Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life

Chapter 755 Holy crap! What the hell is this?!

The good news is that Sherlock managed to pull Doro out of his four-dimensional pocket before Doro could vomit it up, thus avoiding the hassle of cleaning his own pocket.

The bad news is that while Sherlock was frantically trying to retrieve Doro, he didn't notice a tentacle that looked like mud appearing near Hela's one-handed sword, which he had thrown aside.

After a long wait, Sherlock finally managed to pull Doro out of his pocket. Seeing that Doro's little face was puffed up like a bun, Sherlock decisively used his strength to throw Doro out of his four-dimensional pocket.

Perhaps because Sherlock was too strong, or perhaps because Sherlock's action of grabbing Doro by the back of the neck was too rough, Doro vomited the moment Sherlock pulled him out.

The rainbow that Doro spat out drew a beautiful arc in the air before landing squarely on the face of a 'thing'.

When Sherlock followed the rainbow that Doro had spewed out, his CPU immediately started smoking. He racked his brains but couldn't think of any adjective to describe the thing in front of him, and could only categorize it as a 'thing'.

The thing's appearance is just too abstract.

Can you imagine an Armstrong boomerang cannon, as tall as a person, standing in front of you, with a pair of small eyes on the muzzle and a round mouth full of sharp teeth, and a black, muddy thing standing in front of you on the two round bases?

Of course, if that were all, Sherlock, who was used to big scenes, wouldn't have had his CPU smoking. What really made Sherlock's CPU smoke was that the damn Armstrong cannon was covered with all sorts of protrusions and even constantly wriggling human faces.

Men's, women's, old people's, children's, countless faces writhing on Armstrong's body, each with an expression of pain. So much so that even though Sherlock had no idea what the thing in front of him was, he could understand what it was saying.

Oh dear, it's nothing serious, warts are just a minor infection, the chance of infection is probably gonorrhea.

Sherlock was instantly overloaded by the sight of this thing, and of course, the Armstrong Cannon on the other side wasn't much better off, also looking like it was overloaded.

However, unlike Sherlock, the Armstrong Cannon on the other side was overloaded because it got its face covered in Doro's rainbow.

As a natural predator, it has hunted countless prey since birth and is naturally used to seeing the resistance of its prey—crying, begging for mercy, fighting desperately, and being unwilling to give up. It has become somewhat tired of seeing all kinds of resistance and expressions.

But it had never seen anything like these two prey, one big and one small, that attacked with vomit right from the start.

Things happened so fast that for a moment, Sherlock, holding the Doro, and the Armstrong cannon were both stunned and stared at each other in a passionate and intense moment.

After a while, Sherlock, Doro, and the Armstrong cannon seemed to realize something at the same time, and both sides expressed their sincere admiration for each other.

Sherlock & Doro: "Holy crap!" (Translation: What the hell is this?)

Armstrong Cannon: "Wo?" (An alien-sounding phrase, translated as "Holy crap?", meaning utterly bewildered, but could also be interpreted as 'I've never been treated like this before!')

Sherlock & Doro: "Holy crap?" (Translation: It can talk?)

Armstrong Cannon: "Holy crap!" (Translation: Something's not right, why aren't they afraid of me!)

Amidst their perfectly synchronized and uncanny exclamations, both sides found themselves in a strange and awkward situation, with Sherlock and the Armstrong Cannon on the opposite side simultaneously falling silent.

Despite the incredibly abstract appearance of the other side, Sherlock decided to try communicating, based on the principle that it was possible to communicate with it. After all, in Sherlock's mind, nothing was surprising to appear on Sakaar, the cosmic garbage dump.

Just as Sherlock was about to start a proper conversation with the other side, the Armstrong cannon launched an attack on him first.

A clump of thick, milky-white liquid mixed with phlegm-green sputum was sprayed directly at Sherlock.

Suddenly attacked, Sherlock looked at the thing flying towards him. Combined with the abstract appearance of the Armstrong Cannon, Sherlock subconsciously thought of something inappropriate for children.

Almost instinctively, Sherlock, looking terrified, raised Doro as a shield.

The moment Doro was lifted up, his expression was priceless. From initial disbelief to contempt for Sherlock's lousy behavior, and then to terror as the strangely colored and shaped liquid drew near, all of this was displayed on Doro's face in an instant.

Of course, despite his fear, Doro didn't hesitate at all in his actions.

The moment Sherlock lifted him up, Doro began frantically rummaging through his four-dimensional pocket.

Just before that damned, eerie liquid got any closer, he managed to pull a small, purple-gold gourd with red flame patterns from his four-dimensional pocket and hold it above his head.

As Doro moved, orange-red flames instantly erupted from the purple-gold gourd, and the strangely colored liquid was instantly incinerated upon contact with the orange-red flames.

The orange-red flames showed no sign of stopping, shooting straight toward the abstract Armstrong cannon and instantly engulfing it.

The abstract Armstrong cannon didn't even have time to let out a wail before it was burned to ashes by the flames released from Doro's gourd.

As the abstract thing burned to ashes, Hela's black one-handed sword fell out of the abstract thing with a clang, hitting the ground with a crisp metallic sound.

Seeing that the abstract thing on the other side was gone, Doro stuffed his little gourd back into his four-dimensional pocket, then bit Sherlock's hand and jumped off to the ground.

At this point, Sherlock had somewhat realized what he had done. He looked at Doro, who was standing on the ground with his arms crossed and cursing loudly, scratched his head, and tried to change the subject to cover up his mistake.

"Doro, how about I treat you to a super-sized orange, and we can just let this go?"

In response to Sherlock's suggestion, Doro sneered and opened his mini four-dimensional pocket. A ruler that Sherlock recognized very well flew out of Doro's mini four-dimensional pocket.

From the dark alley came Sherlock's agonizing screams and pleas for mercy...

Chapter 756 Sherlock: Where the hell did this guy come from?

Ten minutes later, Sherlock emerged from the alley, his head covered in bumps, carrying a still fuming Doro.

Seriously, Sherlock swore he never intentionally used Doro as a shield; after all, what man wouldn't be afraid of what that abstract thing spewed out?

Sherlock believes that any normal person would instinctively feel fear, right? Not to mention that damned Armstrong cannon just looks like he has a very loose lifestyle.

Fortunately, after making a huge fuss and promising a month's supply of oranges, Doro finally let Sherlock go, allowing Sherlock to carry him out of that damned alley.

However, after coming out and seeing their surroundings, the two of them didn't show much joy on their faces; instead, they looked completely bewildered.

The reason is simple: the surrounding environment is not the Sakaar planet that Sherlock remembers at all; on the contrary, it is quite similar to the environment of Japan.

Everywhere you look, there are detached houses in the style of Japan, and even the streets are full of Japanese characteristics.

Because it was night, the entire street was deserted; apart from the dim lighting, not a single living thing could be seen.

However, it wouldn't be accurate to call this place Japanese, because both Sherlock and Doro saw a sign that looked like a convenience store lit up on the street corner, but neither of them could understand the words on the sign.

It was a script completely unknown to Sherlock and Doro, and it was definitely not a script that existed on Earth.

Doro and Sherlock were dumbfounded by what they saw, because in their minds, falling off the Rainbow Bridge should have taken them to Sakaar. What they saw had absolutely no connection to Sakaar.

Almost instantly, the same thought popped into the minds of both Sherlock and Doro, who possessed Sherlock's memories.

Did I time travel again?

Sherlock looked down and met Doro's gaze. Both of them saw a strange panic in each other's eyes, as well as a strong curiosity.

With almost a glance, Sherlock and Doro reached an agreement. After using alchemy to heal the bump on his head, Sherlock placed Doro on his head and turned to walk towards the light.

After all, as long as you're in a city, whether on another planet or on Earth, there's one ironclad rule that almost never changes: the brightest spot in the entire city is the city center.

Regardless of whether they had traveled through time again, Sherlock and Doro had to go to the city center to see what was going on, and at the very least, to find out where they were.

It's understandable that the streets in residential areas are deserted late at night; normally, the streets in the city center are never empty.

Anyway, Sherlock has the Space Stone to travel, so it won't take much time.

In just a few breaths, the two arrived at the top of a tall building in the city center, their eyes fixed on the street below.

The good news is that there are indeed people in the city center, and quite a few of them.

The bad news is that the vast majority of the population consists of people who look like humans, or ordinary humans, while the alien life forms that are clearly aliens at first glance are a very small minority.

Even more strangely, everyone still on the street at this time was on well-lit avenues, while no one entered the dark alley that Sherlock had just come out of.

There wasn't even anyone approaching; almost everyone tacitly avoided the poorly lit alley.

This bizarre situation left Sherlock and Doro even more bewildered, and they even began to seriously doubt whether they had traveled through time again.

After all, you might say this isn't Earth, but most of the people still active here are humans, pure humans, a fact Sherlock verified with alchemy.

But if you say this is Earth, there are plenty of aliens down here, and even the words on those signs and neon lights, big and small, are definitely not from Earth. Sherlock would swear they are not from Earth.

This bizarre situation left both Sherlock and Doro unsure of what was really going on.

What's even more infuriating is that, given the lack of a written language, it's highly likely that the spoken language is also incomprehensible. This would mean that Sherlock and Doro would be completely illiterate and undocumented, without even a penny to their name.

Looking at the completely unfamiliar environment before them, Sherlock and Doro exchanged a glance and then withdrew their heads.

Since things have come to this, let's eat first.

Sherlock placed Doro on the ground, then took out a food tablecloth from his four-dimensional pocket and spread it on the ground.

After the two, one big and one small, sat down cross-legged, they decisively ordered their favorite foods. Doro was holding an orange cake, eating it with cream all over his face, while Sherlock was slurping a bowl of snail noodles with a look of utter despair.

"!@#%@%?"

Just as the two were enjoying their meal, a voice suddenly came from beside them. Startled by the sudden sound, Sherlock looked in the direction from which it came.

With just one glance, Sherlock was completely stunned, even forgetting to slurp the powder in his mouth, which just hung outside.

Doro wasn't much better off. His little face was covered in cream as he stared in the direction the voice came from, his mouth practically agape. He kept glancing between Sherlock and the person who had suddenly spoken.

There's no other reason than that the person who suddenly appeared and disturbed their meal was someone that both Sherlock and Doro were extremely familiar with; Sherlock had even cosplayed as this character before.

Gojo Satoru!

The living, breathing Gojo Satoru, who truly possesses the eyes of the heavens and wears a pair of small, round sunglasses!

Aside from not being able to understand what the other person was saying, the person in front of them was exactly the Gojo Satoru that Sherlock and Doro knew, both in terms of strength and appearance!

"*!#%@#".

Before Sherlock and Doro could even realize whether they had been transported back into Elbow Technique Kaisen, a second voice rang out behind the suddenly appearing Gojo Satoru.

When Sherlock and his companion looked in the direction of the sound, they saw a man wearing a cassock, smiling, and sporting a strange hairstyle.

Xia Youjie!

The good news is that after seeing Xia Youjie, Sherlock and Doro were absolutely certain of one thing: they had not time-traveled. After all, the Gojo Satoru in front of them was still the Gojo Satoru from their school days, but Xia Youjie was the version of Xia Youjie from the Monkey Extermination Cult.

From any perspective, it's quite bizarre for these two to stand together; at the very least, it's an absolute impossibility in the world of elbow techniques.

The bad news is that the sudden appearance of these two people left Sherlock and Doro even more bewildered, and they even had the illusion that they were still in the Marvel universe, since everything in front of them was just too bizarre from any perspective.

Chapter 757 The Supreme Brother and the Monkey Extermination Cult Leader

Seeing that Sherlock and Doro looked completely bewildered and didn't know what had happened, Xia Youjie seemed to remember something and pulled out a pair of glasses from his wide sleeves, tossing them to Sherlock.

Sherlock took the glasses and examined them, finding nothing amiss. He then used alchemy to create a miniature copy and handed it to Doro. After both of them put on the glasses, Gojo Satoru grinned and spoke to Sherlock.

"Are you the unlucky newcomers?"

?

A huge question mark slowly appeared above Sherlock's head, seemingly completely unaware of what Gojo Satoru was talking about. On the contrary, Xia Youjie helplessly advised Gojo Satoru.

"Wu, don't scare the newcomers."

After saying this, Xia Youjie turned to look at Sherlock and said to him.