Zombie Marvel? Luckily, I'm Superman!

"Tsk, haven't you been eating properly? How come you're still this tall?" Grandma Eli gestured with her hand to indicate Eli's height, then clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction.

Eli reluctantly took his grandmother's hand off his head: "Grandma, I'm past the age of growing taller."

Besides, no matter how much food you eat, it won't make a difference to the size of a Kryptonite.

"That means you didn't get enough sun!" the old woman asserted.

Eli shook his head: "Alright, Grandma, is this the time to talk about this?"

Grandma didn't seem worried about the current situation at all.

Moreover, judging from Grandma's tone, Eli was very curious about what she meant by "this time of day" and what Grandma knew about him.

The two interacted for a few minutes, and Lin Yi and Tony had already ascended to the entrance of the eighth floor.

[Arrived at the eighth floor. Monster strength increased. Mutant individuals detected.]

Jarvis reported on the scan results.

On the eighth floor, there are already mini-bosses similar to those in online games, and the monster density is much higher than on the previous floors.

The eighth floor is visibly filled with monsters and warriors joining the battle.

Upon reaching the eighth floor, Lin Yi quickly located Eli's position using his super vision.

The moment Lin Yi looked over, he noticed the person next to Eli.

At the same moment, the man's gaze met his, and he clearly spotted Lin Yi immediately.

His keen perception was far superior to Eli's.

They seem to be fellow members of the Kryptonite clan, and they mean no harm.

Lin Yi didn't think any further and drifted towards Eli's direction.

……

The deepest part of the eighth floor.

The manager, leading a team of about a hundred people, stopped in front of a building.

The deepest part of this eighth floor is like a crystal palace, vast and magnificent.

The administrators arrived here as soon as the beam of light appeared.

Strangely, after arriving here, the managers ordered everyone to set up camp, and then took no further action.

He himself sat on his throne, quietly closing his eyes to rest.

The centaur guards were somewhat puzzled, but they didn't ask at first.

However, as time went on, the centaur guards got a little bored, and their powerful hind hooves began to rub against the ground unconsciously.

After several hours of chanting, the guards could no longer keep up and slowly made their way to the throne.

"Hey, boss, aren't we going in to fight that guy?"

The centaur pointed his spear at the Crystal Palace.

He had already sensed that there was a powerful monster inside, the final boss of the eighth level.

The powerful aura that emanated from it at all times made his battle hooves thirsty for more.

The manager opened his eyes, glanced indifferently at the Crystal Palace, and then looked towards the outer perimeter of the eighth floor.

"No rush. Leave that monster inside to Lin Yi; it might remind him of something."

That's what they say, but what the managers really suspect is whether the other Lin Yi from the future also left something, or rather, a prop, with the monsters on the eighth floor.

The memory trigger conditions he set were much simpler than Lin Yi's. Since the last trigger, the memory has been slowly recovering. He originally thought that was all, but new memories kept popping up from time to time, which confused and troubled the administrator.

This clearly proves that there are still things I don't know, or that there are still plans I haven't uncovered, regardless of whether these plans belong to Lin Yi or myself.

"Is that so? Then I'll go and kill that traitor first?" The centaur guard rubbed his hind hooves again, gripping his spear tightly.

The manager shook his head and chuckled.

"You can't stay still for a moment. Don't worry about that traitor; he doesn't have much time." A cold glint flashed in the manager's eyes.

The traitor they were referring to was, without a doubt, the man in the metal mask.

The metal-masked man, which was formed from the energy and abilities that he had separated from himself, was a vision that the administrators had foreseen countless futures long before they did this, most of which pointed to the metal-masked man becoming a traitor.

However, due to certain personal objectives, this action had to be abandoned.

However, the man in the metal mask never expected that he would have a backup plan.

The manager sneered inwardly.

He was used to having everything under his control, and he had done so for many years, and he had succeeded in doing so, except for things related to Lin Yi.

The horsemen planted their spears on the ground and let out two irritable neighs.

It's really getting boring that you can't do this or that.

"Bored?" The manager asked casually, noticing the horsemen's movements out of the corner of his eye.

He knew that centaurs felt uncomfortable if they didn't fight for a day.

"Alright, go to the ninth floor first. I have something for you to do." The manager took out some papers with runes on them and threw them into the centaur's hands.

At the same time, the places and methods of using these papers appeared out of nowhere in the centaur's memory.

The men took it, and hesitated for a moment.

"But to get to the ninth floor, we need to kill the monsters inside, right?"

The manager waved his hand dismissively, "No need. See that passage? I'll hold off the monsters inside. You go directly there."

"All set up. Conceal yourselves at this location on the ninth floor and await further orders." The administrator then gathered another group of men.

Following the direction the horse pointed, they indeed saw a nearly transparent, twisted ring at the very top of the Crystal Palace.

Without a word, the horse's hooves kicked up, and starlight splashed up beneath its feet. The horse and rider soared into the air and galloped toward the circle.

Just then, a tremor came from the depths of the Crystal Palace, accompanied by a terrifying roar, and killing intent rushed straight towards the running horses.

The centaurs suppressed their urge to fight, as completing the mission was their top priority.

Seeing that the men and horses did not fight, the Crystal Palace trembled again. At the same time, several beams of light surged out of the Crystal Palace, forming countless sharp swords that chased after the men and horses.

The centaur didn't care at all; knowing the administrator would intervene, he accelerated towards the distorted ring without looking back.

"Quiet down!"

Behind him, the ruler did not leave his throne. He crossed his legs, rested his chin on one hand, and stretched the other hand out towards the Crystal Palace.

As the words fell, the tremors of the Crystal Palace were forcibly suppressed by an invisible wave.

An invisible wave swept across the sky, shattering the energy-based swords.

The administrator only withdrew his hand after the centaur successfully charged into the twisted ring.

Immediately, the manager frowned again.

A new memory has emerged.

Having gotten somewhat used to it, the manager didn't think it was triggered by suppressing the monster; he already had a guess.

He didn't give the metal-masked man much time. Once the metal-masked man activated the spatial pillar, it would begin to collapse on its own until it completely disappeared.

The trigger for the emergence of these memories should be the degree to which the metal-masked man himself collapses.