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"Oh, alright."
Ian isn't the type to make things worse.
He carried Gwen to the edge of Galactus's head, and with a gentle release, Gwen fell and crashed into a shape rarely seen in many versions of Spider-Man stories.
After all, he landed face down.
It doesn't fit the visual design principle of "dying beautifully even in death."
"This thing shouldn't break if it's dropped."
Staff members nearby quickly stepped forward and placed the Mind Gem in a container.
at the same time.
A few seconds later, another machine turned on with a "ding," and a brand new Gwen stepped out, patting off non-existent dust from her uniform and even rubbing the back of her neck, which was no longer uncomfortable.
"No way, have you ever been a superhero? You just mess around with things and make assumptions?" Gwen pointed to the back of her neck. "Have you ever seen a superhero save someone by saving them from here?!"
She was quite helpless.
I feel that Ian needs guidance.
however.
"Anyway, that's how my dad arrested me. He's the most powerful superhero in our area... That's why I imitated him."
Ian's super brain always comes up with the most reasonable excuse for him.
"..."
Gwen opened her mouth, then suddenly found herself speechless. She had seen rich kids compete by having rich parents, buying sports cars, attending prestigious schools, and even using superpowers, but she had never seen the race of "competing by having rich parents" veer into the realm of superheroes.
Superhero dad?
Super second generation?
This touched on a blind spot in Gwen's knowledge.
“I don’t believe your father would teach you to save people like this.” Helpless, Gwen could only judge Ian’s actions based on her professional knowledge, which was definitely not a proper way to save someone.
“You don’t have a biofield, you don’t understand.” Ian simply shook his head at this. “Besides, this isn’t something my father taught me; it’s just that I was deeply influenced by it.”
"Of course, you can also call it childhood trauma. After all, a childhood without childhood trauma is not perfect. Just like if the elderly do not reflect on their children's education, they are more likely to suffer from Alzheimer's disease. You see, it's a win-win situation. I have a complete childhood, and my father will have a perfect old age."
"I believe that reflecting on my children's education in the future will help them prevent Alzheimer's from time to time..." After wearing the Batman suit, those who have been influenced by Batman are like this, having profound thoughts that others cannot understand. As Ian spoke each word, Gwen's eyes widened more and more.
The logic seems to make sense.
But the more I thought about it, the stranger it seemed.
"What nonsense are you talking about..."
Unlike Madison, Gwen was not successfully persuaded by Ian. She simply felt that her language skills were insufficient to refute him, but deep down she knew that there was a big problem with Ian's logic.
As for what the problem is.
We'll have to go back and have Tony analyze it.
Only Tony could clearly tell her what kind of filial son this was, and only Tony's true wisdom could handle this incredibly strange boy.
No.
Sometimes Tony seems to be silenced, but that must be because a lot of Tony's computing power is being used up. Now that some of his computing power has been freed up, he will definitely be able to handle things with ease!
Gwen's heart was filled with unwavering faith in the wise god Tony.
“Tony has already prepared the body you requested. Perhaps you can go find him now.” Gwen didn’t want to be disturbed by Ian, after all, she still needed to guide the last Infinity Stone later.
Nowadays.
The entire universe is about to usher in its most important moment.
If it weren't for what Tony had said earlier, Gwen would have preferred to capture Ian, or at least lure him away temporarily, since she genuinely didn't want any unexpected changes to occur at such a crucial moment.
"Higher than me, higher than you, higher than this base, higher than... everything." To this day, Gwen and Betty still haven't been able to understand the true meaning behind Tony's words.
"Is he a Sentinel? Or an All-Rounder?"
Ian had no interest in dissecting gods; he was more concerned with the power he could acquire. When Gwen mentioned the corpse, his eyes lit up like light bulbs.
"Both."
Gwen pushed a bicycle out of a box next to her. It's hard to imagine that someone with the technological means to dismember a planet devourer would still rely on such a somewhat primitive mode of transportation.
Don't know why.
of course.
Ian is not curious about this at all now.
"Good, good, good! As expected of my mentor, Tony the Machine God!" Ian immediately became excited. His address made Gwen look confused for a moment, wondering if she had missed something.
Hesitant to speak.
In the end, Gwen did not ask any questions.
"wait for me a while."
Even though Omniknight and Sentinel had taken over Ian's brain, he still hadn't forgotten why he came here. Under Gwen's watchful eye, he quickly darted into Galactus's nostril.
after a while.
"What have you been doing?"
A bewildered Gwen saw Ian walk out with a happy expression.
"High-end adventures often involve entering the most primitive caves. Don't ask, the answer is: not suitable for children... young girls." Ian wiped his hands with a tissue.
He just visited the super brain of the planet devourer.
Evaluations are not as good as one's own.
[You have come into contact with an unknown extraordinary substance. A new job template has been unlocked. You can obtain a modified extraordinary job—Entropy Annihilation Lord—by fulfilling the necessary requirements for job acquisition.]
of course.
This is Ian's true purpose.
The results even exceeded Ian's expectations. He mentioned that Galactus's "Rise of the Sentinels" comic hadn't even been released yet, but the class templates were still unlocked incredibly smoothly.
Something's strange?
Ian looked at his career panel.
[Author LV2 [3/20]]
Perhaps it's not so strange.
Chapter 102 The Omnipotent Sentinel, That Snap! [12k]
Ian remembered the way to the base.
And he doesn't need Gwen's beat-up bicycle.
As a multi-millionaire from another world, Ian bought the book "What Rich People Should Know," so he knew that boys like himself needed to be wary of others.
"Gwen dared to lend me her bicycle today, and tomorrow she'll ask me to be the new Spider-Man... She's really dreaming." Ian wouldn't give others the opportunity to do him a favor so easily.
He needed to guard against any possibility of being taken advantage of for his kindness. Bearing in mind the lessons Zhang Wuji's mother taught time travelers, Ian repeatedly used a "bouncing" motion to reach the familiar alleyway.
Open the drain cover.
Ian jumped down as if in freefall.
Perhaps due to muscle memory, he subconsciously wanted to jump in the low and wide sewer, but after jumping, he realized that his head almost pierced through the concrete above.
“Stark Industries’ products are really high quality; they might even be more resistant to bombing than planes from Curry Country.” Ian dug his hands firmly into the concrete ceiling above his head.
He saw a thick metal pipe with the Stark Industries logo on it. He tried to scratch it off with his fingernail and write "Happy End of the World" on it, but he couldn't.
therefore.
The identity of the ancestors has come online.
A golden light would naturally rise in the midst of exasperation.
"The heat rays are still the best~" The gold in Ian's eyes slowly disappeared as he landed back on the ground.
After engraving a few letters on the metal pipe and drawing a stick figure with a perky butt, he realized that the metal material used in this place might actually be quite special.
It is absolutely perfect for intercepting missiles.
“Teacher Tony definitely knows the recipe.” Ian ran through the damp sewers, where the absence of rats made the place seem perfectly clean.
soon.
The familiar steel gate appeared.
The base gate recognized Ian's face, then beeped and turned on with a green light, slowly opening to reveal an empty room—or rather, not a single living person inside.
The busy researchers have all disappeared.
It seems that he, along with other soldiers and the printed people, went to study the planet devourer.
The entire base was very quiet.
Only the core of the base remained inside its massive mainframe, with a holographic projection of Tony Stark facing away from the entrance, seemingly lost in thought as he stared at a display screen.
The video displayed on the screen was not a surveillance video.
Instead, it was just a meaningless snowflake.
To Ian, the snowflakes were meaningless, like the static you see when you turn on your TV after forgetting to pay the bill.
"Hey Tony, have you eaten?" Ian waved, the water stains on his boots leaving muddy marks on the floor, but they were quickly absorbed by the floor, which seemed to have a self-cleaning function.
Tony's projection didn't turn around.
"Do I look like I can still eat?" He seemed to have known all along that Ian would come at this time, and might even have calculated the most precise time.
There was no surprise whatsoever.
"It's alright, I brought you some electronic viruses, they might taste good?" Ian knew the saying "it's never wrong to be polite," so he took out a USB drive that he had copied from his own computer.
There's nothing else inside.