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It cracked.
The crack is located at the buttocks.
"..."
Gwen couldn't believe what she was seeing. She sat on the ground, too afraid to get up, staring intently ahead, her gaze fixed on Ian.
“That’s none of my business anymore—I’ll buy you a genuine leather one tomorrow, okay? Ian has plenty of money.” Ian cautiously took a half step back to protect his belt.
He seemed afraid that Gwen would snatch the pants away.
at this time.
The tremors continued.
Dust crumbled from the ceiling and fell in a soft patter, like a sudden gray drizzle.
"Is the time up?"
Gwen had no intention of seeking compensation. She looked up and saw the dome slowly unfolding, with the crack directly above her head.
This made her even more afraid to stand up.
It was too late to end my life and get a new body.
"What time has it come?"
Ian's inquiry went unanswered.
“Tony said you would snap your fingers for us.”
Gwen's gaze was fixed on Ian, her voice trembling slightly, as if she were extremely bewildered about what was to come, and her eyes held emotions that Ian had never seen before.
“I told him that I might not be able to transfer my will into the Infinity Stones.” Ian remembered his own situation; he could interact with this world, but it was difficult for this world to interact with him.
No, you can.
The voice that suddenly appeared came from Digital Tony.
"Teacher Tony, where are you?"
Ian turned his head to look.
The alloy walls peeled off like an eggshell.
His answer was a sudden burst of sunlight.
As the blinding sunlight streamed in, Ian discovered that the entire base had appeared on the ground. The researchers, soldiers, and engineers who had worked on Galactus's body were gathered outside.
The corpse of the planet devourer stood in the distance behind them. These people stood densely packed on the street, stretching as far as the eye could see, seemingly without end.
Sunlight filtered through the dilapidated buildings, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Everyone looked at Ian with a gaze he had never felt before, the same look Gwen had given him before.
hope?
expect?
Ian couldn't explain it.
"You don't need to convey your will or the goals you need to achieve; I've already recorded them in this glove... So, all you need to do is activate it."
Digital Tony stood at the very front of everyone.
Floating in mid-air.
He even donned silver armor for himself.
It is merely the shell of data.
However, this might be his way of showing seriousness.
A metal disc rose from the ruins, holding an Infinity Gauntlet inlaid with various gems, each gem shimmering with a mysterious light.
"Then give it a try?"
Ian walked up to the Infinity Gauntlet.
He had, after all, touched the body Tony had provided. One should be honest.
"But don't have too high hopes for me."
Ian's voice was calmer than expected as he reached out and grasped the glove floating on the disc. The moment the metal touched his palm, he felt an unfamiliar and immense power.
It actually works!
The power of the Infinity Stones made Ian feel warm all over!
"Now I'm Thanos."
Ian exclaimed in amazement.
“No, you are our savior.” Digital Tony’s voice was unusually warm, and sunlight pierced through the clouds, paving a golden path beneath Ian’s feet.
"All-powerful strength is in your hands; only you can create something new for us. Furthermore, you can use this to achieve your desires; you will become a new source of power." Digital Tony seemed to be frantically showering emotional value upon me. He even calculated Ian's intentions for entering the Marvel Universe this time.
"Can I use this to become the source of magic?"
Ian was somewhat tempted.
"Greater than that."
Digital Tony responded softly.
“What you’re saying sounds like a seduction.” He glanced around, taking in everyone: Betty and Gwen, as well as Dr. Helen Zhao, the researcher who wouldn’t give him snacks.
The look in these people's eyes.
Ian recognized it because he had seen it before; after some bad things happened, the victims looked at Superman, who arrived just in time, with the same eyes and expressions.
When Superman descends from the sky, his cape billowing in the dust, the trapped, injured, and desperate people look up at that red and blue figure.
His eyes burned with an almost devout hope.
Like parched land yearning for rain, like searching for starlight in the darkness. Ian had never imagined he would step into that trembling, burning, hopeful gaze.
“I’ve never really trusted people’s praise, but today I’ll be your hero.” Ian’s fingers unconsciously traced the metallic surface of the Infinity Gauntlet.
The glimmer of the gemstone flowed between his fingers.
"I choose to trust my own judgment. You are not coveting the remnants of other worlds, but a group of respectable people who yearn for redemption and fought for it until the last moment of the world."
“When I encounter such a resilient group asking me for help, I am willing to give them a chance. Perhaps this is the influence my father had on me—I can’t let him down too much.”
Ian was unusually serious for once, and his tone was very calm.
talking.
He raised his hand, which was adorned with the Infinity Gauntlet.
"please."
Digital Tony also bowed slightly at this moment.
Tens of thousands of people stood amidst the ruins, holding their breath.
"This time, I am the saint of merit."
Feeling everyone's gaze fixed on him, including Gwen who still dared not get up, Ian felt a surge of emotions—complex emotions he had never experienced before.
"The focus of everyone's attention."
"It doesn't seem bad."
He gently rubbed his hands together.
"Remember to build me a golden toilet... never mind, you probably won't remember anyway. Mature little boys know they should steal gold from Stark's house to make their own toilets."
Ian reverted to his original personality.
The words fell.
He decisively pressed his thumb.
Then, a sound like shattering glass immediately rang out, the crisp sound particularly clear in the silence.
"Believe me, you are the final hero, and the Creator is with you at this moment." Digital Tony's sincere prayer echoed in Ian's ears at the end of this world.
He saw everything disappearing, the crowds on the street turning into tiny specks of light, their expressions frozen in that moment of hope and trust, not even having time to change.
Everything withers like sandstorms, shattering into firefly-like specks in the backlight. The world is like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser—skyscrapers, stars, even sunlight shattered into powder and scattered.
then.
The world falls silent.
The deathly silence and the void of darkness lasted for roughly three heartbeats. Until the first car horn pierced the silence, colors suddenly burst forth wildly from all directions.
Neon lights hissed and glowed with a magenta light, a coffee machine on the street corner steamed up milky white vapor, and a yellow and blue taxi screeched to a halt, splashing rainbow-colored water. Pedestrians appeared out of thin air like magic cards, a housewife carrying a shopping basket brushed past a skateboarding teenager, and the sound of a popcorn bucket being overturned mingled with the guitar strings of a street performer.
The electronic sounds from shop windows and the laughter of children chasing each other washed over the empty streets like a tide, and the frozen world seemed to be truly reshaped and reborn in the blink of an eye.
"Is the Creator here? If so, let out a sound."
Ian stood in the middle of the zebra crossing, a ginkgo leaf falling onto his shoulder.
"dududu~"
A loudspeaker sounded.
"Damn it, the Great Fortune Celestial Venerable."
Ian, looking up at the sky, was still feeling somewhat melancholy.
In an instant.
He became completely sober immediately.
I struggled with this chapter for several hours towards the end; the emotional delivery wasn't quite right, but I ran out of time. I'm very dissatisfied!! I might revise it later.
Chapter 103 The Mysterious Marvel! The Origin of Power! [105k]
The piercing sound of the truck horn was like a slap to Ian's eardrums.
"Damn it! Great Fortune Celestial Venerable!" He instinctively jumped back, his back slamming into a fire hydrant on the street corner with a "bang," the cold metal creaking under the weight through his thin T-shirt.
Fortunately, the fire hydrant was not damaged to the point of starting to spray water.