In the depths of hell, a blood moon hung high in the sky.
No one managed to notice Ian's departure.
Even in hell, Ian kept his family in his heart; such was the bond of family. After deciding on a birthday gift for Jordan, he immersed himself in the echoing toll of bells and began his journey back to Marvel.
The process of crossing over was no different than usual, except for a tiny extra step. After all, Ian's system would not dare forget that he had a new profession that required settlement.
[Eternal Grace: The authority of the Creator is gripped firmly in your hands. Mortals look up at the starry sky, but the starry sky shall eventually look up at you. Under your gaze, life will welcome eternal evolution.
You are no longer a mere caster, but an agent of the laws of life. You can bestow the grace of extraordinary leaps unto living beings. Those who mutate because of you will become extensions of your will.
This skill allows the owner to obtain a maximum number of followers not exceeding their own profession level. When your level reaches a multiple of ten, the number of followers you can possess will increase.
The stronger the target follower bestowed with grace, the more experience points you gain during daily settlement.]
This was the talent skill of Ian's [Mutant Sovereign] profession. It settled once per day. As Ian's consciousness drifted in the chaos of the crossing, the system's prompt suddenly rang in his ear.
[Mutant Sovereign experience points settlement completed.]
[Based on the life intensity of existing followers, you have gained Mutant Sovereign EXP +9.]
[You have leveled up. Gained Profession Skill Point +1, and the number of developable followers +1.]
[Strength: 622——638]
[Physique: 864——872]
[Intelligence: 60.7——71.4]
[Spirit: 333——350]
In a state between dreaming and waking, Ian welcomed another small boost. Anyone who has used cheats understands that this is just how it goes; you might suddenly find yourself a bit stronger without even realizing it.
Looking purely at the numerical values, the current Ian was roughly equivalent to 1.8 to 2 Wonder Womans. He had already squeezed into the tier of charisma expected of a first-line superhero on Earth.
Although he couldn't compare to truly powerful lifeforms, Ian's stats could still be called beautiful. After all, superheroes of his age usually focus on development.
Speaking of development, the [Mutant Sovereign] profession was truly excellent. While the increases in other attributes weren't massive, the boost in [Intelligence] was something Ian particularly favored.
"My thinking speed is fast as lightning, allowing me to conceive even more classic stories in a single second now." Ian never forgot his original intentions at times like this.
He truly loved creating.
He also knew that his Gotham: The Years My Father, Bruce Wayne, Was a Prince in Hell would surely be a bestseller in the human world. Just the name alone would be worth the ticket price in Gotham.
Not to mention, Ian had buried a profound suspense in the story: when six legs enter an alley and only two legs come out, can the four legs left behind ever reunite?
In any case, even if the box office didn't explode, Master Wayne would make the cinema explode. This shocking masterpiece was bound to blow up one way or another. Ian sat firmly as the top director of DC.
[Mutant Sovereign lv2 〔1/20〕]
The new profession had leveled up in just one day. Ian felt he should consider bestowing the new vacancy, though he hadn't thought of a suitable candidate yet.
It wasn't that Ian cared about a follower's moral character, but the only strict condition for becoming his follower was that they had to fall in love with him first. If they didn't love him, what right did they have to be his follower?
"You can't only love your god when there are benefits!"
"Let me see what new skills this profession has to choose from." Ever since his last trip to the Marvel universe, the crossing process included a journey across the void.
He was a bit bored, so he chose to check the new profession's skill tree. Ian didn't particularly like hoarding skill points; he usually only did so when he wanted to upgrade high-value skills from other professions.
[Life Reshaping: The Mutant Sovereign harbors "Seeds of Mutation" within their body. They can convert their own cell samples into "Mutation Seeds." After being implanted into a target lifeform, the target will undergo a harmless "mutation." Until the Mutation Seed withers, the target gains the temporary mutation ability granted by that seed.
In your presence, the bodies of others are merely vessels for you to cultivate genes.]
[Life's Doomsday: Release the accumulated "Mutation Energy" within the body to form a gene-level collapse storm. It deals a devastating blow to all non-mutated lifeforms within range, forcing their genetic structure to collapse, leading to intense pain, loss of control, and death. For mutants, it causes "Mutation Backlash," making their power spiral out of control and eventually explode.
The old world must be destroyed for new life to be born.]
[Retro-Evolution Ray: The Mutant Sovereign can release a "Retro-Evolution Ray" from their eyes. Upon hitting a target, it forces their genetic sequence to regress toward a "primitive form" or a "younger form." This causes their strength, intelligence, senses, and even appearance to degenerate. The degree of regression depends on the target's level of mutation and the duration of the ray.
This skill has significant effects on mutants, superhumans, demons, angels, and artificial life. For ordinary humans, it may cause them to regress into more primitive biological forms, such as beasts or reptiles. Evolution is the glory you bestow; regression is the punishment you bring down.]
...
There were quite a few skills available to learn.
The [Mutant Sovereign] was, after all, an ultimate profession. Among its professional skills, it also possessed an ultimate skill that allowed one to transform into the mythological form of the [God of Mutation].
The description said it could dig out all the perfect genes within one's body to become the most perfect lifeform in the world. It was a high-level skill that could only be learned much later.
Ian looked at it with greedy eyes, so he pretended he hadn't seen it, and his heart gradually calmed down. He had mastered the talent of pretending to perfection.
Perhaps after graduation, Ian could even write it into his personal resume.
"I choose you!" Ian didn't hesitate too much and directly selected the [Retro-Evolution Ray]. He remembered that his professional skills would only complement each other and never be incompatible.
This skill was practically tailor-made for him. After all, a qualified Evil God certainly needed the magical ability to turn someone back into a monkey just by glancing at them.
With the selection of the skill, Ian's body began to undergo a change. Ancient genetic patterns surfaced on the exterior of his eyeballs, like the imprints from the moment the first life was born eons ago.
The most startling change occurred in the power contained deep within his eyes. Those eyes, which originally harbored two miniature stars, were now injected with a new law that did not conflict with the law of the sun.
In fact, just as Ian had expected, the two laws integrated perfectly. Once, those miniature stars shone warmly upon all things, like the first ray of light at the origin of life. It had the power to nourish all things and the power to punish all things. But now, the sun's might was no longer just about grace and punishment.
It had a brand-new power.
It was the power to judge whether all things were worthy of their current level of life. In Ian's pupils, the stars burned even more fiercely, and a hint of demonic red appeared within the golden eyes.
It was like a mist circulating deep within his gaze.
Ian could clearly feel that any lifeform, as long as he stared at it, could be beaten back to its original form, forced to re-experience the evolutionary path that took hundreds of millions of years to complete.
Sunlight can be warm.
But from now on, it couldn't just be overly warm; it could also release the winter of life. This was by no means a simple case of one plus one equals two; it was an interlacing that formed a brand-new authority.
An authority that truly decided the destiny of life.
"The wish for Uncle Bruce to call me Uncle once again has a higher chance of success. After all, with one glare, he'll return to the form of a little tadpole!"
Ian always had wise ideas for using his skills. He didn't want to turn people into Primitive Man or Peking Man; as a young Evil God, he preferred catching little tadpoles.
After all, no young boy can refuse a game of catching tadpoles.
"Hmm, not only that. As long as I get Jordan and Jonathan to voluntarily return to being eight years old, I'll be the true eldest son of the Kent family!" Ian felt that his dad and mom were already exhausted from raising children, so they definitely wouldn't agree with his idea. However, this didn't stop him from revealing his massive ambitions to the void.
Perhaps even the void was shaken by the Evil God's ambition.
In the next second, Ian felt a warm vibration around him. He had already crossed the void and returned to the Marvel universe. As his eyes perceived light and his heart still surged with excitement, Ian found himself standing in a massive alloy room.
"Whew!"
Ian had stayed in hell for too long and had smelled sulfur incense for quite a while, so he missed the scentless air. He wanted to take a breath of the fresh air of the human world in another world.
However, as he took a deep breath, he only inhaled the scent of technology.
"Cough, cough, cough!!" Master Ian's mouth could taste Nine Dragon Potions, and his nose was naturally very good at tasting air. He smelled it; the air was technological oxygen produced by an oxygen generator.
There was also the unique metallic smell of an internal circulation air conditioner.
"Where did you send me this time?" Ian rubbed his nose and looked around. The room was spacious, clean, and sterile. He was standing in an oversized alloy room. The walls were so smooth they could serve as mirrors, the ceiling emitted a soft cold light, and the floor was made of some special shock-absorbing material.
"A laboratory? A prison? Or some evil organization's secret base?" Ian rubbed his hands, still guessing, when the alloy door of the room suddenly slid open with a hum.
Gwen Stacy walked in, holding a spray bottle. The room was cold, and the floor was still vibrating, so she was swaying slightly in a thick down jacket.
"Gwen, tell me quickly, am I the one with the tightest ass in this batch of newcomers?" Ian obviously hadn't fully detached himself from the filming plot.
He was just feeling the vibration of the ground and had a sudden whim to be humorous, casually expressing his expectation. However, this one sentence immediately made Gwen Stacy's delicate features twist a bit.
"??????"
She really didn't want to know what Ian was talking about. Unfortunately, she hated herself for understanding it instantly. "I think you should use a more normal opening to greet me."
"Like good afternoon, or have you eaten, or even asking how I've been." Gwen was silent for a long time before she attempted to teach Ian how to be more human-like.
Yes, she often felt that Ian was like a skin-walker.
"I don't need to ask to know you've eaten, because your mouth is currently emitting the scent of toothpaste and pizza. It seems you guys still love eating pizza."
Ian showed off his super sense of smell.
If he hadn't said that, it would have been fine, but once he did, Gwen's expression immediately became a bit more resentful.
"You still dare mention pizza? How do you dare mention pizza! The delivery pizza you ordered before you disappeared last time—we ate it at the Sanctum Sanctorum for half a month and still couldn't finish it!"
As she spoke, she pointed resentfully outside the door. Beside the trash can in the metal corridor were hundreds of pizza boxes. It was clear that these superheroes were really trying their best to eat.
"Why didn't you save some for me?" Ian wasn't surprised by the half-month Gwen mentioned. He had noticed this before: time in the Marvel world was accelerating along with his growth in strength. It went from a one-to-one ratio between the Marvel and DC universes to now, where twelve hours in the DC universe meant twelve days would pass in the Marvel universe.
There were currently no clues to explain the cause of this situation, but since it existed, it must be logical. If one had to figure out everything, it would be too taxing for his super brain.
Ian cherished it very much, so he wouldn't use it easily.
"There are still hundreds of boxes in the fridge. Go ahead, I'll watch you eat." Gwen said as she prepared to lead the way, but Ian, who occasionally didn't like eating leftovers, remained motionless.
"Half a month. It's already stringy. I'm not talking about cheese strings, but microbial fermentation strings." Ian felt that Gwen definitely had some stereotypes about him.
A Evil God and a scavenger are two completely different things.
"vomit~"
Gwen was made to gag a few times by Ian's description.
"Where is this place? Your new base?" Ian began to try and change the subject. He had read parenting books and knew how to alleviate a girl's morning sickness.
"No, this is Rescuer One... Tony really is a prophet." Gwen gave Ian a strange look and said something that seemed nonsensical.
"What's the situation?"
Ian blinked, his eyes appearing somewhat innocent. Gwen didn't answer directly but walked to the wall of this alloy room and pressed a hidden switch.
"Click!"
The originally sealed alloy wall suddenly cracked open, then slid to both sides, revealing a massive viewing window. Outside the window was the vast and boundless starry sky of the universe.
Splendid nebulae slowly swirled in the darkness, distant stars emitted cold and remote light, and closer by, many meteorites were spinning and racing past the window.
"We are on our way to rescue the All-Father, Odin."
Gwen explained.
"Does this have anything to do with the new Teacher Tony being a prophet?" Ian walked to the long window to admire the view, only to see Gwen starting to spray him wildly with the spray bottle.
"Hey! What are you doing?! Do you know this is paid content?" Ian was sprayed into a wet state. His face turned red, and he couldn't help but issue a protest of feigned reluctance.
"Disinfection. I'm disinfecting you. We can't afford to get sick in space." Gwen looked serious as she emptied the entire large spray bottle, only to find that Ian seemed even more unsatisfied than she was.
"It's fine. If the medical insurance doesn't cover you, I'll treat you when you get sick. I'm the best at treating illnesses." Ian felt the disinfectant was okay; at least the smell of hell sulfur on him was largely removed.
He certainly wasn't a boy who liked being wet; letting Gwen disinfect him was just to use the disinfectant as perfume to cover up the smell of a hellish hooligan on his body.
"You knew long ago that I would appear here?" Ian accepted Gwen's service and even stuffed a ten-dollar tip into her hand. This left Gwen, who had wanted to prank Ian, quite bewildered.
"..."
She found that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't seem to keep up with the other party's train of thought. After composing herself, the somewhat helpless girl finally responded to Ian's inquiry.
"That answers your previous question. Yes, we knew you would appear here because Tony is a prophet. He used the Stark Supercomputing Array to calculate the pattern of your every appearance and then narrowed it down to thirty-six possible locations for this time."
"And then?"
"And then, he took the spaces of those thirty-six locations on Earth, cut them out, and stuffed them into this room." Gwen answered Ian's follow-up.
"????"
This time it was Ian's turn to be stunned.
"You can even do that?"
He hadn't expected Earth's technology to have evolved to such an extent. However, after feeling the black box in his pocket, Ian felt that having this kind of technological means wasn't unacceptable.
It's Marvel, after all. Earth's technology fluctuates wildly. Everyone understands. This was also a Marvel tradition.
"I don't really understand the principle. Anyway, it's related to the Kamar-Taj library opened by Doctor Strange and the Asgardian rune technology Thor opened out of desperation to save his father." As a high school girl who hadn't even gone to college, Gwen, even with memory fragments of the apocalypse, was a technological novice just like Ian.
She pointed around. "Now this room is actually composed of thirty-six 'space cubes.' Each cube is a location where you might appear."
Though not detailed, it was an easy-to-understand explanation. Ian, whose technological knowledge was on par with Gwen's, fell into silence. After wiping the disinfectant off his face, he couldn't help but complain.
"Using a bunch of hoarded cubes to block my spawn point? What kind of Marvel version of Minecraft is this? I'm not a villager or a zombie that drops materials."
Ian didn't feel the tension of having his weakness caught; he was just indignant. "Even in Minecraft, I should at least be the protagonist, Steve!"
The young man still cared deeply about things like world recognition and status.
"Steve? Steve is outside flying the ship." Hearing this, Gwen pointed outside the room. Seeing Ian walk out, she immediately followed his footsteps. After passing through a long, high-tech corridor, the automatic sensor door slid open with a "swoosh," and they arrived at the cockpit at the front of the ship.
Inside the cabin, a hologram of Tony Stark floated in the center. After seeing Ian, the corners of his mouth curled into a familiar, slightly gentle smile.
"Yo, Sleeping Beauty is awake?"
This was true humanization; the new Teacher Tony had actually learned to joke. Ian gave him a thoughtful look before glancing at their surroundings.
Thor, the God of Thunder, was lying sprawled in a nearby seat, snoring loudly, still clutching an empty beer can with a few pizza boxes piled at his feet. In the pilot's seat, Captain America, Steve Rogers, was gripping the control stick, focused intently on piloting the ship.
"Let me drive. I've wanted to fly a spaceship for a long time."
Ian's hands were itching.
Steve Rogers, however, remained unmoved.
"No, how do you guys dare let this guy fly the ship? He's a noob! Let me do it! I'm an expert!" Ian's request wasn't met, so he immediately turned into a professional snitch.
That's how top students are. Ian started complaining directly to the new Teacher Tony.
"Flying a spaceship is the same as flying a plane. I've flown planes, so of course, I'm great at flying spaceships. I'm a veteran pilot. Who still remembers how many Nazis I shot down in WWII?"
Steve didn't look back, his tone tinged with a bit of pride.
"Are you not going to mention a single word about how you crashed a plane into a ditch and then slept for decades?" Ian, who was good at finding tricky angles, immediately countered.
The moment he said this, the cockpit instantly fell silent.
Steve's body clearly stiffened. Then, his ears turned red at a visible speed, even his neck was flushed. He suddenly turned his head to look at Ian.
That guilty look was exactly like someone whose dark history had been exposed.
"That... that was all Red Skull's fault! Mr. Ian Kent, how can you just slander a person's innocence like that! ...Can crashing be counted as a technical problem?"
"At most, that can only be counted as a strategic landing!"
Steve's voice was filled with a sense of deliberate emphasis. As he spoke, his voice grew smaller and smaller, finally muttering with his head down: "You people just don't understand what tactics and accidents are."
Then followed a string of hard-to-understand words, something about "Hydra's plots," the "harsh Arctic climate," and the "super-soldier serum not being anti-freeze."
Ian laughed loudly, almost rolling on the floor of the cabin. His laughter filled the cabin with a cheerful atmosphere, like adding a bit of light seasoning to this interstellar journey.
"I definitely won't crash this time!" Captain Steve was incredibly flustered, but luckily Ian didn't continue to torment him. The fickle young man no longer wanted to fly the ship.
He was going to save his first time for the Kryptonian ship his father owned.
"Space… the final frontier…" After laughing enough, Ian looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window and suddenly cleared his throat, putting on a serious expression.
As he spoke, Ian also raised his hand and separated his fingers. After finishing, he looked around expectantly for everyone's reaction, but no one understood his humor.
Tony: "?"
Gwen: "??"
Steve: "Are you chanting some spell?"
Thor turned over in his sleep and muttered: "Another round..."
In response, what else could Ian do?
Ian: "..."
He felt he was definitely the least prestigious Evil God. When he tried to be humorous, not a single person played along. This really made him feel like he was losing face as a Evil God.
"Do you guys not have a childhood?! Star Trek! The classic opening line!" Ian shouted in grief and indignation, plopping down onto the comfortable co-pilot seat of the ship.
Everyone looked at each other.
"I'm not a person, so I probably indeed didn't have a childhood."
The new Teacher Tony's tone was very sincere.
"Do you know that 80% of boys who like watching that movie can't find a girlfriend before college?" Gwen also used a matter-of-fact attitude to remind Ian.
"When I was little, I watched The Grand Illusion, The Rules of the Game, All Quiet on the Western Front, Top Gun. Oh, oh, my favorite movies are Gone with the Wind and The Wizard of Oz."
The gap between Captain America and Ian wasn't just a generation gap; they were people from two different centuries. Ian gave up completely and rolled his eyes hard in the seat with resentment.
"Wake me when we get there."
He closed his eyes.
Gwen looked at him.
"You're going to sleep?"
She somehow secretly took out a permanent Marker.
"No." Ian crossed his hands behind his head. Through his eyelids, he saw Gwen, who was itching to do something. "I'm going to build my mind palace."
He was truly building a mind palace.
"Mind palace? Like the one Sherlock Holmes has?" Gwen blinked, finally finding a common topic with Ian. Like Doctor Strange, she liked reading the Sherlock Holmes collection.
"Mm-hmm, don't underestimate me. I have the ability." Ian's consciousness sank into his spiritual world and began to build his mind palace like he was playing "SimCity."
Inside the grand city of the mind, the buildings on both sides of the streets were composed of various memory fragments—on the left was the "Protein Powder Formula Museum," and on the right was the "How to Cook Instant Noodles with Holy Water Lab."
In the distance, there was even a "Hell Economics Data Center" under construction.
This was Ian's dedicated world of thought.
Useful information could be stored everywhere. If he hadn't found a way yet, Ian would have also wanted to move the library from heaven in here. Just as he was immersed in the construction of the mind palace, Thor suddenly woke up.
"Master Ian also needs his own library." Ian pushed open the doors of a Baroque-style library, which contained countless bookshelves neatly arranged.
"Now it's time to store the knowledge brought from Google." He snapped his fingers, and countless light spots flew out of his mind, turning into gilded books that landed on the shelves.
Postpartum Care for Sows
How to Tame an Elephant with a Toothpick
200 Possibilities of Whether Mosquitoes Burp
How Humans Play the Piano with Toes: From Basic to Master
Why Humans Can't Live a Slow Life Like Sloths
Intro to Quantum Mechanics for Dogs: Understanding Schrödinger's Dog
How to Train Your Nose Hair for Artistic Creation
...
These were all pieces of knowledge Ian had recently memorized from Google. By storing them in the mind palace now, he could choose to forget them and then use his brain capacity to carry new knowledge.
He was working hard in the world of thought when suddenly, the Thor in reality woke up with a start.
"What are you doing in my head?!"
Thor sprang up from his seat, his golden hair standing on end like a startled lion cat. He pointed a trembling finger at Ian, who was still resting with his eyes closed.
"This Evil God is defiling my mind!"
Thor's tone carried a hint of a sob.
"I'm building a mind palace."
Ian slowly opened his eyes and looked at Thor with a confused expression.
"Then why don't you build it in your own head?!"
Thor's whole body was shaking, not just because of fear, but also because he found that many profound but useless pieces of knowledge had appeared out of nowhere in his brain.
"The brain of a Evil God is prime real estate. Brain tissue is expensive, more expensive than Manhattan land. Use yours first, use yours first. This is a blessing for you, after all."
Ian's grand theories were brought out again. Hearing this, Steve and Gwen both shrunk their necks in unison, secretly glad they hadn't been targeted by the Evil God.
"No! This won't do!"
Thor was pacing around in anxiety.
"Doctor Strange has a good brain! Use Doctor Strange's brain! You can just stuff my brain with some spicy videos or recipes."
Thor was clearly dreaming.
"Don't worry." Ian showed a kind smile. Good spicy pictures deserved to reside in his super brain, so he didn't agree to Thor's request.
"I'll be fair to everyone. You'll all become a part of the 'erudition.'" To be honest, Ian was really greedy for the library in heaven, so he planned to link the brains of all his believers to build a Evil God Library.
"I'm warning you!" Thor swung his hammer, sparks crackling. He clearly didn't understand Ian's grand blueprint, so he spoke with a very ashamed and annoyed tone of threat.
"If you dare to defile my brain again, I'll smash it to pieces!" He aimed Mjolnir at his own temple. This kind of threat was truly unprecedented.
"????"
Ian looked at Thor a few times. Indeed, he still had to save Dr. Hannibal. Facing a mental patient of this level, even a mental health expert like him felt a bit inadequate.
In this delicate atmosphere, a violent tremor suddenly came from outside, and a piercing alarm sounded in the cockpit.
"Something's happening!"
Steve, who was about to drink some water to calm his nerves, turned around and rushed to the front of the cockpit.
"Aliens!" Steve stared at the radar and exclaimed, "There's an alien ship outside!"
"Your brain isn't enough; no wonder the Evil God looks down on it."
Thor rushed to the window aggressively.
"Is there a possibility that I am an alien? You've already... wait!"
His expression suddenly froze.
Then he became furious.
"That's it! That's the ship that hit me!"
The God of Thunder, who had found the hit-and-run ship, was fuming. Before anyone could react, Thor had already smashed through the corridor to the airlock, broken open the hatch, and rushed out.
Seeing this, Ian quickly followed.
"You're going to help me?"
Thor, floating in space, asked in surprise.
"No." Ian pulled out a bag of sunflower seeds. They weren't flash-frozen in space. Don't ask why; the answer is that Ian's bio-field would appear when he flies.
"I just love watching the show."
The honest Evil God lightly cracked the seeds.
"Exactly, I knew you weren't that kind-hearted. But I can take revenge myself. Watch me crack this walnut!" A furious Thor swung his hammer and summoned lightning.
"Crack the walnut, crack the walnut, crack the walnut."
He used his chef's aiming method. Thick lightning bolted toward the strangely shaped ship, hitting the target perfectly. The lightning he summoned struck the ship with a boom.
"Rumble~"
After being hit, the ship instantly lost control and fell toward the planet below.
Just as it was about to crash, a person wearing a mask poked their head out of the ship, firing both guns wildly at Ian and Thor.
Bullets whistled toward them.
The self-abasing Thor once again held his head and ran.
Ian immediately reached out and began his bullet-catching practice.
[You tried to learn to catch bullets with your hands. Student profession EXP +1.]
[You tried to learn to catch bullets with your hands. Student profession EXP +1.]
[You tried to learn to catch bullets with your hands. Student profession EXP +1.]
...
This wave of practice was surely a perfect display of catching bullets. After all, Ian could mimic 368 hands, and his attributes were already nothing like before.
In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the opponent was firing super laser bullets, which were slightly challenging, Ian might not have gained experience points. Just as Ian was about to shout who else is there in the silent space.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!!!"
A dense sound of artillery rang out. A huge Rocket Raccoon jumped out of the falling ship, carrying a mortar, and fired a 300-round burst at Ian!
Three hundred shells whistled toward them.
"Damn it! Those are Kree Empire shells!"
Thor was shocked.
"It's fine. Master Ian will take care of it!"
Ian wasn't flustered at all. It was just 300 shells. He mimicked 368 hands and handled it with ease. The advantage was his. Not only could he catch them all simultaneously, the remaining 68 hands could even serve as a hype team and clap vigorously.
"Emperor of All Methods! Super Evil God! You're really amazing!"
Thor's attitude changed instantly. He hid behind Ian frantically, trying to conceal his protruding belly behind Ian's small frame.
The artillery fire crossed the vacuum of space and approached in an instant.
Ian struck immediately. Multitasking, he didn't miss a single shell. He caught all the shells firmly, but that didn't mean an accident wouldn't happen.
"Damn it! I can't finish them! I really can't finish them all!"
The late-realizing Ian, after catching the shells, realized that while he could mimic many hands, he still only had one mouth that could eat at most two shells at once.
The speed of 300 hands was much faster than his mouth.
The consequences of this awkward situation were very obvious. Before the eighteenth shell could be swallowed, the other shells exploded violently in his hands.
"Boom, boom, boom!!!"
Ian was already trying very hard to eat the explosion energy.
[Entropic Overlord EXP +21]
[Entropic Overlord EXP +23]
[Entropic Overlord EXP +26]
...
Alas, he still had too few mouths. There was still some residual explosion that destroyed their ship's engine system. Their ship also plummeted toward the planet below, trailing thick smoke.
Thor was blown away by the airwave.
Luckily, Ian grabbed his scalp, preventing him from getting lost in the turbulence.
"Gwen! Steve! New Teacher Tony! Don't panic! I'm a professional at saving ships! It's a family skill!" Ian bet his family's glory and began the rescue.
He shouted, his legs kicking hard, actually creating a sonic boom in the vacuum. He carried Thor and half of the spaceship, diving toward the sandy planet below.
Flight plus teleportation. It was very fast.
How should I describe it? He was surely as fast as someone grabbing a bowl of hot pepper soup. Thor's scalp was pinched so hard he rolled his eyes, protesting incoherently.
"Let... let go of my head..."
The distorted face wasn't from pain, but from truly feeling like he was about to ascend to heaven.
"Don't mess around; I'm in a hurry!" Ian eased his strength slightly, and his legs exerted force again. His speed suddenly surged, and they plunged directly into the planet's atmosphere.
The high temperature from friction caused their figures to drag a long tail of fire. From afar, it looked like a falling meteor—except that some part of this meteor would be cursing.
"This is the power of ancestral skill!"
Ian had already caught their ship in the atmosphere with plenty of room for error, while the other hit-and-run ship had crashed somewhere unknown on the planet.
This wasn't a problem Ian cared about.
He had upheld the Superman family's rescue rate. This was worth praising.
"I'm so awesome~"
Someone who doesn't experience internal conflict knows how to provide emotional value for themselves. Ian held the ship and landed steadily on the planet's surface. When his feet were just a few centimeters from the ground, he tossed the ship onto the surface. There was no choice; once his feet touched the ground, Ian would automatically lose his bio-field.
"We still crashed!"
Thor was also casually tossed onto the ground by Ian. His eyes were lifeless as he muttered to himself: "My brain... I feel like my brain was pinched flat by you..."
This was clearly him scaring himself. A cowardly, fearful, and self-abasing Thor was just like that. Ian ignored him and turned to tear open the cabin door. A dusty Gwen and Steve crawled out.
"Welcome to the new world."
Ian tried to liven up the atmosphere.
"No, what on earth were you guys doing?"
Gwen was covered in dust, her hair a mess.
"It's all Thor's fault. Tell him to pay you back and get your hair redone when we go back." Ian didn't dodge the responsibility. Their being stranded on this planet was indeed due to Thor's impulsiveness.
"Here! I'll pay if I have to!"
Thor also knew he was in the wrong, so he pulled out a large bag of gold coins and threw it at Gwen. Gwen was about to scold him, but her expression soon became peaceful.
There was no choice. The foolish son of a wealthy family was truly too generous.
"Are you okay?"
Ian cared for Gwen while trying to help her keep the gold coins safe. However, Gwen dodged him. He didn't use full strength; he was just testing Gwen's attitude.
"I'm fine."
Gwen stared at Ian warily.
"It's just... my head is a bit dizzy." She hid the money bag in her chest, a place everyone who knew Ian knew he'd never dare reach for.
Normal. Ian nodded, his response clearly also feeling like he was answering a different question. "After all, even I was impressed by that maneuver just now."
As he spoke, Ian gave a look that suggested he hoped for praise, but Gwen was still staring at her chest counting the gold coins and didn't receive his hint at all. Immediately after, Steve, who had crawled out and then back in, crawled out from the cabin again at this time.
Captain America was holding a smoking computer tower in his arms.
"Maybe I'm really not suited for flying spaceships..."
He had a long face, his voice full of frustration.
"It's fine! How is this not a special trait of yours? Concept-level abilities are the most powerful; you must learn to use them." Ian directly patted Steve's shoulder.
His tone was encouraging.
A Evil God only liked to complain and strike others when things were peaceful. When things really happened, he also knew that complaining was meaningless.
"As long as the new Teacher Tony is still here, he can surely teach us to start developing from the Stone Age and hand-build a new spaceship!" Ian reached out again and patted the tower in Steve's arms.
He wanted to boost everyone's spirits.
However.
"Zi——!"
The tower emitted a cloud of black smoke, the screen flickered twice, and it completely died. The new Teacher Tony's projection appeared for a second with difficulty, his lips trembling as if he wanted to say something.
But in the end, it only made a weak electronic sound.
"Zzt, zzt, zzt~"
Teacher Tony went completely black.
...
On the sunny planet, Thor was swinging Mjolnir like a human-shaped excavator, digging a three-meter-deep pit in the ground. Every time he swung the hammer, he couldn't help but mutter a sentence.
"I am the God of Thunder! You're telling me to dig a grave here?"
His tone was full of reluctance, but his movements didn't stop because of it.
"Faster!" Ian held the smoking tower and supervised the work nearby, his face full of sadness. "We must let the new Teacher Tony rest in peace!"
Gwen looked at them holding a funeral for a computer tower with a look of wanting to say something but stopping.
When Thor inserted a metal plate engraved with "The Tomb of the Second Cyber-Teacher, Tony Stark" into the mound, she finally couldn't help but say: "I think Tony's main body should still be 'living' quite well on Earth."
"That's not important! What's important is the sense of ceremony!" Ian interrupted her seriously, pulled out three RAM sticks from his pocket and stuck them in front of the grave, then lit two crossed data cables. The burning cables emitted a pungent smell of plastic, making Steve sneeze repeatedly. Ian, however, had a devout look as he folded his hands.
"New Teacher Tony, may you become a Cyber-God in the electronic heaven and then come down to give me a hand." Ian's voice carried a hint of expectation.
No one knew what he was expecting.
"What should we do?"
Gwen held her arms, feeling a bit distressed.
"This planet has oxygen, woods, and seawater; there must be a native civilization! We can ask for help!" Ian used his super wisdom to make a judgment.
"How can you be sure the creatures here can communicate?" Gwen pointed to a six-eyed lizard in the distance that was chewing on metallic ore. "Maybe their 'civilization' is just about who can spit more acid."
She was very dejected.
"I don't know, but we have to try. Otherwise, after I go home, you guys will be stuck here forever." Ian's words made Steve look at him a few times.
Finally, Gwen spoke.
"Is there a possibility that after you return and reappear, you'll still only appear in the ship's wreckage? Don't forget, your random appearance location is pseudo-random; all thirty-six locations were inside it."
Her words made Ian's expression stiffen.
Thor was calling for Heimdall to open the Bifrost, but Heimdall did not respond. Silence. Only the sound of the wind blowing through the sand dunes.
Just as Thor was confused, the reason for the guardian's lack of response was revealed.
Suddenly, the sky darkened.
A massive shadow loomed over them.
The roar of engines made the ground tremble. A massive silver saucer landed slowly on the sand dune. The dust raised when the hatch opened made Steve cough.
The wind from the engines kicked up fine sand, swirling low in the air. Then, from the shadow of the ship's hatch, a purple giant walked out. He was as tall as a mountain, his skin metallic and gleaming with a deep purple luster. His eyes were like burning stars, revealing endless majesty and calm.
"Welcome to Titan, humans of Earth."
The purple giant spoke softly, his whole body emitting an incredibly terrifying aura. Just by standing there, the gravitational field of the entire planet seemed to bow and bend to him.
A low and majestic voice echoed in the air.
He was the Overlord of the Universe, Thanos.
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