Chapter 79: Bigger Than Assembled Rice?
Obviously.
Ian didn’t come to the wrong place.
He was just obviously a little late.
The battle had already ended.
“That’s normal. After all, I’m a DC person, and in our world, even the fastest man is late every day.” Ian’s gaze turned to the frozen square, where there were soldiers’ corpses scattered everywhere. In the midst of this mess, Gwen Stacy was leaning against a broken wall.
She was still wearing that battle suit, but the battle suit had been torn open with a huge gash, and her internal organs were spilling out from her abdominal cavity, dragging a shocking trail on the snow.
“Hi! Gwen! Good evening!” Ian enthusiastically waved at Gwen. After all, among the soldiers’ remains all over the ground, she was the only one he knew who was still breathing.
“It’s morning now…”
Gwen had also spotted Ian at this point. She was utterly speechless about this man who always appeared and disappeared mysteriously. Even in her dying state, she couldn’t forget to correct Ian.
“For my biological clock, it’s evening now.” Ian didn’t care about her attitude. He looked at the blood-soaked ground around him and was somewhat astonished that he seemed quite adaptable.
“What happened here?”
Ian picked up a relatively clean gun and poked at Gwen, who was leaning against the fountain wall. Since Gwen had closed her eyes, he suspected this girl might kick the bucket at any moment.
Of course.
Like the soldiers around her, Ian knew Gwen could actually “revive.”
“Don’t poke my mouth!”
The dying Gwen didn’t know where she got the strength from, but she suddenly raised her hand and grabbed the gun barrel Ian was poking with. Then, with a weak voice after her “last gasp,” she pleaded with Ian for help.
“Kill me.”
Yes.
This was her plea for help.
Due to her special physical quality, she couldn’t die for a long time, and her abundant vitality had become a problem instead. Ian raised an eyebrow, but before he could speak, the demon at his waist beat him to it.
“He doesn’t like killing. He promised his strict father.” The demon head at his waist clearly wanted to please Ian, cooperating with this dimension demon god disguised as a human child.
However.
“Shut up!”
Ian gave the demon head a big slap.
“That said, a father’s words don’t always have to be followed. Just like how my father told me to be loyal to Sangong Mo, but look at my current situation.”
The demon quickly changed its tune.
It really couldn’t figure out Ian’s thoughts.
“Demon…”
Gwen looked at the talking head at Ian’s waist—it was another untainted supernatural being. A complex mix of emotions flashed in her eyes.
She looked up at Ian again, her gaze filled with confusion.
“How? Everyone… demons… should no longer exist.” Her chest heaved continuously, looking like she was about to stop breathing at any moment, but she just couldn’t take that last breath.
“Help me!”
She pleaded again.
“Do you have to die to revive? Can’t ten, no, a hundred thousand of you appear at the same time?” Ian had pretty much figured out why she was so eager to die.
If so many Gwens could really appear, a bold idea was forming in his mind.
“We’re not clones.”
Seeing that Ian wasn’t acting, Gwen could only sigh and explain, “You really know nothing. This is too abnormal. What Tony recorded wasn’t our data and memory.”
“You’re underestimating him too much, underestimating our final savior—he carries the souls of every person in the universe, not those vague biological information.” Gwen’s hand gripping the gun barrel drooped down again, her pale lips barely moving, her voice as light as a snowflake landing.
“It can be done like that? Isn’t this the Absolute Ability User plan for Gwen sister?”
Ian was utterly astonished.
“It can be done like that? What is the Absolute Ability User plan for Gwen sister?”
The demon head acted as an imperfect repeater.
It wasn’t on purpose.
The information it heard exceeded its cognitive scope.
“I don’t understand what you’re saying. Now, can you kill me? You can ask Tony himself later about the details. His information processing ability will surely keep up with your thinking.” Gwen’s voice was pleading, making Ian, who still wanted to ask what happened, feel a bit embarrassed.
“No problem. I’ve seen the purple killer movie. I’m very good at killing.” Giving a solemn assurance, Ian immediately stepped forward a few steps, squatted down, and first tried to cover Gwen’s nose and mouth with one hand.
However.
After realizing his hand wasn’t big enough, under Gwen’s bewildered gaze, he tossed aside the laser gun in his hand and used both hands to carry out a “murder” on Gwen that even Conan would shake his head at.
“Don’t resist. Actually, resisting won’t help. I’m definitely stronger than you now. If you don’t believe me, we can compare later.” Ian pinched Gwen’s nose with one hand and covered her slightly open mouth with the other. This killing technique not only stunned Gwen but also left the Minotaur Demon utterly confused.
“You should twist her neck.”
The demon couldn’t hold back in the end and gave its sincere suggestion.
“I know! But that would make blood spray from her mouth and nose! Do you know how expensive these clothes are?” Ian still remembered how hard it was to wash the blood-stained clothes from before.
“…”
“…”
The demon and the nose-and-mouth-covered Gwen were both speechless at the same time.
The girl widened her eyes.
She couldn’t speak.
She could only dip her hand in some blood from the ground and start writing on the snow next to her, “I want to die faster… Also, you’re stepping on my colon!!!”
Her handwriting was messy.
She used three exclamation marks at the end to express her current mood. Ian looked down and sure enough saw he was standing on Gwen’s exposed intestines.
“A woman’s mouth is deceitful like a ghost. This is clearly the appendix.” Ian stepped back a few steps and let go of his hand accordingly, allowing the half-suffocated Gwen to resume breathing.
“?!?!”
Gwen was at a loss for words to curse. She hated that she had too few reserves in this area. She gritted her teeth and slowly reached toward her abdominal cavity with trembling fingers.
Rather than letting this hateful boy help, Gwen felt it would be more straightforward to end it herself. But at that moment, she seemed to suddenly see something and stopped her self-ending.
“In the sky! Experiment!”
Gwen’s weak voice carried tension.
“Experiment?”
Ian looked up but saw nothing.
At this moment, the demon at his waist suddenly spoke again, “She’s talking about that one, right? It looks really beautiful. Oh, this wonderful dimension can actually nurture such aesthetically pleasing life!”
Its tone was admiring.
Ian turned to look at the sky.
The next moment.
“Oh, my father above… What the hell is this thing?” Ian’s head buzzed, and he felt like he’d been struck by lightning, wishing he could gouge out his eyeballs and wash them with disinfectant right then.
“Good, good, good! Can’t eat assembled rice at the end of the world, so they started playing assembled corpse, huh!” Ian realized that the survivors of this world seemed to be engaging in a very innovative game.
There, floating in mid-air was a bizarre figure. Homelander’s signature blue uniform wrapped around a sturdy torso, but that body was connected to Hulk’s thick arms and legs.
Those muscular limbs formed an absurd contrast with the relatively slender torso.
Snowflakes fell.
Quickly melting.
The “assembled corpse” eyes glowed red as it stared at Ian.
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