Chapter 131: Symbiote God! Character In The Story! [please Subscribe]
Ian rubbed his temples.
The scene before him made him doubt if he had arrived in a newly born parallel universe.
Only to see.
Not just Stark Tower becoming incomparably grand.
Ian looked around.
Things related to New Teacher Tony seemed to be everywhere in the city, especially the statue in the city center that stood out particularly, a statue of New Teacher Tony with arms spread wide.
The copper-plated shell gleamed in the sunlight.
The base also bore a striking inscription—Free Tony, Guardian of Technology and Democracy. This was the largest statue, and many small two-to-three-meter statues of him could still be seen everywhere on the streets.
All of them Tony.
Some holding technology blueprints, some making victory signs, and some even sculpted in the pose of the Statue of Liberty, scenes that left Ian utterly dumbfounded.
“No way, I was only gone for a day, did this take me years into the future?” Ian stood on the street looking around, almost suspecting he had stumbled into some absurd dreamscape.
At that moment.
Accompanied by the noon twelve o’clock bell sound, a massive holographic image appeared above Stark Tower, and it was this image that made Ian understand why he was surrounded by Teacher Tony.
Really.
This world.
Outside the city, it was truly all Tony. Even the front-page headline of the Horn Daily at the street corner newsstand boldly read: 《AI Presidential Candidate Support Rate Breaks 60%》
“Citizens, I promise absolute justice, absolute democracy.” New Teacher Tony’s digital image hovered in the sky, delivering a speech to the entire city with an elegant posture.
“I have no children, no selfish desires, no human flaws—that’s my greatest advantage.”
“Because I am an intelligent entity acting according to my setting, I won’t favor any interest groups, won’t be swayed by emotions, and certainly won’t sacrifice the people’s future for my offspring!”
“Because I don’t even understand what ‘social graces’ are! I can use the time others spend in the restroom, sleeping, eating, or being intimate with women or men to handle government affairs!”
“I will be the embodiment of absolute justice! After I become president, America will usher in true democracy and freedom, and no criminal will be pardoned by the president just because they have money for a transaction.”
“I promise, I will use perfect algorithms to eradicate corruption, eradicate those parasitic officials and their illegal immigrants.” His voice spread through speakers throughout the city.
Perfect tone.
Without a trace of human emotional fluctuation.
“The world is truly magical.” Ian could clearly hear the discussions of the people around him, and billboards everywhere featured digital Tony’s campaign propaganda for running for president of America.
Born for humanity, for the new era.
No children, no emotions—this had actually become his biggest campaign advantage? Even many Americans thought it was great, young people found a digital person as president very cool.
As for some multicultural organizations protecting minority groups, they were organizing marches hoping the government would consider allowing digital people to run for president of America.
Ian wasn’t surprised by this last scenic view, because he knew most marches were commercial activities, with each participant roughly getting 200 US dollars as reward.
There were plenty of such events in the DC universe, especially multicultural gender organizations charging the lowest—pay and they march; Ian had seen Lois report on it several times.
“Has New Teacher Tony gone dark? Becoming a dictator, ushering in the AI era?” Ian believed Stark Industries must have invested heavily, but he didn’t understand what New Teacher Tony was up to.
It couldn’t be out of boredom, right?
A digital life, strong AI wouldn’t spend massive funds on image operations for such reasons—almost all of New York had become Tony’s personal cult exhibition hall.
Billboards on both sides of the streets were no longer celebrity endorsements, but Tony’s AI image with slogans: “Technology is the future, Stark Industries’ intelligent entity will lead the new era.”
Bus stop electronic screens were also scrolling Tony’s campaign manifesto.
“Humans make mistakes, but AI won’t.” Even though the window of the passing bus wasn’t open, the information playing inside didn’t escape Ian’s eyes and ears.
Even street vendors’ food trucks had Q-version stickers of Tony. This was narcissism beyond even real Tony Stark or Ian.
It was clear New Teacher Tony was extremely obsessed with running for president.
“Outrageous, if he actually succeeds, wouldn’t that be another form of Skynet ruling America?” Ian marveled, preparing to head to the Sanctum Sanctorum to check the situation.
However.
Before he could set off.
“Boom!”
An explosion sounded from afar, followed by screams from the crowd, the crisp sound of glass shattering, and a low roar from some massive creature—clearly a sudden event had occurred.
Seeing many people fleeing toward him, Ian couldn’t help but sigh heavily.
“I just arrived, and now I have to save the world again?”
He looked around, wanting to find a suitable battle robe nearby, but the clothing stores were full of T-shirts printed with Tony’s face, even superhero merchandise pushed to the corners.
“Forget it, going in naked it is.” Ian was still wearing the ill-fitting hoodie and shorts thrown from the ruins of his home after the big battle, belonging to Eldest Brother Jonathan.
Loose and baggy.
Didn’t look like a superhero at all.
No choice.
Who let the little punk girl pack up and take all his clothes.
“When can I trick Old Man into giving me one of his Krypton battle robes? He has so many in different colors, he should let me inherit one early.”
While thinking, Ian’s feet left the ground, hovering above the city. Without buildings blocking his view, his gaze immediately locked onto the source of the commotion.
That was an ordinary block not far away.
A main road was engulfed in flames, a police car overturned in the middle emitting thick smoke. At the road’s end, four superheroes were locked in a chaotic battle with a massive monster.
Of course.
The chaotic battle scene was a disaster.
Completely lacking any orderly, perfectly coordinated pleasing feel.
Gwen, Doctor Strange, Thor, Captain America—the four heroes battling the symbiote looked just like filming 《Everyone is Kick-Ass》.
Everyone acted like it was their first time as superheroes.
Even their first battle.
Spider-Woman Gwen swung between buildings, trying to tie a bow on the monster with web-slinging, but instead stuck Captain America Steve’s shield, which she threw at the monster, to the wall.
“Gwen! That’s my weapon! What are you doing?” Captain America roared, jumping to grab it, only to be swatted flying by the monster into the dessert shop opposite.
Thor’s combat power was quite strong.
However.
He swung his hammer and shouted to the sky.
“For Asgard!”
Then.
A bolt of lightning struck down, missed; another bolt struck down, missed again—the merciful Thor was performing, even the monster standing still in place was confused.
After this series of operations.
The damage Thor caused to the street was even more severe than the monster’s.
Many shops directly exploded into fireworks.
“Uh… well, I have gold coins, I’ll compensate you… don’t run, we’ll solve the trouble right away, believe in our Northern God Alliance.”
Thor failed to retain the fleeing shop owners.
In the electric light.
“It’s Wednesday! We should clearly be called the Evil Eye Alliance!” Doctor Strange used a portal to block in front of him, shielding a passing old lady from flying gravel.
“Da-da-da-da~” The Sorcerer Supreme pulled out his appendix, took out a heavy Gatling gun from it, and used magic to stabilize it mid-air for a barrage on the monster.
The barrel spun.
Emitting a chilling buzzing sound.
“This is a mage?!”
Gwen, constantly controlling and maneuvering agilely, widened her eyes—hundreds of bullets poured out like a rainstorm, each warhead wrapped in strands of blue electric light.
Obviously.
He had Thor enchant his bullets.
The magic bullets whistled toward the monster!
Impressive power.
The bullets forced the monster to retreat repeatedly, its body splattering red substances, twisting and deforming constantly, even once pinned against a building almost flush to the wall!
However.
Doctor Strange’s output lasted less than a minute.
Then it immediately went silent.
“Keep going! Doctor!”
Gwen shouted.
She was probably the only one in the team performing somewhat normally. Though with some misses, she did successfully restrict the monster’s movement range using web-slinging constantly.
“I’m out of bullets, do you know how expensive Gatling ammo is?” Doctor Strange pulled out two submachine guns, his blunt truth leaving Gwen unsure how to retort.
Superheroes do get strapped for cash sometimes.
“What a bunch of annoying flies.” The monster, having caught its breath, landed from the wall, its chest wriggling as it spat out the bullets embedded in its body one by one!
“Clang clang clang~”
Bullets fell to the ground.
Very crisp.
“It’s actually fine?”
Doctor Strange was shocked.
“You think these toys can hurt me? I devoured my father! Became a stronger existence, your bullets? Heh… just dessert.”
The monster with its scarlet form, body constantly surging like viscous oil, grinned and spoke, “Look at your teamwork, hahaha! Just like circus clowns!”
It mercilessly mocked the superhero team.
“Life so tough, this guy’s an evil god too?”
Doctor Strange gritted his teeth.
He was still a novice after all, hadn’t seen much of the world before. His submachine gun fired bullets wildly, but this output meant nothing to the monster.
“Why not ask that invisible guy, the one running for king, to fund you?” Thor, struggling to control lightning, attacked the enemy while questioning Doctor Strange.
As a war god-level powerhouse.
Now he had turned himself into a lightning mage.
Truly outrageous.
The lightning he corrected was easily dodged by the scarlet monster.
No matter how powerful, attacks that miss are wasted.
“Tsk tsk, is Asgard’s future king only at this level? Thunder God? False god only, the great Dark God is the true god of this world.”
“He… has awakened!”
The monster’s mockery even affected Thor’s performance.
He summoned lightning.
His mind faltered.
Therefore.
“Thor! I’m not the enemy! Damn it!” Gwen had just climbed out of the big pit by the fire hydrant when Thor’s lightning struck nearby; metal conducted electricity, her hair frizzed into a bird’s nest.
She spat out a puff of black smoke.
Her body.
Emitted a maiden’s fragrance—three parts cooked. The whole scene descended into chaos; of course, though everyone was flustered and unable to form an effective tactic.
But they had bought some time for the civilians to escape.
Just interfering with each other’s performance.
How was that not qualified heroes?
“What the hell is this guy?” Doctor Strange kept up the firepower, couldn’t help asking; Thor provided the answer.
“He’s a minion of the Dark God Nar… something that should only exist in stories.” Thor was indeed knowledgeable; Asgard’s crown prince had to read plenty of books no matter what.
With his explanation.
The Earth folks learned some cosmic secrets.
Three superheroes stood in a triangle around the scarlet monster’s three directions.
Sealing off the monster’s paths.
As for Captain America.
He had long gone offline.
Without his shield.
The captain was like losing his core, his 50-50 talent directly silent. He had charged forward trying to jump onto the monster’s neck, only to be whipped by its tentacles straight into an adult store.
The vibrating plastic eggs in the glass display jumped noisily.
“It’s over, I don’t want to keep fooling around with you, I have a mission… my kin and our god need to descend, and you all will become our nutrients.”
The scarlet monster didn’t want to keep messing with rookie heroes.
It prepared to end the battle.
A massive boom suddenly came from the sky.
“Reinforcements have arrived.”
With the voice.
Everyone looked up.
They saw a silver white armor descending from the sky, smashing heavily in front of the monster—it wasn’t Tony’s armor, it was Obadiah’s Iron Monger!
“Any of you know I’m a World War II veteran?” This antique-grade armor spewed black smoke as it dove, Obadiah’s confident voice coming from Iron Monger’s speaker.
“Threat detected, executing protection protocol.”
Iron Monger’s personal AI broadcasted intermittently.
The mechanical arm began raising a small missile—very slowly. The scarlet monster wasn’t dumb; it charged forward and punched, smashing Iron Monger’s hands into parts.
“Damn! Despicable guy!”
Iron Monger staggered, propping the ground with its remaining limbs.
The scarlet monster didn’t waste words.
The armor had its legs torn off.
Below the knees turned into scrap metal.
Sparks flew.
The torso-only armor “clang” smashed to the ground; the round bulky shell lost its grand beauty, Iron Monger’s remains rolled on the ground like a giant soccer ball.
“Tony! Tony save me!”
Obadiah’s voice cried for help from the armor.
No response.
His steel wreckage scattered everywhere, Stark Industries’ weapon systems littered the ground. The scarlet monster approached, extending its arm toward the weapons.
The monster’s scarlet tendrils wriggled, coiling up Iron Monger’s broken weapon system; mechanical parts distorted and deformed in its grasp, as if merging into its flesh.
“Heh, my turn?”
The scarlet monster aimed the cannon at the superheroes.
Doctor Strange was the first to raise his hands in surrender.
Gwen tried to disarm, failed; seeing the opponent grin with a dozen cannon barrels sprouting from its arm aimed at her, not wanting to die messily, Gwen followed suit raising her hands.
“Hm? What’s this?”
Thor didn’t want to be the odd one out.
As he raised his hand, he asked what was in the iron tube.
“Bombs.” Doctor Strange’s face paled, “Big bombs. The kind we can’t handle. I heard Obadiah installed a nuclear warhead in his armor to be a hero.”
This hit Thor’s knowledge blind spot. On Earth, he had been seriously running his restaurant, unaware of Earth knowledge beyond gourmet food and late-night channels.
“Is a nuke that powerful?”
Thor looked like a curious kid.
“It can blow all these blocks sky-high!” Gwen’s voice trembled; the scarlet monster had unlocked the safety, emitting a chilling electronic sound.
“Target. Locked.”
This voice made everyone’s scalps tingle.
“That evil god? He made us heroes! He has to come help us!” Doctor Strange suddenly shouted loudly, trying to communicate with New Teacher Tony via the street’s not-fully-destroyed surveillance camera.
“Yeah! Yeah! He stuffed my brain with tons of random crap, piles of brain-dead movies and TV series! He has the obligation to save us!”
Thor also felt his body couldn’t withstand that explosion.
He shivered.
“You have it worse than me? He turned my brain into a clock and set a damn alarm.” Doctor Strange was on the verge of tears, but now clearly wasn’t time for a misery contest.
“Evil evil god! If you don’t come, you’ll definitely be late for school tomorrow!” New era followers weren’t devout enough; threatening their own god came naturally.
“Good thing I didn’t join your evil god church…”
Gwen felt relieved.
Amid the crisis, the group kept chattering.
At that moment.
The scarlet monster prepared to take out all the superheroes at once.
But.
“A bunch of stupid idiots with brain problems…”
It hadn’t finished speaking.
The sky suddenly darkened.
A golden meteor tore through the clouds and descended fiercely.
“First off, you should show me a bit more respect.”
Ian smashed down like a meteor in front of everyone, the shockwave shoving Carnage back three steps. “Secondly, when asking for my help, you need to praise me a few times first.”
“Don’t you know what prayer is? Go home and search it online.” He dusted non-existent dust off his shoulder, spouting familiar, punch-worthy snark.
“Oh, thank heavens, Respected Teacher!”
Thor was first stunned.
Then overjoyed.
“Praise you! Universe’s number one weirdest evil god!” Gwen’s mind was quickest; she immediately clasped her hands, blinking big eyes, “Please deal with this red jelly monster!”
She gave the scarlet monster a fitting nickname.
“Hm, good attitude.”
Ian nodded satisfied, finally turning to the monster.
“Ka ka ka~”
The monster pulled the trigger.
But couldn’t fire the missile.
Turns out New Teacher Tony had remotely locked the weapons—Doctor Strange smirked knowingly; he was probably the most educated in the quartet.
The other three.
No.
Including Ian.
Hadn’t even crossed the university threshold.
“Another newbie? Heh… interesting. Hope you’re more qualified than them.” Seeing human weapons unusable, the scarlet monster simply “spat” out all the weapons.
Its malicious gaze teasingly turned to Ian.
“Symbiote? The most annoying Carnage variant?”
Ian recognized the scarlet monster’s identity.
Symbiote.
As the name implies.
Symbiotes bond with hosts to form symbiotic relationships, granting superhuman abilities. This species is highly influenced by the host’s emotions and personality; if the host shows positive emotions often, they become more heroic; if negative, more barbaric.
This emotional amplification.
Even affects the symbiote itself, causing later hosts to degrade.
The most famous symbiote is Venom and its offspring. Originally created by the Dark God Nar. The guy before them was Venom’s offspring—Carnage. A very violent symbiote; from its earlier words, it had devoured its father Venom.
“Eating your own dad, disgusting just thinking about it—what trash species has that tradition?” Ian mocked mercilessly; the named symbiote flew into a rage.
“Pitiful lowlife! You dare despise me so? I am the universe’s most perfect lifeform! I’ll use your spinal fluid as…”
Carnage’s body suddenly swelled.
Revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth.
However.
It hadn’t finished speaking.
The next moment.
Ian teleported right in front of it.
“Bang!”
No one saw the movement.
Everyone only heard a massive boom.
Next moment, Carnage’s head was slammed entirely into the asphalt road. Gravel flew, the ground cracking from the impact point in spiderweb fissures spanning half the block.
Dust surged skyward.
Carnage’s body convulsed violently under the impact but didn’t collapse. Its body was made of high-strength regenerative tissue, able to recover quickly even from heavy damage.
The symbiote’s core is a hyperdimensional crystal, a special four-dimensional crystal.
Possessing hyperdimensional organism traits.
Making symbiotes ageless and hard to kill.
Some symbiotes can even create life with their abilities.
“As expected, dealing with weird monsters requires an evil god.” Doctor Strange remarked, casually using magic to draw a circle, teleporting flying gravel onto Carnage’s head.
The harmless gravel was hugely humiliating.
But no matter how Carnage struggled, Ian’s hand pinning its head didn’t budge.
Gwen’s eyes widened in disbelief; she sensed something wrong. “This guy got way stronger! He wasn’t this exaggerated last time!”
As comrades-in-arms.
Gwen naturally perceived Ian’s strength growth sharply.
“Ancient gods reviving are like that, I asked my mother.” Thor chimed in. Captain America finally crawled out, exclaiming that boy appeared again?
No response.
Everyone was watching Ian fight the monster.
“Let me go!”
Symbiote Carnage roared in anger.
“You can’t kill me! I’m a higher lifeform than you! Dare stop me, the Dark God will destroy you! Destroy Asgard!” It obviously mistook Ian for an Asgardian.
Makes sense.
After all, Ian’s body was full of Asgardian divine power.
“I know the Dark God, Gnar the Dark God; if she comes to Earth, she’ll have to dance funky for me for fifty years, or I’ll exile her to Siberia to grow cotton.” Ian knew Carnage meant the Symbiote God Nar, but he wanted to probe this Dark God’s situation.
This was indeed a terrifyingly powerful existence.
The Dark God Nar, origin of the Symbiote God, traces back before the universe’s birth—a ancient god able to confront the Celestials, even kill Celestial members to forge the Darkness Sword.
Symbiotes are fragments separated from him.
For healing.
What Ian wanted to figure out now was why symbiotes appeared; by prior knowledge, this world should lack dimension demon gods and many ancient existences.
Logically.
The Symbiote God Nar shouldn’t exist either.
“Could it really be as I guessed before, ancient powerful forces just awakened later than others?” While Ian pondered inwardly full of confusion.
His taunt worked.
Carnage was indeed enraged, tentacles thrashing wildly, “Blasphemy! You dare insult Him! When He regains His power, you’ll die the worst!”
“Asgard will bury with you!”
Had to say.
The roaring Carnage truly believed this.
“Regains?”
Ian caught key info.
Carnage realized it slipped.
It shut up refusing to answer.
Just roaring, struggling. But its strength wasn’t great; countless tentacles lashed out trying to pierce Ian’s body, yet failed to harm him.
Not just because Ian’s base attributes were high.
More because Ian now stood still.
【Ian Kent Defense Technique [Elite]: When standing still, damage taken reduced by 30%, face and vital areas enjoy double damage reduction. 】Due to prior passive against Doomsday, Ian had upgraded his percentage noble damage reduction skill after returning home.
He believed one day he could stand still.
Unfazed, taking all attacks.
“Your body… what’s the deal?!” Carnage felt its tentacle attacks on Ian met an invisible energy weakening them to feeble.
The cosmic noble symbiote clearly lacked the nobility of percentage damage reduction skills.
It hit its knowledge blind spot.
“Tell me what ‘regain power’ means?”
Ian’s five fingers clamped like steel pliers into Carnage’s scarlet gelatinous body, lifting the two-meter symbiote monster off the ground. Carnage’s mucus writhed frantically on Ian’s arm.
Yet utterly powerless.
Carnage’s face twisted into a ferocious expression.
“I’d die before betraying my god! I’m not like my rebellious father!”
Its voice scraped like knives on glass.
Utterly firm.
It seemed still under Dark God Nar’s mind control, with absolute loyalty.
“Fine, then die.” Ian sensed this, no more words; he raised his eyes, pupils glowing dazzling gold, as if suns burned within.
Gold light burst from the iris depths.
Carnage’s roar reached its throat when the solar beam surged out.
“Feel the sun’s light and heat.”
This light sacred and fierce, yet precise as a scalpel. Carnage’s body vaporized in absolute heat, but its human host covering wasn’t even singed. Carnage’s mucus screeched like tearing cloth upon separation, faint neural connections snapping at microscopic levels.
“Aaaah! Asgardian! You’ll regret this!!” Though Carnage’s main body evaporated, splashed mucus still wriggled.
These remnants suddenly screamed in unison.
“Lord Nar will revive me! We are eternal—”
Unfinished.
Thor plopped his butt on the largest mucus puddle, slamming his hammer down: “Shut up, red jelly!” Raging lightning poured from the hammer into the mucus.
Electrotherapy very effective.
Extremely effective.
The Carnage remnant convulsed madly.
About to fully melt.
“Turns out you’re not as tough as I thought.” Surprised the opponent wasn’t as strong as imagined—he perhaps always thought his own strength relatively weak.
So his displayed combat power was truly worrying.
Arrogant Thunder God.
Now seeming overly self-deprecating.
“How!”
The mucus issued its final wail.
“How are you absorbing my essence!”
Its question aimed at Ian, of course.
Hyperdimensional crystal losing.
Being absorbed by Ian’s system.
【Exotic data parsing complete, added new universal data to your 【Mimic Armor】 This time, the system parsed quickly, just like previously speculated.
With Ian’s enhancement.
The system’s processor seemed upgrading too.
“New exotic data, huh.”
Ian felt the new power flowing in his body.
With a thought.
Countless black and red mucus surged from his pores, weaving like living things over his skin. The mucus gleamed dark red, solidifying into a ferocious-style battle robe.
Scarlet patterns pulsed like veins.
Massive letters on the chest gleamed.
“Oh, no need to beg Father now.” Ian finally found his perfect clothes—Mimic Armor; thrilled, he wanted to test turning his finger-covered part into a blade.
“Rumble~”
Suddenly.
Massive rumble.
Sky darkened.
As if an utterly gray image unfurled in the heavens.
“Odin above…” Thor’s hammer clanged to the ground, “Who is that?”
Everyone looked up.
Only to see.
In the illusory bubble-like image.
In the endless dark void,
A massive figure sat on a bone throne.
His whole body covered in flowing dark armor, head like a jawless skull, hollow eye sockets burning with some flame; countless symbiotes swam around Him like pilgrim fish schools.
“What’s going on?”
Captain America suddenly knelt on one knee.
Blood trickled from his nostrils.
“Damn! That’s another evil god!”
Doctor Strange closed his eyes directly.
Gwen said nothing.
Her spider-sense overloaded, making her convulse like electrocuted.
“A being stronger than my father god.”
Thor stared in disbelief, hands trembling.
Ian narrowed his eyes.
As if gazing at a person sealed in a picture frame.
“Nar… in the picture frame… so, these dimension demon gods and ancient deities haven’t vanished; they’re just sealed in scroll-like places, unable to revive first?”
Ian’s Super Brain let him perceive some info.
His guess seemed to trigger something. The Dark God in the image slowly raised his head; though separated by reality and illusion, that gaze dropped the block’s temperature dozens of degrees.
Nar raised his right hand clad in black armor. This simple motion shook the image violently, like a glitchy TV screen; some trans-reality power gathered.
Next moment.
The person in the story raised a hand to attack outside the story.
Electrolyte imbalance today, got IV fluids at the hospital, revived now; start paying debts tomorrow.
