Zombie Marvel? Luckily, I'm Superman!

The old man smacked his lips, feeling that the word "acting" was somewhat inappropriate.

"You can't say that. To be honest, it wasn't really my arrangement."

"Hey, I know, that's the one, right?" The shadowy figure slapped his thigh, indicating that he completely understood.

"Don't worry, no matter who made the arrangements, it will be done exactly as scripted. Even if something goes wrong in the end, they won't be able to find us."

The shadowy figure chuckled again, as if thinking of something: "Besides, even if something really goes wrong, we can just go to your Time City and hang out there. It won't affect us."

The old man curled his lip: "You think it's that simple. If the ending isn't to your liking, and that person gets happy and does another major reset, wouldn't you still be stuck here for so long?"

The shadowy figure shrugged: "It's all the same place, so I don't really care. I think you're overthinking it, old man."

No sooner had he finished speaking than another cane came crashing down on his head.

"I already told you, 'old man' is not a name you can use! Call me 'Dad'!"

The figure in the shadows waved his hand. "That's not the point."

"I think we just need to do our best in our roles, Dad, you don't need to worry too much, after all..."

"After all what?" The old man frowned. "Speak clearly and completely, stop acting like a riddle teller."

"Alright, alright." The shadowy figure stroked the teacup, his tone lowering slightly. "After all, there are many things we can't change, aren't there?"

"So, the best thing for us is to act according to the script."

Upon hearing this, the old man fell silent.

The shadowy figure was right; for them, acting according to the script was indeed the only option.

Whether it's Earth, the universe, or even dimensions beyond, there are always more powerful beings.

Let those creatures worry about these things; they... can't change anything anyway.

"Alright, old man, I just came to see you, let's not talk about these things." The old man said, standing up.

The figure in the shadows was taken aback: "You're not leaving already, are you?"

The old man glanced at the dark figure and sneered, "Otherwise what? I don't even want to talk to a black blob like you."

"No, it's only been less than half an hour. Are you sure you came to see me?"

"Look at your mom."

"Why are you swearing at me?!"

"Swearing? You're not worthy to call me a bastard." The old man sneered again.

"I meant I was going to see my wife, who is also your mother; seeing you was just a side trip!"

"I'm leaving. You have a good performance!" The old man said, then turned and left without a trace of regret.

"Wait!" The shadowy figure reached out.

The old man paused, turned around, and said, "What? Want to see your father a little longer?"

That's what he said, but the old man was still somewhat gratified.

The son seems to have grown up; does he want to have more conversations with his old man?

Well, he doesn't mind giving him more time, since according to the script, he's already in a "retired" state.

Well then, since that person hasn't fully remembered the script or who they are yet, let them tell their son about their heroic past.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the old man's face.

However, the smile lasted for less than a second before disappearing.

The shadowy figure scratched his head: "I have a question for you."

"You just called him a 'turtle grandson,' right? If your son is a 'turtle grandson,' then what are you?"

The old man's face darkened instantly.

The shadowy figure was also a scoundrel; as soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, giving the old man no time to react.

When the old man raised his cane, the scene before him changed in an instant.

They sent the old man directly back to the first level of the spatial ruins.

"...Fuck!" The old man glared and immediately began to sink.

But... the next level seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't sink any further.

Of course he knew which bastard had done it, but the old man could only stomp on the ground a couple of times with a dark face.

Then he turned around and went to find his wife.

……

The ninth floor.

The ruler sat in the void, not summoning his great throne.

The men and horses around him, one man and one guard, were relaxed, but their expressions were somewhat serious.

Not far away, an avatar of a manager was locked in a fierce battle with a pitch-black, reflecting puppet.

This was the last method the administrators found by facing the mirror doll before the major reset.

The mirror doll can completely replicate and enhance the opponent in battle.

However, ordinary clones, whether illusions or physical forms, can be detected by the reflected puppet.

You create a clone, and the puppet also creates a clone; it always replicates the abilities of the original.

The manager knows this method, but he doesn't know if Lin Yi does.

But it doesn't matter. Even if Lin Yi really does know how, with him around, the plan won't have any problems.

"Go and double-check, is everything set up?" the manager instructed.

The centaur stamped its hind hooves on the ground with some confusion.

"Boss, I've checked twice, there's absolutely no problem."

Centaurs, acting as guards, spend almost every day with the managers.

This was the first time he had ever felt this kind of tension in a manager, though it was only a barely perceptible amount.

"Okay, go again." The manager simply gave the order in a calm tone.

"Yes!" The horse and man rubbed their hind hooves and took off.

Forget it, I won't ask any more questions. The calmer the manager seems, the worse their mood is.

……

"Milk!"

"The old man?!"

Eli walked through the empty space, frowning as he looked around and called out.

She and Lola Luger stepped into the white area together, which should have meant that the three of them were teleported to a random location.

However, after the teleportation was complete, Eli realized that he was all alone.

All around was an endless white space. Lola and Luger were nowhere to be seen. Their super vision could not see the end of the area, and their calls went unanswered.

Eli, the doll mentioned in the message, was also not seen.

This was the first time Eli had encountered such a situation, and she gradually became agitated. She tried using her spatial teleportation ability, but it had no effect.

Eli took two more steps, then stopped, still frowning as he looked at his hands.

The energy was surging inexplicably, seemingly out of control.

Moreover, from the moment Eli stepped out of the white area, a very mysterious feeling surrounded him.

This mysterious feeling filled Eli with a deep sense of vigilance.

The surge of energy gave Eli a sense of impending doom.

It seems something is about to happen.

Intuition told her that she couldn't go any further.

but……

Eli turned around, and behind her was still an endless white space, where she had even lost her sense of direction.

Do you want to go out?

Eli took a deep breath and touched his wrist.

The ability to move through space is unusable, and the boundaries of this space cannot be perceived.

However, the bracelet that Lin Yi gave to the three of them before they entered the white area was one that he had kept himself.