Steve Strange."

Ancient One pursed her lips and said, "Perhaps the peaceful life he has now is something he can only dream of. He will live happily in New York and spend his life with the person he loves."

There is no magic, no Superpowers.

But it possesses something that none of the Doctor Strange in the entire Multiverse have.

"That's better for him."

"There are losses, but also gains." Odin nodded.

At the same time, a sneaky creature suddenly poked out its head, which looked like a little devil with horns, before shrinking back in panic.

After the pink Energy of the Universe condensed into clouds, the Magik covered his mouth in surprise and panic.

"Am I seeing things? Could that person be the Ancient One? She's still alive? And she kidnapped Hope?"