Chapter 56: A Living Person In The Marvel Universe!
This is Ian’s dreamscape.
Perhaps it is also the universe that Miss Death spoke of as “shattered and annihilated.” No matter why his encounter with the madman cook was different, Ian understood that he was most likely also an object “parasitized” by the Marvel Universe.
Not too unlucky, I suppose.
After all, he ate enough assembled rice in his previous life.
A tiny bit of poison in this life is perfectly reasonable.
“It doesn’t really matter. It may have parasitized me, but I’m also drawing power from it. We’re each getting what we need from this dreamscape.” Ian wasn’t worried at all about turning into a madman like the sewage plant cook, since he couldn’t hear any whispers in his ear, nor was he influenced or bewitched by the obsession of a universe.
In this deathly silent dreamscape.
Ian couldn’t even find a single object for communication.
He even wished for some whispers by his ear to communicate with him. To be honest, as a normal person, who wouldn’t want an invisible friend that others couldn’t see?
How cool is that.
“Unfortunately, I don’t have that luck. My psychological issues are definitely related to being bored here every night. If there was an indescribable existence that could play poker with me every night, I wouldn’t need to see the big chef doctor that Old Man found for me.” Ian looked up at the planet devourer in the clouds for a long time.
The planet devourer was falling very slowly.
Not conforming to the laws of physics at all.
His neck was getting sore and soft, but he still hadn’t waited for it to truly crash toward Earth.
“Wasting my emotions!” Ian wasn’t in a hurry. He thought of the crisp and urgent shouting voice he heard before returning the last time he entered this world. This world might still have living people… well, according to Miss Death, they should probably be called remnants from this universe’s past?
“Miss Death, praise you, are you still there?” Ian tried praying to the goddess whose thigh he had hugged through his own efforts, but he didn’t feel any connection between himself and the goddess. This prayer hadn’t even dialed the wrong “telephone” number to connect to the “Death” goddess on the Marvel side.
Perhaps Marvel’s first bitch is also gone.
Ian was very regretful about this.
He still wanted to one day see the two death goddesses pulling each other’s “hair.”
“No chance now, no chance… But this world definitely still has existences capable of communication, whether they are human or not.” Ian decided to go to the place where Hulk and Homelander’s corpses were before to try his luck again.
“Even if they are remnants from the past, it won’t stop me from asking what exactly happened to this universe—and by the way, invite him to come play a few games of Gwent with me every night.”
“I’ll listen to the remnant’s bewitchment to relieve boredom, and the remnant has to patiently play cards with me. I’ll win two more times.” Ian identified the direction and started sprinting toward the area he had been to twice before.
Very fast.
Far exceeding a normal person.
But due to the ground being too slippery, when he tried to jump over a blocking small car, he still slipped and fell on his butt, though this didn’t affect his forward speed.
“This is way faster than running!”
Ian was someone who knew how to adapt to the terrain. He used his hands as oars and his butt as a boat, skating on the ice surface, even twisting his butt to drift during turns.
It was an empty city with no one around anyway.
No matter how he played, he didn’t have to worry about social death.
In fact, Ian thought this was even quite fun. When Second Brother and Eldest Brother awakened their indestructible steel butts, he planned to invite his family to find a snowy mountain to race on.
Using hands and feet together.
Ian soon slid himself onto the familiar street.
However.
“Where’s my huge Hulk? And my Moon Fang Heaven-Piercer that blasted off Homelander’s big head?” Ian looked at the empty street surface with bewilderment in his eyes.
The huge pit smashed by Hulk was still there, but the corpses were gone, even the bloodstains cleaned up spotless—perhaps taken away by that voice he heard during the last return?
“Could it be… eaten by doomsday survivors?” Ian had seen some doomsday movies before, and just as he was imagining a group of doomsday survivors surrounding Hulk’s corpse for a BBQ.
“Raise your hands and state your identity and origin!”
Suddenly.
A crisp female voice came from behind.
With a bit of vigilance.
Ian quickly got up from the ground, patted the dirty things off his butt, turned to look behind him, and saw a tall girl standing not far away.
The girl’s figure was voluptuous front and back.
Black leather pants outlined her long leg lines, her upper body in a tight tactical vest, holding a cool-looking firearm in her hand, with the muzzle steadily aimed at the boy not far away.
This excited the boy too much.
He saw the firearm in her hand and his eyes lit up immediately.
This was a great opportunity to farm 【student】 profession experience!
“Look! My hand is in my pocket! Can’t you be professional? Don’t you know America’s traditions? At a time like this, you should just empty your magazine into me!”
Ian’s gaze reflected her figure.
The girl had damn turbulent waves.
At least several good pounds of that weight. Ian actually quite appreciated such a figure, but he hoped more that this part of her weight carried full magazines.
“？？？？？”
The girl was obviously stunned after hearing Ian’s words. She thought Ian was provoking her. After snapping back, she frowned and issued a serious warning to Ian.
“I’m not joking with you.”
Saying that.
The girl slightly shifted the muzzle toward the ground beside Ian and pulled the trigger to give him a show of force. However, something unexpected happened right in front of her.
“Whoosh~”
Red light streaked by.
Originally aimed at the empty ground beside Ian.
Who would have thought Ian would lunge toward the red light, hands thrusting forward in the air—this guy was actually trying to catch the “bullet” that wasn’t supposed to hit him!
The girl was greatly shocked by this.
【You attempted to learn catching bullets by hand. Though the practical learning failed, you grasped some death-defying techniques. 【Student】 profession experience points +5】
Ian’s speed was very fast.
But he still couldn’t claim his first success.
Caught nothing.
Ian was very embarrassed.
He pinched his hand that failed to grab the bullet.
“Uh, I’m just a bit rusty. I used to be great at catching bullets barehanded.” Ian loved to tell little lies. He felt it was the shiny forehead of the planet devourer in the sky that affected his performance.
Otherwise.
With eight times normal physical quality, how could he fail to catch a single bullet?
That’s not scientific!
“Please wait for me a moment, thanks.” Ian made a pause gesture to the bewildered girl. Then he turned and rushed toward a frozen sedan by the roadside.
Pure violence.
The simplest way to open a door.
“Clang!”
“Not this one…”
“Crack!”
“Not this either…”
Finally.
After checking several scrapped cars in a row, Ian found what he wanted—a pair of sunglasses.
“Give me another chance?”
Ian adjusted his state, trying to sync with the protagonist of The Matrix.
“…”
The girl watching Ian’s series of operations had a weird look in her eyes.
“This is a laser gun… it doesn’t shoot bullets.” She spoke faintly, also making Ian understand why he couldn’t catch the bullet, and why the experience gained was more than before.
Turns out the difficulty was increased.
Now that’s scientific.
Of course.
The suddenly enlightened Ian still wouldn’t give up.
“I don’t believe it. Unless you shoot me once more, so I can’t talk big anymore.” Ian was very covetous of all the lasers in her magazine. He decided to use the most classic reverse psychology.
But.
His taunt didn’t succeed.
The girl looked at him.
Rolled her eyes.
Then.
She took out a walkie-talkie.
“Betty, this is Gwen… I’ve caught that teleporting person, but his thinking seems off. I need a doctor to come assist me in evaluating him.”
“Check if he’s turned into a madman like those superheroes before.”
The girl was calling her accomplice.
Ian was very surprised by the name she mentioned when identifying herself.
But.
He cared more about the girl’s misunderstanding of him.
“I’m not a madman, and I don’t need a new psychiatrist.” Ian knew his psychiatrist was a real madman, but he still felt he shouldn’t disdain Dr. Hannibal.
After all.
The meds at Dr. Hannibal’s place really pack a punch.
