Zombie Marvel? Luckily, I'm Superman!

The old man walked through the spatial ruins, seemingly searching for something.

Not only were the monsters completely unaware of the old man, but even some warriors who were fighting the monsters didn't give him a second glance, as if the old man had no presence at all.

After a long while, the old man finished exploring the floor and finally confirmed that his feeling was correct. His figure began to slowly sink down the platform.

If anyone were to spot the old man at this moment, they would surely be dumbfounded.

Because the old man is currently on the first level of the spatial ruins, and the first level is the foundation of the spatial ruins, there shouldn't be any next level at all.

But the old man sank down, sinking to a "basement level" unknown to everyone.

Unlike the eternal brightness of the space ruins and dimensional gap worlds, this place is pitch black, completely devoid of any light.

The old man shook his cane, and a light shone from the tip of the cane.

But it was so dark that the light could only illuminate an area of ​​about one meter around the old man.

The old man chuckled, as if he were sneering.

"You brat... are you still playing hide-and-seek with this old man? Your scent is everywhere, you can't hide anywhere!"

"Alright, come out now. It's rare for this old man to have time to come see you. If you don't come out, this old man will go back."

As soon as he finished speaking, within a few seconds, the pitch-black space slowly lit up.

A dark figure appeared in front of the old man.

The space was only slightly lit, changing from complete darkness to dim light, but it was enough for the old man to see a large area clearly.

"Old man?" The dark figure tilted its head, looked at the old man with some doubt, and spoke coldly without emotion.

The old man struck the shadowy figure on the head with his cane.

"How dare you call me 'old man'?"

The dark figure remained silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled, as if the cold presence from just moments before had been an illusion.

"Isn't it because it's been so long since we last met that you haven't realized it yet?"

The moment the cane struck, the shadowy figure had already confirmed the old man's identity; otherwise, given the speed at which the cane struck, it wouldn't have hit the shadowy figure at all.

"Hey, what's wrong? Not happy to see the old man?"

The shadowy figure quickly bowed and chuckled again, "How could that be? I was planning to visit you in Time City after this Space Ruins is over."

"I never expected you to be able to come out now!"

"Hey, that's for sure." Seeing the shadowy figure's attitude, the old man stroked his beard with satisfaction.

But soon, his expression turned serious: "Besides coming to see you, there's something I need to tell you."

After the old man finished speaking, he looked at the still dimly lit space in front of him.

"But... couldn't you have provided a better environment? It's pitch black, even the old man doesn't feel like talking!"

"Hi." The shadowy figure shrugged indifferently, and with a wave of his hand, the entire space was illuminated.

"You know I've always liked being in dark environments since I was a child."

"Come on, I'll take you to my home here."

The illuminated layer now reveals its appearance, completely different from the other layers of the spatial ruins.

There are mountains, water, and houses.

This difference is relatively minor. The bigger difference is that the mountains and rivers are also white, pure white and shiny, but you can tell what it is from the lines and the trajectory of the movement.

Not far from them was the house the shadowy figure had mentioned. The house still had the proper colors, a house made entirely of wood.

The shadowy figure led the old man into the house. The house was very simple, with a table, a bed, a bookcase, and some books.

The shadowy figure poured the old man a glass of water before sitting down.

The space was illuminated, but the shadow remained a shadow, its outline resembling a shadow under the light.

"Hiss..." The old man picked up his teacup, took a sip, put it down with a strange expression, and then spat it out.

"What are you brewing?" the old man asked, pointing to the teacup.

He then discovered that there were actually some spiral plants soaking inside.

"Oh? It doesn't taste good?" The dark figure picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"This is the taste! Isn't it quite delicious?"

"You call this delicious?" The old man looked at the shadowy figure with a puzzled expression, then realized something and gradually became pity.

This shadowy child probably hasn't eaten anything fine in all these years.

Although he had been in Time City for so long, he had never lacked food or tea. This tea, however, had an indescribable taste, and the old man really didn't know what was so good about it.

If I had to describe it... it's like dishwater.

"Tell me first, where did you get this?"

The shadowy figure took another sip, his expression strangely suggestive of enjoyment.

"This was collected from a temporary fragment continent during a dimensional collision. I don't know why this kind of thing exists. I don't know what it's called either, it's just a plant."

After taking another sip, the shadowy figure disdainfully took the cup back from the old man.

"If you don't like it, then don't drink it. This stuff can actually help increase your abilities."

The shadowy figure wanted to say that the old man didn't know what he was talking about, but fearing that the old man would hit him with his cane again, he changed the subject.

"You haven't told me why you came to see me yet."

The old man sighed, no longer caring how the child had swallowed it, and pointed to himself.

"Can't you guess what I'm going to say?"

"Don't you think about anything while I'm standing here?"

Black Star sipped his tea and nodded repeatedly as he listened to the old man's questions.

"Of course I thought of that, it's because the major reset is about to end, right?"

The fact that the old man is here proves that Time City has been taken back.

"Perfect timing. I'm tired of this big reset and small loop thing. Looks like I can finally go somewhere else to have some fun."

The old man clicked his tongue in displeasure and tapped on the table.

"Still playing around? The Great Reset is over. If things go wrong, even the dimensional gap worlds will be gone. Where will you play around then? Will your three-dimensional universe materialize?"

The shadowy figure paused. "Uh, not yet."

"Is that a condensed entity from an elevated dimension?"

The shadowy figure chuckled awkwardly, "No, not at all."

"Then why are you so relieved!"

"Hey, what are you saying? Well, here you are!" The shadowy figure showed no sign of nervousness. "Didn't you leave behind a lot of... what were they called again?"

"A backup plan, or something?"

"Wasn't that little loop your doing?" The shadowy figure thought for a moment, then clapped his hands. "Right, it was that guy with the little mustache, Tony or something!"

"You gave him that time-manipulation ability, didn't you? I bet he still doesn't know that and thinks he activated it himself through some means."

"I said at the time, how could a human possibly have the ability to cycle through the time of the interdimensional world? Even if it's a tool, it's impossible."

"So you've arranged everything. What do I have to be nervous about? I just need to do a good job on this last performance, right?"