There was deathly silence inside the "scavenger's Bane" spacecraft, with only the low hum of the engine and the rough and frightened breathing of the crew. The three most advanced stealth collectors disappeared silently into nothing in an instant, and even failed to send out a distress or attack signal. This complete and incomprehensible Oblivion is far more frightening than a fierce explosion.
"Retreat... retreat! Leap immediately! Leave this ghost galaxy!" The voice of leader Razorclaw lost its previous arrogance, leaving only the hoarseness caused by fear. He didn't even dare to recall the warning of the Shi'ar Empire. At this moment, every word felt like an ice pick biting the bones.
The spacecraft turned around awkwardly, desperately consuming precious energy, and made a hasty long-distance jump with random coordinates, escaping from Solar System, as if there was a cosmic evil ghost chasing behind it.
However, their experiences did not deter other potential snoops. On the contrary, the failure of Hyena Pack was like another Shocker story, quietly circulating in the dark corners of the universe, but instead aroused some weirder and less common sense curiosity.
In the gap between reality and dreams, in the shadow place where dimensions intersect, some indescribable consciousnesses began to carefully probe their "tentacles" towards the marked planet. They are not entities or energy beings, but more like an aggregation of concepts, a ghost of information. They have limited interest in the material world, but are attracted by Xiao Han's "existence" itself that disturbs the structure of reality and can even attract Watchers Council's attention.
As a result, a new "noise" began to appear.
It does not act on the physical senses, but directly echoes at the level of perception, reverberating in the background of consciousness. They are countless subtle, chaotic, and illogical "whispers" - not languages, but pure information fragments, distorted sensory feedback, and absurd dream afterimages. They are like viruses, trying to infect and interpret the huge and strange "information source" (Xiao Han).
These whispers are pervasive and difficult to block. They make Strange suddenly see countless pairs of cold eyes while meditating; they make Wang hear meaningless digital screams when he is organizing the library; they give some sensitive superpowers nightmares at night.
Of course, their main target is Xiao Han.
Therefore, in addition to those cold gazes, energy prying, and restlessness inside the earth, a more maddening, spiritual "pollution" began to invade Xiao Han's perception.
Those chaotic whispers, those distorted fragments of information, were like the most vicious earworms, constantly hissing at the edge of his consciousness, trying to penetrate into his thinking.
**"... parse failed... non-standard structure..."
"... Energy... Entropy gain reversal... Contradiction..."
"...Watchers... Why focus on... value..."
"... devour... assimilate... understand..."
"... pain... pleasure... definition..."
"... meaningless... meaningless... meaningless..."**
Although these spam messages could not really affect his indestructible will, their continuous and meaningless harassment became the straw that broke the camel's back.
Xiao Han suddenly stood up from the beach chair.
The air around him stagnated for an instant, and the light seemed to be slightly distorted. The sea surface stopped undulating and seemed to turn into a huge piece of blue glass. With him as the center, an indescribable and suffocating pressure field began to spread.
His face was terrifyingly gloomy, and his eyes were no longer lazy or impatient, but filled with an almost substantive anger.
Annoying.
Very annoying.
Very annoying!
Endless peeking!
Endless flies!
Endless spam messages!
He just wants to bask in the sun quietly! Why is it so difficult?!
Why can't this world, this universe, be quiet?!
The irritation and anger that continued to accumulate finally broke through a certain critical point.
He no longer tried to identify the source of the noise, nor did he consider the consequences of taking action.
He only wants to do one thing now.
Clear the place.
Shut up all these damn noise-making bugs!
He raised his head, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the roof, penetrate the atmosphere, sweep across the low-Earth orbit, sweep across the distant starry sky, sweep across the dimensional barrier, and sweep through those invisible gazes.
His Super-Senses unfolded with unprecedented intensity, like an ever-expanding radar wave, accurately locking on every "noise source" within his perception range - whether it was physical, energy, or information.
Shi'ar reconnaissance ship (although it has escaped but is still marked), those scattered dimensional snoops, Watchers Council's "Silent Eye", several of the noisiest energy on earth A. I. M. base, a certain Hydra stronghold), and even Wakanda's suppressed but continuous energy fluctuations of Vibranium...
Everything was put into an invisible "cleaning list" by him.
The energy around him began to rise, no longer the unconscious fluctuations before, but a terrifying accumulation of energy with clear intentions. The sky darkened unknowingly, not because of the gathering of dark clouds, but because the light seemed to be sucked away by the powerful force field around him.
In the laboratory, Friday issued the highest level of alarm, and all energy readings instantly exploded and continued to soar!
"Boss! Mr. Xiao Han's energy response has increased sharply! The mode has changed! It has clear directionality and... attack intention!" Friday's voice even had a hint of urgency.
Tony·Stark turned pale, rushed to the window, and saw the figure downstairs that looked like a volcano about to erupt, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
"God... what does he want to do?!"
S.H.I.E.L.D., Wakanda, Sanctum Sanctorum... All organizations with monitoring capabilities detected the soul-shuddering surge of energy at the same time!
"Warning! An immeasurable amount of energy has been detected inside Solar System!"
"Source: Malibu! The intensity is still rising!"
"The target... the target cannot be locked! It seems... all directions?!"
Fear instantly swept through all those who knew about it.
Xiao Han slowly raised his right hand, fingers slightly spread.
He has no specific target, or in other words, all entities he labels as "noise sources" are targets.
He plans to have an undifferentiated, covering...
"Silence".
Just before his power is about to explode--
Buzz buzz--
An extremely sudden, familiar, and non-threatening mechanical vibration sounded next to him.
It was the stupid little robot who was responsible for delivering things. He was carrying a glass of freshly brewed, chilled juice and glided to his side. The mechanical arm was trying hard to lift the cup, and its electronic eyes were flashing a harmless blue light.
In its program, it's time for food delivery.
This trivial, daily, and even comical interference is like a thin needle, gently popping the energy balloon that is about to explode.
Xiao Han paused slightly as he prepared to go.
He lowered his head and looked at the short robot, which was completely unable to feel the terrifying pressure field around it and was still fulfilling its duties, as well as the glass of juice that exuded a cool and sweet aroma.
Extremely terrifying destructive energy, and a glass of stupid juice.
The absurd comparison caused his thinking, which was filled with anger and irritability, to freeze for a moment.
It's this moment of stagnation...
Among the "noise sources" locked by him, the most sensitive ones - especially those dimensional snoopers and Watchers Council's "Silent Eye" - immediately captured this millionth of a second of pause and subtle changes in energy flow!
The survival instinct (or risk-avoidance protocol) allows them to react the fastest!
Whoosh!
Those scattered dimensional gazes disappeared without a trace in an instant, cutting off all connections with the universe and hiding back in their respective dimensional nests.
The "Silent Eye" of Watchers Council instantly adjusts the observation mode to a "hidden" state with absolutely zero interference, and its sense of existence is reduced to infinitely close to nothing, as if it had never existed.
The two largest and longest-lasting sources of noise disappeared.
Xiao Han was slightly startled.
The maddening background "whispers" and cold gazes around him were reduced by half in an instant.
Although those physical and energetic noise sources were still there, the mental pollution and system prying eyes that made him most irritated were gone.
The anger that had been accumulated to the top and wanted to destroy everything was like a balloon punctured by a needle. Although it did not completely disappear, it suddenly let out more than half of it.
He glanced at the robot still holding the juice, then at the gloomy sky (due to the disturbance of his energy field), and then sensed other noises that were weakened but still existed...
The terrifying red light in his eyes slowly faded, and the terrifying energy field around him fell back like a tide. Although it was still more active than usual, it was no longer on the verge of exploding.
The sky returned to normal and the sea began to rise and fall again.
He was silent for a few seconds, and then... reached out and took the glass of juice.
Take a sip.
It was too sweet. But I drank it anyway.
Immediately, he lay back on the chair and closed his eyes, as if the devastating momentum just now was just an illusion.
But all the monitoring equipment recorded the thrilling energy peak, and the interruption that inexplicably appeared at the last moment and saved... perhaps the entire Solar System.
In the laboratory, Tony·Stark collapsed on the ground, his whole body soaked with cold sweat, gasping for air.
"What... happened... just now?" he asked Friday incoherently.
"Unable to fully analyze, Mr. boss. Xiao Han seems to have entered some kind of... preparation for a large-scale cleanup, but stopped the operation at the last moment due to unknown reasons."
"Abort..." Tony looked at the figure downstairs who was basking in the sun again, feeling as if he had walked away from hell. He never wanted to experience this kind of fear again in his life.
Monitoring centers around the world are gradually recovering from the extreme panic, but the trembling feeling originating from the depths of the soul cannot go away for a long time.
Neither of them knew that a glass of juice and a robot had unintentionally delayed the end of the world.
But the crisis has not been resolved.
Xiao Han's irritability was only temporarily suppressed, but not eradicated.
The remaining "bugs" didn't know that they had just danced together in front of the gate of hell.
In the universe, there are always more ignorant beings who will be attracted by the energy peak that has not completely exploded and come to spy.
The critical point of the storm was only briefly postponed.
The pressure is still building up every minute.
Next time, will there be a glass of just the right juice?