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However, he still hasn't received this tens of thousands of words of self-criticism, and he doesn't know how Spider-Man is doing with it. Why not take a look at it when he comes back this time?

Dr. Void finally dealt with all the messes and when he cleaned up the void peacefully, he found that everything that had happened was irreversible.

He looked in despair at the Void Sect that had inexplicably expanded several times, and at a certain Purple Potato Head that had inexplicably turned to ashes. He smiled bitterly and prepared to clean up the mess after the Void God left.

He had come to understand that if he didn't find a successor to take over Doctor Void's position, he would eventually die of exhaustion. This position, while it might sound impressive, was actually just about cleaning up after a capricious god. He suddenly understood why Ancient One had retired so quickly... No, these two things weren't necessarily connected...

But no matter what? He really wanted to retire. If he continued like this, he suspected that his hair would turn to ashes like Ancient One's. He might even start drinking tea to maintain his peace of mind.

... Strange raised his hand and rubbed his temple, feeling very tired. The only consolation was that because of the current existence of the Void God, the void that had been rioting before had completely calmed down. During this period, those who had borrowed the power of the void before had completely consolidated their contract with the void. As long as they did not use it excessively, there would be no loss of control.

The ghost sitting next to the barbecue grill had a calm expression on its face, and you couldn't tell at all that it had just beaten up the Void, which was a little restless because it had been away for too long... Well, ghosts don't have any expressions at all.

A ball of black flame rose from the ground out of thin air. When the flame dissipated, Green appeared. He bowed gracefully, his tone full of unconcealable boasting?

Well, no matter how much Green grows, he always maintains a somewhat childish demeanor in front of ghosts.

He snapped his fingers, and a huge, pale, ghost-like holy crystal appeared in front of it. Although the most valuable thing was the entire planet, such a thing was not suitable to be moved here. So, the most valuable thing on the planet should naturally be offered without hesitation.

There were no traces of carving on it. Green had originally thought of carving it into the shape of a ghost, but later, he thought that this thing was likely to enter his father's boundless void, and the loss caused by carving it into that shape was too great.

Just as he expected, the ghost soon became interested in this thing that could hold souls. It stretched out its short little hands and placed them on it. The pale soul was then injected into it, emitting a bright light.

The beautiful light even attracted other people's attention, but Strange didn't dare let others disturb the ghost, so he quietly cast a spell to isolate this place. Tony Stark, who had just arrived on Earth, finally saw a magic circle blocking the door he was about to reach out to, and then he could not reach this virtual door.

"Stephen, Strange!" Stark let out a rare roar of rage. How could he possibly forget this iconic piece of forensic evidence? It wasn't like he didn't have the means to defeat the other party's spell; he'd even developed materials for isolation spells. But that didn't mean he could use it in a barbecue restaurant.

Compared with magic, the biggest disadvantage of technology is probably that its adaptability to unfamiliar environments is much lower than that of magic.

He was furious and ready to get materials to force the door open. He had finally flown back from the universe, but he still had to do this. How could a guy like Tony Stark, who was not willing to suffer any loss, be willing to wait a little longer?

At this moment, the ghost inside did not notice this matter at all, his attention was completely attracted by the holy crystal.

As for Green, he noticed the guy's little trick, but was there any harm in that? He even let out a low laugh after seeing Tony Stark's humiliation, but it was just a laugh and he quickly put it away. If it caught his father's attention, he wouldn't be able to hide it. Then he would have to let the guy in, and he wouldn't see any more humiliation scenes.

When the Holy Crystal is completely filled with soul, this crystal exudes a kind of indescribable beauty and has an irresistible attraction to creatures with souls.

If this crystal stone were put in the chat group, with their wide knowledge, they would probably praise it without hesitation!

But the next moment, the ghost unceremoniously broke off the pointed tip and swallowed it in one gulp.

Although it may not be nice to say this, ghosts do not have any desire to appreciate beauty. They just think that it will taste better after injecting soul into it, just like a dry and crispy biscuit, which will be more fragrant with a soft filling.

The ghost ate very quickly, tearing the thing apart in a short while. When only the last bit was left, it simply stuffed it directly into the hole in the mask.

The next moment, the door shattered and Tony Stark, wearing the latest anti-Strange armor, stood outside the door. The moment he saw the ghost, he couldn't help but get excited.

In fact, it shouldn't have been like this. They are friends and can meet at any time if necessary, but there is no way. Tony Tucker encountered so many things this time. Love always needs to go through more hardships before it will be more fragrant.

So at this moment, he ignored Green who was standing next to him, rushed over, bent down firmly, picked up the ghost, and gave him a hug.

477 Don’t ask me my name. What I want to know is why cell people can have wives!

If time could go back, Green would definitely regret his gloating attitude at that time.

Because Tony Stark did what he wanted to do most in front of him without restraint - hugged his father.

This sounded like it had nothing to do with his gloating attitude at the time. Even if he hadn't gloated, even if he had opened the door at the time and didn't separate the other person from the other person, and didn't let the other person's suppressed anger and frustration escalate, the other person might not have rushed over to hug his father.

But if he didn't think so, the anger in his heart would be hard to erase, especially since he could only stand here and force himself to keep a smile.

He hated his father being contacted by outsiders, especially this arrogant and conceited guy. Their contact with his father was simply blasphemy!

But his father didn't hate him, and he had to follow his father's ideas, so he could only stand here and endure.

His last bit of stubbornness was just to lower his head and stare at the ground, as if there were a few fire bats jumping around on the ground doing some tricks or performing some shows, which attracted him deeply.

This is a huge progress. If it had happened in the past, such a presumptuous hug would have surely caused his anger, but now he can only stand here stupidly. If Honey were here, he might have sighed and said that this is probably the price of growing up.

"Hey, ghost, how's it going? Having fun?"

All the frustrations Tony Stark had been feeling these days completely disappeared with this hug. He put the ghost down, stretched out two fingers and gently patted the other person's shoulder.

The ghost thought of those delicious foods, especially the last sandwich dessert, and nodded very hard. It ate very happily, and that was enough.

"Really? I was worried that the Avengers would become as boring as the American game consoles in the 50s because of my presence. It seems that Spider-Man is doing a good job. He has inherited something from me. Oh, it would be even better if he could stay away from that annoying doctor." Tony talked like this, completely ignoring Green on the side.

Yes, he did it on purpose.

Who made him the arrogant and vindictive Tony Stark?

He snapped his fingers and a round silver prototype object flew over from behind him. With a clicking sound, red lines flowed on it. The object gradually unfolded from the outside to the inside, revealing a tightly wrapped and hot hamburger inside.

In reality, the machine could be much more efficient, and all that beautiful unfolding, clicking noise is completely unnecessary, but it's pretty cool, isn't it?

Tony Stark has already achieved high enough efficiency, so he just needs to make himself feel comfortable with these small details.

As for why I brought a hamburger?

He thought he knew his friend quite well. No matter how interesting the gadget was, it might be meaningless to the other party and not as good as this hamburger that could fill his stomach.

Well, can the other party really fill your stomach?

When Tony Stark thought of the other person's stomach, which was almost indistinguishable from a black hole, he could only sigh at the diversity of the world and the universe.

The ghost, indeed, held the burger with interest, sauce clinging to its short, tiny hands. The burger was a bit large, at least as big as its head, so much so that Tony Stark couldn't help but take a screenshot when the ghost held it in his hands.

Although when he finished taking the screenshot with satisfaction and looked up again, the huge hamburger in front of the ghost had disappeared without even a trace left.

Even the sauce that gets on each other's hands.

Tony Stark raised an eyebrow, lowered his voice, and asked Jarvis quietly, "Is the video system still functioning properly?"

[Sorry sir, our video recording system seems to be interfered with for unknown reasons.]

Tony Stark felt a little disappointed when he heard the answer, but it was also expected. After all, that annoying guy couldn't have been unaware of his technology. Half of his equipment had failed just now. If the hamburger could not be taken out smoothly, he would definitely go and settle the score with that guy.

Forget it, at least he took the photo. He saved it and couldn't help but think that it must be very cute when the ghost licked the sauce off his hands, right?

Well, he completely ignored the fact that ghosts don't have regular mouths.

But now he might be a little thankful that he didn't see that scene. Tiny black tentacles spread out from under the cloak, surging onto the sauce like a tide, and then receding like a tide. It was cute but also had a unique weirdness.

Someone in the chat group watched with melancholy as Tony Stark completed his ultimate goal of killing the purple potato spirit, although the final result ended in a completely unexpected way.

However, his ability to locate the world's anchor point has not been repaired yet due to the turmoil caused by the ghost last time, so the new member that should have been found in the group a long time ago has been delayed until now. Fortunately, he has finally figured it out now.

He was excitedly preparing to contact that new world, and the chat group was already bustling with activity.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: It shows here that my ultimate goal has been achieved. To be honest, when I saw this prompt, I was completely confused, because these days I have not only wasted time on the road, but also researched more things during the time on the road. My ultimate goal can't be to invent something, that's too cheap, because I can always overturn my previous generation of inventions and come up with better and more efficient ones.

[Chess Player] The Nameless Person Nailed in the Coffin: Isn't this something worth celebrating? Speaking of which, Shan Si, how's your foreign debt repayment going?

[Judge] Bone Du's Skeleton: Hey, please don't yell at me when I'm eating ketchup, okay? I wasted a lot of my poor ketchup.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: Sorry, sorry, so what’s the situation?

[Judge] Boneless Skeleton: I removed my ribs to pay off a debt—just kidding. Wouldn't a skeleton without bones be a strange thing? As for the debt? It's as clean as my pockets.

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: At present, the island has been almost recovered, and the only thing left is... the Queen's Lighthouse.

Iron Man: Ordinary Rich Man: Wait? So you have a wife?

All of a sudden, almost all the group members were shocked. Except for a few who were particularly calm, almost everyone clicked the plus one button.

What's worse is that there are people like Steve who are completely restless.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: What the hell, what the hell, how come a guy like Cell Man can have a wife! ! ! ! ! ! This world is so unfair! ! ! !

478 Cuphead joins the chat group

"Uh, Cuphead... I don't think you should." A creature with slightly short limbs, a huge blue nose, and a cup head with a blue-striped straw stuck in it said hesitantly.

"What?" He retorted somewhat dissatisfiedly when the other person called him Cuphead, whose head was also a cup with a straw with red patterns on it and a small red nose that was small and delicate compared to the other person's big nose. "Hey."

"I said mug."

"I said you don't feel you."

"What's wrong with me?"

"Shhh."

Cuphead raised his finger and shushed the other man. "You're such a coward! We're just going to play a little game. Believe me, this little game won't cause us much damage."

Mug immediately shrank his head and said hesitantly for a long time. "But Mug, that's a casino."

Cuphead frowned and waved his hand nonchalantly. "So what—"

"Listen, Mug, you have to trust me, we're going to make a killing!"

Cuphead grinned wickedly as he pushed the man into the casino. As if to reassure him, he pulled out a shiny gold coin from his pocket.

"Look." He held the gold coin in his palm and showed it to the other person. "Our lucky coin. Let's guess the heads or tails."

After Cuphead said this, he tossed the coin high into the air, then stared at the coin landing in the center of his palm and whistled with satisfaction. Without waiting for Mughead to say anything else, he rushed to the crowded gambling table.

Mug sighed as he watched Cuphead, who was no longer able to stop him, and thinking of the heated gambling atmosphere over there, he muttered something a little tempted, "I think... well, just a little fun, it shouldn't be a problem."

What is gambling? A game of chance? A chance of survival? Or a sure-shot loss?

These are all, and these are not. Gambling is essentially just a game. Whoever the casino wants to live will live gloriously. Whoever the casino wants to die will be skinned, bones sucked, and even the soul will be swallowed up.

There is no gambling here, only games.

Cuphead has already joined the game. He is making huge profits and winning one victory after another. The piles of glittering gold coins are almost blinding to others, and the cheers around him are like waves.

When the devil appeared gracefully, he used all the property in the casino as bait to lure the other party into putting his soul on the gambling table.

Cuphead agreed without hesitation. Mug, who had already reacted, flew over to stop the other party, but it was too late. He lost the bet miserably as expected. Cuphead only threw out "Snake Eyes", which was two points.

Thus they lost their souls.

Even if Cuphead had come to his senses by now and realized what a stupid thing he had done, it was too late.

He regretted it so much that he knelt down and begged, and the devil's expression seemed to soften a little.

"Okay." The devil gripped his weapon gracefully, an unconcealable smirk on his face.

Perhaps, the reactions of Cuphead and Mug were within his expectations, or perhaps he was the one who instigated them?

The devil said slowly, "If you really want to keep your souls, then go and collect all the souls on this contract for me. They all owe me a debt and have not repaid it."

After the devil said this, he kicked the two Cuphead brothers out of the door and the casino door slammed shut. It seemed that the devil did not give the two brothers a second choice from the beginning. He just said something hypocritical to make the two brothers believe that he was really merciful and gave them a glimmer of hope.

"Cuphead! What should we do?" Mug yelled in a panic. "Oh my god, I told you before that you shouldn't go near that casino."

"what!"

Cuphead stopped, his brow furrowed in anger. He looked at the other man and pushed him. "Hey, what do you mean? Are you saying this is all my fault?!"

"Mug, you were obviously having a great time yourself. You obviously participated in the gambling before, and you obviously enjoyed the cheers!"

"You can't put all the blame on me!"

"So you mean to blame me?" Mug's eyes widened and he didn't give up the argument with his brother.

They always argue like this.

"I don't!"

Cuphead argued loudly.

"Okay, I know I'm wrong, but so are you! Anyway, no matter what, you can't tell Grandpa Teapot about this. This is my bottom line, do you understand?!"

"But if I don't tell Grandpa Teapot...if I don't tell him, then I'll really be working for the devil."

Mug's face showed some reluctance. After all, if he cooperated with a cunning guy like the devil, he knew without thinking too much that his final outcome would be miserable.

"Hey wait, what's that mug?" Cuphead, who had been yelling just now, suddenly calmed down. He just stared at the mug in front of him with his head down in amazement. He couldn't understand and thought the other party was pretending. He raised his head to pull the person away.

"Transfer not allowed...oh my god, what is this, Cuphead?"

[Would you like to join the chat group? We will solve your problems, including the devil's contract problem.]

A beautiful blue screen covered their field of vision. Mug vaguely realized that this blue screen was not floating in front of his eyes, which seemed very strange.

Although Mug didn't feel any malice or anything strange, he still remained vigilant as he had just walked out of the casino.

He said to himself: "Wait, Cuphead, I'm not sure if this is a trap? Wait a moment..."

But unfortunately, if Cuphead was obedient, he would not be Cuphead.

"Really? Can you really solve all our problems for us? I agree right now, but do I need to sign a contract to agree?"