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"What's that weird smile of yours? Don't look at me like that." He couldn't help but shudder and rub his arms. "This is disgusting."

"Really?" The doctor shrugged nonchalantly. "Is it disgusting? Well, I thought you'd obviously see that it was an admiring smile."

"Of course...wait."

Tony Stark reacted belatedly, his eyes widened exaggeratedly and his mouth opened wide, which made the doctor wonder if he could eat an unpeeled orange raw.

He paused for a moment, trying to put on a smug look. "Of course, I'm Tony Stark. Do you want me to sign something for you before I go?"

"I mean it."

"You have to know that I've always said that a Rhodes Island doctor will always be just a Rhodes Island doctor. This includes saving the infected, mostly for the sake of Rhodes Island's ability to gain a better foothold in this world, because Rhodes Island is also an organization for the infected. But you're a hero, and you might do things that seem unrealistic to me out of romanticism, but it's precisely those unrealistic things that bring about miracles."

"A doctor is only a doctor, and a hero is always a hero."

He suddenly paused and changed the subject. He just needed to tell the truth a few times and the other party would remember it.

"And if I had to choose, I would also choose to spare his life."

"Instead of paying for something that's already happened, it's better to consider the near future. Besides, you've already made your choice, right?"

The doctor looked at the other party who had fallen into silence and immediately stopped talking wisely. He was waiting for the other party to reflect.

Then, when the other party was about to speak, he interrupted him appropriately.

If Tony Stark were to speak now, he would probably get a bunch of insincere words. For the sake of his own physical and mental health, it would be better for him to remain silent for a while.

"Do you want to hear my story? Or rather, my choice? I encountered something similar, at least in a certain sense."

When the doctor gets serious, his voice is really deep, not that muddy and magnetic one, but more like a decisive and crisp one.

"The Reunion Movement has a White Rabbit who is also infected."

"She is very strong. Her strong cold energy can even freeze scorching flames. She... has killed many people."

When he said this, the doctor paused and subconsciously lowered his head. His instinct made him not want Tony Stark to see the sadness in his eyes, but his gentle heart was faster than his instinct.

Just like when he was facing those operators, he didn't want to add unnecessary sadness and worry to them, so he quickly cheered up and regained his calm expression.

"Among them were villains who oppressed the infected, soldiers who were simply following orders from their superiors in order to survive, infected people who were walking on different paths and stood in their way, and even innocent people. She took the lives of all of them equally."

"The distinctions between the infected and the uninfected, which were made in life, have become... so blurred in the face of the freezing cold."

"But like I said, all lives are equal. As a member of the infected, as the price of gaining powerful power, she is terminally ill and on the verge of death."

"But it's not hopeless. The medicine we jointly researched previously is enough to slow down her condition, or even reverse it partially."

"But at that time, the Reunion Movement hadn't given up its hostility towards us. Even their intentions were twisted. I couldn't just kidnap them directly like I did with Bonebreaker."

"After all, our old man is an old acquaintance of the other party's father. It would not be a good idea for us to kidnap his daughter like this."

The doctor made a rare witty remark, and it was hard to be unhappy with what he was about to say next.

"So I can only try to convince her subtly."

The serious tone became gentle along with the expression, and a smile appeared on the doctor's face unconsciously.

"Thankfully, I succeeded."

"When she collapsed into my arms and told me she was willing to join Rhodes Island, I immediately took out the medicine I'd specially made to look like spicy candy. I watched as her complexion gradually improved, her pale skin gradually regained color, and her weak breathing resumed."

"She survived and is on her way to becoming an integral part of Rhode Island."

"I'm sincerely grateful that she's alive. I've even made plans to save her even if she doesn't join Rhodes Island."

"You're probably a little curious. Why am I so concerned about him, even though he's a member of the Reunion Movement?"

"That's probably because we all hope that this land filled with suffering can finally see hope. We all strive for those who are struggling. In a sense, we are all people teased by fate, forced to embark on a bloody road, but we never succumb to that damn fate. There may be some deviations at times, but we will eventually get on the right track and give all the infected and those suffering on this land a glimmer of hope."

"It has nothing to do with age, race, status, or even education. As long as we share the same will, we are the best companions on the road ahead."

466 Changes

A new look for New York.

Circular or shuttle-shaped flying cars are traveling in the sky, the tallest buildings are piercing the clouds, and flying circular robots can be seen everywhere on the ground, replacing traffic lights and other objects, busy maintaining order.

The streets on the ground don't look like dirt tiles or asphalt, but probably some harder and newer mixed material that emits clear but not overly irritating lights at night.

There was some kind of oval-shaped translucent object beside the road. People walking hurriedly would stand in it at any time and disappear inside the next moment.

It's not teleportation, it's just ordinary pipeline transportation. When this thing first appeared, few people were willing to use it. They always felt that it was some kind of trap in the movie. Once you enter here, you will be a different person when you come out. Later, everyone got used to it and no one cared about it. Even if there are still a few people who shout their long speeches and talk about conspiracies that are not true at all, it is difficult for them to cause any trouble.

It's hard to describe what's happening in this city because the changes are so profound.

The center, in particular, feels completely disconnected from the rest of the world. Someone from a more remote area might simply think it's a movie world reborn, or some strange alien technology. In short, it doesn't seem like something Earthlings could have created.

However, if we move the time forward another one or two hundred years and let those who are still living in the steam age take a look at the city before it changed, they will probably come to the same conclusion.

It was almost dusk when Tony Stark woke up. He rubbed his eyes sleepily. After he came to, he snapped his fingers and the silver wall, which originally had a high-end texture, immediately turned into a transparent material as if it were nothing.

Some lazy sunlight slowly flowed in from the transparent glass, and soon filled the room.

"Jarvis." His tone was lazy, but the irritable dissatisfaction was clearly visible in his voice. "I don't understand what you are doing? I remember I told you to wake me up within the specified time."

"Sir, I'm just thinking about your health." Jarvis's voice could be heard around the room. It was a little dim now, and one could clearly see a trembling silver-white halo accompanying the voice.

“…God, sometimes I really feel…”

"Being an old AI being replaced by a new version isn't that strange, if you think about it."

Tony Stark was choked to the point of being unable to speak, but in this situation, not saying anything would mean he was giving in to his butler.

As Tony Stark, he absolutely cannot give in like this. For a creator, it is extremely shameful to give in to his creation for any reason. This is really not right.

"As a housekeeper, you are derelict in your duty if you fail to understand the meaning of my words."

"I'm sorry, sir. As a butler, it's my responsibility to answer your questions reasonably."

……

The room suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of the wind blowing through the fallen leaves and the sound of waves hitting the rocks floating lightly in the air.

"...Oh my God, I don't quite understand. What's going on with your daily communication? It can't be that a genius like me made a mistake and missed something during the modification? Anyway, this is really the worst I have ever seen." Tony Stark covered his face in pain.

"Sir, I'm just learning from you, and I think you really need to take care of your health."

Tony Stark was really speechless now. Well, it seemed that it was not a good idea to make his own butler angry.

He could only try to change the subject in a rigid way, even though his heart was roaring endlessly.

Can my current physical fitness be compared to my past self? Come on! I can beat ten of my former selves by myself. I think my research is very useful. I'm in great shape now. Even that old popsicle can be lifted by me with one hand!

But he felt that if he really said this, their argument today might never end.

"Okay, Jarvis, I get it. Let's take a look at the upcoming schedule. What else is there? If it's not important, just cancel it all, or..." He raised his hand and rubbed his temple, trying to make himself more sober.

"Or ask Miss Pepper if she has time to help."

His hands immediately stiffened and he even coughed a few times unconsciously.

"It's alright sir, you've been a miner for a long time, I think you should be prepared to face Miss Pepper's wrath."

"...I understand." Tony Stark responded absentmindedly.

"And sir."

"?"

"I'm glad to see you're finally a little happier and not torturing yourself in hesitation. I think you've made up your mind, sir. No matter what it is, I will fully support you. After all, there's no way I can change or influence you."

"But at least I can wish you a nice day."

"Have a nice day, sir."

Tony Stark was silent for a long time, as if waiting for someone to leave before he spoke. "What the hell..."

"It's Mr. Blessing." Jarvis's omnipresent voice sounded again, and Tony Stark vaguely reacted. The other party would not leave, nor would he go away. The other party existed in every corner of the house and in every one of his armors. It seemed that waiting for the other party to leave before saying something that he could not say normally was not very effective.

So he put on his armor in a somewhat annoyed manner and passed through the glass. After he passed through, the glass shook like water and returned to its high-tech silver texture.

There is no resemblance to the previous place.

Without the transparent glass, the house standing on the cliff looks a bit depressing from the outside, but only those who live in it know how pleasant and comfortable this house is.

Tony Stark put a lot of effort into building this house. He used the so-called newly developed living metal inside and out, which is not on the same level as the previous nanorobots.

Every inch of space inside and outside this room can be moved, and every material can be replaced. Not to mention the material simulating glass, even if it is made of iron in the morning and diamond in the evening, there is no problem.

However, this thing, although it is called living metal, does not have a soul. It can only breathe and obey the repetitive commands of some machines.

Otherwise, using something with a soul to build a house is like forcing living humans to be cast into the shape of cement. Even a cold-blooded person would probably feel uncomfortable.

When Tony Stark first made this thing, he thought it was a masterpiece. Now he feels that it is too rough and still needs polishing. If it were not for the expedited production of the interstellar fleet that can be used for expeditions, he would probably have moved to a completely new house at this unshakable address.

But he was flying out in a hurry now, fearing that he would fly a step too slow, and it was not for an expedition.

He was just going to pick up a friend, an important friend.

467 The End of the Symbiote

There is only a lonely planet here.

The planet was pitch black, without any other color, and looked like it was dead.

But the darkness is only an appearance.

It's not until you land on the planet that you see those strange, wriggling black, liquid-like substances that appear thicker than oil.

If you look more closely, you will find that the pattern of their movements is like some strange creatures breathing. Perhaps they are a group of living creatures.

This is the planet that belongs to the symbiote.

Symbiote.

A magical creature, which is a ball of dark liquid before attaching itself to other living creatures. After parasitizing on the body, it can give the parasitic object powerful strength, vitality and recovery speed.

Apart from the fact that you sometimes have no control over yourself, letting these guys parasitize you seems like a good idea.

However, they are not without weaknesses. Fire and strong resonance are their biggest enemies.

But they are not intimidating when they are asleep. If you can accept the black and sticky things, they may look quite cute.

In short, these dark guys are all sleeping here, except for some who sneak away.

Even the arrival of unexpected guests failed to wake them up.

When the ghost arrived, it was in mid-air, falling from a not-so-high place.

This seemed like an impossible error, as there had never been any such issues with so many teleports in the chat group.

But this incident really happened because the ghost, while traveling through time and space, couldn't help but break off those shiny things out of curiosity, which ultimately led to such results and deviations.

This may sound funny, but it doesn't seem so strange when it happens to a ghost. After all, when it was in Hallownest, it smashed things like street lamps and sculptures along the way just for fun or as a habit.

Although it didn't understand what fun meant at the time, after all, it was a container and didn't need these unnecessary things.

But when a creature has life, it is like a puppet that has lost its strings. What happens to the creature next is its story, not the creator's.

The ghost fell straight down like this. Just as it adjusted its position, someone grabbed it firmly by the waist and tried to lift it up. The person who did it was naturally Green who came with it.

The scarlet cloak fluttered in the wind as he held his adoptive father and slowly lowered him to the ground.

Pure, who was a step slower, fell heavily to the ground while standing. He glanced at Green, but in the end, he said nothing to him.

Ghost. Hands tore Radiance apart and punched Nightmare. Soul looked up expressionlessly at Green who treated it as a fragile treasure. At this moment, its heart was filled with doubts.

Green felt the puzzled gaze and immediately put his father down gently, knelt on one knee gracefully, placed his hand on his chest, and bowed slightly.

"I'm sorry, Father." His tone was as sincere and convincing as ever, even harder to find flaws in than before, as if he were truly speaking the truth. "I was simply too nervous. Your stay was so brief, and I felt like you were a fleeting illusion, shattered at the slightest touch. I subconsciously acted like this. I never doubted your strength, because it was deeper than the abyss, and more vast than any place the Nightmare Troupe had ever explored."

"If you are unhappy, please blame me. This is the punishment I deserve."

Faced with Green's countless requests for forgiveness, the ghost pretended not to see it and focused his attention on the wriggling black matter.

It looked for a while, and then black liquid oozed out from its empty eye sockets, twisted and sticky, sliding down along the curve of the mask.

It smells good.

Ignored, Green felt lost for a moment before continuing to reflect on his actions. Was he reaching his father's limit? Should he do less of this kind of thing, or explain less? No, no, that was too rude. If he made such a disrespectful gesture without any explanation, Pure would probably be the first to come and chop him with bone nails.

He didn't want to fight with that guy and didn't want to waste his time on such a meaningless thing.