The night in Gotham is always so dark, and Batman is the eternal flower language of this city. Ian on the other end of the phone listened to the roars of Gotham's weirdos, and couldn't help but frown and speak to Batman in a low voice.
"Is this Gotham-style father-son time? You Gotham people are really weird." His extraordinary hearing had already detected the strangeness contained in the messy background sound on the other end of the phone.
This may also be related to the excellent sound quality restoration of the mobile phone sent by Batman.
"Huh?" Batman didn't stop, but his voice still came through the phone, "Can the help you get also allow you to monitor me through the direction of the mobile phone?"
What a paranoid Gotham Weirdo.
Ian heard the sound of Batman disassembling the mobile phone for inspection.
"I'm just relying on Super Hearing to distinguish. Even if I don't hit people often, I can still hear the difference between hitting people with two hands and hitting people with four hands."
Ian believes that Batman will not grow four hands overnight. After all, Batman is not Pokémon. He will not evolve into Gotham's strange power just by drinking two more sips of Gotham's poisonous water.
There was no response from the other end of the phone, only the sounds of more intense fighting came. Ian could even imagine Batman taking action without mercy, while the children on the side were following suit.
Old Gotham The most authentic underworld may be to start from childhood.
"There are not many people who can help you. I will find who it is." Batman seemed to be tired. During the intermission, he held the phone and made a "guarantee" to Ian in his deep voice.
"I don't think you can find it."
Ian is very honest.
But Batman has never liked his honesty.
"We'll wait and see."
After Batman spoke confidently, he immediately hung up the call with Ian - but found that he couldn't hang up, and he fell into a breathless silence again.
People who use too much technology breathe like this.
Ian is not surprising.
And Batman seems to be able to vent his anger only on the villain who thinks the "game" is over.
We still don't know who this poor villain is.
"Liars, they are all liars. Heaven will obviously not send Cherry Blossom Rain when you are angry!"
"Joker mistaken me!"
Before Batman took off the battery and crushed the phone, Ian could only hear this unnamed villain,
He was crying to Batman in a voice like a broken dream.
So that's it.
"I just said that Gotham people are silent when they are beaten. It turns out that they cry just because their dreams were broken." Ian suddenly understood and regained the stereotype of Gotham.
"The petals are obviously Iris, but they don't read my book seriously at first glance. Such fans are simply inferior fans." Ian put away the magical Black Box that New Tony gave to himself.
The moonlight outside the window spilled in through the gaps in the curtains.
Draw a silver line on the floor.
He stared at the light in a daze for a while, and did not continue to work on the manuscript. After all, he had already gained the ability, and people naturally slacked off, just like some online writers who would disappear for a day or two after receiving the royalties.
Of course.
Ian is not such a dirty author.
But being a little lazy is still a career fate that he cannot escape.
"Speaking of professions, I remember that I should have a new profession that I haven't unlocked yet." Ian pressed the alcohol bottle, squeezed out some disinfectant and wiped his hands and face.
This is to avoid losing face and encountering deceptive job transfer conditions.
Start today.
He has to give a little more trust to metaphysics. Of course, he also has to trust science, so there is no bathing and changing of clothes. Wiping the whole body with alcohol is much purer than bathing and changing of clothes.
Done all this.
Ian then became popular - well, actually there was no such thing, he just opened his personal panel and switched to the career selection interface.
[New career unlocked]
[Current optional occupations: 1]
[Entropy Annihilation Lord: When the cloak raises the folds of space and time, and the scepter smashes the dimensional barriers, the entire world will be reduced to a footnote of its power in the elegy of entropic destruction.]
The only icon to be unlocked is constantly flashing. The name of the profession to be unlocked [Entropy Annihilation Lord] is very eye-catching.
The career introductions provided by the system always look so passionate.
"In fact, with such an introduction, it is better to set a grand goal, that is, to make Galactus become a pirated Ian." Ian tried to persuade his system to change the job introduction.
This way.
The moment came when Superman was called a pirated version of Ian.
He can throw all the blame on the system.
The plan is very good.
But the system was not fooled.
It maintained its usual cold attitude and had no response to all Ian's words.
"Boring."
Ian sighed, selected the option of [Entropy Annihilation Lord] and bound the profession. It was with [Savage Tyrant]
The profession also does not set any entry threshold for the third profession for Ian.
Some are just job transfer tasks triggered in place. With the confirmation of Ian, lines of text appeared in an instant,
It was extremely clear in the field of vision that only he could see.
[Conditions for job transfer: Stay hungry for 48 hours, and then eat metal minerals from any planet.]
Such job-changing conditions may seem a bit harsh, but in fact they are indeed very harsh, even for metals and minerals.
After all, the earth should be one of the balls among any planets.
However, the forty-eight hours of starvation was definitely the most tedious job transfer task that Ian had ever encountered. He had even felt the deep malice from Starving Planet Eater.
"I've seen the bad news, so the good news -" Ian looked at the countdown in the lower left corner of the field of vision. The countdown [43:32] above was obviously the good news.
The law of conservation of luck remains true as always.
The time he spent in Marvel Universe will also be counted in this hunger countdown. Of course, even so, Ian, who has always been greedy, also feels that this suffering is definitely the biggest challenge he has ever encountered in his life.
"I'm simply trying to starve you to death Lord Ian." Ian will try to talk to the system from time to time, not because he is lonely, but because he has been working on PUA's own system.
And.
I still have a lot of speculations about this system.
"You must be the Pangu machine equipped with the Grand Fortune Heavenly Venerable that hit me!" There was no response from the test. Ian, who had originally planned to go to the kitchen to eat something, could only lie back on the bed.
"Abyss Demon Bucket, it's your turn to guest star Abyss Speaker..." Ian couldn't sleep, so he asked Demon Head to sing a lullaby to him, but it turned out that this ghost's broken gong voice sang even worse than him.
"Ah~ah~ah~"
Demon Head sang with all his heart.
"Baby~break it into pieces~my dear~a little sacrifice~~~"
It began to roar with a voice worthy of a rusty door hinge.
"Damn it! What I want is a lullaby!" Ian didn't dare to block Demon Head's mouth with his own socks. After all, Demon Head, who had awakened some strange attributes, might think it was a reward.
"This is what the lullaby in Hell looks like."
After Demon Head listened to Ian's reprimand, the wrinkled cow's face was completely filled with grievances. It was hard to imagine that it was a cow who grew up listening to such things.
"Shut up, shut up."
Ian didn't dare to continue listening.
And at this time.
"Rock-a-byebaby, on the treetop
Outside the window.
Suddenly Hellcat's car music sounded, a classic United States traditional lullaby <Rock-a-Bye
Baby>, it may have been eavesdropping on what's going on in Ian's room.
The sound quality is great.
Comparable to vinyl records.
The competition between Demons and Demons is so unpretentious.
"This is just right."
Ian doesn't blame Hellcat for eavesdropping. He is very empathetic and knows how difficult it is for a hard-working dog licker. He has never been a dog licker, but he has several dog lickers in school.
At least Hellcat doesn't want to sleep with him, so he is willing to empathize with her.
"Great God Ian, I have already felt your Divine Power, it will definitely give me perfect singing ability." Demon Head is obviously unwilling to be robbed of attention.
He wants a second chance.
And the gift of Ian.
"Really?"
Ian was still tossing and turning and couldn't sleep. He couldn't help but think about whether teacher Tony had really become a thing of the past. Would there really be no man calling him Iron Man in the future?
We didn't know each other for long.
Speaking of feelings, they definitely don't have much feelings.
Simply because this is not what Ian wants to see Marvel Universe.
So.
The boy was a little bored.
"I feel that your magic power that belongs to the devil is not exuding much, but this must be you testing my ability to observe details." Demon Head opened his turbid eyes, thinking that they contained wit, and his voice was hoarse and awe-inspiring.
"Magic?"
Ian thought of what Tony said that he would become the [source] of an emerging force. He sat up from the bed and suddenly became energetic.
"So, what does it feel like to have magic?"
Since returning to DC, Ian has actually noticed some changes in himself, but he can't tell what kind of change it is. It's just that his head feels like a splash of water.
"Um, how does it feel to have magic power?" Demon Head was silent for a while, seeming to be racking his brains to think about how to explain the experience of extra dimensions to a human being.
Finally, it answered dryly.
"Maybe if you have enough magic power, you are full, and if you lack it, you are hungry?"
Minotaur Demon's words are the same as what he said.
"I really should give you a horse's mouth." He got out of bed, stepped on the cold floor with his bare feet, came to the desk, and turned on his desk lamp again.
The warm yellow halo carved out a small area in the darkness.
"If I remember correctly, this book is said to be able to create things that do not exist?" Ian still remembers what Prince of Hell said before he became "Spicy Prince" a snack.
He took out the book "Ian's Book of Creation" from behind his buttocks - the cover still had the chaotic cover, but there was a hint of golden brilliance on it.
"A greater source?"
Ian picked up the pen to draw. However, as soon as the pen tip touched the paper, the ink quickly dissipated as if it was wiped away by some invisible force. Ian frowned and tried again.
The result remains the same.
At this time.
Perhaps sensing Ian's dissatisfaction, a bold line of words suddenly appeared on the page:
<Ian's Misused Book of Creation>
Self-aware books also deliberately enlarge the font size, fearing that Ian would not be visible, so they threw it into their mouths and chewed it in anger. This is at least possible in this book.
"Huh? Did I use it wrong? It's just because you look wrong!" After Ian finished speaking, he saw that the name of <Ian's Misused Book of Creation> became <Self-Reflecting Ian's Book> again.
I have to say.
It is the fastest to give in.
I didn't say anything harsh even for a moment.
Ian feels very unfulfilled.
"You deserve to sit at the table with this head."
He closed the book with a snap, turned around and stuffed it into the cabinet where Demon Head was, "If you dare to give me a litter of Demons babies, I guarantee that something very, very bad will happen."
This is a precautionary measure.
After all, humans still don't know how Demonss reproduce.
"????"
Under the gaze of Demon Head and the book with bulging little eyes, Ian walked back to the bed. He rolled on the bed and lay down for two seconds before he lifted the quilt again and ran to the desk.
Didn't touch the old book.
Just take out a piece of ordinary drawing paper, spread it out, and flatten it.
"How will you know if you don't try." The brush turned in a circle on his fingertips. Ian stared at the blank paper and was silent for a while. Then he began to write.
One stroke, one stroke.
Touch the pen tip lightly to the paper.
When the first line fell, it seemed to awaken some long-dormant memory.
"At least, I tried my best."
Ian kept adjusting the brushes of different colors, and the outline of the red-gold armor gradually emerged, and the blue light of the arc reactor smudged on the paper. The light of the desk lamp reflected on the drawing paper, and the lines of mortals and steel were coated with a soft warm color.
It seems as if it will jump out of the page in the next second.
[You are creating, writer experience +1]
[You are creating, writer experience +1]
[You are creating, writer experience +1]
This is the story of Iron Man.
The night outside the window was dark, and occasionally the wind blew through the treetops, making a rustling sound. Ian did not stop writing and continued to sketch, as if the lines and shadows could find their own direction to extend.
Pen Draws the World.
Every stroke is a memory.
Every stroke is also a different kind of connection.
The boy stayed up all night.
Outside the window, the first ray of morning light penetrated the clouds and fell on the painting. As the light and shadow intertwined, Ian's career as a writer also ushered in another upgrade at this moment.
[Writer LV3[1/40]]
"No one knows how difficult it is for me to suppress my amazing talent. Don't let me down too much." Ian stopped writing and stopped working. After looking at the time, he grabbed a hard drive on the table.
This is what he brought back from the Marvel world.
The knowledge reserve of New Tony is not as good as that of teacher Tony. The scientific and technological information it provides are almost all military products. Without Tony·Stark, Stark Industries is a complete military enterprise.
Before the time is ripe.
Ian does not feel that he is qualified to manufacture military supplies.
It's not that he doesn't have relevant background, but he dares to say that he will start a company to manufacture weapons of mass destruction now, and his old father will definitely let him know what real weapons of mass destruction are.
That's what it's like when you're not an adult.
What else do you want to create when you become an adult?
"The invincible Ian spinning super invincible thunderbolt missile. Only after I fool Jonathan into becoming the legal person of my company can I have a chance to be used to illuminate the world."
Ian knows where to store something so precious.
"Dong dong dong~"
He knocked on the door of his parents' room, and after receiving a response, he opened the door. Under the watchful eyes of two clear eyes, he stepped inside and went straight under his parents' bed.
"Ian, what are you doing? Did you forget to say good morning?" Lois's head hung down from the bed, and his long hair fell to the ground and looked very messy.
She stared at Ian under the bed like a page.
"No, do you know how tiring it is to lay the floor?" The second head that poked out belonged to Clark, and his expression at this time was as confused as Lois.
The two of them just watched as Ian pried open the floor and stuffed a black hard drive in. Then, the young man who was well prepared began to repair the floor under the bed.
"I hope it wasn't a bomb."
Lois touched the bedside but could not find "Rational Potion".
"I just stocked up on some knowledge.
Ian responded honestly. His "laying the floor" work was carried out very quickly, and a special seal was attached to prevent Clark from inspecting it after he left.
[Whoever peeks will go out and step on Kryptonite and pig shit every day.] In fact, this is just an act of declaration. At least the parents of this family have always respected the privacy emphasized by the children.
"...
Clark and Lois turned their heads at the same time, staring at each other with their heads upside down, as if making eye contact, Clark asked instead of Lois.
"Is the knowledge you are talking about the kind of knowledge that we all understand, or the knowledge that Jonathan "inherited" to you?" Clark spoke carefully using extremely euphemistic words.
"Probably it's the kind of knowledge that can create a radiant world and make everyone radiate like the East China Sea and live longer than the night-blooming cereus." Ian crawled out from under the bed.
His American idiom is not standard.
So the two top students couldn't figure it out.
"What is he talking about?"
"If you can use Super Speed to help me get a bottle of wine, I will definitely understand." Lois and Clark just watched Ian stand up and run out of the room.
"Batman can't even steal my hard drive." Ian firmly believes this, because his father's private money is also hidden in the corner of the room, so Clark will definitely monitor it 24 hours a day.
This is the safest place in the world.
Kent Family people are very good at looking for their own Fortress of Solitude. Not only the younger son, Ian walked out of his parents' room and heard the sound of his second brother Jordan decorating the room.
Stupid Ou Doudou actually thinks that the soundproofing cotton in the whole house can deal with Superman's Super Hearing - what is this called? This is called uneducated and incompetent. This is what it looks like when you grow up without studying physics well.
GG said it can prevent Superman, Yangdan really believes it.
"It's just that the superheroes are bullied and dare not come forward to sue them." Ian lamented the capitalists' thieves. Before he could walk back to his room, he found his father standing in front of him.
"Why isn't my super vision activated---"
Ian really didn't react at all. He felt that Clark was even faster than before. This was not scientific at all. He even felt that it made no sense when talking about metaphysics.
"What happened to your eyes?"
Clark has long noticed the abnormality of Ian. Lois also said that Ian was playing with colored contact lenses, but only he could see clearly. There was no foreign matter in Ian's eyes at all.
Those bright golden eyes are the eyes of Ian.
"I'm awake again."
Ian began to tell the truth today.
Hear the words.
Clark suddenly became alert.
"What's awakening?" Not only did his expression change, but his face also changed - the poor old man had just gone to bed and slept for less than two hours.
He didn't want to cause any more misunderstandings.
No need to look back.
Clark had already sensed Lois leaning on the door frame.
The old father stared at Ian crazily.
It's really crazy.
You can go to Arkham for two days and wink.
"What I awakened is my potential belonging to Super Saiyan, do you know Super Saiyan? If you don't know, I will take the time to draw it for you tomorrow. As a warrior to maintain the peace of the universe, Saiyan of Nebula M78 usually projects his bloodline to qualified earthlings for various reasons."
"Of course, accepting this bloodline means that I will also have to deal with all kinds of little monsters invading the earth in the future." Ian received the hint signal that his father was about to be received by Pluto.
"Is that so?"
Lois was shocked by Ian's serious remarks.
"Of course it is!"
Clark's tone was firm and forceful. He didn't care whether he was a Saiyan or not, as long as he was not a Kryptonian, long live it. If he didn't understand, it didn't mean that he wouldn't stand firmly on Ian's side.
"I'm just fighting monsters, not turning into monsters. It doesn't sound that worrying?" Lois stared at Ian's golden eyes but didn't detect any bad signs.
"Well, this mutation of mine is very environmentally friendly. If you don't believe me, I can go downstairs and boil a pot of water for you."
Ian nodded. He was still very considerate. He became Super Saiyan. Dad was relieved and mom was happy.
Everyone has a bright future.
The whole family wins together.
"Forget it, forget it, let me boil the water. You two pack up and don't wander around in pajamas." Lois put on a nightgown and ran downstairs.
I don't know if the refrigerator door is open or not Ian.
But both he and Clark heard the sound of the wine cabinet door opening.
"Oh, that's it, I can understand it again."
Lois seems to finally fully understand what Ian said.
Very reasonable.
After all Rational Man has held onto her loyal alcohol.
Breakfast is Yan Mecca bacon sandwich.
No matter whether it tastes good or not, Ian doesn't have to eat it.
"I can still evolve, but I need to be hungry for a while." Ian said so many truths so early in the morning. It was very rare. He refused the sandwich handed over by his mother with difficulty.
"Lady Death Why don't you come to me?"
Ian looked around and couldn't find the feeding target. He was a little helpless and looked in the direction of the second floor. "Jordan didn't eat breakfast because he was testing the sound insulation system of his room."
"What about Jonathan?" Ian didn't find his eldest brother and was a little confused. After all, according to convention, it was already time for his eldest brother Jonathan to get up and start stirring the protein powder.
"He left the house at six o'clock in the morning, saying he was going to the church for a walk." Clark knew his son's movements well.
After a moment of silence, he added another sentence.
"He is indeed in church now."
This is obviously a confirmation using his own ability. Ian really pities his second brother, but the second brother is also lucky, at least he still doesn't know how abnormal his old father's hearing is.
"Both of us need to work overtime today. You'd better not run out again and come back with some weird things." Clark gave serious instructions.
"Hmm."
Ian nodded.
He did not refute his father's thoughts.
However.
"Hey! How can you say that Ian's car is a weird thing? She is so cool!" Lois retorted directly while pushing Clark's shoulder.
Clark lies on the table to provide emotional value to Lois.
"Dudu~"
The horn of Hellcat sounded outside.
"It will rain tonight, so you'd better come back in time and help Ian's car build a room in the yard. Don't let the ruthless heavy rain damage my son's beloved car."
Lois, who has been drinking, has a rather strong personality.
"Hmm."
Clark leaned on the table and nodded.
"Thank you dad."
Ian quickly thanked you.
"It's okay, it's just a carport. You can put it up easily."
Clark tried to change the concept secretly.
"It's a room! She is also a member of our family now, isn't she? She is still a girl. She told me herself last night - using her car radio."
Lois corrected Clark's statement.
"I knew my car was a female cat! I felt it on the first day!" Ian was very happy. He once again proved that he indeed has the ability to distinguish beyond ordinary people.
"Okay, one room, I understand."
Clark nodded helplessly.
"So, can I take you to work? You're going to be late now." He looked at the time, then picked up Lois with a glass of red wine in his hand and disappeared into the room.
Ian, who was already so powerful, didn't even notice the door opening and closing.
There was silence for a moment.
"They must have drilled through the window."
Ian could only comfort himself like this, otherwise what else could he do? He thought that the gap between him and his old father had begun to close, but for some reason he now had the illusion that the gap was getting wider and wider.
"Dang~"
God definitely has a grudge against Ian.
Otherwise, why did Ian hear the sound of something hitting the window as soon as he raised the window? Any coincidence can happen in the world,
Anyway, the blame must be on God. "I don't know why Jonathan went to church to date a Catholic girl?" Ian wondered secretly while walking towards the place where the noise came from.
Only seen.
The window was closed tightly, and a small spiderweb-like pattern was cracked on the window glass, and in the center of the crack, a black fly was stuck there with six legs twitching constantly.
"This head is almost as big as your little finger. What can you eat to grow so fat?" He carefully pinched the back of the fly and pulled it out from the crack in the glass.
"Fly Race monk tried his best to fight the upper world with one blow, but was helplessly killed by the immortal." Ian stared at the fly in his hand,
The fly was still alive and there was no feeling of being separated from him. This guy even struggled twice on his fingertips.
The wings make a metaphorical sound.
The strength is a bit like that of Tianjiao Fly Race. "It's quite strong, mouth?" Ian raised his eyebrows, a little strange. He carefully looked at the shiny black fly in his hand, and felt that it was different from ordinary flies. The outer shell of this fly had a strange metallic luster in the sun, and the compound eyes were scarleter than ordinary flies.
"At this time, you need to hire professionals." Ian still remembers that the appearance of Demons is always associated with flies.
So he believes there must be a very special bond between the two.
Climbing upstairs in awe.
Ian took Demon Head out of the cabinet.
"Give me a taste of what's going on? Is there Demons attached to it?" Ian made a reasonable guess,
But things seemed to be different from what he imagined.
Before Demon Head could react, Ian stuffed a live fly into its mouth. It chewed twice subconsciously.
Suddenly he shrank his cloudy pupils.
"Uh-!"
It made a muffled hum between pain and enjoyment, then swallowed it, and then spoke after a while, with shock in its voice. "It's so powerful, this is definitely not an ordinary fly."
Demon Bull Head is talking nonsense again with a determined tone.
"Don't you have the smell of Demons?"
Ian asked.
"No." Demon Head answered honestly. It tasted it, and its expression became more and more surprised. It even felt that its strength had improved slightly.
It is the feeling of digesting a certain soul,
"It must be Krypton fly."
Demons's tone was extremely determined.
"I have a relative who has eaten the soul of Kryptonian, and this is what my relative described as the taste." It does have some authority, but it doesn't seem to be too authoritative.
The type I heard from a friend is slightly checked for plagiarism.
"You mean, this fly is a super fly that eats my dad's Super Ollie, drinks my dad's Super Ice Tea, and then grows up little by little?"
Ian frowned with an expression of disbelief.
The air suddenly became quiet.
Demon Bull Head was very silent.
After a few seconds, it cautiously spoke.
"The great God Ian, I think this is not the case. A reasonable guess is that it should be Mutant Fly that escaped from a certain laboratory."
"Perhaps you scientists who are crazier than Demons used the blood of Krypton to cultivate this fly, and it breeds souls that should not belong to it."
Demon Head carefully made the analysis,
"Blood is also a bodily fluid."
Ian rubbed his chin and thought for a while, feeling that what this guy said was similar to what he meant. For such things as plagiarizing ideas, he just went up and dunked on his head.
Demon Head Dare to cry but dare not speak.
I have no idea where I went wrong.
Sure enough.
Accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger.
The more Zhimo felt, the more unpredictable he became like True Monarch of Hell. Thinking like this, Demon Head ran out of the room when he saw Ian and started searching the room.
"Are there any other flies?"
Ian wants to find the second Mutant Fly.
Especially the toilet.
It was turned upside down by Ian. However, after working for a long time and searching outside the house, he could not find the second fly inside the house.
I also looked for it outside my home.
Not only is there no Mutant Fly.
No suspicious vehicle was even found.
"Can you spit it out? I think there must be a monster behind it." Ian returned to the room helplessly, picked up Demon Head and softened his tone.
However.
This made Demon Head tremble even more.
"Great God Ian--"
It wants to cry but has no tears.
"Do you think I'm that powerful?"
Demon Head's voice is full of timidity.
It was afraid that this was Ian's new way of torturing himself, but it obviously underestimated Ian's personal qualities. Ian did not make trouble unreasonably, but just sighed and picked his head.
"I still have too little experience. When encountering such a strange thing, I should actually let my Uncle Batman have a taste of it first." Ian is really reflecting on the way he handles it.
Demon Bull Head didn't dare to answer the conversation and just wanted to change the topic.
"Can you ask your second brother to stop?" It sighed hard. Obviously, Jordan bought a soundproof cotton suit from somewhere that didn't even cover its ears.
"It's like this when you just wake up and unlock new gameplay." Ian understands the second brother very well, because he knows that the second brother really has a mental illness that is accompanied by depression and social disorder.
Jordan even went to see a psychiatrist earlier than him, but Jordan kept pretending that he had never seen a psychiatrist. There was a reason why he knew that Ian's medicine could be sold in schools.
"Hey."
Demon Head sighed again.
"But it's been three hours."
It mainly listened to this sound and felt trembling. After all, the most Ian could do was beat it and torture it, but Imp in the other room had even more terrifying intentions.
"Have you seen the comic I drew last night? Captain America can fight Iron Man all day long. After my second brother awakens, of course he can fight himself all day long."
"Give him time to adapt."
Ian did not continue to talk to Minotaur who was hesitant to speak. He just put on the headphones silently, and then moved out the other Demons in the cabinet that became <Ian's Book of Creation>.
"Have you finished reflecting? Now that you've finished reflecting, it's time to evolve." Ian You still need to continue to starve anyway, and staying still means staying still. Of course, you must conduct reasonable research on the resources in your hands.
Use your thinking skills for a while.
Ian immediately understood that language is not the product of thoughts—the brain is. So, he lowered his head and pressed his forehead firmly against <Ian's Book of Creation>.
It's definitely not a mistake.
Pure wisdom is at work.
Only seen.
Golden light seeped out from the gaps in the pages, like countless tiny light snakes swimming on the paper. Ian's consciousness began to blend with this collection from Demon King.
At the same time.
Marvel Universe, Kamar-Taj.
Doctor Strange was sitting cross-legged in front of a low table in the library. The magic books spread out in front of him exuded a faint smell of parchment.
He was closing his eyes in deep thought when suddenly, a strange wave of magic power caused him to open his eyes suddenly.
"This is-?"
His eyes were fixed on the book "Ian's Grimoire" on the corner of the table - it was glowing, the golden light flickering on and off like breathing, and the pages turned automatically without wind, as if calling him.
"There's magic growing."
Doctor Strange frowned, and cautiously reached out to pick up the book. As soon as his fingertips touched it, the light on the page suddenly surged, and an unfamiliar magic power instantly poured into his body along his fingertips!
"Oops!"
He subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but found that he could no longer move - some kind of invisible contract was rapidly forming, magic power was flowing through his body, and finally a mark was carved deep in his soul.
"Is this - is this the connection that guy said he had with Dimension Demon God?!"
Doctor Strange's face changed suddenly. He tried to cut off the magic connection, but the contract had been completed, like an invisible net, tightly binding his soul.
"Damn it!"
The strange doctor was shocked. He had never encountered such a situation before - as Sorcerer Supreme, he had always controlled magic, rather than being controlled by magic.
Ancient One teacher is lying again!
"I have to save myself, no, there is no way to save myself, but this may not be a bad thing. After all, that guy said before that this is how mages practiced magic in the past."
Doctor Strange Forced himself to calm down and feel the contents of the contract carefully. It was okay not to feel it. With this feeling, a man in his thirties just wanted to cry like crazy.
He was as stiff as if he had been struck by lightning.
"What do you mean, as long as I try to violate the contract, I have to hand over half of my magic power?! And I still need to pay 30% of the magic power I have accumulated during my daily practice?"
"What the hell! The contract says this is called Magic Income Tax?!" Doctor Strange's pupils shrank violently and his fingers trembled slightly. For the first time, contemporary Sorcerer Supreme experienced what it means to be extremely evil.
The risks of dealing with Dimension Demon God are known to the world for the first time.
"The price is so high?!" Doctor Strange was completely panicked and flipped the pages of the book frantically, "What's the benefit? Isn't it that you can borrow power and get the gift of magic?!"
The pages of the book flipped.
On a blank page.
The golden text slowly emerged.
Sure enough, the unique magical power from Dimension Demon God was revealed.
"This-"
Doctor Strange stared at the page.
His brain shut down.
"Evil! It is indeed an evil!" Doctor Strange cried directly. He really cried. It was like crying loudly. His face was as white as a piece of paper that was inexperienced in the world.
There is magic.
But do you dare to learn?
"No! Is this magic taught to people?"
Doctor Strange's mentality was extremely explosive. He felt that he was being deeply calculated. Everything was a trap. How could there be such magic in this world?
Look!
Look at the record on Magic Book! The first magic recorded by Dimension Demon God in the book was actually an attempt to teach others how to turn the appendix in the body into a storage bag!
Dimension Demon God.
Are you really mentally normal?
Or do non-human creatures think the appendix is useful and fashionable as a storage bag?
New York The night wind carried a slight coolness and moisture, passing between the tall buildings, making a low moan. Gwen Stacey sat on the window sill of her apartment, her legs dangling in the air, hundreds of meters in the air below her feet, and the brightly lit city spread out beneath her feet, like a falling galaxy.
She didn't lower her head to look, but just sat quietly, tapping the window frame with her fingers in a casual rhythm, like some unconscious habit.
The night wind blew through the girl's blond hair, which glowed silvery white in the moonlight.
"Ian-Tony Spider-Man-" She whispered these names, her voice so soft that it was almost blown away by the wind.
There is still a mess of broken memories in my mind.
"Is that so?"
Between whispers.
She stretched her hands behind her back.
"Whoops!"
A thin thread of spider silk shot out from her wrist and accurately stuck to the wardrobe door in the corner of the room. However, the opened wardrobe door did not contain what she should have remembered from her broken memory.
"What the hell happened to me."
Gwen covered his wrist.
Slightly confused.
"Why am I so familiar with the name Spider-Man, and that boy?" She stood up on the balcony,
There is no fear of the heights below my feet.
"Huh.-
Gwen took a deep breath, kicked her toes lightly, and did what she had done many times in this city - wandering aimlessly relying on the ability that she didn't know why.
Just like most people with special abilities. In the morning, when Ian took her "flying", the girl's reaction of not being afraid of heights was of course because she had already adapted to high altitudes.
Fall.
Her body instantly broke away from the window sill, and gravity pulled her toward the ground. The wind roared in her ears, but her eyes were unusually calm. As she fell into the air, Gwen flicked her wrist, and the spider silk shot out and stuck to the outer wall of the building in the distance. Her body paused suddenly, and then she swayed out using the inertia.
"Perhaps I should really do something for this city."
Gwen is like a black and white lightning.
Cutting through the night sky of New York.
In an old apartment in Queens.
Peter Parker closed the door heavily to isolate himself from the noise of the outside world. His breathing was heavy, his fingers tightened unconsciously, and his nails dug deeply into his palms.
"Damn it! Someone dares to laugh at me!"
His voice was low and hoarse, like the growl of some kind of beast. Without turning on the light, Peter Parker walked straight into the bathroom and punched the sink mirror with a bang.
"Crack--!"
The glass shattered instantly, spiderweb-like cracks spread from the edge of his fist, and blood dripped down his knuckles, but he felt no pain.
The boy slowly raised his head and stared at his broken self in the mirror. His scarlet eyes flickered in the darkness, and the corners of his mouth were twisted, as if something sharp was trying to pierce the skin and come out from between the lips. A sharp pain came from the mouth, and the sharp stinging sensation made the dancing boy couldn't help but arch his body and grab the edge of the sink with both hands.
"Yeah--!"
Very painful.
"What is this?" Peter's voice trembled. He reached out and touched his face, and his fingertips could clearly feel some strange movement under the skin.
That is.
Fangs.
Evil may not have arisen at the beginning of the world.
But it will always be conceived.
Of course.
The same goes for justice.