In the end, Ling Yi gave up on the idea of bringing Thanos into the game instance.
This Purple Sweet Potato Spirit is ultimately a major villain in Marvel, so let him continue to strive for his great cause.
I haven't thought of any other suitable candidates yet, so 10 people it is.
50,000 experience points were instantly deducted, bringing the total number of players to 20.
Ten new Player Mark simultaneously coalesced and then automatically entered the Void...
After finishing all this, Ling Yi clapped his hands, turned around and went downstairs. He planned to go to the supermarket to buy some ingredients to cook a delicious lunch and make up for the brain cells he had used up.
When Ling Yi returned carrying a bunch of groceries, he happened to see a little boy sitting on the steps in front of his neighbor's house, looking at him with a curious expression.
"Little guy, if you don't mind, you can come and have lunch with me." Ling Yi knew that this was Peter Parker, the future Spider-Man.
However, Peter is still too young right now, probably only twelve or thirteen years old.
Peter hesitated upon hearing Ling Yi's words.
He knew Ling Yi was a new neighbor, and Peter was still very curious about this stranger with an Asian face.
East Asians generally congregate in the Dragon Street area; you rarely see them in the Queens.
But despite his curiosity, Ling Yi was ultimately a stranger to him.
"Do you have your parents' phone number?" Ling Yi asked.
Peter nodded.
"Call your parents and tell them you're having dinner at the neighbor's house, that way they won't worry," Ling Yi said, handing over his phone.
Peter was indeed hungry. He hadn't had breakfast yet, and it was already 12:30, with his stomach rumbling.
As for Aunt May, she's currently working at a restaurant and probably won't be back until at least four or five in the afternoon.
The worst part was that Peter left in a hurry that morning and forgot his Key. If he had to wait like this, it would have been a real ordeal.
Peter took the phone from Ling Yi Peter started dialing Aunt May's number, but no one answered after several attempts.
Left with no other option, Peter sent a text message.
"Okay, come with me. Take another picture and send it over when we eat later."
Ling Yi understood Peter's caution, after all, this was the Ugly Nation, so he offered another suggestion.
"I'm sorry, Aunt May gets so busy she forgets everything. Next time, I'll have Aunt May make meat rolls for you."
"Don't overthink it. There's an old saying in our Ancient Country: 'A close neighbor is better than a distant relative.' Neighbors should help each other."
"Is that so? But I feel like all my neighbors are strangers; I can't even remember the names of the people next to me."
"My name is Ling Pals."
"Hello, Mr. Pals."
"See, they've remembered my name, haven't they?"
"Yes, Mr. Pals, you are a good neighbor."
"Call me Mr. Ling, or Brother Ling."
Little Peter thoroughly enjoyed the potato and Potato rib stew.
" Aunt May, let me tell you, I've never eaten such delicious food before!"
Peter ate while filming a video on Ling Yi's phone.
"I strongly suggest you do this next time. Trust me, you won't be disappointed."
"Oh, I forgot, your cooking skills have never been very good. You'd better come and learn from Brother Ling."
"Look, this is Brother Ling!"
Peter pointed his phone at Ling Yi, Ling Yi saluted and gave a big smile.
"Okay, that's all. Be careful on your way back. Love, Peter!"
After recording the video, Peter sent it directly to Aunt May.
"Don't you have school today?" Ling Yi asked as he took the phone.
"It's the weekend," Peter explained.
"The weekend?"
Ling Yi has only been in this world for a little over two days, so he has almost forgotten about the date.
Ling Yi had no friends in his previous life, and he has none in this life either.
As for Brock, he was merely a friend of this body, not Ling Yi's.
Besides, Brock is already dead.
Ling Yi didn't know how other transmigrators got through this period of loneliness, or rather, how they so easily integrated into a strange world.
In short, Ling Yi still feels only a sense of unfamiliarity with this world.
But Peter's chattering Peter actually alleviated some of his loneliness...
In Lin Zhong on the border of Nigeria, Bruce Banner, wrapped in a tattered rag, huddled under a giant tree, gnawing on a fruit whose name he did not know.
The fruit was extremely sour and astringent, causing Banner to frown as he ate it.
But for him, who hadn't eaten anything for three days, the sour fruit was able to alleviate his hunger.
At this moment, Banner looked utterly desperate and dejected.
Three months ago, an experiment changed everything.
He Transformation from an ordinary scientist into an uncontrollable monster.
Having fled and evaded General Ross's pursuit, they unknowingly ended up here.
He knew that General Ross was still looking for him.
As a scientist hired by General Ross and the boyfriend of General Ross's daughter, Banner knew General Ross very well.
This is a stubborn, prejudiced, and hawkish general who regards human life as worthless.
General Ross's research team has always been dedicated to building an Transcendent team, much like the Super Soldier Program during World War II. In other words, General Ross's research team is a continuation of the Super Soldier Program.
This is the best result for General Ross so far, out of all the test results.
Although, all of this stemmed from an accident.
Banner knew very well that once Thaddeus Ross caught him, he would become Little White on the testing table.
Those mad scientists will stop at nothing to reverse engineer experimental data and then create a large number of monsters like him.
However, this monster was uncontrollable. When the Hulk appeared, Banner's consciousness could still Perception some external information, but it was completely out of control.
It felt as if another soul had possessed my body, and this feeling was very unpleasant.
Only occasionally, when facing familiar people, can Banner have some control over Hulk's behavior, such as when he sees Betty.
These three months on the run were absolutely terrible. No matter how Banner tried to control himself, he would Transformation whenever his emotions Changes drastically.
Everything around him will be utterly destroyed; so far, he has no idea how many people the Hulk has killed or how many buildings he has destroyed.
Fortunately, after so much time has passed, Banner has learned some tricks. As long as he controls his emotions, the Hulk won't appear.
He'd heard that Buddhism in the East was very helpful for Emotion Control, so he planned to make a trip there next.
After finishing the fruit in his hand, Banner slowly stood up. Just then, he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his right wrist, and he involuntarily looked over.
A coin-sized, dark cesium star-shaped tattoo slowly appeared on my wrist.
At the same time, an electronic voice rang in his mind.
"Ding! Welcome Bruce Banner about to log into the Rogue Encampment dungeon world. Please prepare yourself..."
"Ding! Player's soul abnormality detected. Please make the following choice."
"Ding! Option 1: Directly erase the abnormal soul and gain control of the basic Transformation ability, but you will lose the potential for advancement. This Transformation ability is controllable!"
"Ding! Option two: Fusion an abnormal soul, gain control of the initial Transformation ability, retain one-thousandth of the potential for advancement. This Transformation is controllable!"
"Ding! Option 3: Completely erase the Transformation ability and abnormal soul. As compensation, you will receive 10 million experience points!"
Banner froze on the spot. He instinctively rubbed the Player Mark on his wrist, but it was impossible to erase.
"Who are you?"
"Ding, please make your choice as soon as possible, 10...9...8..."
Although he didn't know what had happened, Banner's mind was still racing.
He almost instinctively wanted to choose the third option, but deep down he felt that if he chose the third option, he would lose what was most important to him.
He didn't know what 10 million experience points meant or their value, but the last sentence of the first two points was "it Transformation controllable."
This put Banner in a dilemma: what would happen if he lost his ability to Transformation?
How will he defend himself against General Ross's pursuit once again?
He knew Thaddeus Ross too well; Ross was a fanatic who only believed in himself. Even if he told Thaddeus Ross that he had completely lost the Hulk's power, Ross would still put him on the test bench.
At that point, he will truly have no power to resist at all.
As for the second option, Fusion with an abnormal soul, Banner chose to pass without hesitation.
Hulk's soul is that of a Beast. If he Unification Beast, will he be affected and have his personality altered?
This is very unreliable.
so...
I choose option one!
"Ding! Congratulations, player, your selection was successful. Abnormal souls are being eliminated."
Banner seemed to hear an angry Roar in his mind.
This might be the Hulk's last Roar in this world.
Instantly, Banner felt a sense of relief in his mind, but before he could react, a wave of dizziness washed over him, and the space shifted.
When he came to his senses, he found himself in an unfamiliar environment.
At the same time, information about the Rogue Encampment game instance also entered his mind.
"So, this is the Chosen One."
Banner suddenly felt a pang of regret. If he had chosen option three, how many levels could he have reached with 10 million experience points?
At that time, you can choose any profession and you probably won't be too weak, and you won't have to worry about General Ross chasing you anymore.
Meanwhile, Ling Yi also received an additional notification from the system.
"Ding! The system has successfully collected one mutated soul and one set of mutated gene data. These can Fusion the Barbarian class to improve the Barbarian skill tree. Updating... Update complete..."
"What's going on?" Ling Yi asked, somewhat bewildered.