Kamar-Taj Library.
Dust slowly falls in the beam.
"This book"
Stephen Strange wiped away the heavy dust on the table with his sleeves, revealing the ancient rune carvings underneath. He carefully placed the luminous golden ancient book in the center.
A faint light illuminated the medical doctor's frown.
<Ian's Grimoire>
The title of the book shimmered in the dim light.
Breathing as if alive.
"Ian Ian's Grimoire-I'm afraid this is really not a coincidence." Doctor Strange murmured in a low voice, his fingertips lightly scratched the cover, and the book glowed, which was something he had never encountered before.
This book has been sealed for many years.
It has existed in the library since the birth of Kamar-Taj.
However.
It had never given off a golden light before today. One accident and another occurred at the same time. Doctor Strange, who is familiar with various mystery novels, believes that this is definitely not just a coincidence.
"According to my irresponsible bastard teacher, the origin of this book cannot be traced, but it is at least two thousand years old. It was discovered together with our Kamar-Taj's inherited magic weapon."
Doctor Strange opened his collar and pulled out an ancient pendant - it was a small metal disc inlaid with emerald green gems, with the same runes etched on the surface as Magic Book's title page. Time Stone was sealed in a container, and was being held by Doctor Strange in his hand. There was a faint green light inside.
"Because of this book, it is called Eye of Ian. There are rumors that it is a magic weapon that exists in ancient high latitudes." Doctor Strange has read almost all of Kamar-Taj's books more than once over the years. Because of this, he will have familiar memories when he recalls the name Ian.
"Ian, Ian's Grimoire, Ian's magical eye."
The murmuring started again.
Time Stone flickered slightly in the container, reflecting Doctor Strange's pensive face. He felt as if he was possessed by Sherlock Holmes at the moment, and his brain began to connect clues while running rapidly.
1. The boy knew about the existence of Sorcerer Supreme, but knew nothing about the modern magic system.
2. The boy mentioned Dimension Demon God, Dormammu and Cyttorak, names that no one knows.
3. The opponent's powerful magic talent makes even Sanctum Sanctorum surrender to it.
This moment.
Doctor Strange's pupils shrank sharply, feeling that he might have really realized something.
"He is an ancient existence that has awakened from a deep sleep!" Doctor Strange's pupils shook violently, as if suffering from retinopathy, and his fingers tapped on the table unconsciously.
"Yes, maybe that's why he seems so contradictory. He clearly knows about mages but yet makes me feel that he is ignorant of the magical world."
"In fact, I may be the only one who is ignorant. What he has been telling me is probably an ancient secret, a true history that has been submerged in the long river of time!"
"What Dimension Demon God, Lord Demons, he is expressing his identity in a subtle way, and testing me, testing the only Sorcerer Supreme of this generation who may pose a threat to him!"
Think of this.
Doctor Strange was shocked.
The rhythm of his tapping on the table became faster and faster. The temperature of the library seemed to drop a few degrees. Doctor Strange's breath condensed into white mist in the cold air.
It could also be that Doctor Strange is confused.
After all.
Looking back and thinking based on this speculation, Stephen Strange, a top expert in the medical field, also used his IQ beyond Superman to realize that he may have leaked information that cannot be leaked.
"My answer is equivalent to telling him that there are no more Demons and Dimension Demon God in this world. He has become the only surviving demon god after some kind of shocking incident!"
Doctor Strange felt that he had connected all the clues. Sure enough, the mystery novels he had read over the years were not in vain. He even connected Ian's behavior of finally pushing him down and leaving "arrogantly" - didn't this mean that Sorcerer Supreme, who had no backer, was no longer taken seriously by the other party?
That act of abducting the delivery girl!
It just shows how arrogant you can do whatever you want!
"This is amazing!"
Doctor Strange were all shocked by their own reasoning. Was there really such a time in the past that was like a legendary story? Was there really a glorious era when mages could obtain magic power without working hard?
"It's no longer time for me to envy those mages. If Demons and demon gods really existed in this world, does this mean that boy--"
Doctor Strange's fingertips trembled.
His Adam's apple rolled.
"That boy is the legendary evil villain who only exists in stories?" What a strange word, but it made Doctor Strange take his breath away and send chills down his spine.
Stop talking about him.
His teacher, Master Ancient One, may have never encountered such a thing. Sorcerer Supreme is already at the pinnacle of spiritual practice. He lives a life of eating and sleeping every day for who knows how many generations.
Say something nice and cheat some living expenses on the street. This is Sorcerer Supreme's daily routine. As a result, a living ancient threat actually appears now?
"Am I the only one who can prevent disaster?"
Unprecedented emotions arose in Doctor Strange's heart. Uneasiness and excitement were intertwined in his veins. He felt that his empty life might finally have the meaning it should have.
"Will I be a hero?"
Doctor Strange feels that his pores are gradually opening. He is not a person who likes to sacrifice himself for others, but his boring life finally has a hard-won ripple.
How can you not catch it?
"He said he was going to Stark Tower!"
At this moment, the passionate Doctor Qi felt that his mind was more active than ever before, and he predicted one evil plan after another that could be brewed by Stark Industries.
He knows.
It's time for you to do something.
Cloak of Levitation flew automatically and was draped on the shoulders of this responsible man. He grabbed the Time Stone pendant and hung it on his chest.
He stood up and ran towards the door.
However.
After more than ten seconds, Doctor Strange returned.
"Thank you. No wonder my bastard teacher said that I am the smartest Sorcerer Supreme in history."
He kissed the book <The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes>. If he had not read this book, he felt that he would not have such a logical way of thinking like Sherlock Holmes.
"Now, you are my Watson."
Doctor Strange patted the cloak on his back and ran towards the door again - his figure disappeared outside the door. He even forgot to close the library door due to his overly active thinking.
The breeze blew by, and the door shaft turned silently and slowly closed.
"Pah."
An old hand gently pressed on the door panel, completely closing the gap.
"Hey~"
A deep sigh followed.
"This is simply too clever." Some hunched old man stood in the quiet library, with the cuffs of his yellow robe hanging down. He was the bastard teacher that Doctor Strange remembered.
Previous generation Sorcerer Supreme.
Ancient One.
"Those who have never been severely beaten will always need to experience some setbacks." Ancient One's bald head glowed with a warm luster under the candlelight, and there was a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth.
In the library, the dust settled again, as if time was flowing extremely slowly here. He walked slowly towards the center of the room,
The self-light is locked on the book <Ian's Grimoire>.
"I have studied it for eight hundred years, and there is not even a single piece of magic in it. After working on it for a long time, the owner of the book doesn't know magic at all." Ancient One put the golden book back on the bookshelf.
"Our Sorcerer Supreme will help me figure out what's going on."
"However, I have to be on guard against him. Don't really believe my nonsense and think that after death, he can go to heaven and earth and travel around the world to become a free wandering soul in the astral world."
Ancient One walked to a hanging hemp rope in a murmur, raised his hand and retied the dead knot into a live buckle, and pulled it twice to confirm that it could not be hung. Deadman He felt a little relieved.
"I have to entrust him with a dream tonight, telling him that he has not found a successor, and even dying bravely in battle will not count." Ancient One said to himself, and his figure gradually disappeared into this deserted room.
"You still want to borrow the power of others, huh, the mage has to rely on himself - even a great existence like Eternity cannot be relied on." The remaining pods of Ancient One slowly disappeared in the room.
He is an entity.
I just left my hometown again.
New York.
Over Manhattan.
Ian bounced between buildings like a human-shaped cannonball.
Of course someone will witness his behavior.
"Ah ah ah, look, there is a person jumping in the sky! Is he a rabbit man?" From time to time, exclamations would come from the streets below.
"Oh, my God, he must be delivering food."
A girl pointed to the sky and exclaimed.
"This is really amazing. If I had the same ability as him, I can't even imagine how much tips I could earn in a day." The girl's boyfriend sighed with envy.
He is probably also a delivery boy.
"Can you be a little more ambitious? How can you deliver takeout if you have such ability? You should go to Mexico to transport souvenirs. The price of avocados there is very expensive here."
The girl severely reprimanded her boyfriend for his short-sightedness.
Her boyfriend looked ashamed.
"You're right, I can actually go to Cuba to transport cigars."
This really made my boyfriend fantasize about it.
"Reselling tobacco? Isn't that a little too bad?"
The girl really started to worry about her boyfriend's character.
Otherwise, it's not like one family doesn't enter the same house.
Both of them are quite good at fantasizing.
What is gratifying is that no one called the police - the New York citizens of this world seem to have acquiesced that "jumping perverts in tights" are part of the city's supporting facilities.
Maybe.
Is it because excessive evil has never thrived in this world?
between jumps.
Ian has moved away from Sanctum Sanctorum.
"Don't move, you are making my shoulder feel uncomfortable." On Ian's shoulder, Gwen Stacey was like a cat with hairy hair, grabbing Ian's back collar with a speechless expression on her face.
She was being carried like a bag of cement by Ian.
Head down.
When you open your eyes, you can only see Ian's well-developed buttocks.
"My dad is a policeman! His marksmanship is very accurate! Please put me down quickly!" Gwen yelled through gritted teeth, his voice broken into pieces by the oncoming strong wind.
"I'm doing business, but you still asked me to help you." Ian turned a corner in mid-air very considerately, so that the bird poop that was supposed to be eaten by Gwen only stuck to Gwen's cheek. He didn't need Gwen to say thank you, after all, this time he was a little bit unjust.
If the time for return wasn't really coming soon, Ian wouldn't have adopted such a direct approach.
"My dad will really put you in jail!" Gwen took the toilet paper handed over by Ian and wiped his cheeks.
While still not giving up, they continued to put pressure on Ian.
"Don't make trouble, Pin Daddy is boring. I have grown up a few hours now and am past the age of Pin Daddy. I will no longer show off to you what a great superhero my dad is."
Ian pinched the back of Gwen's neck with his other hand seriously.
Gwen immediately shrank his neck.
"No, no, wait, why do I feel that this scene seems familiar?" Gwen, who reacted subconsciously, was confused and couldn't understand this indescribable feeling.
heard her words.
Ian's golden pupils shook slightly.
"That's because even though the bond between us has been broken, I am still giving you guidance." Ian is indeed deliberately testing how to trigger Gwen's soul memory.
"Look, I guarantee Spider-Man can't do this."
He suddenly bent his knees and exerted his strength.
The whole person once again jumped up a lot from a height of more than ten floors, pinched the bird that just sprayed feces, and then stuffed it to Gwen on his shoulder as his body fell.
"Isn't this considerate enough? Do you regret not choosing me to be the new version of Spider-Man?" Ian once again landed on the top of a high tower, privately looking around to find the whereabouts of Stark Tower.
Gwen didn't feel Ian's thoughtfulness. She directly let go of the culprit of her attack, "Little madman! Didn't you just say that I begged you to be the new version of Spider-Man?"
She blurted out her question with suspicion and confusion. She didn't know the reason for it. Apart from the anxiety of being "kidnapped", Gwen didn't seem to be afraid of the high-altitude environment.
It's impossible to be calm.
"Pet spray." Ian rolled his eyes when he heard this.
"Normal people should continue to question why I carried out the kidnapping, but you care about who asked who to be Spider-Man. No wonder you can sit at the same table with Tony in your mental state."
His words left Gwen speechless.
Although a little confused, the red temperature is still normal at red temperature.
"I have questioned you dozens of times!" She emphasized in a loud tone. Ian turned a deaf ear and just used her super vision to scan the distant buildings.
in the city.
There are several tallest buildings.
But they have nothing to do with Stark Tower.
"That's weird!"
Ian Remember that Stark Tower should be very conspicuous.
"Where is Stark Tower?"
He asked local Gwen.
"What makes you think that I will still help you after you kidnapped me?" Gwen hugged Ian's neck, closing his eyes tightly and showing a sneer.
Ian nodded and agreed with Gwen's words. However, this does not mean that he has no countermeasures. "Let's not talk about bonds. You don't want me to ask for directions because I'm lost, right?"
"Maybe eventually we will travel to every corner of the city." He knew that Gwen was an excellent student and knew how to mentally calculate the probability of meeting an acquaintance.
"Who did you learn to be so mean?"
Gwen is really shocked. This threat is obviously very effective.
"My Uncle Batman."
Ian lowered his voice.
"He's definitely not a good person!"
Gwen didn't know who the person Ian mentioned, but this did not affect her tone of voice, "Damn it, you are playing psychological warfare with me. Stark Industries is over there!"
Gwen finally gave in.
Pointed the way for Ian.
She didn't know why she felt more and more familiar with such a humiliation in her heart, but he knew that he shouldn't go out today, otherwise he wouldn't encounter this damn nemesis again!
Huh?
Why should I use another word?
Gwen is confused.
And at this time.
After getting the specific direction, Ian immediately jumped up, and the air flow blew away Gwen's rabbit ear woolen hat. Fortunately, she quickly raised her hand and grabbed her hat back.
"Of course I know a little bit about psychology. After all, I have a lot of experience." Ian ate a mouthful of hair, so he replied a little late. He spat out Gwen's hair frantically, feeling aggrieved.
"You must not have washed your hair today!"
His voice was deafening.
Gwen's silence is also sonorous and powerful.
There was no kidnapping, and he fell directly into an awkward mood. In this way, Ian got a moment of silence, and he kept jumping between buildings.
A few minutes later.
Two people draw a perfect parabola.
Finally, it landed with a crash on the square in front of Stark Tower. The place is not very wide, and the building is only the height of a normal building. It is no wonder that Ian is difficult to distinguish.
"Boom~"
Ian's high-altitude landing lacked the proper family tradition.
The floor tiles beneath his feet were shattered in a radial pattern.
However.
The moment he landed, Gwen only felt a slight bump. The comfort on Ian's shoulders made Gwen feel like Ian had a luxury version of the shock-absorbing system in his body. Even the impact when he landed was resolved just right - this may be attributed to Ian's absolute control of muscles and strength in the state of permanent certification.
"Arrived."
Ian put Gwen down.
Gwen, who tried to attribute the "shock-absorbing" effect to his own chest fat, stepped back on the ground.
She still hasn't come back to her senses.
"What are you doing?"
Gwen looked at Ian who was squatting on the ground in confusion.
"Although according to the merits I have accumulated, I don't have to pay any compensation, but who makes me very qualified." Ian placed three hundred dollars under the broken floor tiles.
And a note saying whoever picked it up will be responsible for repairing the floor tile.
Three hundred dollars, as long as you don't touch Commissioner Smith, it even includes labor time fees. That's what it means to be conscientious. As for whether others are conscientious or not, it has nothing to do with Ian's conscience.
"Huh? Compensation for damage to public property? I don't believe you have this kind of consciousness." Gwen seemed very surprised and looked up and down at Ian who stood up again.
"I can't help it. Who told me that this is the world I created? It deserves me to show my qualities." Ian clapped his hands and turned towards the entrance of Stark Tower.
"We have fast forwarded to the point where you are God. If you believe you, you will have eternal life, right? Do you want to build a huge statue of yourself in the center of the city next?"
When Gwen saw Ian walking towards the door, he immediately opened his legs and followed closely.
After all, we have come.
She also wanted to know how she was familiar with Ian. It was as if she had forgotten something. If she didn't understand that weird feeling, she might not be able to sleep tonight.
"It's better to be higher than Statue of Liberty, thank you." Ian's steps were fast, and the glass door of Stark Tower immediately slid open silently after sensing their approach.
There are no security guards, no security checks, not even a reception robot. There are two beautiful girls at the front desk.
But the pretty girl just glanced at Ian and the guilty Gwen.
Nothing happens.
Ian walked straight towards the elevator.
Gwen follows closely behind.
"Are you a shareholder of Stark Industries?"
She chased Ian into the elevator with an incredible expression on her face. This was a luxury elevator. The interior of the car was completely wrapped in leather, and even the handrails were made of polished mahogany.
Gwen saw a sign for managers outside.
"I am a shareholder of your world. Now I want to ask the CEO who planned this world what tricks he did in the planning plan."
Ian pressed the button on the top floor of the elevator.
The elevator door slowly closed and it climbed upwards quickly.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Gwen felt that she should not understand what Ian said, but she had a contradictory feeling that she did. Such an absurd mood made her feel more and more confused.
"Ding~"
It wasn't Ian's system that rang, but the elevator reached the top floor. As the elevator opened, the young girl who had endured too much today realized that there was actually the president's office outside the elevator.
"Do you still have this authority?"
Gwen was shocked.
Did she know that in a large company like Stark Industries, different floors require different permissions. For example, there are basically only a few people who are qualified to arrive on the floor where the president is located.
"You also said you are not a shareholder of Stark Industries! Liar!" Gwen stared at Ian in surprise. She didn't understand why Ian had such group authority.
But I can't find where Stark Industries is at all.
"I tell at least 20% of the truth every day, how can I be a liar?" Ian silently glanced at Gwen. He just tried to see if his "special authority" was still there.
The results of this test did not disappoint Ian. Regardless of whether it was teacher Tony or the authority given by Creator, the other party still did not completely clear up the situation.
He can still obtain some special rights of passage by scanning his face.
"Okay, there are still twenty minutes left. I have to find a way to use you to awaken Tony's memory." Ian walked out of the elevator, and outside was a luxurious and exaggerated office.
The Persian carpet was woven with gold threads, an entire wall of glass wine cabinets displayed whiskeys of exaggerated vintages, and the pure gold globe on the desk sparkled in the sun.
Full of flavor of the nouveau riche.
"Where is Jarvis? Is Jarvis here?" Seeing that the office was empty, Ian spoke to a surveillance camera,
He remembered that Stark Industries had Tony's beloved artificial intelligence everywhere.
This may also be the reason why there is no security guard at the gate.
"Who is Jarvis?"
Gwen looked around.
She didn't seem to agree with the office owner's taste.
"Jarvis? I want to find your boss."
Ian jumped up and knocked the camera on the head.
The camera didn't respond.
The person who responded was the toilet on the left side of the office. The toilet flushed, the toilet door opened, and a bright bald head poked out.
"Jarvis has been dead for many years, including my best friend Howard. Now, I am the boss here." The bald man slowly walked out of the toilet while wearing a luxurious Hermès belt.
Seeing this man, Ian's jaw almost dropped to the carpet, and his brain seemed to freeze up.
"Ah? How could it be you? Iron Monger!" Ian was really confused. Even with his wisdom, he had never expected the scene before him.
"Well, his name should be Obadiah Stani." Gwen couldn't help but feel a little nervous when he saw the big shot that he could only see on TV, and hid behind Ian.
As a descendant of a police family, she knows very well what illegal intrusion is, "Little madman, you are not here to recognize your relatives, are you? Are you a descendant of the Stark family?"
This is probably the only reasonable explanation that Gwen can think of.
She obviously watches the eight o'clock soap opera every night.
"I am Obadiah Stani, not Iron Monger. Your little girlfriend is more knowledgeable than you." The bald man Obadiah walked towards his luxurious desk.
"I'm not his girlfriend, I'm the hostage he held." Gwen quickly denied it. This was also an opportunity for himself to create a post-facto argument and allow the police and the court to give him a wide berth.
"Aren't you the navigator I captured?"
Ian turned around and glanced at Gwen, who was extremely thief-like.
"So, now that my value has been used up, there is no bond between us, right? I have become a navigator, right?" Gwen wanted to scold the guy but she found that she couldn't remember the word.
"Damn, what happened to me."
Gwen covered his forehead and felt many fragments emerging.
"Throw it away after use, men are like that---" Obadiah chuckled and joked, applying skin care cream with both hands, and looked at Ian and Gwen with curious eyes.
"Obviously I don't know you. Normally, you shouldn't have permission to enter my office." Obadiah picked up the phone, as if he wanted to dial the number and ask the front desk.
He didn't look nervous or defensive.
"This little lunatic came to see Tony·Stark. He kept muttering something about Tony·Stark." Gwen spoke for Ian when Ian frowned and looked around.
Her words made Obadiah stunned for a moment.
"Are you looking for Tony?"
Obadiah put down the phone in his hand.
He was thoughtful.
"Tony, is this your guest?"
Obadiah asked an Mike wind.
"Yes, sir."
A familiar voice sounded. The next moment, something unexpected happened. Tony appeared, but he still appeared as a full-system projection.
Ian was stunned.
Holographic Tony just glanced at him, then turned towards Obadiah.
"This is Mr. Ian from ATF. We have some sensitive business involving Stark Industries that we need to discuss."
His words surprised Obadiah.
"This Imp is not yet an adult!"
Obadiah looked at Ian with a very strange look. Many people only know that the IRS in the United States is very powerful, but few people know that ATF and the IRS are actually giants.
Most companies will have some fear of these two departments.
"Who said I'm underage?"
Ian wanted to take out Psychic Card, but he forgot that he didn't bring it. Holographic Tony saw this and immediately defended Ian. He lowered his voice and spoke to Obadiah.
"Hereditary, that's what it is."
A very reasonable sentence.
Obadiah suddenly realized.
His attitude immediately became enthusiastic.
"Let me just say, in that case, I'll leave this place to you. You can drink as much wine as you like. There's also a room that I personally built. You'll like the props in it."
He blinked at Ian, and left the office without doubting his presence. It wasn't until the elevator door closed, showing that the floors continued to descend, that Ian and Gwen withdrew their gazes.
"What props room?" Gwen was so curious that he went to explore the side room. He hadn't even taken two steps.
Ian grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her back.
"Damn! What's going on? Why is my neck so sensitive?" Gwen felt like a cat, having a stress reaction. She was "imprisoned" by Ian with the desk, coffee table and sofa.
"What happened, then you have to ask him." Ian looked at Holographic Tony, "Are you dead? Why did it become like this again? The company was robbed by Obadiah?"
Ian didn't know whether Tony remembered him, so he started greeting her with "quiet words". Holographic Tony didn't look angry about this.
"Howard·Stark has never had a child. There is only one artificial intelligence created with a lifetime of hard work, which is me - Tony·Stark."
His words can be said to be endless without being shocking.
Once again, Ian was greatly shocked by Marvel.
"????"
Ian's face is filled with question marks, and he feels like he is about to become a white man with a question mark face.
"So, let me get this straight, are you saying that Tony·Stark—that playboy, billionaire, philanthropist, and genius inventor has never been a living person in this universe?"
This fact is indeed somewhat beyond Ian's imagination.
He is also a writer.
But he wouldn't even write such a ridiculous plot.
"If the Tony·Stark you are talking about refers to me, then I can answer you that I have indeed never lived. I am the companion created by Howard for his wife after her miscarriage."
"At least at first."
Holographic Tony nodded and responded to Ian's question.
Ian opened his mouth, but was unable to re-establish an effective language system. His mind was filled with conceptual creatures like "Grass Mud Horse" rushing past.
This unfolding is so fucking ridiculous! At this moment, Gwen, who was squatting behind his desk, suddenly said, "He has already lost his soul from the very beginning."
"So in the new world, he will not have a second chance." After saying this, even Gwen himself was shocked,
She covered her mouth in disbelief.
"Huh?"
Ian's pupils shook and he looked at Holographic Tony.
"Is that so?"
Some confusion appeared on Holographic Tony's face, "Since I was born, there is a piece of information in my core that even Howard doesn't understand. I think this is what I leave for you."
Said.
He showed some of his stored data.
That's a video.
in the screen.
The background is still the underground base.
"Where is this?"
Gwen wanted to ask, but Ian covered his mouth with his hand. I saw the familiar Digital Tony inside turned around, as if facing the camera that was recording the information.
"When you see this message, everything must be going very smoothly." Digital Tony said in a calm tone.
Ian couldn't help but feel the difference in understanding between humans and the brain.
No wonder there is Machine Uprising.
This is no longer a matter of different views, right?
"What kind of success is this?"
Ian thought of everything he encountered today and didn't have much energy to complain. Perhaps, Digital Tony seemed to have predicted his question and actually continued to speak in the video.
"You may have doubts, but this is normal. The world you are facing now is not the result of my deliberate adjustments.
It is an inevitable beginning. It belongs to the universe we have re-created, but it has not gone through all the processes required for a universe to develop to what it is today."
"People and things, good and evil, they will be chaotic for a period of time, but they will gradually settle down in the end, and this process cannot be accurately simulated using data calculations."
There is a lot of information in this sentence.
Ian's brain is running rapidly - one by one - and still running.
Digital Tony may have seen the computing limit of Ian, "You just need to know that if you still want to continue to get the kind of help similar to what Omni-Man and Sentry can bring you."
"Then what you have to do is help the world get back on track - at least what you think is on track, which will eventually become a benchmark and evolve the new Multiverse center."
Digital Tony looks like an NPC giving out quests
There was no emotion in his tone.
I don't know if I'm trying to hide something.
Ian always feels that this world still has a little bit of Tony's private goods mixed in.
"You can't justify not giving me a new career [Marvel Nanny], right?"
Ian probably understands what Tony means, which is to help all heroes get back on track. Perhaps this is his new way to obtain the professions contained in those heroes.
He doesn't have to think about how Tony calculated this.
Omnissiah Tony.
Of course, he has a bit more wisdom than Super Intelligence.
"No, are you really discussing creation?" As Ian released her hand, Gwen was finally able to speak again. The expression on her face was as horrifying as if she had seen a ghost.
Ian ignored Gwen.
He looked at the time.
Some anxiously wanted to ask Tony in the video why he chose him. But the video was already at the end, and Digital Tony made an apologetic expression to Ian.
"Listen, this is how the world should be - sunshine, coffee, damn traffic jams, annoying reporters - even all the shit we're always complaining about."
"It shouldn't be a ruin, it shouldn't be the end. So - let's rewrite its ending together."
"I've done everything I can, I'm sorry, I'm too far away from home and there's no way of coming back,
Therefore, I will no longer be able to provide you with help in the future."
Digital Tony, who looked slightly melancholy, lowered his head.
"This was doomed from the beginning, and it is also the ending that I have accepted. After all, if someone must sacrifice,
It's better if I do it one by one to save others from screwing it up."
"It's dawn and the world is still turning. That's enough."
His image began to blur.
The image eventually disappears.
Finally ends.
"That's not me."
Holographic Tony opening.
"We all know that he is not you. He is so handsome than you."
Ian responded with mixed emotions.
Hear the words.
Holographic Tony has no negation.
He just looked directly at Ian, with data flowing in his eyes.
"However, I will also provide you with all the help I can. This is the highest instruction given to me by Howard - his subsequent upgrades to me are all to welcome the recipient of this video." Holographic Tony said, which can be regarded as an explanation for why he had previously provided cover for Ian.
Not because of the legacy of Digital Tony.
But because of this man Howard·Stark.
"Huh?"
Ian looked at the unfamiliar teacher Tony, his eyes swaying slightly. His wisdom could not figure out Omnissiah Tony, but he felt that he could make some guesses about Howard.
Why did Howard give such instructions to Holographic Tony?
behind.
There must be a deep meaning!
As for what the deep meaning is, you have to think about it again and when you will figure it out. Ian feels that that time is the best time to slap your forehead and suddenly realize it.
"Then I have something to ask of you."
To be honest, Ian still had a lot of doubts in his heart. However, he looked at the clock and saw that there was only the last minute left before he could return to DC Universe.
"I need technology, a lot of technology, and some kind of ready-made black technology." This is the requirement of Ian, and in this regard, the new teacher Tony is the same as the old teacher Tony.
All requests are answered.
And it's really fast.
When the return bell rings.
Ian wakes up from his sleep.
He has returned with a full load.
"Where are the people!!"
When Gwen saw Ian disappearing in place, her brain instantly shut down. She felt that countless memories were beginning to emerge. She hugged her head in pain and squatted on the ground again.
"Ian said he left you the fare back."
The robot in the Holographic Tony control office handed the fifty-six dollars to Gwen.
"I-"
Gwen took a few deep breaths and stumbled towards the elevator without picking her up. After she left for a long time,
Only then did tiny golden sparks appear in the air in the office.
"Sorry, I took a shower and dressed up --- No, where is the person? I must have positioned myself correctly." The brand new Doctor Strange arrived belatedly.
The night outside the window was as thick as splashed ink, and occasionally a few stars struggled to shine through.
"Tonight is so scary."
Ian turned on the lamp in front of his desk. He had a lot of information to digest today, and he still had unresolved doubts. However, he could still enter the world of Marvel tomorrow night.
"Now, let me see New Tony's black technology." Ian first made a call using his old mobile phone. Sure enough, he would be blocked intermittently by that man at night.
Before.
Ian can only be furious about this.
But things are different now.
He took out his new mobile phone.
Of course.
The old mobile phone was not recycled, but was connected to the new mobile phone. No matter which teacher Tony's technology was used, Ian successfully got through the number that had blocked him.
"What's going on with you? Why can you hack into my phone?" The other party seemed to be beating someone, a villain was shouting, and the deep voice was panting.
"Don't underestimate the family's inheritance, Batman" Ian also lowered his voice. However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the other party with a voice that was countless times deeper.
"Speak humanly."
Batman's tone was warning.
"Uh, okay, actually it's because I also used my external brain and I wanted to see who is more powerful compared to my dad's external brain."
Ian is honest.
At least he thought he answered honestly.
"????"
Batman over there fell into silence.
It's just that the action of hitting people seems to be a little harder.
Gotham The villain's cry is very ferocious.
Very recognizable.
After all, the average urban villain has very little training, and the cry-hao's voice is definitely not as long--so much so that Ian couldn't stand it, so he pulled the phone slightly more than half a meter away from his ear.
He showed disgust.