In nothingness.
Jonathan·Kent knelt on the broken galaxy.
His breathing was heavy, sweat slipped from his forehead, but evaporated into scarlet mist the moment he fell into darkness, and the whispers in his ears were like millions of ants crawling inside his skull.
Hard to resist.
Like gangrene of the bone.
In my ears, there was a dull pain like a rusty scalpel cutting open the skull.
"Get out!"
Under his roar, there was light that seemed to illuminate the surroundings, but it still could not penetrate the layers of darkness.
Take him away from this dangerous place and bring him back to reality.
A feeling of powerlessness came over me.
"Someone help me-"
The painful Jonathan wants to ask for help.
But got no response.
Only the sound of his own heartbeat echoed in the void.
"Why refuse such an opportunity? Is it because you can't awaken the stupidity of the Superman-like brain?" The voice sneered, Jonathan gritted his teeth and dug his nails into his palms.
"Clark·Kent is very strong, right? He is the omnipotent Superman in your mouth." The invisible voice suddenly became soft, like a kind elder.
However.
As the tail sound drags, Jonathan can hear countless drowned souls screaming in their voiceprints, like cries sealed in coral reefs, heard across hundreds of millions of years of sea water.
"No matter how powerful a life is, it will eventually die."
The chorus of chaos and madness seemed to explode in Jonathan's ears at this moment.
With unspeakable noise.
Countless illusory and seemingly lifelike bubbles emerged.
They swayed in front of Jonathan's eyes, completely filling the surroundings of his body. Jonathan wanted to escape, but a bubble enveloped him, and he seemed to appear in a new world instantly.
What came into view was a scene that made Jonathan horrified.
He saw it.
I saw Kryptonite's chain pierced through his collarbone, hanging his father Clark on the rusty satellite wreckage. Lex·Luthor was wearing a presidential uniform, slowly peeling off the "S" logo on his blue uniform with a scalpel.
"Look, citizens.
?
He pointed at the live broadcast camera, held up the bloody cloth, and spoke with contempt.
"So-called gods are nothing but pieces of flesh that bleed."
Between the roaring mountains and the tsunami.
Jonathan, who was standing in the square below, wanted to rush forward, but was directly pressed on the head by soldiers along the way to witness all this. The scene disappeared suddenly as he roared.
"Did you see that?"
The voice sounded again.
"You're trying to trick my mind!
Jonathan turned around to escape, but ran into another scene. Half of the Krypton crystal was inserted into the charred farm land, and Lois's rotten fingers were still clenched on the alarm button.
A burly, imposing black alien slowly approached, and his shadow slowly enveloped the brand new stroller. The baby in the car with brown hair and blue eyes stopped crying.
"Ian!"
Jonathan rushed forward.
His hands only held a pool of empty phantoms.
He saw the charred darkness in the stroller, and the burly alien's hands were holding Clark's painful head. Jordan also died in a haystack not far from his mother Lois.
"Fake! It's all fake! Don't try to deceive me! Stop!" Jonathan, who was unwilling to accept this scene, backed away crazily. He fell directly into a complicated and chaotic scene.
"Why stop? This is not a threat, this is Destiny - countless possible Destiny." The voice chuckled,
Colors surged, and more horrific images flooded towards Jonathan.
Superman was pierced through the chest by a huge, ferocious monster and completely perished - he was transformed into a war machine by the terrifying green monster - Clark even killed his wife Lois with his own hands.
Each scene is more difficult for Jonathan to accept.
He fled everywhere.
But there is no escape.
I was constantly forced to witness more scenes.
"No..."
Jonathan finally couldn't bear it any longer, and collapsed on the ground with his willpower shattered. He saw Clark walking towards him with red eyes, as if he was about to unscrew his head in the next moment.
"They are all possible futures."
The sound reappeared, erratic, and the chaotic symphony gradually disappeared. Jonathan saw the Superman in front of him dissipate like clouds of smoke, and everything was enveloped in the happy scene in an instant.
The setting sun dyes Kent Family's barn golden.
In the distance, Sam Lane's Ferrari drove into the driveway, with exaggerated birthday balloons tied to the roof - "Wish myself 100"
The words "Happy Birthday" swayed in the wind.
Martha Grandma also sat on it with a smile.
"Look at how much your father has embezzled."
Clark was sitting on the rocking chair on the porch. His temples were gray, but his smile was still warm. He had a photo album spread out on his knees, and Lois leaned on his shoulder, tapping a certain photo with his fingers. They both laughed out loud at the same time. In the yard, Jordan and Ian were repairing the talking car Hellcat.
It is now painted red and blue, with a crooked "S" logo printed on the front cover.
"Can you not use Heat Vision welding screws?"
Jordan is complaining.
"Last time you melted right through the fuel tank!"
His tone was resentful.
"No, that was your nephew who did it, not me. If you don't believe it, wait until I get back tonight and beat him first, and he will definitely admit it." Ian is just like what Jonathan remembers.
Habitually blaming others.
Even his own son was not spared. Hellcat's radio suddenly played a country music song automatically.
The two young men were stunned for a second and looked at Jonathan who was slumped on the ground.
"Why are you standing there? Why don't you come and help us lift this car?"
Smiles abound.
Jonathan felt the warm atmosphere again.
And just when his thinking was confused.
The voice suddenly came close to my ears.
"This is the future you want, isn't it? Now, we can help you move towards such a future." The voice was full of confusion, and Jonathan's pupils shrank slightly.
"This is not just for you." Its whisper wrapped around Jonathan's reason like a poisonous snake, as if adding the most important weight, "It's also for your --- family."
The psychological defense may be broken down in just an instant.
After all, the Kent family has an average of Family Man per capita, and Jonathan lowered his head. Around him, the bright lights that were trying to penetrate the darkness began to extinguish, just like the pupils in Jonathan's eyes gradually dimmed.
"What should I do?"
The seventeen-year-old boy asked in a low voice.
Hoarse voice.
The light that seemed to illuminate the world completely disappeared at this moment, but Jonathan, who closed his eyes, could still feel that the things emerging in the darkness began to get closer to him.
In nothingness.
Something laughed.
Darkness spread over Jonathan's ankles like thick oil.
"You just have to accept us!"
This moment.
Jonathan seemed to see countless strange shadows coming into his eyes. He roared, but he just sat up from his bed. Cold sweat soaked his pajamas and penetrated his sheets.
Heart beating wildly.
It almost felt like his chest was about to explode.
"What did I dream about!"
Returning to reality, Jonathan could no longer remember what he had seen. He tried his best to recall, but there were only fragmented fragments, and he could not even piece together a complete message.
"There must be something, there must be something very crucial." Jonathan's subconscious was reminding him crazily,
But everything in that dream seemed to have been forcefully taken away from his memory by some force.
"This is-"
Jonathan frowned and gasped.
He stood up.
I found something falling from my quilt to the ground.
"Huh?"
At the same time.
Clark also suddenly woke up from the sofa on the first floor.
At this moment, his super hearing caught some kind of sound that shouldn't exist from the second floor. It wasn't the "torture words" in Ian's room, nor was it the disturbing sound of Jordan, who likes to hold a certain vital point while sleeping, unconsciously exerting super speed in his sleep, but some kind of sticky sound as if he was chewing something.
"Dong dong dong~"
Clark appeared at the door of his eldest son in an instant.
He knocked on the door.
"Jonathan, are you okay?" Clark·Kent asked his son if he was okay in the same way as an ordinary father would, even though he could see what was happening in the house if he wanted to.
"I'm fine, I just had a nightmare. I can't remember what it was, but I'm afraid it was really scary." Jonathan was changing sheets and clothes in the room.
He still couldn't recall what happened in the dream, and even the fragments he remembered when he woke up gradually faded away. This often happened when people were dreaming, so he didn't have any doubts about it.
"You shouldn't be peeking at me, right?" Jonathan I can imagine my father standing in the corridor, frowning, Super Hearing capturing the subtle changes in his heartbeat, breathing, and blood flow.
"If not, of course not, do you need hot chocolate?"
Clark is still standing outside the door.
"No, I still have to lose weight. Dad, you must also know that a good body shape is very important for rugby players." Jonathan walked to his desk.
Lying on it was a book he had just picked up from the ground.
Maybe Clark really wasn't peeping.
Otherwise, Jonathan feels that he may ask himself what the hell he is reading at the desk - of course, it is also possible that this book is only visible to him?
Jonathan frowned.
"Okay, if you need help, call me at any time." The old father's voice was so gentle that he couldn't be more gentle. The footsteps gradually faded away, and the wooden floor made a slight squeaking sound.
Somewhat deliberate.
However, Jonathan didn't think much about it. His attention was all on the books that appeared mysteriously. He swore that he had never bought such a thing. The strange patterns on it looked quite eye-catching.
Said it was a book.
It was more like an old leather notebook. It looked a little thin and there was no writing on it. Jonathan turned on the light and could clearly see the name on the cover.
"Death Note?"
He softly read out the crooked handwriting, which looked like a child's graffiti, or like the clumsy strokes of someone who had never learned how to write.
"This character is even uglier than the ghostly symbol written by Ian."
Jonathan complained while letting go of the mysterious notebook. He realized that he had misread it just now. There was at least one line of text on the front page of this blank notebook.
[We can help you conquer death]
The dark red handwriting is still crooked,
The lights suddenly flickered.
The next moment.
[I can help you conquer death]
The handwriting on the line on the homepage seems to have changed. Jonathan doesn't know if this change is his imagination.
After all, he had just woken up from his sleep and his brain still felt a little messy.
"Who put it in my room, Jordan or Ian? It's not April Fool's Day yet." The silence of the night enveloped Jonathan's room, and only the occasional sound of wind outside the window broke the tranquility.
Under the dim desk lamp, Jonathan was sitting in front of the desk, flipping through the strange notebook with his fingers. He felt like he was being watched, but he couldn't see anything when he looked around.
The room was empty, the wardrobe was closed, the curtains were motionless, and even the shadows were quietly crawling on the floor. There was nothing unusual, but the feeling of being watched lingered.
It was as if something was standing in front of him, but refused to be captured by his senses. This made Jonathan feel a little bit creepy, and he quickly threw the notebook he picked up for observation back on the desk.
"Evil door·-"
Jonathan planned to go out and throw away this notebook tomorrow. When he lay on the bed again, he looked around again and made sure that there was no one else in his room.
The feeling of being watched gradually faded, which also made Jonathan fall asleep again. Outside the window, the moonlight was split by the clouds and scattered on the wooden desk.
The black notebook lay there quietly.
Countless dark red tentacles began to slowly stretch out from it. They seemed to be misaligned with reality, existing only in the invisible world and unable to be observed and seen by normal vision.
There is information being sensed and read.
The air in the entire room began to tremble, the shadows on the walls squirmed like living creatures, and the wrinkles on the sheets deepened for no reason, but Jonathan just turned over in his sleep.
Didn't notice this strange phenomenon.
Clark also did not appear.
And at this moment.
[GutenAbend, guteNacht~ [Good night, sweet dreams]]
[mitRosenbedacht(decorated with roses)]
[mitNagleinbesteckt~[dotted with lilac]]
[schlupf'unterdieDeck[get into bed]]
Outside the window.
Hellcat's radio suddenly started playing the very famous German "Lullaby".
It did not disturb people's dreams.
However.
This moment.
The tentacles that tentatively protruded from the black notebook retracted back into the notebook as if frightened by the sudden sound.
It was as if nothing had happened.
Quietness and peace returned to the room.
Maybe.
They are afraid of being discovered.
Don't want to be noticed.
The erosion of one world on another needs to be silent. Therefore, this force that has not yet developed and grown can only be retracted into the notebook used to hide itself.
Such behavior is obviously very strange.
It's as if there is some kind of evil that doesn't want to be discovered, using those bodies that may seem harmless, trying to hide its darker and deeper nature.
Nightmare World.
Marvel Universe.
Ian slowly opened his eyes. He once again completed the leap between universes, from his beloved DC
The universe came to Marvel Universe who probably loved him very much.
"You locked the invincible hook for me, and it didn't stop me from taking things to sneak across, Tie Secret Love." Ian's [Law of Secret Love] was still in effect, and he lowered his head and looked at Magic Book in his hand.
The name of this book was distorted and changed the moment it entered this world. From the original [Ian's Grimoire]
It became [Ian's Most Beloved Magic Book].
The time it takes to watch Ian is quite short.
But it seems that the essence has been learned. Of course, Ian will criticize such blatant behavior of stealing from others.
Then appropriately encourage the other party to keep up the good work.
He thinks that the change in the name of this book may be related to the illusion Minotaur Demon had when he experienced stowaway for the first time. Things like having a universe in the body are always easily misunderstood by Demons people.
"Don't worry, I'm not Dimension Demon God. Don't be afraid. I usually don't eat books, but I love books the most." Ian comforted her, and two sparkling love symbols immediately popped up on the surface of the book. They were bulging out from the eyeballs of the yellow smiley face on the cover. Ian used all her strength to push the hearts back.
"Damn it! Another crush!"
Ian had no time to bother with the books in his hands, because as soon as he raised his head, he saw Galactus, the once towering universe-level existence that had completely collapsed at this moment.
The sky once again became the color of countless dark clouds, like a curtain soaked with inferior dye, and Galactus, which had been falling extremely slowly before, was already lying flat on the ground.
The roar of metal breaking continued to be heard in the distance.
"I'm afraid someone tried to tell God of Cookery but accidentally forgot to call me!" Ian acted quickly.
Like an agile rabbit, it can jump dozens of meters high after running in two steps.
While comforting himself that he was still one level away from reaching perfection, he used [Ian's Victory Method] to pretend that he was flying. This was not cool. He remembered that there was a version of Superman in DC Universe that flew like this at the beginning.
Not to mention, it is indeed much faster than simply running on the snow or skating with your butt. As long as your head is strong enough, you can catch those street signs, iron railings on high buildings, etc. with both hands in time to use the force and throw yourself forward for a certain distance after your head hits it. This is the secret of Spider-Man.
Ian At this moment, I feel that I have learned everything by myself.
The closer to the city center.
Ian can see it more clearly.
Galactus—that cosmic-level entity that once towered into the clouds, now assumes a normal posture as it should be after a fart, with its huge body stretched across the horizon like a collapsed mountain range.
And.
It is being "dismembered".
Ian has always felt that few people know that Galactus is actually flesh and blood, some kind of super-universe human species, and is not born with a set of thick armor.
Now, countless soldiers and scientific researchers are crawling all over its body like ants.
That's a population of tens or even hundreds of thousands.
There are really a lot of them. Ian has never seen so many living people in this world. They are using laser cutters, quantum peeling machines and some things that look like black technology tools to dismantle Galactus's armor piece by piece. These black technology tools may not even be able to name DC Universe's top scientists.
"Plasma cutter, supernatural dividing machine---
As for why Ian recognizes some of the tools, it is of course because including the first few names mentioned, they are all the product of Ian guessing the names by looking at them with his mouth open.
Just making it up.
There is no intellectual content.
Anyway, it is a group of scientists who have been "resurrected" and are actually using technological creations to dismember the huge Galactus. This is really beyond Ian's understanding of technological creations.
"As expected of Omnissiah Tony!"
Ian sighed sincerely. He had already arrived near the area where Galactus fell. It was obvious that [Assemble Alliance] assisted this guy when he fell. Otherwise, with Galactus's head alone occupying the entire city center, this city and even the surrounding city should be smashed into rubble.
However, the area destroyed by Galactus was not large.
There are obviously external forces involved.
"This is still the state where I, Galactus, am about to starve to death." Ian turned somersaults in the sky, not even a thousand miles away,
But there must be one hundred and eighty meters.
He fell onto a damaged high-rise building outside the city center.
Look forward.
The being that once had nebulae above its head and galaxies under its feet was now lying in the broken city like a whale with its internal organs eviscerated. Its silver-purple armor was dismantled into pieces, revealing the pale skin underneath - yes, skin. At the seams of the torn armor, faint cyan blood vessels could be seen pulsing slightly.
A certain scientific research team even set up a temporary tent and held an academic seminar around a section of exposed nerve endings. Ian felt that these guys were serious lunatics.
"Gwen, Gwen, come and rate me! How much do I look like Spider-Man?" Ian saw an old acquaintance, so he threw himself into the air and landed directly on Galactus's head.
At this time.
Gwen was holding something in his hand, and it looked like he was about to accidentally fall to the ground.
"I got you!"
Ian was so happy.
Because he did something that Peter Parker seemed to never be able to do.
"Has Peter Parker been cloned? I can teach him, and I'll teach you how to do it." Ian directly pinched the back of Gwen's neck, and lifted Gwen, who had fallen, back to Galactus's head.
"Oh God, why is this crazy boy like you showing up again?" Gwen's neck almost curled up and she was slightly frightened, but at least her spine was not broken.
Ian still wins.
"Shouldn't it be Wonder Boy? I saved you, and you didn't say thank you, just call me the new version Spider-Man, but you actually slapped me down and called me a lunatic?"
Ian's eyes widened.
Extremely wronged.
Gwen patted Ian's hand hard, but she didn't see the boy let go of the back of her neck. She could feel that the other person's strength seemed to be growing explosively every time they met.
"Didn't you show me your mental illness certificate yourself?"
Speechless Gwen rolled his eyes.
"Oh, that's right."
Ian instantly stopped being aggrieved. Perhaps according to his Theory of Relativity, the grievance was probably transferred to Gwen. The girl who was pinched by Ian like a cat looked hopeless.
"Also, you didn't save me. Is there a possibility that I just wanted to jump down and fall to my death?" It's hard to imagine what kind of mental state Gwen must be in to say something so dismissive of life and death.
Maybe it's about efficiency?
She pointed at several huge square machines not far away, which were continuously "printing" new bodies - flesh, bones, and uniforms were all ready to be molded in five seconds.
"Oh, okay."
If Ian realized something, he looked at Gwen's hand, which was wearing a special glove, allowing Gwen to hold a golden Infinity Stones that symbolized spiritual power.
"Did you steal it from me, Galactus?"
Ian looked around, and found that Galactus's head was intact, and he couldn't find any place to pick out the gem. In other words, there were two caves on the face of Galactus that they stood at their feet that could be explored.
It's the nostril.
Not even the mouth.
Because Galactus's mouth is very closed.
"This is called retrieval - put me down quickly. The energy and resources are limited. This glove of mine won't last long." Gwen There are indeed signs of cracks in the glove in his hand.
"Oh, okay."
Ian also doesn't like to be a disservice.
He carried Gwen to the edge of Galactus's head. He let go slightly, and Gwen fell directly and fell into a shape that is rarely seen in many versions of Spider-Man's story.
After all, he landed on his face.
It doesn't fit in with the beautiful visual design of "Death to Death".
"This thing shouldn't break."
The staff not far away hurried forward and stored the Soul Stone in a container.
At the same time.
A few seconds later, another machine opened with a "ding" sound, and the brand new Gwen came out, patted the non-existent dust on the uniform, and even pinched the back of his neck, which no longer felt uncomfortable.
"No, have you ever been a superhero? You just mess around with some operations and take it for granted?" Gwen pointed at the back of his neck, "Which superhero have you ever seen who saves people here?!"
She was very helpless.
I think Ian needs guidance.
However.
"Anyway, that's how my dad caught me. He's the most powerful superhero in our area. That's why I followed his example."
Ian's Super Brain can always come up with the most reasonable excuses for him.
Gwen opened her mouth, suddenly speechless. She had seen rich second-generation Pindad compete for sports cars, prestigious schools, and even superpowers, but she had never seen Pindad's track turn into a superhero area.
Superhero dad?
Super second generation?
This touches on Gwen's knowledge blind spot.
"I don't believe your father would teach you how to save people like this." In desperation, Gwen could only judge Ian's behavior according to his own professional level, which was definitely not a formal way of saving people.
"You don't have Bio-field, you don't understand." In response, Ian just shook his head, "Also, this is not what my father taught me, but I was deeply affected by it."
"Of course, you can also call it the shadow of childhood. After all, childhood without childhood shadow is not perfect. Just like if the elderly do not reflect on their children's education, they will be easily affected by Alzheimer's disease. You see,
A win-win situation, I have a perfect childhood and my dad will have a perfect old age."
"I believe that reflection on children's education in the future can help them prevent Alzheimer's disease from time to time." After wearing the Batman suit, people who have been affected by Batman are like this. They will have far-sightedness that others cannot understand. Ian's words every word made Gwen's eyes get wider and wider.
The logic sounds like it is something like that.
But the more I think about it, the weirder it becomes.
"What are you talking about-"
Gwen was not as successfully persuaded by Ian as Madison was. She just felt that her language organization ability was difficult to refute, but she still understood deep down that there was a big problem with Ian's logic.
As for what the problem is.
Then you have to go back and let Tony analyze it.
Only Tony can clearly tell her what kind of filial son this is, and only Tony's true wisdom can deal with this extremely evil boy.
No.
Sometimes Tony seems to be silenced, but that must be just because a large amount of Tony's computing power is occupied. Now that part of the computing power is released, it will definitely be able to do it with ease!
Gwen's heart is filled with faith in the wise Tony God.
"The body you want, Tony, has been prepared for you. Maybe you can go find him now." Gwen doesn't want to be disturbed by Ian. After all, she has to pick up the last Infinity Stones later.
Today.
The entire universe will usher in its most important moment.
If it weren't for what Tony said before, Gwen actually wanted to arrest Ian, at least temporarily lead him to another place. After all, she really didn't want anything to happen at such an important moment.
[Higher than me, higher than you, higher than this base, higher than everything.] To this day, neither Gwen nor Betty can figure out the meaning behind Tony's words.
"Is it Sentry? Or Omni-Man?"
Ian also has no interest in dissecting gods. He is more concerned about the power he can obtain. As soon as Gwen mentioned the corpse, his eyes suddenly lit up like light bulbs.
"Both."
Gwen pushed a bicycle out of a box next to it. It is hard to imagine that Galactus has the technological means to dismember Galactus's body, yet he still has to rely on this somewhat primitive form of transportation to travel.
Don't know why.
Of course.
Ian is not curious about this question at all now, "Okay, okay! As expected of my mentor Tony, the God of Wanji!" Ian suddenly became excited, and his title made Gwen's eyes circle with anger, wondering if he had missed something.
He wanted to speak but stopped.
After all, Gwen still didn't ask.
"Wait for me.
Although Omni-Man and Sentry have occupied Ian's brain, he still did not forget what he came here to do. Under the gaze of Gwen, he quickly got into Galactus's nostril.
After a while.
"What have you been doing?"
The confused Gwen saw Ian walking out with a happy face.
"High-end adventures often involve entering the most primitive caves. Don't ask, asking is just for children - it's not suitable for girls." Ian wiped his hands with a tissue.
He just went to pay homage to Super Brain of Galactus.
Your evaluation is not as good as yours.
[You have come into contact with an unknown extraordinary substance, and a new career template has been unlocked. You can obtain a revised extraordinary career by completing the necessary conditions for the career - Entropy Annihilation Lord.]
Of course.
This is the real purpose of Ian.
The harvest can even be said to have exceeded Ian's expectations. He mentioned that Galactus's [Sentry Rise] comic has not even been released yet, but the career template has still been unlocked very smoothly.
Something strange?
Ian looked at his career panel.
[Writer LV2[3/20]]
Maybe it's not so strange.