Lin Ze spent two days watching the movies and digesting their contents, but he still had plenty of questions, and he desperately needed someone to answer them.
Knock, knock, knock.
Minister Wu looked up, his handsome face scrunching into a steamed bun. "Holy crap, Xiao Lin, what happened to you? Look at that bird's nest on your head and those dark circles. Didn't I tell you to go home and recuperate? How did you end up looking this rough?"
"Ugh, don't get me started. It's all because of those movies you gave me."
Lin Ze pulled out a chair and sat across from Minister Wu's desk.
"Well, look at that! Our comrade Xiao Lin has learned to take initiative. Not bad, not bad." Minister Wu teased Lin Ze as he took out a cup and poured some chrysanthemum tea for his shaken subordinate.
"Here, top-quality baby chrysanthemum. Have some and cool off."
Minister Wu raised his cup in invitation.
"Don't mind if I do." Lin Ze took the tea and gulped down a big mouthful.
"Well? What brings you here?" As soon as Lin Ze set down his cup, Minister Wu urged him to speak.
Lin Ze cleared his throat and organized his thoughts.
"I watched all the movies. Minister, I wanted to ask: without the External Transmigration Department's intervention, would the mission targets' worlds end up the same way as in the movies?"
Minister Wu sipped his tea and glanced at Lin Ze. "Of course not."
Lin Ze murmured, "Not the same?"
Minister Wu drained his cup, picked a chrysanthemum petal off his front tooth, and nodded. "Of course. Without you going on that mission, Tony Stark wouldn't even have survived Iron Man, let alone lived long enough to kick the bucket in Endgame."
"..."
"Ah, feeling lost, are