I'm in an American comic book, and all my teammates are main characters and bosses.

Chapter 31: They're all just cream filling, why are they fighting each other so fiercely?

Now, this life-saving favor...tsk tsk, at least in the eyes of those two soldiers, Geralt has fought this hard, and he won't have to worry about anything for the rest of his life...

While they were still thinking, Tony handed a note to the two soldiers.

"Write down your names and numbers, so we don't have to look for the checks if we can't find the recipients."

"Ha! Okay!"

Although they knew Tony was generous, seeing Tony Stark's attitude made the two soldiers' expressions even brighter.

At the very least, judging from this attitude, it doesn't seem like an empty promise!

Back at the military base, Geralt and Tony, after several transfers, flew from the Middle East to a neighboring country, and then immediately boarded a private jet to head to New York, where Tony was loyal.

What? Illegal entry? Is that a problem for Tony? At least, problems that can be solved with US dollars aren't really problems.

On the plane, having escaped danger, Tony and Ethan completely relaxed.

Tony and Ethan sank limply into the soft sofa on the private jet. Although their injuries had been treated, they were still just ordinary people. After taking a shower and changing into a clean shirt, some scars could still be seen on their bodies.

Out of wariness of the unfamiliar world and unease about the iron bird called "Airplane," Geralt did not remove his armor, even though he was on the plane. Even while sitting on the sofa, he kept his steel and silver swords within easy reach, keeping his eyes fixed straight ahead and far away from the plane window.

Holding a bottle of wine, Tony didn't choose to sip it in a pretentious way, but instead pulled out the cork and gulped it down.

After drinking water mixed with sand for so long, it's unlikely that Tony, who has been holding back for so long, would stop sipping after finally getting to drink clean water and high-quality wine.

After wiping the wine from his lips and feeling the energy awakened by the alcohol in his body, Tony looked at Geralt with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Let me reintroduce myself. My name is Tony Stark, the world's greatest inventor. And you, what's your name?"

"Geralt." Geralt remained silent.

"Ha! Nice name! But speaking of which, you don't seem to know much about this world? Where are you from?"

As he spoke, Tony added, "Of course, it's okay if you don't want to talk about it. After all, everyone has things they don't want others to know..."

Upon hearing this, Geralt remained silent for a moment, then shook his head indifferently: "I don't know if it counts as a secret, but I am definitely not from this world."

"Hmm?" ×2

Upon hearing Geralt's words, Tony and Ethan exchanged a glance, then sat up simultaneously, asking curiously, "What do you mean?"

Tony, in particular, looked on with intense curiosity and asked, "Where are you from? Is it some kind of magical world? Like back in the cave, I saw you slice through bullets with your sword and block a barrage of projectiles with your energy shield!"

Seeing Tony's barrage of questions, Ethan couldn't help but chuckle and say, "You've wanted to ask these things for a long time, haven't you?"

"Of course~" Tony wasn't embarrassed at all, but said matter-of-factly, "When you encounter something you can't understand, you should try to figure out its principles and reasons. Isn't that just the way to do it?"

Geralt nodded in agreement, saying, "Those are signs, a simple and quick form of magic. As for the principles behind them... I'm not entirely sure, because I'm a witcher, not a sorcerer. For me, as long as they work, that's enough."

"So how did you come into this world?"

Tony, standing nearby, asked curiously, "Traveling between worlds is no joke... Could you elaborate?"

"I don't know either."

Geralt sighed, his brow furrowing. "I was riding along the road when I heard a voice in my head asking if I wanted the ability to transcend fate and reverse tragedy."

"At first, I thought it was just a joke from some sorcerer or old friend, so I casually agreed. And then, it was when we first met..."

Upon hearing this, Tony also fell into thought. After a moment, he said thoughtfully, "Speaking of which... you reacted very strongly when we talked about New York, was it related to this sound?"

"Um."

Gerald nodded and said:

"The person who brought me into this world is in New York... I must return to my world because a great war is coming, and I cannot be absent."

After a conversation, Tony and Ethan gained a general understanding of Geralt's current situation.

They come from a world similar to the Middle Ages, but inhabited by extraordinary powers and life forms. While the exact nature of Witchers is unclear, based on Geralt's explanation, they are likely transformations of humans through a genetic mutation with an extremely low success rate.

And, quite obviously, Geralt is a typical pragmatist. Blades and magic are merely means to an end for him; he doesn't care about the meaning or truth hidden behind them.

As he said: only the wise study the causes of these phenomena, but we witchers only need to know that concentration is the key to casting spells. Of course, there are also methods to fight enemies.

Although he seems indifferent to this kind of knowledge, he doesn't seem like a bad person?

While Tony was still pondering this, Ethan, standing beside him, asked curiously, "So what do you think of our world? For example, airplanes, or guns? Compared to the magic in your world, which do you feel is better?"

"They're about the same."

After hearing Ethan's words and having a brief chat, Geralt developed some basic trust with Ethan and relaxed a little. Although his body was still ready to enter battle at any moment, he was not too vigilant mentally.

Given the Witcher's reaction speed, as long as the body remains intact, the mind can instantly switch states the moment the Witcher senses danger.

As for the energy expenditure required to maintain physical combat readiness... well, the hunters' stamina is enough for them to gallop like horses for three days and three nights without sleep.

Geralt glanced at the two people in front of him, then looked down out the airplane window.

We're almost in New York. Looking at the towering skyscrapers scattered across the landscape, I feel the forest of reinforced concrete from above.

If Geralt had landed directly in New York, he might have felt a sense of awe, marveling at how this world could have advanced society to such an extent through civilization and order.

Now, having witnessed the chaos and thugs in the Middle East, seen the steel behemoths developed for more efficient and precise slaughter of their own kind in military bases, and witnessed the extreme wealth disparity between different regions, Geralt's awe of the world has transformed into a detached observation.

There are many more amazing and magical technologies, but essentially there is no difference.

"Although the tools have changed, the people haven't. Even without warlocks, ghouls, demons, and witchers like me, the world wouldn't be any better."

Geralt calmly said, "Trying to become a good person is probably the only contribution that ordinary people in this world can make... and it's also the least worthwhile thing in the eyes of those in power."

"Then we should still become good people." Hearing Geralt's words, Ethan raised his glass and said, "After all, justice will prevail over evil, won't it?"

"..."

Geralt paused for a moment, then looked at the relaxed Jason, picked up his glass, moistened his throat, and shook his head, saying:

"I don't believe that justice always triumphs over evil. Because in the end, victory cannot be summed up simply by saying 'just' or 'evil.' The strong will always prevail, even if they are seen as evil by outsiders. Of course, it is absolutely worthwhile to be a good person."

Why?

Hearing Geralt's words, Tony asked with some curiosity, "Since you believe that the strong always win, why do you want to be a good person?"

Geralt responded by asking, "If you were in trouble, would you prefer to be surrounded by good people or bad people?"

Tony: "He's definitely a good person."

Geralt: "So there's no harm in being a good person."

Geralt calmly replied, "A good person can have many friends, while a bad person can only have bad friends. It's a very simple principle."

Upon hearing this, Tony nodded thoughtfully, then sat up with great interest, picked up the bottle, and raised it towards Geralt:

"Well said! It's been a long time since I've heard such simple yet informative and persuasive words."

"Compared to this... Tony, don't you feel like you've been hit hard?"

Seeing Tony's nonchalant attitude and even his agreement with Geralt, Ethan asked curiously, "That's magic! It's magic! As a scientist, don't you feel your worldview being shaken?"

"What kind of shock? My worldview will be shattered just because I heard something I'd never heard of before? Don't be ridiculous, how could that be?"

Tony seemed unimpressed by Ethan's idea.

The Three-Body Problem no longer exists because the fundamental laws of physics have been violated.

It's like Newton standing under an apple tree. The first apple hit his head, the second flew into the sky, the third spiraled away, the fourth became a black hole, the fifth disappeared upon hitting the ground, the sixth dissolved in water, the seventh flew out of the solar system, the eighth became a drill that pierced the sky, and the ninth became a boy and a girl...

It is because the ubiquitous interference prevents them from obtaining the correct laws. Only under such circumstances, when all laws are artificially manipulated, lose their meaning, and cannot be verified, will physics cease to exist.

But right now, it's just the appearance of magic...

Tony said enthusiastically, "Science doesn't cease to exist just because magic exists. Ultimately, science is a concept, an ordered system of knowledge built on verifiable explanations and predictions of the form and organization of objective things. It's also the process of systematically and formulaically analyzing and interpreting incomprehensible knowledge."

"Based on this, Geralt's talk of magic seems to me to be a formula yet to be discovered. Perhaps the people of their world have some special organs, or perhaps they possess some undiscovered elements. Just like the mages and sorcerers of their world, studying and mastering the principles of magic through objective methods—isn't that using scientific methods to summarize the laws governing the unknown?"

As he spoke, Tony enthusiastically raised his glass again and said, "Science forever! Long live science! As a scientist, encountering magic should be a cause for celebration! You know, this means several more SCI papers!"

Hearing Tony's words, Ethan scratched his head in confusion, then raised his glass in a daze.

As an ordinary surgeon, coupled with the strong, mystical religious atmosphere in both the United States and the Middle East, it was undoubtedly difficult for Ethan to keep up with the ideas of a genius like Tony.

In fact, if it weren't for the terrorist kidnapping, Ethan might never have had any contact with a genius and someone of Tony Stark's stature in his entire life.

But how to put it? Fate is full of chance.

Shortly after, the three landed and boarded a helicopter to reach the top of Stark Industries.

At the same time, Ron, who had been waiting for half a day, also came out of the donut shop, eating as he watched the helicopter fly by.

Wearing a trench coat and a hat, he stood out conspicuously in the sweltering heat of New York. However, Ron seemed completely unconcerned, instead opening his system panel.

As shown on the system panel, the hospital's third member had arrived in New York—on the same day, news of billionaire playboy Tony Stark's successful and dangerous return to New York from Afghanistan also made headlines in major news media.

As for the new members' locations, Ron personally watched as the member location icons followed the helicopter all the way to Stark Tower.

With so many coincidences coming together, Ron would only suspect something was amiss if there wasn't something wrong with it—according to the system, each newcomer is assigned a suitable anchor point in an abandoned universe. And these anchor points, naturally, are the various renowned figures within those abandoned universes.

Just as Ron was about to leave, he saw a group of men with buzz cuts, sallow skin, and a dirty appearance. They looked dull-witted and a bit dim-witted, sitting on the side of the road, laughing and shouting into their phones:

"Haha, these donuts are so delicious! Haha~"

Where did this bad luck come from?

Just then, Ron's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately moved away from the man.

The man's buttocks smelled strongly of semen.

Is Old Mo eating a donut?

Amazing!

(End of this chapter)