In Hell, the blood moon hangs high in the sky.
No one noticed Ian's departure.
Even in Hell, Ian's heart was with his family; that's the bond of family. After deciding on Jordan's birthday gift, he quietly embarked on his Marvel journey amidst the echoing chimes.
The process of time travel was no different from usual, except for a few extra steps. After all, Ian's system couldn't forget that he had a new profession to settle accounts for.
[ Eternal Gift: The Creator's authority is firmly in your hands. Mortals look up at the stars, but the stars will eventually look up at you. Life will undergo Eternity evolution under your gaze. You are no longer just a spellcaster, but an agent of the laws of life, capable of bestowing extraordinary leaps of grace upon life. Those beings that have mutated because of you will all become extensions of your will.]
This skill allows the user to acquire a maximum number of familiars not exceeding their own class level. When your level reaches a multiple of ten, the number of familiars you can possess will be increased.
The stronger the target companion bestowed with the blessing, the more experience points you will gain at the daily settlement.
This is Ian's [ Mutation Overlord ] class talent skill, which is settled daily. Ian's consciousness floated in the chaos of the journey, and suddenly the system notification sounded in his ears.
[ Mutation Overlord XP have been calculated.]
[Based on the current health of your allies, you gain +9 Mutation Overlord XP.]
[You have leveled up, gaining +1 job skill point and +1 more available followers.]
[Strength: 622-638]
[Body Constitution: 864-872]
[Intelligence: 60.7-71.4]
[Spirit: 333-350]
Half-asleep, half-awake.
Ian has received another small boost. Anyone who has ever used cheats knows that this is how it works; you can become stronger than before without even realizing it.
Judging solely from the numbers, Ian now roughly equivalent to 1.8 to 2 Wonder Woman, already possessing the charisma expected of a top-tier superhero on Earth.
While not as powerful as some other superheroes, Ian's stats are still quite impressive, considering that superheroes his age typically focus on leveling up.
Speaking of development...
The [ Mutation Overlord ] class is really good. Although the increase in other attributes is not much, the boost to the [Intelligence] attribute is something Ian really appreciates.
"My mind works like lightning, allowing me to come up with even more classic stories in a second." Ian never forgets his original intention, even in situations like this.
He truly loves creating.
He also knew that his book, " Gotham: Bruce Wayne's Father's Years as a King in Hell," would be a huge hit in the world of cinema; the name alone would be worth the price of admission in Gotham.
Not to mention, Ian also addressed the profound suspense in the story regarding whether the four legs left behind in the alley could ever reunite after only two legs left out of the alley when six legs entered.
Even if the box office doesn't explode, Wayne Rooney will still make theaters explode. In any case, this blockbuster is bound to be a hit, and Ian's position as the number one DC director is secure.
[ Mutation Overlord 1v2 [1/20]]
Ian leveled up in just one day with his new profession, Ian felt he should consider bestowing new slots as well, but he hadn't yet thought of a suitable candidate.
It's not that Ian values the character of his followers, but the only demanding condition for becoming his follower is that they must first fall in love with him. If they don't love him, what right do they have to be his follower?
You can't only love your God when it's beneficial!
"Let me see what new skills this profession offers." Ever since Ian's last journey through the Marvel Universe, his travels have involved a process of "crossing" the void.
He was a little bored.
So he also chose to check the Skill Tree for the new class. After all, Ian doesn't particularly like hoarding skill points; for other classes, hoarding skill points is mainly because he wants to upgrade some high-value skills.
[ Life Reshaping: The Mutation Overlord possesses a " Seed of Mutation " within its body, capable of transforming its own cell samples into " Mutation Seed "]
After being implanted into the target organism, the target will undergo a harmless "mutation" and gain temporary mutated abilities granted by the Mutation Seed Mutation Seed before it withers away.
Before you, other people's bodies are merely the organs from which you cultivate your genes.
[ Life Doomsday: Releases the accumulated " Mutation Energy " within the body, forming a Genetic Disintegration Storm that Destruction all non-mutated life forms within range, forcing their genetic structure to collapse, plunging them into excruciating pain, loss of control, and death. For mutants, it causes " Mutation Backlash," causing their power to spiral out of control and ultimately explode.]
The old world must Destruction so that new life can be born.
[ Reverse Evolution Ray: The Mutation Overlord can release a " Reverse Evolution Ray " from its eyes. After irradiating the target, it forces the target's gene sequence to degenerate into a "primitive form" or "young form", causing the target's strength, intelligence, senses, and even appearance to degenerate. The degree of degeneration depends on the target's mutation level and the duration of the ray.]
This skill is highly effective against mutants, superhumans, Demons, Angels, and artificial life forms. However, it may cause ordinary humans to regress to more primitive biological forms, such as beasts or reptiles. [Evolution is the glory you bestow; regression is the punishment you bring.]
There are still quite a few skills that can be learned.
[ Mutation Overlord ] is, after all, an ultimate class, and its class skills also include the ability to transform into a [ God of Mutation ].
The ultimate skill of this Mythic Form.
The description states that it allows one to extract all the perfect genes within their own body, becoming the most perfect life form in the world; it is a skill that can only be learned at a high level.
Ian saw it and was envious, so he pretended he hadn't seen it before, and his mood gradually calmed down. He had mastered the skill of "pretending."
Perhaps Ian will even include that in his personal profile after graduation.
"It's you I choose!" Ian didn't hesitate for long and directly chose the [ Reverse Evolution Ray ] ability. He remembered that his professional skills were complementary, not incompatible.
This skill was practically tailor-made for him. After all, a qualified Evil God Lord should have the magical ability to turn someone back into a monkey with just a glare.
As he selected a skill, Ian's body began to mutate, and ancient genetic patterns appeared on the surface of his eyeballs, like the imprints left when the first life was born millions of years ago.
The most astonishing change occurred in the power contained deep within his eyes. His eyes, which originally contained two miniature stars, were now infused with a new law that would not conflict with the Law of the Sun.
In fact.
Just as Ian had predicted, the two laws were perfectly compatible. Once, that tiny star warmly illuminated all things, like the first ray of light at the origin of life. It had the ability to nourish all things, and also the ability to punish them. But now, the power of the sun is no longer just about bestowal and punishment.
It possesses a brand new power.
That was the power that judged whether all things were worthy of their level of life—in Ian's pupils, the stars burned even more intensely.
A hint of eerie red had appeared in his golden eyes.
Like clouds and mist.
It flows deep within the eyes.
Ian could clearly sense that any life form, once he gazed upon it, could be reverted to its original form and forced to relive the evolutionary journey that would take billions of years to complete.
Sunshine Gwen.
But from then on...
It Gwen, but also release the "winter" of life. This is by no means a simple synergy of one plus one equals two, but rather an intertwining that forms a brand new authority.
The true power to determine the Homecoming of life.
" Uncle Bruce's wish to call me 'uncle' has a much higher chance of success now, since one glare from me and he'll revert back to his tadpole form!"
Ian always had a wise approach to using his skills. He didn't want to turn others into Yuanmou Man or Upper Cave Man. As a young Evil God, he preferred to catch tadpoles and play with them.
After all, no young boy can resist the game of catching tadpoles.
"Well, that's not all. If Jordan and Jonathan are willing to return to their eight-year-old selves, I will be the true eldest son of the Kent Family!" Ian felt that his parents were already exhausted from raising children, so they would definitely not agree with his idea. However, this did not stop him from revealing his huge ambition to the Void Ancestor.
Perhaps even nothingness was shaken by the ambition of the Evil God.
The next second.
Ian felt a warm tremor around him; he had crossed the void and returned to the Marvel Universe. His eyes sensed the light, and Ian, still surging with excitement, found himself standing in a huge alloy room.
"Hoo-hoo!"
Ian had spent too long in Hell, inhaling the Sulfur fumes for so long, that he longed for the odorless air and wanted to breathe the fresh air of another world.
However.
Inhaling deeply through the nose.
He only smelled the scent of technology.
"Cough cough cough!!" Just as Lord Ian's mouth could taste the Nine Dragon Potion, his nose was also adept at tasting the air. He inhaled the air, which contained technologically advanced oxygen produced by an oxygen generator.
There's also the metallic smell unique to air conditioners with internal cooling.
"Where have I been sent this time?" Ian rubbed his nose and looked around. The room was spacious, clean, and sterile. He was standing in a huge alloy room with smooth walls that could be used as mirrors, a ceiling that emitted a soft, cold light, and a floor made of some kind of shock-absorbing material.
"A laboratory? A prison? Or some evil organization's secret base?" Ian was still speculating, rubbing his hands together, when the alloy door of the room suddenly slid open with a "whoosh".
Gwen Stacy walked in, carrying a spray bottle. The room was freezing cold, and the floor was shaking, so she swayed as she wore a thick down jacket.
" Gwen, tell me quickly, am I the most taciturn one among this batch of newcomers?" Ian was clearly still not completely detached from the storyline of the "shooting".
He was simply feeling the ground tremble when, on a whim, he quipped with humor and casually expressed his expectation. However, this one sentence immediately caused Gwen Stacy's originally delicate features to contort slightly.
"??????"
She desperately didn't want to know what Ian was talking about, but unfortunately, she hated herself for understanding so quickly. "I think you should have used a more normal opening line to greet me."
"For example, 'Good afternoon,' 'Have you eaten?' or 'How have you been?'" Gwen remained silent for a long time before attempting to teach Ian how to be more human-like.
Yes.
She often felt that Ian was a fake.
"I don't need to ask to know you ate it, because your Barry smells of toothpaste and pizza. It's clear you still love pizza."
Ian showed off his super sense of smell.
It would have been better if he hadn't said that; as soon as he did, Gwen's expression immediately turned angry.
"You dare mention pizza? How dare you mention pizza! The pizza you ordered before you disappeared last time, we ate at the Sanctum Sanctorum for half a month and still couldn't finish it!"
As she spoke, she pointed resentfully towards the door, where hundreds of pizza boxes sat next to the Trash Can in the metal corridor, showing that these superheroes were truly trying their best to eat.
"Why didn't you save some for me?" Ian wasn't surprised by Gwen's mention of half a month. He had already noticed this before. Time in the Marvel universe was passing faster as he grew stronger. From the previous one-to-one ratio between the Marvel Universe and DC Universe, now 12 hours in Ian DC Universe would take 12 days in the Marvel Universe.
There are currently no clues to explain why this happened, but if something exists, there must be a reason for it. It would be too much of a burden on our Super Brain to try to figure out every single problem.
Ian cherishes it, so he doesn't usually use it easily.
"There are still hundreds of boxes in the fridge, go ahead, I'll watch you eat." Gwen said, trying to lead Ian the way, but Ian, who occasionally didn't like eating leftovers, didn't budge.
"It's been half a month, and it's already stretched to a stringy consistency. I'm not talking about cheese stretching, but rather the stretching caused by microbial fermentation." Ian felt that Gwen definitely had some stereotypes about him.
Evil God and scavengers are completely different things.
"Vomit"
Gwen gagged a few times after hearing Ian's description.
"Where is this place? Is this your new base?" Ian tried to change the subject. He had read Parenting Guide and knew how to alleviate a girl's morning sickness.
"No, this is Rescuer One — Tony really is a prophet." Gwen gave Ian a strange look and said something that left everyone puzzled.
What's going on?
Ian blinked, his eyes slightly clear. Gwen didn't answer directly, but instead walked to the wall of the alloy room and pressed a hidden switch on the wall.
"Kaichi-!"
The previously sealed alloy wall suddenly cracked open, then slid open to both sides, revealing a huge viewing window. Outside the window...
It is the vast and boundless universe.
A dazzling nebula slowly rotated in the darkness, distant stars emitted a cold and distant light, while closer by, many meteorites spun and flew past the window.
"We are on our way to rescue Odin, the God King."
Gwen explained.
"What does this have to do with the New Tony being so prescient?" Ian walked out of the long window to admire the view, only to see Gwen spraying herself with a spray bottle.
"Hey! What are you doing?! Do you know this is paid content?" Ian was soaked from the spray, his face flushed, and he couldn't help but protest in a "coy" manner.
"Disinfecting, I'm disinfecting you. We can't afford to get sick in space." Gwen said seriously, spraying the entire large spray bottle, only to find that Ian seemed even more eager than she was to finish.
"It's okay, medical insurance won't cover it. If you get sick, I'll treat you. I'm the best at treating illnesses." Ian thought the disinfectant was alright; at least it removed a lot of the Hell Sulfur from his body.
He was certainly not the kind of boy who liked getting wet, and Gwen still disinfected him, only to use the disinfectant as perfume to cover up his Hell thug aura.
This is a white tradition, and it works well.
"You knew I'd be here all along?" Ian accepted Gwen's service and even slipped Gwen a ten-dollar tip.
Gwen, who wanted to make fun of Ian, was really annoying.
She found that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't seem to keep up with the other person's train of thought. After composing herself, the somewhat helpless girl finally answered Ian's question.
"That answers your previous question. Yes, we knew you would be here because Tony is incredibly prescient. He used the Stark Supercomputing Array to calculate the pattern of your appearances and then pinpointed thirty-six possible locations for you this time."
"Then what?"
"Then, he cut out all thirty-six locations from the Earth and stuffed them into this room," Gwen answered Ian's follow-up question.
"???"
This time, it was Ian's turn to be stunned.
"You can do that?"
He hadn't expected Earth's technology to have evolved to such an extent. However, after touching his pocket and feeling the Black Box, Ian thought that having such technological means wasn't entirely unacceptable.
Marvel, you know.
Earth's technology fluctuates wildly.
Everyone understands.
This is also Marvel tradition.
"I don't really understand the principles either, but it's related to the Kamar-Taj Library opened by Doctor Strange, and the Asgard rune technology that Thor opened up in his eagerness to save his father." As a high school girl who hasn't gone to college yet, Gwen, even with fragments of memories from the apocalypse, is a tech novice just like Ian.
She pointed around, "This room is actually made up of thirty-six ' Space Cube,' and each cube represents a possible location you might appear in."
Although not detailed, the explanation was easy to understand, leaving Ian, whose scientific knowledge was on par with Gwen's, speechless. After wiping the disinfectant off his face, he couldn't help but complain.
"Using a bunch of stockpiled blocks to block my respawn, what kind of Marvel version of ' Minecraft ' is this? I'm not a villager or a zombie that drops materials."
Ian didn't feel the tension of having his weakness exposed; he was just indignant. "Even in my Minecraft, I should be the protagonist Steve!"
The boy still cares a lot about things like worldly recognition and social standing.
" Steve? Steve's outside piloting the spaceship." Gwen pointed outside the room upon hearing this, and seeing Ian walk out, she immediately followed in Ian footsteps. After passing through a long, technologically advanced corridor, the automatic sensor doors slid open with a "whoosh," and they arrived at the cockpit at the front of the spaceship.
Inside the cabin, Tony Stark's ghostly image hovered in the center. Upon seeing Ian, a familiar, slightly gentle smile appeared on his lips.
"Oh, Sleeping Beauty has woken up?"
This is true anthropomorphism; the New Tony has actually learned to joke and make fun of people. Ian glanced at him thoughtfully, then Halo around.
Thor was sprawled out on the chair next to him, fast asleep, an empty beer can in his hand and several pizza boxes piled at his feet. Meanwhile, in the cockpit of the spaceship, Captain America Steve Rogers, gripped the control stick, his face serious and focused as he piloted the ship.
"Let me drive it. I've wanted to drive a spaceship for ages."
Ian are itching.
Steve Rogers, however, remained unmoved.
"No way, how dare you let this guy pilot the spaceship? He's a total noob! Let me do it! I'm the expert!" Ian's request wasn't met, so he turned into a tattletale.
That's what top students are like.
Ian immediately started complaining to the New Tony.
"Flying a spaceship is the same as flying a plane. I've flown planes, so of course I'm good at flying spaceships. I'm a veteran pilot. Who remembers how many Nazis I shot down during World War II?"
Steve didn't turn his head, his tone carrying a hint of pride.
"You didn't mention a single word about the time you crashed your plane into a ditch and slept for decades?" Ian, who was good at finding tricky angles, immediately retorted.
These words were spoken.
The cockpit fell silent instantly.
Steve's body visibly stiffened, then his ears turned bright red at a visible speed, his neck turning completely red. He abruptly turned his head to look at Ian.
His guilty look was exactly like someone whose dark past had been exposed.
"That, that's all Red Skull's fault! Mr. Ian Kent, how can you slander me like that! -- Can a plane crash be considered a technical problem?"
That could only be considered a strategic forced landing at best!
Steve's voice was deliberately emphasized. As he spoke, his voice grew softer and softer, until finally he simply lowered his head and muttered, "You guys just don't understand tactics and contingencies."
Then came a series of incomprehensible phrases, such as " Hydra plot," "harsh Arctic climate," and "the super soldier serum does not prevent freezing."
Ian burst into laughter, almost rolling around on the floor of the cabin. His laughter filled the cabin with a cheerful atmosphere, like adding a touch of lightheartedness to this interstellar journey.
"I definitely won't crash this time!" Captain America Steve was incredibly excited, but thankfully Ian didn't continue to torment him. The fickle young man no longer wanted to pilot the spaceship.
He wanted to save his first time for the Kryptonian Spaceship his father owned.
After laughing enough, Ian looked out the window at the beautiful scenery, then suddenly cleared his throat.
He adopted a serious expression.
As he spoke, Ian raised his hand and spread his fingers apart. After finishing, he looked around expectantly, waiting for everyone's reaction, but no one understood his humor.
Tony: "?"
Gwen: "??"
Steve: "Are you chanting some kind of spell?"
Thor rolled over in his sleep and mumbled, "Another one---."
In response to this...
What other reaction could Ian possibly have?
Ian: "...-
He felt that he must be the least prestigious Evil God, because when he tried to be funny, no one listened, which made him feel quite ashamed of his status Evil God god.
"Don't you guys have a childhood?!" Star Trek! The classic opening line! Ian shouted indignantly, plopping down in the ship's comfortable co-pilot's seat.
Everyone looked at each other.
"I'm not human, so I probably really didn't have a childhood."
The New Tony, spoke very sincerely, "Did you know that 80% of the guys who like watching this movie won't find a girlfriend before college?" Gwen also reminded Ian in a fact-based manner.
"When I was little, I watched movies like * La Grande Illusion *, * the Rules of the Game *, * All Quiet on the Western Front *, and * Top Gun *. Oh, and my favorite movies are * Gone with the Wind * and * the Wizard of Oz *."
The issue between Captain America and Ian is no longer a generation gap, but rather that they are from two different centuries. Ian completely gave up, rolling his eyes resentfully in his seat.
"Call me when you get there."
He closed his eyes.
Gwen looked at him.
"Are you going to sleep?"
She didn't know why she secretly took out the crayons.
"No." Ian crossed his arms behind his head, his eyes peering through his eyelids at the restless Gwen. "I'm going to build my Mind Palace."
He is truly building Mind Palace.
" Mind Palace? Like Sherlock Holmes?" Gwen blinked, finally finding common ground with Ian. Like Doctor Strange, she also loved reading the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
"Hmm, don't underestimate me, I really have this ability." Ian's consciousness sank into his own mental world, and he began to build his Mind Palace like he was playing SimCity.
In a city of grand thinking.
The buildings on both sides of the street are composed of various fragments of memory—on the left is the " Protein Powder Recipe Museum," and on the right is the " Laboratory for Cooking Instant Noodles with Holy Water."
In the distance, there's also a " Hell Economics Data Center " under construction.
This is Ian's world of contribution thinking.
Useful information can be stored everywhere. If he hadn't been unable to find a way, Ian would have even wanted to bring in the library of Heaven. Just as he was immersed in the construction of his Mind Palace...
" Lord Ian also wants his own library." Ian pushed open the door of a Baroque-style library, inside which countless bookshelves were neatly arranged.
"Now it's time to store the knowledge I've brought from Google." He snapped his fingers, and countless points of light flew out of his mind, transforming into gold-embossed books that landed on the bookshelf.
Postpartum Care for Sows
How to tame an elephant with a toothpick
<200 Possibilities About Whether Mosquitoes Sneeze>
How Humans Play the Piano with Their Toes: From Basics to Masters
Why can't humans live a slower life like sloths?
<An Introduction to Quantum Mechanics for Dogs: Understanding Schrödinger's Dog>
How to Train Your Nose Hairs for Artistic Creation
This is all knowledge that Ian recently memorized from Google. Now that it's stored in his mental palace, he can selectively forget it and then use his brain capacity to transfer new knowledge.
He's really getting into the world of ideas.
Sudden.
In real life Thor suddenly woke up with a start. "What are you doing in my head?!"
Thor sprang up from his seat, his blond hair standing on end, making him look like a ruffled lion cat. He pointed in terror at Ian was still resting with his eyes closed. His finger trembled.
"This Evil God is corrupting my mind!"
Thor's voice was trembling with tears.
"I'm building Mind Palace."
Ian slowly opened his eyes, looking at Thor with a puzzled expression.
"Then why don't you build it in your own head?!"
Thor was trembling, not only from fear, but also because he discovered that his brain had been filled with a lot of profound and useless knowledge out of nowhere.
"Every inch of space in the Evil God Lord's brain is incredibly valuable, his scalp is worth more than Manhattan land. We'll use yours first, use yours first; it's a blessing for you."
Ian's long-winded reasoning was brought up again. Hearing this, Steve and Gwen both shrank back, secretly relieved that they hadn't been targeted by the Evil God.
"No! That won't do!"
Thor was so anxious he kept pacing around in circles.
" Doctor Strange has a good brain! You can use Doctor Strange's brain! As for mine, you can just stuff some aphrodisiac pills in it, or maybe a lot of recipes."
Thor is clearly dreaming.
"Don't worry." Ian smiled kindly. The attractive erotic images were worthy of residing in his Super Brain, so he didn't grant Thor's request.
"I will bestow my blessings equally upon all of you, and you will all become part of the erudite." To be honest, Ian really coveted the Library of Heaven, so he planned to connect the minds of all believers to construct Evil God Library.
"I'm warning you!" Thor grabbed the hammer, crackling with electricity. He clearly didn't understand Ian's grand ambitions, so he threatened him in an extremely annoyed tone.
"If you dare to defile my brain again, I'll smash it!" He pointed Mjolnir at his temple, a threat that was truly unprecedented and unparalleled.
"???"
Ian glanced at Thor several times. Sure enough, he still had to save Dr. Hannibal. Faced with a mental patient of this level, even a psychiatrist like himself was somewhat powerless.
It was in this delicate atmosphere that...
Suddenly, a violent tremor came from outside, and a piercing alarm sounded in the cockpit.
Something's up!
Steve, who had intended to take a sip of water to calm his nerves, suddenly turned around and rushed to the cockpit.
"Aliens!" Steve exclaimed, staring at the radar. "There's an alien spaceship outside!"
"You're not smart enough; no wonder the Evil God doesn't value your intelligence."
Thor stormed to the window.
"Is it possible that I am an alien, and this isn't the first time you've done this... Wait!"
His expression suddenly froze.
He immediately flew into a rage.
"That's it! This is the ship that hit me!"
Thor, Thor upon finding the "culprit ship," hadn't even had time to react before he burst through the corridor, reached the hatch, and rammed open the door, leaping out.
Seeing this, Ian quickly followed.
You're going to help me?
Thor, floating in space, asked unexpectedly.
"No." Ian pulled out a bag of sunflower seeds. They weren't flash-frozen in space. Don't ask why; it's because Ian's Bio-field appears during flight.
"I just love watching plays."
The honest Evil God lightly munched on sunflower seeds.
"As expected, I knew you weren't so kind. But I can get my revenge myself. Watch me crack this walnut!" Thor angrily grabbed the hammer and summoned lightning.
"Crack walnuts, crack walnuts, crack walnuts."
Using his chef's aiming technique, a thick bolt of lightning struck the strangely shaped spaceship, hitting it squarely. The lightning he summoned slammed into the spaceship.
"Boom!"
After the spaceship was hit.
It went out of control in an instant.
It crashed into the planet below.
Just as it was about to crash, a masked person poked their head out of the spaceship and fired two guns at Ian and Thor in a frenzy.
Bullets whistled through the air.
Thor once again covered his head and fled.
Ian immediately reached out his hand.
He began practicing catching bullets.
[You attempted to learn how to catch bullets by hand, [Student] Job Experience +1]
[You attempted to learn how to catch bullets by hand, [Student] Job Experience +1]
[You attempted to learn how to catch bullets by hand, [Student] Job Experience +1]
This round of practice inevitably resulted in a perfect catch, after all, Ian can Mimicry 368 hands, and his attribute values are no longer what they used to be.
In fact.
If the opponent hadn't fired a super laser bullet, which was somewhat challenging, Ian might not have been able to gain experience points. Just as Ian was about to shout in the silent space, "Who else is there?"
"Bang bang bang bang bang!!!"
A burst of intense artillery fire erupted. A massive Rocket Raccoon leaped from the crashing spaceship, carrying a mortar, and unleashed a volley of three hundred shots in Ian's direction!
Three hundred shells roared in.
"Damn it! These are Kree Empire cannonballs!"
Thor was terrified.
"It's alright, Lord Ian will take care of it!"
Ian remained completely unfazed. The enemy had only unleashed three hundred shells, but he Mimicry three hundred and sixty-eight hands, handling the situation with ease. His advantage lay not only in his ability to grab at the same time.
The freed-up 68 hands can still be used as a cheerleading group to clap enthusiastically.
" Emperor of All Laws! Super Evil God! You are truly amazing!"
Thor's attitude changed instantly. He frantically hid behind Ian, trying to conceal his large belly behind Ian's small body.
Artillery fire streaked across the vacuum of space.
Approaching in an instant.
Ian acted immediately, multitasking and not missing a single shell. He caught all the shells steadily, but that didn't mean the unexpected wouldn't happen.
"Damn it! I can't finish this! I simply can't finish it all!"
Only after belatedly realizing this did Ian grab the cannonball and understand that he might be able to Mimicry many hands, but unfortunately, he still only had one mouth that could take in a maximum of two cannonballs at a time.
The speed of three hundred hands was far faster than the speed of his mouth.
The consequences of this awkward situation were obvious: before the eighteenth shell could be swallowed, the others exploded directly in his hands.
"Boom boom boom!!!"
Ian is already trying his best to consume the explosive energy.
[ Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience +21]
[ Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience +23]
[ Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience +26]
Unfortunately, his mouth was still too small, and some remnants of the explosion still destroyed their spaceship's engine system, causing their ship to plummet towards the planet below, billowing smoke.
Thor was thrown away by the blast wave.
Fortunately, Ian grabbed him by the top of his head, preventing him from getting lost in the turbulent current.
" Gwen! Steve! New Tony! Don't panic! Saving the spaceship is my job! It's a family skill!" Ian risked his family's honor to begin the rescue.
He yelled, kicked off with both legs, creating a sonic boom in the vacuum, and plunged towards the yellowish-brown planet below, carrying Thor and half of the spaceship.
Flight plus teleportation.
It's very fast.
How can I describe it? He could grab that bowl of spicy soup with lightning speed. Thor's skull was being squeezed so hard that his eyes rolled back, and he protested incoherently.
"Let go of my head!"
The distorted face wasn't from pain, but from a genuine feeling of ascending to heaven.
"Stop messing around, we're in a hurry!" Ian relaxed a little, then pushed off with his legs again, suddenly increasing his speed and rushing into the planet's atmosphere.
The intense heat generated by the friction left long, fiery trails trailing behind them, making them look like a falling meteor from afar—except that part of this meteor would be grumbling and cursing.
"This is the power of family-inherited craftsmanship!"
Ian had already caught his own spaceship in the atmosphere, leaving him with plenty of room for error, while the other offending spaceship had crashed somewhere on the planet, its location unknown.
This is not something Ian cares about.
He maintained the Superman Family's pick-up rate.
This deserves praise.
"I'm so awesome!"
Those who don't engage in self-destructive behavior know how to provide themselves with emotional value. Ian steadily landed the spaceship on the planet's surface, throwing it off when his feet were still a few centimeters from the ground. There was no other way; once his feet touched the ground, Ian would automatically lose his Bio-field.
"We still crashed!"
Thor was also casually tossed to the ground by Ian. His eyes were vacant, and he muttered to himself, "My brain—my brain feels like you've squashed it—."
This is clearly just scaring yourself.
Thor was just like that—timid, cowardly, and insecure. Ian ignored him, turned around, and tore open the hatch. Gwen and Steve, covered in dust, crawled out.
Welcome to the new world.
Ian tried to lighten the mood.
"No, what are you doing?"
Gwen's face was covered in dust, and her hair was a mess.
"It's all Thor's fault. Make him pay you back, and get your hair done again when you get back." Ian didn't shirk responsibility; their stranding on this planet was indeed due to Thor's recklessness.
"Here you go! Fine, I'll pay up!"
Thor knew he was in the wrong, so he pulled out a large bag of gold coins and threw it to Gwen. Gwen was about to yell at him, but her expression quickly softened.
no way.
The landlord's foolish son is incredibly generous.
Are you alright?
While Ian was concerned about Gwen, he also wanted to help her Gwen, but Gwen dodged him. He didn't use his full strength; he was just testing Gwen's attitude.
"I'm fine."
Gwen stared warily at Ian.
"My head is still a little dizzy." She tucked the purse into her chest, a place those who knew Ian knew Ian was most reluctant to reach for.
"Normal." Ian nodded, his response clearly somewhat irrelevant. "After all, even I admire the moves I just made."
As he spoke, Ian gave Gwen a knowing look, hoping for praise, but Gwen was still staring at the gold coins in her chest pocket.
He received no hints whatsoever. Then, Steve, who had climbed out and then back in, climbed out of the cabin again at this moment.
Captain America was also holding a smoking computer tower in his arms.
"Perhaps I'm really not suited to piloting spaceships."
His face was long and his voice was full of frustration.
"It's alright! Isn't this one of your special qualities? Conceptual-level abilities are the most powerful; you should learn to utilize that." Ian patted Captain America on the shoulder.
His tone was encouraging.
The Evil God Lord only likes to complain and belittle others when things are peaceful and quiet.
When something really happens.
He also knew that complaining was pointless.
"As long as the New Tony is still around, he can definitely teach us to develop from the Stone Age and build a new spaceship by hand!" Ian reached out and patted the main unit in Steve's arms again.
He wanted to boost everyone's morale.
However.
"Zzz-one!"
The main unit emitted a puff of black smoke, the screen flickered twice, and then it went completely out of commission. The projection of the New Tony, appeared with difficulty for a second, his lips trembling as if he wanted to say something.
But in the end, only a faint electronic sound was emitted.
"Sizzle~"
Tony the hairstylist's screen went completely black.
On a planet with clear, cloudless skies.
Thor wielded Mjolnir, digging a three-meter-deep crater in the ground like a human excavator. With each hammer blow, he couldn't help but mutter a curse.
"I'm Thor! You expect me to dig up graves here?"
His tone was full of reluctance, but he didn't stop moving.
"Hurry up!" Ian, holding the smoking main unit, supervised the work, his face filled with sorrow. "We must ensure that our New Tony receives a proper burial!"
Gwen watched them give the computer mainframe a funeral, speechless.
As Thor planted the metal plaque inscribed with "Tomb of Tony Stark, the Second Mentor of the Cybertronians" on the mound, she finally couldn't help but say, "I think Tony's physical body should still be 'alive' very well on Earth."
"That's not important! What's important is the ritual!" Ian interrupted her seriously, took three memory sticks out of his pocket and inserted them in front of the grave, then lit two cross-shaped data cables. The burning data cables emitted a pungent plastic smell, making Steve sneeze. Ian, however, clasped his hands together with a devout expression.
" New Tony, may you become a cyber God in the electronic Heaven, and then descend to earth to lend me a hand." Ian's voice carried a hint of anticipation.
No one knew what he was expecting.
What should we do?
Gwen crossed her arms, looking somewhat uncomfortable.
"This planet has oxygen, forests, and seawater; there must be an indigenous civilization! We can ask for help!" Ian then used his Super Intelligence to make his judgment.
"How can you be sure the creatures here can communicate?" Gwen pointed to Six-Eyed Lizard gnawing on metal ore in the distance. "Maybe their civilization is just a contest of who can spit out the most acid."
She was very dejected.
"I don't know, but we have to try, otherwise you'll be stuck here forever after I go home." Ian's words made Steve glance at him several times.
In the end, it was Gwen who spoke up.
"Is it possible that you'll return and reappear, or will you only appear in the spaceship wreckage? Don't forget, your random spawn location is pseudo-random; all thirty-six locations are included."
Her words made Ian's expression freeze.
Thor called upon Heimdall to open the Bifrost, but Heimdall did not respond. Silence. Only the mournful sound of the wind blowing through the dunes could be heard.
Just as Thor was puzzled, the reason for the Guardians' silence was revealed.
All I saw was...
Just then, the sky suddenly darkened.
A huge shadow loomed over them.
The roar of the engines shook the ground. The enormous, silver Flying Saucer slowly descended onto the sand dune. The dust kicked up when the hatch opened made Steve cough.
The wind whipped up by the engines stirred up fine sand, which swirled low in the air. Then, from the shadows of the spaceship's hatch, emerged a giant whose entire body was purple. He was as tall as a mountain, his skin like metal, gleaming with a deep purple sheen. His eyes, like burning stars, radiated boundless majesty and tranquility.
Welcome to Titan, humans of Earth.
The purple giant spoke softly, exuding an incomparably childlike aura. Just by standing there, the gravitational field of the entire planet seemed to bend and submit to him.
A deep and authoritative voice echoed in the air.
He is Thanos, the Warlord of the Universe.