Chapter 151: Tony’s Daughter! Ian Returns!
The hall scene built from a lot of second-hand medical equipment was quite frightening.
It had quite the style of a super insane asylum.
Especially with Ian wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a white coat, after snatching Mjolnir from Thor’s hand, his eager smile as he rubbed his fists together really gave off the vibe of a psychiatrist.
There might need to be a reasonable way to break the sentence here.
“I’ve watched a lot of movies and television related to doctors, like《Grey’s Anatomy》《House M.D.》《Nurse Jackie》and everyone’s favorite《Night Shift》.” Ian knew the first step in diagnosis was to test the patient’s knee-jerk reflex, so he grabbed Mjolnir and gently tapped Thor’s knee.
It didn’t take much force.
But Thor’s knee still got hit, and he immediately performed a one-knee kneel.
“Round-faced mortal! How dare you smash my knee with Mjolnir?!” Thor clutched his knee, grimacing in pain. His condition had improved just a tiny bit. Though he wasn’t fully awake yet, he wasn’t talking to the room pillar anymore; instead, he turned to question the wall clock on it.
So.
Ian tapped Thor’s other knee again.
This time.
Thor directly dropped to both knees, his cloudy eyes gaining a bit of clarity. Seeing this, Ian almost wanted to knight himself as the Marvel divine doctor on the spot.
“…”
Gwen rejected Ian’s look hinting at her to play the straight man.
Dr. Helen Zhao didn’t respond to Master Ian’s expectations either; instead, she covered her forehead. “I really can’t believe it—as the star of the future in my teacher and classmates’ eyes, I’m actually watching this kind of thing in this place right now… Damn it, you ignorant evil god over there, you need to get your patient to sit in a chair where his legs can rest steadily.”
As an expert in the frontier field of biological science, Dr. Helen Zhao naturally had some medical knowledge.
“Oh oh, got it.” Ian immediately nodded vigorously like pounding garlic, without refuting. He knew he was still practicing medicine without a license, so he needed to show his good quality of being diligent and eager to learn.
“Come on, come on, let’s switch to professional equipment!”
He enthusiastically supported Thor, half-dragging and half-pulling him onto that multi-functional hospital bed. The belt automatically buckled his wrists, and the shackles “clicked” shut around his ankles.
Some enviably heart-pounding music automatically started playing.
“Damn it! Didn’t I tell the seller to change the music to【Dr. Hannibal’s playlist】? I even listed the music I needed, but those Indians who take money and do nothing are just unreliable!”
Ian hurriedly unplugged the bed’s built-in speaker. He glanced back at Gwen and Dr. Helen Zhao with their odd expressions and directly came out with a self-incriminating cover-up.
“Don’t misunderstand, this really isn’t a bed from a sex toy second-hand store… It’s brand new, and it’s been upgraded with a lot of real medical equipment, so that’s why it’s so expensive.”
Ian seriously began explaining.
“But we didn’t even ask you. The one who should question if you took kickbacks is Tony, right?” Gwen rubbed her temples and responded helplessly.
“I can read your eyes.” As Ian finished speaking, he saw Gwen pull two pairs of sunglasses from the nearby drawer, put one on herself, and hand the other to Dr. Helen Zhao.
“Are you questioning my super vision?”
Ian suspiciously looked at Gwen.
“No, we hope you pretend not to see our eyes.”
Gwen answered effortlessly.
“Makes sense.”
Ian felt Gwen had gotten much smarter; he nodded approvingly, then looked back at Thor on the bed, who was struggling nonstop and looked like he was about to wreck the entire bed.
“If you keep struggling, I’ll tell everyone about you getting beaten by the big octopus in the back kitchen.” Ian’s threat was very effective; Thor instantly froze stiff on the bed.
“I feel cured! You don’t need to keep testing my knees!” Thor was fully awake now; his eyes could finally see the right Ian in the right place.
However.
Being a doctor for the first time and a bit excited, Ian turned a deaf ear. He pulled out paper and pen from his white coat pocket, sat down by the bed mimicking Dr. Hannibal.
“I don’t believe it unless you prove you’re really cured.” Ian still loved pretending; his pen scribbled on the notebook but didn’t record any useful information.
Mainly because Dr. Hannibal had never shown him his medical records notebook.
“How do I prove it?”
Thor was a bit dumbfounded.
“Very simple.”
Ian pointed to the fifty batteries in the corner. “Do you think our idea of partnering to open a power company and making those outdated power companies owe us a huge electricity bill is brilliant enough?”
His words made Thor, who was already dumbfounded, nearly pop his eyeballs. No, he was Thor, not an electricity god or a rat that could work at a power station!
He was ranting madly in his mind.
However, watching Ian’s increasingly suspicious and eager look, Thor subconsciously shivered and chose survival over sincerity or lying.
“This idea… great, no need for more words.” Thor swallowed, looking nervously at Ian. His praise made Ian’s facial expression change obviously.
“Cured! Discharge! I really am a divine doctor!”
Ian happily helped Thor undo the restraints and, while supporting the Asgard crown prince, thoughtfully brushed the mud, bricks, and debris off him.
At the same time.
He also put away the chainsaw, bone drill, skull clamp, amputation knife, bone chisel, and other standard medical tools, personally handing Thor’s meow-meow hammer back to him.
The moment this traitor hammer touched its master’s skin, tiny currents crackled between them, as if complaining about the humiliation of being used to smash a knee earlier.
“Sigh, why do I have to go through all this?” Thor looked at the hammer in his hand, his mood complex. He couldn’t imagine why Ian was qualified to lift his hammer. Wasn’t the way to test hammer-wielding qualification about whether one was fit to be king of Asgard?
At this moment.
Thor couldn’t figure out this philosophical question either.
Ian’s chatter kept ringing in his ears.
“Think about it, lightning power isn’t just for fighting monsters and showing off.”
“I provide the ideas, you provide the lightning, we split 50-50. I’ve even thought of the name: ‘Thunder Power · Kent Group’, focusing on clean energy, green energy, future energy!”
“I’ll step up my persuasion skills later, super evolve them, and try to expand the company to my world. Then my factory’s electricity will be guaranteed.”
“Won’t be choked by Wayne Enterprises jealous of my cheap labor anymore.” Ian’s grand blueprint was indeed grand enough—he even wanted to transmit power across universes to the DC universe.
“We can start by developing home lightning charging stations. I’ve got the ad slogan: Thor-brand electricity is more life-extending than collecting Odin’s beard to put under your pillow.” Ian had somehow pulled out his homemade PPT projecting on the wall. Perhaps the world always needed a capitalist with enough ambition.
Ever since his intelligence doubled.
Ian’s thinking speed had indeed become much more flexible. As for why intelligence didn’t increase wisdom, Ian had figured it out: his wisdom had maxed out at birth.
Maxed out, can’t add more!
“What??? You even want to scam rural old men with my father god’s beard?????” Thor was shocked, looking at Ian with horror-filled eyes.
“If it really works, it’s not a scam.” Ian seriously emphasized that he was a conscientious capitalist who would never do false advertising in product design.
“…”
Thor seemed to already see the tragic life his poor father might face after being targeted by the evil god. He really couldn’t understand why Ian had so many crooked “ghost” ideas today.
“If I agree to your power company, will you let my father god go?” Thor looked pitifully at Lord Evil God, making even Lord Evil God feel like he had become the big villain.
This big filial son’s heart was actually full of filial piety.
“That project was just me talking off the cuff. Don’t worry, I’m not greedy for money. If your dad doesn’t agree, I definitely won’t force a god.”
Ian was moved by the other.
He made a concession.
But Thor didn’t dare imagine what would happen if Ian didn’t concede. Due to the “Thor falling” incident, he was still a bit dazed.
“Why did you move these batteries in front of me?” Thor looked at the busy Ian, having a bad premonition. Sure enough, Lord Evil God spoke again.
“Believe in your potential, dear God of Thunder. Start by charging these little guys. Once you’re proficient, we’ll have New Teacher Tony tell Congress he discovered the perpetual motion machine.” Ian explained his plan while placing the fifty industrial batteries in front of Thor.
They surrounded Thor like metal beasts waiting to be fed.
“I believe you’ll be my most outstanding follower.” All sorts of PUA words came out of Ian’s mouth, making Thor feel like his brain wasn’t enough again.
“This might be what they call brainwashing.” Dr. Helen Zhao’s eyes were complex as she quietly tugged Gwen’s sleeve: “Is he really a proper evil god?”
“The kind who knows Lucifer? Sigh, I’m a scientist—why am I discussing such feudal superstition here?” Dr. Helen Zhao still couldn’t fully digest the truth for the moment.
Gwen watched Ian painting a big pie for Thor, promising to admit in front of Hela that Thor was her favorite follower. Her mouth twitched uncontrollably.
“Ian Kent’s lies could fill the Mariana Trench, but the self-flattery part—” She made a scale-tipping hand gesture, her tone complex.
“That part is often surprisingly real. Yes, when it comes to self-flattery, he’s always factual.” Gwen responded with a sigh.
“You seem to know him well?”
Dr. Helen Zhao keenly caught the info in Gwen’s words.
Gwen didn’t answer immediately but looked at Ian, who was guiding Thor on how to properly be a “human charging station.” Her gaze held an indescribable emotion.
“We used to be close.”
She finally said so.
“Did you know each other as kids? I mean, did you know him when you were little?” Dr. Helen Zhao asked in surprise; she didn’t think Ian’s age matched his appearance.
If evil gods really existed in this world, Ian might be thousands or tens of thousands years old—Dr. Helen Zhao, lacking imagination outside science, hadn’t dealt with such things.
Hearing this.
Gwen shook her head, her voice lowering a bit.
“Even before that.”
Gwen’s eyes and tone both carried complexity.
The air went quiet in an instant.
“Alright, looks like in this evil god church, you weirdos all have your own secrets.” Dr. Helen Zhao was a very, very smart female scientist.
She realized some topics shouldn’t be pursued. It was like working for big tycoons—knowing what you shouldn’t could mean dying someday. Some truths were like Pandora’s box; opening it meant no return to normal life, unable to leave even if you wanted.
“In this world, who doesn’t have secrets?”
Gwen smiled lightly.
Dr. Helen Zhao was noncommittal.
“Can I draw a bit of your blood for research? I want to see your current gene structure.” After a moment of silence, she asked her curiosity by changing the subject.
Gwen’s smile faded a bit.
She looked down at her arm, hesitating for an instant.
“Will you run away the next day after knowing the truth?” Gwen half-jokingly asked, looking at Dr. Helen Zhao suspiciously.
Dr. Helen Zhao shrugged.
“If Tony gives me extra mental comfort pay, I won’t run for now. I’m very interested in you people anyway. And leaving this place, I won’t find a better research project.” Her tone sounded sincere, even a bit helpless, but this frankness made Gwen lower her guard.
She slowly extended her arm, revealing her fair wrist:
“Then draw it.”
Dr. Helen Zhao nodded, took out the blood draw needle, and moved skillfully yet gently.
The instant the needle pierced the vein, Gwen closed her eyes.
She remembered many things—memories she thought she’d forgotten, battles, losses in another era, and rebirth in the apocalyptic era after death.
“Ian Kent… Why do I always feel that before first meeting him in the apocalyptic period, I already had a very familiar feeling with his name.”
This was something Gwen still couldn’t figure out even after fusing the memory fragments—after all, they were just fragments. At this moment, Dr. Helen Zhao, who had carefully sealed her blood, looked at Ian.
Her eyes flashed with a scientist’s greed.
“Can I have some of your blood too?” Dr. Helen Zhao stayed cautious and polite, approaching Ian to make the request, though she didn’t know the right way to ask for Ian’s blood.
So.
“Researching an evil god’s blood isn’t what smart people do.” Ian pocketed his hands, tilted his head at her, showing his sufficiently serious face when not flattered.
“Why?”
Dr. Helen Zhao asked in astonishment.
“Because my blood is full of ‘anti-vitamins’; it’ll only lead your bio research astray. If you were a movie character, you might trigger an apocalyptic frenzy because of it.”
Ian wasn’t exaggerating.
His blood could even poison Cthulhu evil gods.
This showed.
Just how potent the poison was. But Dr. Helen Zhao, who didn’t know much about Master Ian, didn’t believe it and just thought he had some taboos.
“Alright, forget it. I was just curious about an evil god’s gene structure.” Dr. Helen Zhao wasn’t a mad scientist; she wasn’t too obsessed with unobtainable research.
“Having curiosity is good. I suggest you research those mutants in the dungeon; they’re perfect for satisfying your curiosity—I really hope you make some tasty enhancement potion soon.”
Ian’s tone was full of longing and yearning.
“Ah? Tasty enhancement potion? Can those two words go together?”
Dr. Helen Zhao was stunned.
Completely not getting why the other suddenly looked so expectant. She stared at Ian’s face for a few seconds, trying to spot any joking traces.
However.
Ian was genuinely expectant.
“Cheer up!”
He even encouraged Dr. Helen Zhao.
“I’ll go check those mutants.” Dr. Helen Zhao gave Ian a weird look but finally nodded in compromise. With her request failed, she could only take Gwen’s blood and head back to the tunnel.
Gwen watched the scientist leave.
Turned to look at Ian.
“You caught a bunch more mutants?”
Her tone held some surprise; she didn’t know what happened during her coma. The girl’s memory was still from the first few days when mutants were scarce.
“Yes, to save you, and for myself.” Ian only claimed the merits he deserved. Bringing mutants back to the Justice League at great effort wasn’t due to any no-kill principle.
It was because he hoped Dr. Helen Zhao’s research team could develop enhancement potions useful for his upgrades. In the end, Ian was doing refined self-interest.
As for the no-kill principle, it might only apply to normal people, or ordinary people, or even just the DC universe. At least until Ian built a prison in hell.
That bottom line could actually be very, very flexible.
“I remember you do like drinking all sorts of messy stuff. Could it be…” Gwen wanted to ask more, but the room’s holographic projection suddenly flickered.
New Teacher Tony had finished his campaign activities and returned to New Justice League. Dressed in suit and leather shoes, he scanned around, his gaze finally landing on Gwen.
“Gwen, congrats on waking up.”
He nodded slightly.
After Gwen responded, this highly anthropomorphic AI also looked at Thor, who was squatting on the ground studying how to charge the batteries.
“Thor, what are you doing?”
His tone carried astonishment that his data couldn’t compute Thor’s behavior logic. Thor didn’t look up, focusing intently on trying with the batteries in front of him.
“The evil god next to me told me this is training. When I can charge a button battery, I’ll become a truly invincible Thor.”
He had clearly been successfully brainwashed, believing Ian’s PUA. Of course, this might not be deception, just a deliciously hard-to-achieve big pie.
New Teacher Tony fell silent for two seconds upon hearing this.
“Have you found your dad? What about Stephen Strange?” His tone grew weirder; the info deductions all said Thor shouldn’t be this calm.
Facts proved New Teacher Tony’s deductions weren’t wrong.
Just missing some special influence info.
Sure enough.
Thor’s hands suddenly froze upon hearing this.
“Oh! My god! How could I forget why I returned to Earth! Damn it! It’s all that spaceship’s fault!” He jumped up, face full of annoyance.
The battery clanged to the floor.
“A speeding spaceship crashed into me and messed up my memory! I came for help! Doctor Strange is in trouble too!” He finally explained why he was so disheveled.
“Right, I came to you for help.” Thor slapped his forehead, instantly anxious. His mood shift was so abrupt that New Teacher Tony fell silent for a while.
“…”
He felt he might have overestimated Thor’s brain.
“Only now remembering to get to the point—you really look mentally ill.” Gwen couldn’t help but facepalm, sighing, agreeing with Ian’s earlier judgment for the second time.
“I was hit by a spaceship! Haven’t you watched Korean dramas? Getting hit causes amnesia!” Thor tried using knowledge learned as an Earth cook for sophistry.
“Makes sense.”
Ian praised first.
“Was that spaceship cool?”
Then he asked what he cared about most.
Full of excitement.
After all, few little boys can resist spaceships, just like few priests can resist little boys—this is an eternal truth of the universe.
“Maybe you should care about Doctor Strange.”
Gwen reminded speechlessly.
But Ian calmly waved: “Don’t forget I’m Lord Evil God. I can sense that Odin, who betrayed me, and Doctor Strange are both doing fine.”
His words made Thor’s eyelids twitch.
The word “betrayed” terrified this Asgard god chef.
Of course.
Now wasn’t the time to discuss that.
“But my father god and Strange both vanished, along with the frost giants’ homeland!” Thor, no longer dazed, spoke tensely.
“We’re all smart, but you need to explain the whole story clearly.” This was New Teacher Tony’s reminder; no matter how strong his computing power, he needed basic background info.
Thor took a deep breath.
And began recounting.
“Strange and I went looking for my father god. But when we reached Jotunheim, where great Odin and his guards vanished, we found no clues.”
“It was all void, like after a big battle—no dust, just a black hole.” He clenched his fist, voice low.
“Strange thought he could parse the black hole’s mystery, but as soon as he got close, he was sucked in, without even time to call for help.”
Thor made a “whoosh” gesture.
To show how fast it happened.
“Then you ran?”
Gwen curiously raised a brow.
“What else could I do? Get sucked in with Strange? I know myself much better than he does!” Thor made a matter-of-fact face.
“Ever think your old man got sucked in too?” Ian’s question made Thor’s face stiffen again; his reaction said it all.
“So that’s it.”
Thor was both worried and suddenly realized.
“…”
“…”
“…”
Not just Ian was speechless; even New Teacher Tony the AI felt at a loss.
“It must be all that stuff you stuffed in my brain taking up too much capacity.” Thor, seeing this, felt a bit ashamed and quickly shifted blame, trying to make Ian responsible for his slow realization.
“The movies and TV series I put in aren’t even one percent used. If I don’t use them, you might never use them your whole life!” Ian, who hated taking blame but loved others taking it for him, was speechless at Thor’s slander and factually refuted.
“Then I must’ve been knocked dumb by that damn spaceship.” Thor, seeing blame-shift fail, immediately started round two of defense.
“You mean a spaceship crashed into you, sending you through nine star systems to crash on Earth?” Ian didn’t buy Thor’s nonsense.
But that didn’t stop Thor from being stubborn.
“Yes, exactly. You haven’t been hit by a spaceship, so you don’t know how powerful they are.” Thor insisted it wasn’t his fault.
“I’ve never seen someone as shameless as me! As expected! You have the talent to be my top fanatic!” Ian couldn’t help giving Thor a thumbs up.
“Can you two stop being stubborn? Aren’t we here to save people?” Gwen rubbed her temples, trying to keep up with this group’s pace.
“What’s really in that black hole?”
She looked at Ian.
Trying to get a useful answer from the dimensional evil god.
“Don’t know, maybe links to the happy planet?” Ian told the truth; he didn’t like mystifying, and occasionally generously admitted what he didn’t know.
“Happy planet?!”
Thor slapped his thigh, suddenly realizing, “No wonder my invincible father god hasn’t come out! He must be so happy inside he doesn’t want to!”
As a son who always worshipped his father.
He clearly didn’t want to accept his father being trapped.
“…”
Gwen couldn’t understand such conflicting emotions. She took a deep breath, patted her forehead. “Thor, can’t you tell he’s just talking nonsense?”
Hearing this.
Thor froze in place.
His expression shifting from excitement to confusion.
“Ian’s guess might not be without reason.” New Teacher Tony suddenly spoke, as if he’d just used his computing power for some calculation.
Gwen whipped her head around, eyes weird.
“Have you been corrupted by the evil god too?”
The maiden glanced at Ian beside her again.
On this, New Teacher Tony made no comment, just chuckled lightly. His projected finger swiped in the air, pulling up holographic data: “Ever since Ian mentioned dimensional demon gods and universes beyond our universe, Strange has been trying soul dimensional travel.”
His voice carried seriousness.
Interest flashed in Ian’s eyes.
“What anomaly?”
The Sorcerer Supreme was indeed on the right path.
This encouraged Ian.
He’d eventually unlock the mage class from the Sorcerer Supreme.
“Some anomalies we hadn’t noticed before.” New Teacher Tony answered, pausing before continuing: “Since you said there’s no multiverse now, Strange didn’t find other universes, but discovered another very eerie phenomenon.”
“In our universe, there are many ‘rifts’ floating outside reality.” New Teacher Tony pulled up data streams, organizing info while explaining.
Ian couldn’t understand the data of course.
But he understood human speech.
“Reality rifts? Like the place Dark God Nar stays?” Ian rubbed his chin, recalling his fight with little Carnage.
He’d almost been fed by Dark God Nar, but the guy was too stingy, only feeding him a tiny bit of pure energy before tucking tail and fleeing like a coward.
“Perhaps similar.” New Teacher Tony wasn’t sure either, but his projection floated to the room center, remotely activating a robot covered in magic runes to start a hidden magic array.
Runes on the floor lit up one by one.
A low hum rose, air distorting as blue energy lines wove complex geometries. Illusory images gradually appeared in the air.
Like a water-soaked painting, blurry but vaguely outlining shapes.
“This is the nearest ‘reality rift’ to us. It’s special, within our universe structure but undetectable by normal means.”
New Teacher Tony’s voice lowered.
“How special?”
Ian’s curiosity was successfully hooked.
“You’ll know when you see.”
New Teacher Tony didn’t rush to answer but looked at the rising magic array. The space in the projection kept shifting, lines slowly outlining clear images in the air.
In the magic array’s illusory projection, light gradually condensed, outlining a childish yet tech-filled bedroom. Pink walls stuck with Iron Man graffiti, corner piled with mechanical parts and half-finished armor models.
“Saturday, I’m awake!”
A little girl of about seven or eight jumped from the oversized round bed, bare feet on the soft carpet. She had fluffy brown curls, sleepy-eyed but full of energy.
“Good morning, Miss Morgan.” A gentle electronic female voice rang in the room. “Outdoor temp 23 degrees today, zombie activity medium. MK-42 miniature armor and ‘Little Pepper’ batmobile prepared for you.”
Morgan excitedly raised her little fist.
“Today I’ll take down more zombies! Maybe break the record!”
She was full of confidence.
Ten minutes later, golden-red streak flashed over New York ruins.
“Boosters full throttle!” Morgan sat in the two-meter-tall miniature armor, small hands deftly on the controls. Blue flames burst from back vents, instantly breaking sound barrier; street glass storefronts below shattered.
Packs of zombies lifted rotten faces, not reacting before micro-missiles from above blew them to bits.
“Left 30 degrees, saturation strike!”
Armor shoulder plates slid open, revealing honeycomb micro-missile bays.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!
Dozens of palm-sized missiles trailed flames pouring out, exploding fireballs in a chain on the street. Burning corpse chunks rained down.
Morgan’s eyes were resolute in the cockpit.
“Kill all zombies, and daddy mommy will come back!”
Armor sudden sharp turn.
Mechanical arm popped high-frequency cutting blade, slicing incoming mutant giant corpse in half. Stinking guts splashed on bulletproof glass, instantly cleaned by auto system.
“Zone B residue below 5% detected.” Saturday reported. “Suggest switching to ground mode.”
“Yay! Batmobile time!”
Miniature armor landed in Times Square center.
With mechanical transformation sounds, it reconfigured into a pink armored car with Gatling gun. Morgan floored it, tires crushing broken zombie skulls.
Car speakers played《Frozen》 theme song.
“Let it go~Let it go~”
Gatling spun up, next second metal storm swept Broadway street. Shells cascaded like golden waterfall; zombie horde fell like harvested Maizi. A little zombie in ragged Star Wars T-shirt tried climbing the roof; Morgan hit the red button—
Bang!
Electromagnetic net popped from roof, zapping it to charcoal.
“Perfect ten!”
She made a V-sign to the rearview mirror.
At dusk, Morgan piloted the armor back to the safehouse on Stark Tower’s top. She removed helmet, small face flushed, bangs stuck by sweat.
“Took out 322317 today!”
She flopped into the soft sofa, hugging Iron Man doll. “Saturday, once I clear all world’s zombies, daddy mommy will come back, right?”
“Of course, Miss Morgan.”
The AI voice was gentle and firm.
“Mr. Stark’s protocol is very clear.”
Hearing this, Morgan’s eyes lit up. She kicked off shoes, curled on sofa counting fingers: “367 days without seeing them… Daddy promised Disney, mommy said she’d teach me apple pie…”
Holographic fireplace auto-lit, dining table rose with steaming cream mushroom soup and cheeseburger. Morgan wolfed down the super feast.
But.
In the slightly cold restaurant.
She suddenly looked up.
“Saturday, how many zombies left now?”
The girl asked.
“Latest scan: just a few.”
The AI answered.
“You’ll see them soon.”
Its voice soothed; the girl’s eyes full of expectation. She turned on the television, watching videos her daddy recorded.
On a holographic projector.
She hit play.
Tony Stark’s figure appeared in the air—casual T-shirt, sunny villa garden background, totally different from this zombie-infested world.
“Hey, little pepper number two.” Projected Tony squatted, eye-level with lens, that familiar roguish smile. “If you’re seeing this, daddy’s late again—sorry, you know, saving the world always picks the worst timing.”
Morgan reached out, fingertips passing through the hologram, no warmth.
Tony’s projection continued casually, eyes heart-wrenchingly gentle: “But don’t worry, daddy left gifts—Saturday will care for you, armor and batmobile set to ‘Morgan exclusive mode’. Don’t push boosters over third gear; last time you scared it near crash…”
Tony Stark’s eyebrow raise was flirty.
But infinitely warm in Morgan’s eyes.
“Mommy and I are just temporarily held up.” Projected Tony leaned close, whispering, “So help out—clear those ‘dirty things’ outside. When progress hits 100%, we can…” Image stuttered, Tony’s mouth stopped on “home.”
But audio turned electromagnetic noise.
He ultimately didn’t dare make that promise. Outside window, laser-charred zombie corpses faded transparent. Three blocks away at Times Square, new corpse hordes spawned like 3D printer output. They twisted up, varying decay, uniformly turning toward Stark Tower.
Seemingly endless. Far horizon, where Avengers base should be, was just a twisting, flickering black mosaic zone.
Before the magic array.
Watching all this.
Gwen’s eyes widened.
“Those zombies… respawning?! That’s not the real world!” She whipped toward New Teacher Tony, but he made no comment.
“Who is that?”
Thor asked confusedly.
“Morgan Stark… Tony’s daughter.” Ian’s eyes flickered too. “Looks like he wove an absolutely safe but deceptive paradise for his daughter.”
At this moment.
Ian didn’t know how to evaluate Tony Stark’s “personal goods” behavior. It was quite moving; some superheroes didn’t forget being fathers.
“Teacher Tony’s operations are always so unexpected.” Ian watched the little girl in the scene and roughly understood Odin and Doctor Strange might be trapped similarly.
In a reality rift.
“I think I get it. Dimensional rifts… We can definitely go retrieve Odin and Doctor Strange, but sadly my time in the Marvel Universe is almost up.” Ian clearly remembered how long he could stay.
He checked the time on his hand and sighed.
“So what do we do next?”
Thor anxiously looked at Ian.
“Rely on yourselves, or wait for me to come back.”
As he finished.
Ian vanished from the Marvel Universe.
