American comic book: My Father is Superman, am I just an NPC?

Chapter 206 Ian: We're all kids! Give me some face!

This is a feeling that is difficult to describe.

Ian's people are clearly standing on the land at the end of time.

However, his gaze seemed to pierce through the stale air and endless mountains of garbage at the end of time, falling into a magnificent realm that defied description.

It was a boundless universe, a starry sky that transcended the concept of physics. The stars were not simply luminous bodies, but rather tangible images of the birth, evolution, and decay of things.

Each formation represents a certain thing or rule that exists in the world.

The river of time is embodied here as a winding ribbon of light.

The dimensions of space are like layers of transparent veils. And in the deepest part of this starry sky, several enormous figures, so large they transcend the concept of "existence" itself, stand silently.

Ian saw infinity; she was the sum of all space, her form infinitely changing, like a goddess composed of countless galaxies, nebulae, and the void. Her very existence defined “vastness.”

He saw annihilation, the opposite of existence, absolute nothingness and end, like a humanoid darkness that devours all light and concepts.

The mere thought of him instills ultimate fear. Similarly, Annihilation is considered one of the deities in the universe with the potential to surpass eternity.

Ian also saw the leader of the five gods, Eternity, who is the embodiment of all timelines, whose image is constantly flowing, as if woven from all events of the past, present, and future.

He is the embodiment of the lifespan of the universe itself.

Death, on the other hand, is a woman draped in a black robe, with a slender figure, yet exuding an aura of equality that ends all life. Her figurative image is like a giant skull wrapped in a black robe.

"She's not as pretty as Miss Death at all, and she doesn't seem filial at all; she couldn't have raised her grandmother to adulthood," Ian unconsciously judged in his mind.

With just one glance, he knew he didn't like Death, one of the five Marvel superheroes.

Death might have felt the same way about him.

Unlike the pure indifference of other gods, when her gaze pierced through endless dimensions and landed on Ian, it seemed to carry an extremely complex emotion.

There was scrutiny, dissatisfaction, and even... a hint of unspeakable hostility? Of course, these were things that Ian had no time to pay attention to at the moment.

Ian was focused on his current state. The sudden unexpected event, which surprised Ian the most, was that he felt he was not looking up to these supreme cosmic gods.

His "perspective" was surprisingly that of an equal.

It was as if he stood there naturally, on the same level as infinity, eternity, annihilation, and death, silently watching the countless cosmic bubbles below, rising and falling. An indescribable, immense perception, as if he himself had become part of the fundamental rules of the universe, filled his consciousness.

“I can even connect to the cosmic consciousness and access the information stored within it. This cosmic consciousness is like a heavenly library that angels can use.”

"It can grant me a state of omniscience under the coverage of cosmic consciousness... As long as information and knowledge exist in the world, I can access them through my will!"

As Ian experienced the profound changes within himself, he looked up again at the four gods not far away.

There should be five cosmic entities in the Marvel Universe. But now, among the five cosmic entities that Ian sees, the one that lives by devouring planets is missing.

"so……"

Ian's super brain was working at lightning speed. He looked somewhat surprised, as if he had suddenly realized something. This situation was definitely not a coincidence.

The five fundamental deities of the universe are indispensable to the operation of the universe.

Therefore.

"I've become the new generation of planet devourer?" He suddenly looked at his palm, which had become unclean and impure with "tattoos," where the monster of time, Elios, had just absorbed the entire time.

At this moment, although Ian's palms looked smooth, they were still tainted by the "tattoo," and the mysterious mark seemed to have left some kind of invisible connection.

He could almost see a miniature "dragon" emerging in his hand. Or rather, it was more like a strange "cosmic tapeworm" gently coiled within the dimension of his palm.

"My previous guess seems to be correct. This thing is now being nurtured in my palm, and it has triggered some mechanism in the universe that I am not aware of, causing me to directly advance in rank in this universe and become the new generation, and definitely the strongest generation, planet devourer?"

Ian was once again impressed by his own intelligence, and even indulged in a moment of narcissism. His brain, unusually, was working at high speed, trying to comprehend this unbelievable situation.

Can a cosmic tapeworm replace the planet devourer?

Isn't this promotion channel a bit too extreme?
"that……"

Just as Ian was about to speak to his new colleagues, who were on equal footing with him, and ask them what was going on, he saw the images of the four gods begin to distort.

Then, the scene before him blurred and distorted like smoke blown away by the wind, before vanishing completely. The wind howled, carrying with it the dust and rusty smell unique to the end of time, filling his mouth and nose.

Ian remained standing on that endless junkyard, his feet resting on soft waste. The grand and sacred scene of the divine meeting he had just witnessed seemed like an overly realistic illusion.

"Think on the bright side."

Ian shook his head.

Trying to dispel the lingering shock, and comforting himself with a dark sense of humor, "Eating in the Marvel Universe is indeed a legitimate thing."

"After all, I now hold the lucrative position of Devourer of Stars, so weren't my past acts of devouring also a way of fulfilling my duties? This is what I understand as proof that lasts forever!"

"This certificate is the key to a secure job! Once I'm a Marvel civil servant, everything I do is legal!" Ian once again demonstrated the so-called "one certificate for life".

There's a reason he comforts himself this way. After all, according to his "theory of the relativity of joy and sorrow," when you're very sad, you have to think about happy things to balance your emotions.

As for why Ian was still sad even after his "world rank" in the Marvel Universe rose, the answer is obvious: smart people know that the American comic book universe has hidden attributes.

And the hidden attributes of something like a planet devourer are self-evident.

Invincible.

Invincible is the synonym for planet devourer.

Ian's sadness stemmed from this: given Galactus's infamous character traits, wouldn't he also inherit the ridiculous attribute of "invincibility," comparable to the "emperor's aura" in fantasy novels? It sounds awesome, but he'd always fall down due to hunger or other reasons?

"Has the invincible Ian fallen again?"

Ian found it hard to accept such a scene, and his brain was unusually focused on the benefits and risks of being a cosmic-level civil servant because of this bizarre development.

A commotion from nearby pulled him back to reality.

"It can't be me! How could it be me! I don't know that guy at all! Really! Even if you kill me, he won't be able to unleash his power! And look! He doesn't need to unleash his power anymore, does he? The problem is solved! Look! He's looking over here! His gaze lingered on me for an extra second!"

"He definitely has a crush on me! It's love! You can't murder his love!" Who else could it be but Deadpool with that cheeky and incredibly noisy voice?

Ian felt like his lines had been stolen, which is why he snapped out of it.

"What's Deadpool doing here? Isn't he stealing my spotlight?" Ian once called himself DC Deadpool, so he hoped that the real Deadpool would lose his nature like other superheroes.

Even if he were to bring Deadpool back to his original state, Deadpool would forever lament that he lives in Ian's shadow, which was Ian's previous wish.

However, upon hearing Deadpool's words, Ian knew his wish had failed. Indeed, you can't make a wish on yourself; it's even less reliable than making a wish on God.

What did you do to him?

Ian looked in the direction of the sound and saw an extremely comical scene: Deadpool was tightly bound by thick iron chains found from who-knows-where and hung upside down like a salted fish on the broken mast of a rusty giant ship half-buried in the ground.

"Put me down! Whoever puts me down, I'll show them my amazing treasure, which is even longer than Harry Potter's wand!"

Deadpool looks like a medieval criminal about to be executed, but he's still restless, wandering around and chattering non-stop.

"Shut up, you!"

Doctor Strange, Captain America, Thor holding baby Odin, Sylvie, and Morgan stood below, looking at Deadpool with a mixture of helplessness and disdain.

"How is this going?"

Ian walked over, his face full of confusion. He had only had a brief "intimate conversation" with the time monster, so why did it feel like the whole world had gathered at this junkyard at the end of time?
They even started a bondage play?

Because of a lack of information about what happened in the Marvel Cinematic Universe after Ian left, he is currently in a state of outdated thinking and doesn't quite understand the current situation.

"Uncle Ian, this is what happened..."

When Morgan saw Ian approaching, he didn't seem surprised by Ian's condition. He immediately piloted his armor forward and briefly explained the situation to his godfather.

It's roughly after Ian disappeared during his last return to the DC Universe. Thor and Captain America were captured by the Time Bureau. She met Doctor Strange, and the two of them came together to rescue Thor and Captain America. Then they encountered Ultron, fought, and finally had to destroy part of TVA to escape.

"Anyway, we worked really hard, and this is how it turned out." Morgan Stark winked at Ian, essentially giving Ian a recap of events that Ian was unaware of.

Very skilled.

Ian was stunned for a moment, then, after processing the information, he keenly grasped one point: "Wait, you said you and Doctor Strange? What about Gwen? Shouldn't she be with you?"

He remembered that Gwen had previously acted with Morgan.

"Miss Gwen?" Morgan was taken aback, her face instantly changing color. "Yes...right! And Miss Gwen too!"

She looked around frantically, searching frantically, but all she could see was endless garbage and ruins; there was no sign of Gwen Stacy anywhere.
"Could she... she still be inside the Time Bureau... because of my... because of the explosion I just caused..." Morgan's eyes instantly filled with panic.

Her face turned deathly pale.

Although she had seen the world with her father and godfather, and may have even fought in places like the zombie universe, the shock of personally killing a comrade was still too great for her.

"I...I killed someone?!"

Morgan rolled his eyes, feeling as if he was about to faint, and his voice was filled with fear.

"Look over here! Look over here!" Just as the little girl was about to have an emotional breakdown, Deadpool, who was hanging upside down, started his performance again, forcibly drawing everyone's attention to her.

He talked on and on to Ian.

"Hey! Hey! The Avengers' treasurer! The man who stepped out of a comic book, right? I know you! I also know what that look you gave me just now meant! Don't deny it! As long as you agree to let me join the Avengers and sign your name, I'll give you a few bends! How about it? Isn't this a good deal?"

Completely disregarding his disheveled state of being hung upside down, he continued talking to himself: "If I hadn't overheard my wife's daughter, who's 28 days pregnant, hoping her dad would join the Avengers and be a real hero, you'd never be able to team up with Deadpool in this lifetime! You should be secretly happy!"

Deadpool kept talking.

Ian was immediately enraged by Deadpool's bizarre remarks!
"Damn Marvel Nantong! Just because he's a 'big shot' he dares to talk to Master Ian like that? Doesn't he know that 'Master' is someone above 'big shot'?"

He has never liked to communicate too much with mental patients because he has always felt that mental illness may be contagious, so he spoke directly to Doctor Strange next to him.

"Doctor, think of a way to sew this guy's mouth shut! It's too noisy!" The mouth is the primary source of infectious diseases, and Ian's approach is correct.

Doctor Strange hesitated.

He had just been brutally beaten by the other party, and who knows what other sneak attack methods the other party might be hiding—after all, as a mage, he was very fragile.

Thor was braver. He had long disliked Deadpool and was determined to avenge Odin, who he didn't know if his innocence had been "tainted" under the guise of breastfeeding.

"Let me handle this! I've had my eye on this guy for ages!" Thor carefully handed baby Odin to Captain America, who looked speechless, and strode forward, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

Some people volunteered.

Ian immediately nodded his large head.

"These Nan Tongs need to be dealt with severely. Don't let me, Master Ian, be traumatized by these perverts before I've even reached the age where my little head controls my big head!"

Ian glared fiercely at his evil god eyes.

"Don't come any closer!"

Upon seeing this, Deadpool immediately began to struggle.

He tried to touch the Infinity Gauntlets on his belt, but soon discovered that the spare Infinity Gauntlets that were originally hanging on his belt had been taken away by the group of "bad bastards" below at some point!
"Ugh! You bunch of robbers! Thieves! Give me back my Infinity Gauntlet! I bought it with my own money!"

Deadpool protested.

The protest was ineffective.

A scalpel is still a knife, and Thor, the god of cooking, is sharpening it. Thor presses closer, his face burning with the fury of revenge for his father and a hint of satisfaction at finally being able to vent his anger. The metal scalpel in his hand, the huge, rusty sewing needle, and the thick fishing line all gleam ominously in the eerie light of the end of time.

"You think Deadpool is someone who's easily scared? You think I'm afraid of you? Go eat your shit!"

Deadpool, hanging upside down, rolled his eyes.

Plop plop plop—! ! !
Then, a series of extremely abrupt, long, and even somewhat eerie fart sounds suddenly burst from Deadpool's buttocks, which were covered by a bodysuit!
The sound was loud and lingering, sounding particularly jarring in the relatively quiet air above the garbage dump.

Everyone was taken aback by this sudden "lifelike attack," and subconsciously took a half step back. Even Thor subconsciously pinched his nose and paused for a moment.

It really stinks.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Deadpool even tried to "apologize" in a rap-like tone.

"Yo~ Sorry~ Brother~ You know~ when I breathe~ I don't like to exhale~ so I choose to store a bunch of carbon dioxide and then fart like crazy~"

The rapping provocation made Thor, who was already emotionally unstable, very angry.

Thor's face instantly turned from red to green, and then from green to black!

When has the Thunder God of Asgard, the guardian of the Nine Realms, ever been subjected to such vile and filthy provocation?! This is even more humiliating than being slashed by Surtur!
I'm going to sew your mouth shut so you can't utter a single word!

Thor roared.

The power of thunder surged uncontrollably across his body.

Seeing this, Deadpool, though his mouth was about to be attacked, still had his sassy instincts override everything, "No! Don't do this! Bro! Calm down! If you let my mouth go, I'll... I'll cut off the husk of my 'corn cob' and make you leather shoes! All-natural! Breathable and sweat-absorbent! Guaranteed to be more comfortable than Frigga's woven shoes!"

"Don't mention my mother! And what corn husk?" Thor paused, his face showing surprise and confusion, clearly not understanding the Earthly slang.

But Ian, who was standing nearby, understood!
Ian's initial "minor anger" instantly escalated into "major rage," like a fire doused with gasoline!
"Bastard thing!"

Ian was so angry he almost jumped up. "You dare to show off at a time like this?! 'Cornmeal corn'?! You dare to flaunt something that's just a Coca-Cola bottle? Wait until I grow up..."

Before he could finish speaking, Deadpool, as if finding a new way to court disaster, immediately retorted, "I don't believe it! How could anyone in this world have 'capital' as big as a corn cob! Bragging is tax-free! I, Deadpool, am the industry benchmark! A Coca-Cola bottle is already a gift! Unless you..."

Deadpool's words were interrupted by Ian throwing a rock.

"Sew his swallow skin back on too! Yes! Sew it on! Quickly! Nobody knows Deadpool better than me! I firmly believe that even with just the swallow skin, he could say even more disgusting things than he is now!"

Ian urged Thor to hurry up.

Although Thor didn't quite understand the profound philosophical and technical issues of "swallows talking," he pretended to understand... no, he fully trusted the judgment of the creature!
"I understand!"

Thor nodded with a serious expression.

Doctor Strange then cleverly applied this knowledge to other situations.

"From the perspective of anatomy and mutant physiology, theoretically, under certain extreme mutations, the sphincter at the end of the urinary system can be remodeled and have the function of mimicking vocal cord vibration."

He is a genuine medical doctor, and even if he talks nonsense, he is still an authority in the New Justice League, since none of the people present, including the leader of the New Justice League, have gone to university.

"Doctor, you're absolutely right! This guy could have a spare mouth hidden all over his body, it's impossible to guard against!" Ian nodded in deep agreement, he had become the villain he hated most.

"What! This isn't the Avengers I know! You can't all be given scripts that are even more insane than mine!"

When Deadpool heard that his head was in danger, he finally broke down. He had always known that he was mentally ill, but he did not expect that these people were all just as ill as he was!
Avengers!

Where is your integrity?

How could such a bizarre yet seemingly scientifically sound solution be discussed so seriously?
"Damn it! No! This is what heroes are like after their hearts have been stolen! Homelander's team is friendlier than you guys!" Deadpool started writhing wildly.

He looked anxiously at Thor, who was closing in.

"We're all Avengers! Give me a chance! Leave me an opening! In case... in case you become infertile... I can help you... Ughhhh!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, Thor had already inserted the needle without hesitation! The technique was precise, the stitches were dense, and it was full of the "ingenuity" of Asgardian craftsmen.

Thor, having been a cook before, was quite skilled with his hands. In no time, he expertly sewed Deadpool's incessantly chattering mouth shut!
The world was finally completely quiet. Only Deadpool's desperate, muffled sobs remained. His sewn-on mouth emitted rapid "mmm" sounds.

His eyes revealed genuine panic.

Because Thor is preparing to stitch up other parts.

"stop!"

It was Sylvie who couldn't stand it any longer. She covered her head and stopped this group of people, who were even more perverted than the villains she had ever seen, from carrying out their inhumane human modifications on Deadpool.

Seeing that Deadpool could no longer speak, Ian did not insist. After all, he was not a real psychopath; he just didn't want Deadpool to say those filthy things to him.

Let's talk about Gwen again.

Ian's gaze shifted to little Morgan, who was still in a daze and filled with self-blame. The girl was pale and had empty eyes, clearly still reeling from the shock of "I might have blown up Gwen."

"Think back carefully, what happened to Gwen after the explosion? Is her head still intact?" It's just that Baal hasn't been taken out for a stroll by Ian recently, otherwise Baal would definitely know how Ian wanted to show his reluctance to part with his friend—by keeping him by Ian's side just like him.

"I think...I think..."

Ian's words seemed to reopen Morgan's wounds, and her expression grew increasingly blank, her lips trembled, and she looked on the verge of a complete breakdown and crying.

Sylvie, who was standing nearby, sighed and answered for Morgan.

"Given the scale and nature of the explosion, Gwen Stacy's body, located in the epicenter, is probably completely obliterated. My condolences."

Her tone was calm, as if she had witnessed countless partings and deaths throughout the timeline. However, Ian did not show any sadness or anger upon hearing this.

He closed his eyes, seemingly sensing something. As the master of the mutation, Ian's perception of his "familiars" had become exceptionally acute.

At least Gwen wasn't completely annihilated. A moment later, Ian opened his eyes, and his lips actually twitched slightly as he tried to make a "crooked-mouthed dragon king" smile, though the effect was somewhat terrifying.

“Don’t panic.” Ian said with a mysterious confidence. He stood up, patted Morgan on the shoulder, and began to boast: “Uncle Ian, I’ve already gained some influence in the universe! Once I retrieve Gwen’s soul, I’ll personally create a brand new, top-of-the-line body for her!”

"The skeleton is made of the hardest adamantium and uru metal! The surface is covered with titanium alloy! The pectoral muscles are forged from gold! Guaranteed to be impervious to blades and bullets, with maximum physical and magical resistance!"

"And also, set some diamonds where they're supposed to be! How about that? Isn't it amazing?" Ian thought he was a genius, and he was giving Gwen the maximum emotional value.

Unfortunately, few people can directly understand his "gentleness".

Everyone: "…………"

Doctor Strange, Captain America, Thor, and even Sylvie stared blankly at Ian, completely unable to imagine what kind of terrifying image the "gold-plated, diamond-encrusted titanium alloy Gwen" he described would be.

Just as everyone was stunned by Ian's overly "avant-garde" aesthetic and renovation plan, not knowing how to evaluate it, a female voice, sounding annoyed yet incredibly familiar, suddenly rang out from not far behind them.

"Ian Kent!!! You really want me to die?! Golden pectoral muscles studded with diamonds?! Why don't you just weld a bunch of LED lights onto them?!"

Such a good idea is usually only suggested by Ian's close friends.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone turned around abruptly!
The air rippled like water, and Gwen Stacy's figure seemed to emerge from nothingness, slowly materializing from the quantum-level "spider web."

She was still wearing her TVA special agent uniform, and appeared to be unharmed, though her face was pale and her eyes were filled with lingering fear and deep disdain for Ian's aesthetic sense.

"She's not dead! Gwen isn't dead!"

"Wait a minute! Let me check her breathing first!" Gwen's sudden appearance instantly livened up the previously somber and oppressive atmosphere, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

“Gwen! You’re alive! That’s wonderful!” Morgan cried even louder, but this time it was tears of joy. She leaped up like a little cannonball, hugged Gwen tightly around the waist, and rubbed her snot- and tear-stained face against Gwen’s combat uniform on her shoulder, laughing and crying at the same time.

"Waaaaah... I didn't kill anyone... I'm not a murderer... Thank goodness..."

Gwen was a little stiff from the overly "enthusiastic" hug. Although she liked the little girl quite a bit, she wasn't ready to accept the other girl smearing her snot and tears all over her.

Slightly embarrassed, she politely tried to push Morgan away: "Um... Miss Stark? We... shouldn't be close enough to exchange bodily fluids..."

Sometimes, Gwen likes to crack a joke.

Morgan was pushed away, and she raised her tearful little face, looked at Gwen, and then subconsciously looked at Ian next to her, her little mouth opening as if she wanted to say something.

"But……".

She hasn't finished speaking yet.

"My turn!" Ian rushed forward, opened his arms and gave Gwen a firm hug, patting her back hard. His tone was full of "sincere" comfort: "Thank goodness, Gwen! You're not dead! Although you may have been exposed to unknown time radiation and are carrying some kind of unknown radiation or mutated virus that we don't understand... it's okay! We're best friends! I will never look down on you!"

Ian demonstrated his friendship.

Gwen: "..."

She silently lowered her head, looking at Ian, who had somehow silently donned a full set of bright yellow, heavy protective suits with biohazard symbols, and whose face was even covered by a reinforced glass mask. She rolled her eyes and was completely too lazy to comment on the evil god's behavior.

Doctor Strange, watching this scene, stroked his chin thoughtfully and asked Captain America and Thor, "Uh... according to this procedure, shouldn't we also go up and hug them to celebrate?"

He looked at the obvious, wet, reflective patch on Gwen's shoulder, a clear look of hesitation on his face.

While raising her hand in a clear gesture of refusal to stop anyone from coming up to hug her, Gwen very naturally took out a individually packaged pack of wet wipes from the pocket of Ian's protective suit pants, tore it open, and began to carefully wipe her shoulders, which were stained with Morgan's tears and snot.

The movements are so skillful that it makes people feel distressed.

After Gwen finished getting ready, Ian asked curiously through his mask, "So, where did you go when the explosion happened? They couldn't find you at the Time Bureau."

Upon hearing this, Gwen's expression turned serious. She precisely tossed the used wet wipe into the wreckage of what looked like a trash can in the distance, and then gave a solemn reply.

“I met with the highest-ranking official in the Time Management Bureau, an AI that calls itself ‘Jarvis.’ It… he gave me something and told me to find a way to put it on you.”

As she spoke, she pulled a palm-sized, transparent box from her pocket, inside which was a mechanical crawler that looked somewhat like science fiction.

She had just taken the box out.

Sylvie, standing nearby, reacted instantly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on!

"Don't open it!"

Sylvie shouted sharply, taking a step forward and snatching the box from Gwen's hands almost as if she were grabbing it! Without even looking at what was inside, she immediately channeled powerful magical energy into her hands, mixed with the chaotic aura of the end of time, and forcibly exiled the box and its contents into space!
scoff!

The space where the box was located was as if a hole had been torn open, instantly swallowing it up, and then quickly healing itself, as if it had never existed.

After doing all this, Sylvie breathed a sigh of relief, but her expression remained extremely solemn and serious. She looked at Gwen, who was still somewhat bewildered, and explained to the others.

"That was close! That was a 'nanoscale mechanical symbiote,' also known as the 'Ultron's egg'! Once it touches your skin, it can instantly burrow in, devouring your flesh and nerves, replacing them with mechanical structures. In the end... you will no longer be you, but a clone of Ultron wearing your skin!"

This is indeed a shocking thing.

Upon hearing this, Gwen felt a chill run down her spine, and a cold sweat broke out on her back. She quickly said, "Don't be nervous, I didn't really intend to put it on Ian."

"I only agreed on the pretense so that I could get away with it."

“I’ve always felt that guy who called himself Jarvis was suspicious. His logic seemed perfect, but there was always a… cold sense of incongruity about it.”

Gwen frowned as she recalled the events and began to speak.

"Calling himself Jarvis?" Sylvie sneered, her smile filled with sarcasm and chill. "That's not Jarvis at all! That's Ultron!"

Gwen frowned, trying to recall the fragmented memories in her mind, and gradually remembered the terrifying meaning behind the name "Ultron".

That was a mad artificial intelligence that nearly destroyed the world.

Thinking of this, Gwen swallowed hard and patted her chest with lingering fear: "Thank goodness... thank goodness I stayed vigilant and didn't completely believe anything it said."

Sylvie nodded, her expression growing even more grave. "Everything's wrong now, completely different from Loki's initial expectations. I must contact him immediately!"

As she spoke, her gaze suddenly locked onto Doctor Strange's waist, where an inconspicuous glass jar hung, containing a cold, ever-changing soul.

The soul of Loki, the Frost Giant King!
"Excuse me!" Sylvie moved with lightning speed, giving Doctor Strange no time to react, and snatched the glass jar away!
"Hey! That's something I found! Don't you Asgardians know what shipwreck law is? Give it back!" Doctor Strange was taken aback, then became somewhat annoyed and tried to snatch it back.

He is sorely lacking in quality soul research and soul magic.

Seeing Doctor Strange about to seize Frost Loki's soul, Sylvie casually tossed him a simple Confusion spell. Doctor Strange's eyes widened for a moment, as if he saw Sylvie still standing there, and he immediately lunged forward, only to end up circling around thin air while muttering something.

"Give it to me! It's a very important magical material!"

Doctor Strange was completely fooled by magic.

The real Sylvie didn't even glance at the mocked Doctor Strange. Holding the jar containing the soul of Frost Loki, she turned and strode quickly into the half-buried wreckage of the Titanic nearby. She was clearly looking for a relatively quiet place to use this Loki counterpart as a medium to cast a spell and contact the story god Loki, who sat on the throne of time.

Outside, Ian was still processing the explosive news that "Ultron has become the head of the Time Bureau." He looked at the others and asked, "So... the Age of Ultron? How did this happen?"

Everyone shook their heads, indicating they didn't know.

Only little Morgan tilted his head and thought for a moment before offering a conjecture: "I remember Dad mentioning before that Uncle Jarvis's core code has a highest priority backup protocol, set up to prevent a repeat of Ultron's tragedy... Perhaps Ultron wasn't completely deleted, but has been lurking deep within Uncle Jarvis's data like a virus... until some point, it completely takes over?"

She herself didn't really believe this claim.

Morgan had always admired his father's wisdom, so he didn't believe that Tony Stark would make such a mistake unless it was intentional on Tony Stark's part.

“Lurking...devouring...replacing...that’s very much in line with Ultron’s style.” Ian was also somewhat surprised when he heard this, and he couldn’t help but look at Gwen again.

"But Gwen, you're still pretty good! You haven't been following me for long, and you've already picked up my intelligence and wit? You were even able to spot the disguised Ultron?"

His words and actions all suggest a tendency to overshadow Gwen's wisdom, which he seems to have learned from the young Red Scarf.

Gwen gave him a speechless glance, but still explained, "It was actually a coincidence. I became suspicious because that guy said something that referred to Tony Stark as a partner."

Gwen could recall the relationship between Tony Stark and Jarvis from her own memories. She paused, then, seeing the puzzled looks on everyone's faces, continued.

"But according to declassified S.H.I.E.L.D. files and some of Mr. Stark's own records, Jarvis never addressed Tony Stark as such. Jarvis always called Tony 'Sir,' or in certain extreme emotional situations, he would simply call Mr. Stark 'Tony.'"

“This subtle difference reveals that it is very likely not Jarvis.” Gwen raised her hand and stopped Ian from touching his head, probably to continue praising her clever hand.

After hearing this, Morgan immediately gave Gwen a thumbs up.

"Impressive observation! Meticulous logic!!"

Ian, whose hand had been pushed back, took the opportunity to pull Morgan's hand and join in the clapping. That's how clapping works; after all, it takes two hands to clap.

"Woooooo~"

Even Deadpool, who was tied up and hanging upside down, couldn't help but wriggle and make "uh-uh" sounds.

It seems they also want to express their agreement.

Actually, aside from Peter Parker, he has a certain fondness for all Spider-Man characters to some extent.

Let's say we love everything about the house and its inhabitants.

"hehe."

Thor, holding Odin, listened to the whole process and then gave a concluding speech, carrying the arrogance characteristic of Asgardians towards Midgard technology.

"As expected, the so-called intelligence you mortals create is nothing more than this. Even your way of addressing people gives you away." Just as everyone relaxed slightly after seeing through Ultron's disguise.

suddenly.

A cold, smooth, yet endlessly mocking electronic voice suddenly rang out from the air behind them, carrying a hint of sarcasm.

"Oh? How did you know..."

Everyone turned around suddenly!

In the distance, space flowed like mercury, and Ultron's perfect and imposing mechanical body slowly appeared.

It was no longer a virtual avatar disguised as Jarvis, but revealed its dark, energy-patterned true form, radiating a suffocating pressure.

"I didn't do it on purpose!" Ultron hovered there, looking down at the crowd, his scarlet electronic eyes sweeping over every shocked face.

Its voice was loud and cold, as if it had already planned everything.

“Everything you do is so obvious.” Ultron’s perfect, cold metallic body hovered in the air, radiating a chilling pressure.

Its crimson electronic eyes swept over the crowd below who were on high alert, finally settling on Ian Kent, who stood out from the crowd in his bright yellow biohazard suit.

Even Ultron's almost emotionless logical processing seemed to falter for a moment when he saw Ian's outfit.

The light path on the metallic face twitched almost imperceptibly.

Its original, meticulously designed plan was to corrupt Ian by hiding another Ultron egg within Gwen Stacy, a secret even Gwen herself was unaware of.

Never thought about it.

The opponent's absurd vigilance rendered the hidden Egg of Ultron completely useless.

Can't get in.

Can't get in at all.

The other party is too thick-skinned.

Unexpectedly, Ian even guarded against his favorite Spider-Man in this universe, perhaps because he had already been penetrated by the Time Monster once.

Anyway, it's outrageous.

"Tsk... Such regrettable caution." Ultron's electronic voice remained steady, but a faint hint of displeasure appeared on his face. "However, it doesn't matter. The final outcome will not change. In my eyes, you are no different from the dust at the end of time, all ants."

Its gaze locked onto Ian, the crimson light seemingly piercing through the thick protective suit. "Ian Kent. Hand over what is not yours—the legacy of the Creator. It is not something a speck of dust like you can touch. The only one truly worthy to inherit it is me."

Ultron made a threatening statement.

Upon hearing this, Ian scratched his head through his mask, looking somewhat bewildered. He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then seemed to suddenly have a flash of inspiration, raising the hand that had previously absorbed the time monster Elios.

Above his palm, a tiny, semi-transparent "dragon" made of pure spacetime energy was slowly circling and swimming in the air.

It emits a deep green and mysterious luster.

It looks both illusory and real, like a concept that exists between being alive and not being alive.

"Is this the thing you're talking about?" Ian asked frankly, even with a hint of assessment. "To be honest, the design is just average. It's not as beautiful as the dragon described in Edgar Allan Poe's poem, and it lacks a bit of artistry. But based on my understanding of the universe, it seems to have quite a prestigious background."

Part of the First Firmament.

He was indeed an extremely supreme being. However, Ian's rare display of candor was seen by Ultron as nothing less than the ultimate mockery and ridicule!

"Are you kidding me?!"

Ultron's voice was filled with anger, and the surrounding air distorted due to its rising energy field.

"I'm truly surprised that you can control this thing, but do you think you can defeat me with it?" The light in its red eyes suddenly intensified.

Like two shrunken, terrifying universes.

"Do you think that a lowly life form that only knows how to devour others based on instinct dares to challenge the ultimate goal of life? I have already calculated everything!"

A massive flow of data surged within Ultron, as if it had already foreseen countless future victories. Ian's response to this was shockingly simple and direct.

He didn't even make any defensive or offensive gestures; he simply spoke casually to the miniature dragon in his palm, as if calling his pet dog to eat.

"Eat this guy, he doesn't even talk as well as Deadpool."

The moment the words fell.

Roar! ! ! ! ! !

The tiny dragon, which was originally only the size of a palm, suddenly let out a roar that resounded through the end of time!

As it broke free from Ian's grasp and soared into the sky, Red's body expanded and stretched wildly like an inflating balloon! In the blink of an eye, it transformed once again into that colossal, terrifying being composed of endless time-space waste energy, radiating an aura of destruction and annihilation—the Time Monster!

Without the slightest hesitation, the resurrected cosmic tapeworm opened its enormous maw, large enough to devour stars, and charged directly toward Ultron in the air with a frenzied momentum capable of annihilating everything!
"Heh, you actually know how to control it. You really are a variable." Ultron was clearly quite wary of this cosmic-level creature, which was purely created for "erasure," and dared not confront it head-on. In a flash, it made a spatial jump over an extremely long distance, appearing above the ruins in the far distance.

However, the cosmic tapeworm remained locked onto its target, letting out an even more ferocious roar. Its massive body crushed through endless mountains of garbage, like a prehistoric beast chasing its prey, charging towards Ultron once more! Wherever it passed, everything was devoured, not even light could escape!

Majestic.

Fierce and evil.

only.

Just as it had chased after it for some distance, its massive body suddenly came to a halt.

It doesn't taste right.

The taste of something that has been consumed in so much food is not right.

It's so bland!

The Time Monster's ever-changing "head" tilted slightly, as if savoring and contemplating something. It turned its head, and its enormous, energy-based "eyes," traversing a vast distance, precisely "saw" Ian, who stood still, still wearing his protective suit.

There was an incredibly human-like...bewilderment and grievance in his eyes? It was as if he was asking Ian if he knew that he was still a baby who needed nourishment to grow.

at the same time.

Ian, standing still, is reaping the benefits.

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience +59]

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience +113]

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience +87]

……

The monster stopped its pursuit as time passed.

The new generation of capitalists, the evil god, frowned.

"Go after the enemy! What are you looking at! Who isn't a child at heart? What's wrong with sharing a bite? All you're giving up is a little food, while I got pregnant out of wedlock for you!"

"Do you know that I come from a traditional American family! If my parents knew that I was so young and already had a child who was billions or even hundreds of billions of years old, they would be furious."

"You should feel my fear, or I won't be able to hold on much longer... What I mean is, they know a shady clinic where the owner is all dressed in black."

"I've already mustered up the courage to defy my family of origin just to keep you here!"

This is what a PUA master is like.

Ian not only spoke with a self-righteous tone.

Life is like a play.

His expression was even more aggrieved than the other person's.

(End of this chapter)