This is the dreamland of Ian.
Perhaps it is also the "broken and extinct" universe that Lady Death calls it. Regardless of why his experiences with the crazy chef are different, Ian understands that he is most likely to be "parasitized" by Marvel Universe.
It's not bad luck either.
After all, PinHaoFan ate enough in his previous life.
It is reasonable to get hundreds of millions of poisons in this life.
"It really doesn't matter. Although it parasitizes me, I also get power from it. This dream and I each get what we need." Ian is not worried at all that he will become a lunatic like the chef at the sewage plant. After all, he cannot hear the whispers in his ears, nor is he influenced or bewitched by any obsession in the universe.
In this dream of deathly silence.
Ian couldn't even find anyone to communicate with.
He even wished he could have some whispers in his ears to communicate with him. As a normal person, who wouldn't want a friend that no one else can see?
How cool.
"Unfortunately, I don't have this luck. My psychological problems must be related to me being bored here every night. If there is an indescribable existence that can play poker with me every night, I definitely don't need to see the chef and doctor that my dad found for me." Ian raised his head and stared at Galactus in the clouds for a long time.
Galactus falls very slowly.
It doesn't conform to the laws of physics at all.
His neck was a little sore and he didn't wait until the opponent actually hit the earth.
"Waste my feelings!" Ian was not in a hurry. He thought of the crisp and urgent cry he heard before returning when he last entered this world. There may be living people in this world... Well, according to Lady Death, I'm afraid it should be called an afterimage from the past of this universe?
"Lady Death, praise you, are you still there?" Ian tried to pray to the goddess he held on his lap, but he did not feel any connection between himself and the goddess. This time, he did not even dial the wrong "phone" number, connecting to the "death" goddess here at Marvel.
Maybe Marvel No. 1 Bichi also died.
Ian is very sorry about this.
He also wanted to see two Death Goddess pulling each other's "hair" one day.
"No chance, no chance... But there must be people in this world who can communicate, whether they are human or not." Ian decided to try his luck again by going to the place where the corpses of Hulk and Homelander were.
"It's a remnant of the past, but it doesn't stop me from asking what happened in this universe - and by the way, I invite him to come and play a few games of Gwent with me every night."
"I listened to him bewitching me to relieve my boredom. He patiently played cards with me, and I still won twice." Ian identified the direction and started running towards the area that he had visited twice.
Very fast.
Far beyond normal people.
However, because the ground was too slippery, he still slipped and fell to the ground when he tried to jump over a blocking car, but this did not affect his forward speed.
"This is much faster than running!"
Ian is a person who knows how to adapt to local conditions. He used his hands as paddles and his butt as a boat to skate on the ice. He could even twist his butt to create a drift when turning.
It's an empty city anyway.
No matter how you play, you don't have to worry about social death.
In fact, Ian thinks this is even quite fun. When the second brother and the eldest brother realize that they are not afraid of wear and tear, he also plans to invite his family to find a snow mountain to compete together.
Use hands and feet together.
Ian soon slid himself onto a familiar street.
However.
"Where's my big Hulk? And my Getsuga Tensho, the Homelander that has lost all its head?" Ian looked at the empty street with a blank look in his eyes.
The big hole made by Hulk is still there, but the body is gone, and even the blood seems to have been cleaned up - maybe it was the body taken away by the voice heard when he returned last time?
"Could it be... that they were eaten by the doomsday survivors?" Ian had watched some doomsday movies before, and just when he imagined a group of doomsday survivors having a BBQ around Hulk's body.
"Raise your hand and show who you are and where you come from!"
suddenly.
A clear female voice came from behind.
With some caution.
Ian quickly got up from the ground, patted the dirt on his butt, turned his head and looked behind him, and saw a tall girl standing not far away.
The girl's figure is curved forward and backward.
Black leather pants outline the slender legs, and the upper body is a tight tactical vest. He holds a cool-looking gun in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun is pointed steadily at the boy not far away.
This was so exciting for the boy.
His eyes lit up immediately when he saw the gun in the opponent's hand.
This is a great opportunity for [students] to gain professional experience!
"Look! My hands are in my trouser pockets! Can you be more professional? Do you understand the tradition of America! At this time, you should empty the magazine directly at me!"
Ian's eyes reflected the other person's figure.
Girls have damn choppy waves.
At least it weighs several kilograms. Ian actually admires this kind of figure, but he hopes that the other party carries a full magazine with this weight.
"????"
The girl was obviously stunned after hearing Ian's words. She thought Ian was provoking her. After she recovered, she frowned and warned Ian in a serious tone.
"I'm not kidding you."
Said.
The girl tilted her gun slightly, pointed it at the ground next to Ian, and pulled the trigger, preparing to give Ian a blow. However, something she didn't expect happened just like that.
"Whew~"
Red light flashed across.
Originally the target was just the open space next to Ian.
Unexpectedly, Ian actually rushed towards the red light, thrusting his hands forward in the air. This guy was actually trying to catch the "bullet" that could not hit him!
The girl was greatly shocked by this.
[You tried to learn to grab bullets with your hands. Although the practical learning failed, you also learned some death-defying techniques. [Student] professional experience value +5]
Ian is very fast.
But he failed to gain his first success.
Caught a loneliness.
Ian is very embarrassed.
He pinched his hand that failed to catch the bullet.
"Well, I'm just a little rusty. I used to be very good at pinching bullets with my bare hands." Ian likes to tell little lies. He thinks it's because Galactus's forehead in the sky is too flashy that it affects his performance.
Otherwise.
You have eight times the physical fitness of an ordinary person and still can't catch a bullet?
That's not scientific!
"Please wait for me, thank you." Ian made a pause gesture to the confused girl. After saying that, he turned around and rushed towards a frozen car on the side of the road.
Pure violence.
It's the simplest way to open the door.
"Clang!"
"Not this..."
"Crack!"
"Nor..."
Finally.
After looking for several used cars, Ian found what he wanted - a pair of sunglasses.
"Give me another chance?"
Ian adjusted his status.
"..."
The girl watching the series of operations of Ian had strange eyes.
"This is Laser Gun... it doesn't shoot bullets." She said quietly, which also made Ian understand why she failed to catch the bullet, and she had gained a lot more experience than before.
It turns out that the difficulty has been increased.
Now it's scientific.
Of course.
Ian suddenly realized that he still didn't give up.
"I don't believe it, unless you shoot me again so that I can't be stubborn anymore." Ian was very greedy for all the lasers in the opponent's magazine, so he decided to use the most classic trick of playing hard to get.
Just.
His provoking method failed to take effect successfully.
The girl looked at him.
Rolled his eyes.
Immediately.
He took out a walkie-talkie.
"Betty, I am Gwen... I have captured the person who can teleport, but his thinking seems not normal. I need a doctor to come to my side to assist me in evaluation."
"Let's see if he becomes a lunatic like those superheroes in the past."
The girl is calling her accomplice.
Ian was very surprised at the name the other party mentioned when calling himself.
Just.
He is more concerned about the girl's misunderstanding of him.
"I'm not a madman, and I don't need to change my psychiatrist." Ian knew that his psychiatrist was a real madman, but he still felt that he should not dislike Dr. Hannibal.
After all.
Dr. Hannibal The medicine there is really powerful.