Hearing Ian's bafflingly confident statement.
Gwen was somewhat stunned.
"The universe wants me to retire? And you won't allow it?" Gwen looked at Ian, bewildered. She slowly raised her hand and clenched her fist, feeling the surging power within her.
It was a power stronger than her peak.
The feeling of weakness, hollowness, and imminent collapse was gone. In its place was an unprecedented sense of strength—as if someone had installed a nuclear reactor in her body.
"What exactly did you do? Did you bamboozle the universe?" This was the only possibility Gwen could think of. She never doubted Ian's methods of enticing and tricking others.
A normal con man would use gradual persuasion.
But Ian would use forced brainwashing to deceive.
It was unstoppable.
No one could stop it.
"Look at you, talking like that! It hurts my feelings! I don't like to trick people, I just use my rules to override the rules of the universe." Ian corrected Gwen while looking at his personal panel.
[Name: Ian Kent]
[Normal Professions: Student LV8 (441/1280), Writer LV4 (75/80), Leader LV7 (112/640)]
[Extraordinary Professions: | Berserker LV8 (1100/1280)]
[Savage Tyrant LV10 (4751/5120), Entropic Lord LV11 (1450/10240)]
[ Anomalous Sovereign LV1 (1/10)]
[World Recognition: | Key NPC ]
[Innate Talents: | Countercurrent Furnace, Perfect Divinity, Sustenance for All Beings, Eternal Boon]
[Professional Skills: Gene Oracle, Undying's Wrath, Profane Elegy, World-Burning Pulse, Perfect Divine Body, Everlight Eye LV3, Absolute Levitation, Scornful Jump, Ultimate Hunger LV3...]
Compared to his previous personal panel, Ian now had a new profession, a new talent, and a new skill he learned to save Gwen.
He had indeed become a tiny bit stronger than before. Since the [Anomalous Sovereign] somehow turned out to be an Ultimate Profession, the attribute increase it brought Ian was also decent.
[Strength: 384 -> 401]
[Constitution: | 401 -> 419]
[Intelligence: | 26.1-> 40.7]
[Spirit: | 136 -> 155 ]
It was clear.
This was a seemingly balanced but actually intelligence-biased profession. The increase in both [Intelligence] and [Spirit] far exceeded the gains from leveling up his other professions.
Ian's processing speed was faster, which was why he appeared abnormally "lively." However, he still couldn't figure out the exact reason why he awakened the [Anomalous Sovereign] profession.
This profession not only provided unique attribute increases, but its leveling method was also completely different from his other professions, having a "many children, many blessings" flavor to it.
[Eternal Boon: The Creator's authority is firmly grasped in your hands. Mortals gaze at the stars, and the stars shall eventually gaze at you. Life will usher in eternal evolution under your watch.
You are no longer merely a caster, but the proxy of the law of life, capable of granting life the boon of extraordinary leap. Those who mutate because of you will become extensions of your will.
This skill allows the possessor to acquire a maximum number of dependents not exceeding their profession level. When your level reaches a multiple of ten, the number of dependents you can have will increase once.
The stronger the target dependent granted the Boon, the more experience points you gain during the daily settlement.]
Yes, this was a settlement-based passive talent. The entire [Anomalous Sovereign] profession's leveling method was to spread the so-called Boon, and Gwen was the first person to receive Ian's initial professional bestowal.
[Gene Oracle: You can issue a divine decree to the target's genes, causing the target to awaken a mutant gene that is more compatible with them, rather than awakening chaotically. This skill can help you find dependents for targeted cultivation.
—If they reach the peak, you shall live forever!]
Ian had always been a relatively kind Evil God. Since he had captured over a dozen Mutants Monsters, and to prevent the pretty Gwen from becoming someone only the Mutant Monsters would find pretty.
He specifically learned this skill to treat Gwen. Yes, the reason Ian could save Gwen was by using the genes he bestowed to fill the missing segments of Gwen's genes. Because of this, Gwen was no longer Spider-Woman, but Mutated-Woman, with a knock-off X-Gene, which he named the Y-Gene, flowing in her body.
"Your rules can transcend the rules of the universe?" Gwen found it hard to digest the information Ian was sharing, mainly because Ian's analogies were often beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
"Yes, yes. My bestowed genes flow within your body, so I am now your parent of regeneration..." Ian expressed his subtle and shy expectation of hearing Gwen call him "Father." It had to be the title "Father," because he hoped the title "Dad" would be reserved for Dream God.
The Evil God's gentleness and thoughtfulness always appeared in these details.
"Is that the truth? Why don't you just trick me? Trick me into believing you just overcame countless difficulties, defeated some evil entity, and acquired Aladdin's lamp."
Gwen was the person who had heard Ian boast the most. Precisely because of this, after the fragments of old-era memories gradually merged, she was horrified to realize that Ian was not boasting this time.
Her body was truly filled by the genes Ian gave her!
"How can Aladdin's lamp be as powerful as me? I am now Ian of Many Children and Many Blessings. My newly awakened ability satisfies me greatly; I can openly ask others to call me Daddy."
"And the stronger you all are, the stronger I become. Everyone benefits. This is the foundation for building a harmonious family." Ian raised his arm, palm facing upward. In an instant, countless fine, dark-red energies appeared above his hand, subtly resonating with certain energies within Gwen's body.
"..."
Gwen could clearly feel this connection as well.
"Are you saying... you turned me into a mutant, so I'm no longer the original Spider-Man, right?" Gwen looked down at her hand and tried a light grasp.
*Crack!*
The air actually let out a loud pop in her grip.
Ignoring Ian's desire to be called Father, Gwen had to admit that the power given by the [Evil God] was potent enough. No wonder countless people in movies and novels couldn't resist the Evil God's temptation.
"Isn't that wow?"
Ian rubbed his hands excitedly, dragging the completed plaque for the [Ian Mental Hospital Hero Relief Center] to Gwen's bedside and hoisting Gwen directly onto his shoulder.
"You are now a Y-Gene mutant with a great future. Stop thinking about Spider-Man nonsense. Let's go test your new abilities!"
Ian balanced the plaque on one shoulder and Gwen on the other, speaking with anticipation as he hurried outside. After all, he was also curious about what kind of extraordinary genes Gwen had been gifted.
"Wait, I'm still a patient—" Before Gwen could finish her sentence, Ian pulled a pillow from somewhere and placed it on the shoulder where he was carrying Gwen.
Patients should, of course, receive patient treatment.
What was this called?
The Evil God's thoughtfulness!
"..."
Gwen chose to accept her fate between being speechless and roaring. She didn't even dare to suggest her dad arrest Ian anymore. After all, asking a police captain to arrest an Evil God was too much to ask.
Of course.
Her dad certainly wouldn't be killed by the Evil God. Based on the information in the fused memory fragments, Gwen didn't doubt that if she went to find her dad, this eccentric Evil God would certainly track down her great-grandparents, who immigrated to America during the War of Independence, and have her great-grandparents lecture her dad, their grandson.
"He's too strong, I can't resist at all." Gwen didn't struggle. She was always good at assessing the situation, so she found a reasonable reason in her heart not to resist.
So.
The lifeless Gwen quietly stayed on Ian's right shoulder and flew with Ian into the air, hanging the plaque for the [Imam Mental Hospital Hero Relief Center] below the [New Justice League] sign.
"Does that name have any meaning?"
Gwen couldn't quite understand Ian's actions.
"The meaning of Imam is profound. It means the most sharp-witted Ian in the world is going to open an Arkham branch here in the capacity of a Dimensional Demon God."
Ian stated the hidden meaning behind the name he meticulously selected.
"What is the Arkham branch?" Gwen could understand the first two explanations, but she couldn't comprehend something that didn't exist in the Marvel Universe.
It was just like how she couldn't understand Ian's obsession with the New Justice League.
Ian was quite patient about this.
"Once upon a time, there was a child. He was very smart but not powerful, so he had a progressive heart and wanted to visit and study at a place called the Arkham Talent Center."
"However, the local tyrant shattered the child's dream with a gun butt and threatened to cut off the economic source of the child's family. The child cried for three days and three nights but still didn't get his wish."
"From that day on, the child secretly vowed: ten days of Marvel, ten days of DC, never look down on a young man in poverty. He would eventually establish an Arkham of his own."
Ian's voice was full of emotion.
[Writer Experience +1]
He finished reciting his pathetic short story.
"That child is you, right?" Gwen was momentarily fooled by Ian, but she was ultimately much smarter than a petty thug. She knew that Ian must have used a tiny bit of hyperbole in that speech.
"The child can be me, or it can be anyone. I am merely the epitome of everyone." Ian spoke earnestly. He still loved to stand on the high ground of philosophy and morality.
"Opening a mental hospital inside a superhero base? Are you serious?" Gwen squinted at the plaque, finally unable to hold back her internal mockery.
"Because the local superheroes here are all mentally ill, so I need to provide treatment for them." Ian gave a seemingly impeccable reason in response.
"..."
Gwen recalled Thor, and Doctor Strange, who liked to hold an appendix and pull out all sorts of military weapons from it. As her expression shifted, she had to admit that Ian's reasoning was hard to refute.
Of course.
This explanation was not as impeccable as Ian thought.
"But you... seem to be in need of treatment yourself." Gwen's speech was less abrasive than before, quite tactful. She truly understood that Ian was her savior, no matter what.
"In fact, this was my psychologist's advice to me. He believes I should use the skills I learned from him, surpass him, and cure my followers."
Ian's earnest statement was truly full of information.
"You actually have a psychologist????" Gwen was stunned. To let one mentally ill patient treat other mentally ill patients, which school did this genius psychologist graduate from?!
"Yes, don't be so surprised. My psychologist is very skilled. He's an expert authority. Trusting him is the right choice." Ian displayed his characteristic of being easily "trusting."
"Perhaps you should suggest your psychologist see a psychologist too." Gwen was set down from Ian's shoulder and straightened her clothes, which had been painted by some unknown person into a patient's uniform.
"No need, because Doctor Hannibal has been seeing a psychologist longer than I have, and his psychologist charges more than he does." Ian still didn't know the truth about Doctor Hannibal.
He stated his "outdated" understanding based on his stereotype of Doctor Hannibal.
"?????????"
These words truly left Gwen dumbfounded. She instantly felt Ian's previous statement made a lot more sense. Sure enough, among the people this Evil God knew, she was probably the only normal one.
"You better stop seeing a psychologist, or else I worry your condition might get worse." Gwen expressed her concern, looking at Ian with a strange gaze.
"I always maintain a deep guard, so don't worry. Let's not focus on these details. Hurry up and try out your new abilities." Ian pointed to the deserted street nearby.
Since the establishment of the New Justice League, Doctor Strange had placed protective magic around the area, ensuring that people who didn't absolutely need to wouldn't pass by and accidentally run into the visiting Evil God.
Doctor Strange thought he was incredibly virtuous.
"I feel like I'm still Spider-Man." Gwen was also very concerned about her current situation, or rather, worried. Heaven knew if she raised her hand, she would shoot out a segment of her small intestine.
She was incredibly anxious, taking deep breaths and trying to recall the feeling of using her webs before.
"Swoosh~"
Finally, Gwen raised her hand, and a crystalline thread shot out from her fingertip. But unlike her old webs, this thread glowed with a faint silver-blue light.
And the moment it touched the wall—*Hum!* The thread actually merged directly into the wall. The next second, the entire wall's surface was covered in spiderweb-like cracks, as if corroded by some energy.
"What is this?"
Gwen's eyes widened. While relieved, she was also incredibly surprised. She felt that the web she shot out, though not a small intestine, was quite bizarre.
It seemed to exist and not exist at the same time, piercing into reality.
"It seems the ability I bestowed is still influenced by your original traits. That makes sense. After all, Spider-Man is the most suitable path for you, and my Boon would naturally excavate that path."
Ian rubbed his chin, deep in thought. He pulled out a small notebook and quickly wrote, "How boring. I can't spontaneously create mutants with abilities that fully satisfy me."
The boy's disappointed sigh made Gwen's heart pound.
She was relieved that her ability was not an ability "customized" by Ian. Gwen tried shooting another thread. This time, she intentionally controlled the force—the thread split into dozens of fine filaments in the air. Each one moved autonomously as if alive, even hovering in mid-air. It truly took root in reality.
"This is beyond what a spider should be capable of."
Gwen murmured to herself, somewhat speechless. She saw a fly land on a thread, and she seemed to be able to read the fly's thoughts and physical condition.
"No, no, this just means you're not an ordinary Spider-Man. You are now—Quantum Spider-Man!" Ian understood the great principle that when in doubt, lean towards quantum mechanics.
"Quantum Spider-Man?"
Gwen looked back at Ian several times.
"You just made that up, didn't you?"
She mercilessly exposed Ian's lie.
"The name doesn't matter, as long as it sounds cool!"
Ian skillfully retorted. Having his lies exposed wasn't a rare occurrence, so someone who was frequently exposed was naturally skilled at sophistry.
"Quickly, take me for a swing."
As he spoke.
Ian jumped straight into Gwen's arms.
"..."
Gwen, who instinctively caught Ian, found that Ian "adaptively" adjusted his posture. The princess carry was perfect enough to be used as a demonstration case in Hollywood.
"Is there a possibility that I need both hands to grip the web?" Gwen couldn't just throw away her savior. She deeply understood the Evil God's habit of demanding repayment for favors.
Just as she spoke that tactful sentence, Ian, like an eel, climbed from Gwen's embrace up her shoulder and hung onto her back.
"Don't you dare say 'Giddy-up! Giddy-up!'" Gwen gave Ian a heads-up. Her fused old-era memories included the story Ian told her about Supergirl.
"Okay, okay."
Ian was eager to harvest the sense of achievement that came from creating the extraordinary. At his urging, Gwen pressed her hands onto the wall and began climbing upward bit by bit.
Extremely practiced.
The adhesive force on her palms did not come from tiny hairs but from a special energy in her body. Gwen could feel that energy flowing in her blood.
Climbing all the way up the wall, Gwen stood on the rooftop and looked out at the city again, feeling the wind brush against her cheek. A lot of information was brought by the wind and delivered to her.
It was information about what had happened in the places the wind had blown through in the city—just by skin contact with the wind, Gwen was astonished to find that she could perceive every corner it had touched in the city.
"Has my Spider-Sense... really become some kind of Quantum-Sense?" Gwen glanced at the hands that wrapped around her neck from behind, like a hanged ghost choking her.
Her mood was complicated.
But also surging.
"Swish!"
As Gwen extended her hand again, her figure, carrying Ian, momentarily blurred. The next second, she appeared on another building ten meters away.
This relocation felt like instantaneous teleportation.
"Spatial Leap?"
Ian raised an eyebrow.
As the [Ian-Matrix], he couldn't clearly know what abilities the "seed" he bestowed upon others would sprout. [Anomalous Sovereign] was not a profession meant for enslaving others.
It wasn't a bad thing.
And it made perfect sense.
After all, just like parents don't necessarily need to control their children—that's suffocating—any form of enslavement will inevitably be met with resistance from the enslaved.
This was the main theme of the Comic Book universe. In fact, as long as the "descendants" could bring benefits to Ian, he was quite satisfied.
The Evil God's PUA(Pick Up Artist Skills) was far more efficient than enslaving others.
See?
If Gwen agreed to carry Ian today, she would certainly agree to let Ian ride on her neck tomorrow. Eventually, Ian would be able to grab Gwen's twin ponytails and shout that heart-stirring syllable.
"Whoa~"
The thoughtful Ian remembered that Gwen disliked "Giddy-up." Just as Ian was having his "ill intentions," Gwen had already leaped between several large buildings.
"I feel like this movement is more like 'gliding along the threads of space.'" Gwen expressed her feelings. She felt like she could clearly touch the world's Essence.
And then "weave" her own web onto the world's Essence.
And on this web.
Gwen could do more than just move quickly. She tried again. This time, her body split into three afterimages in mid-air, simultaneously attacking three targets from different angles.
A trash can that hadn't provoked anyone, what looked like Doctor Strange's moped, and Thor's battle-ax, which was kept outside the Sanctum Sanctorum for splitting fruit wood for grilling.
They were all hit almost at the exact same moment.
"Schrödinger's Gwen? Quantum-state Superposition Gwen?" Ian threw out the few tabloid-exclusive terms he could think of. "I told you that you are Quantum Spider-Man now!"
His voice was filled with delight.
After all, the stronger Gwen was, the more experience points he could settle daily. Since Ian could only rely on one dependent for leveling up right now, he naturally hoped Gwen would be as strong as possible.
"I... I'm not sure, but I feel like I can do more." Gwen was also surprised herself. She took a deep breath and suddenly pressed both hands onto the ground.
*Boom!*
Silver-blue threads spread out like a tide, centered on her, covering the entire street. Each thread felt like an extension of her nerves, allowing her to perceive everything within the range.
The stray cats hiding in the alley, the rats in the underground pipes, even the movement of dust in the air. It was like a specialized domain; Spider-Man had woven her own information network within space.
"Is the Mutant Y-Gene really this strong?"
Gwen retracted the ability, panting slightly, but her eyes were bright, filled with incredible shock. She never thought the ability Ian bestowed would be so legitimate.
"It's definitely stronger than the X-Gene. You might not know what the X-Gene is because the copyright for the X-Gene was sold off." Ian had never encountered genuine mutants in this world.
He hadn't even learned about them from the old Teacher Tony, so he inferred that the story of mutants related to the X-Gene didn't exist in this Marvel world he inhabited.
"Your statements are still so obscure and hard to understand." Gwen carried Ian back to the entrance of the Sanctum Sanctorum and set down Ian, who had somehow managed to climb onto her neck.
"Thank you."
She didn't complain about Ian's cheekiness. Instead, she spoke sincerely after calming down, her bright eyes filled with complex emotions.
Gwen had gained an understanding of the concepts like ties and friendship that Ian always liked to ramble about after absorbing the fragmented memories. She felt that the Evil God boy in front of her certainly had his merits—a few meetings and teaming up might not be considered friendship or a bond by most people.
However.
The boy in front of her was absolutely certain of it. Even though everything from the old era had vanished, he still remembered it firmly, and he had saved her life multiple times.
A young Evil God who valued loyalty and righteousness?
Perhaps so.
"Thank you for saving my life and giving me new power." Gwen's voice was soft but earnest. Ian merely waved his hand, pretending to be nonchalant.
"It was nothing. No need to be so formal. You just need to keep my kindness in mind." The phrasing was still emphatic. Ian, as always, hoped to spread his sense of obligation.
Gwen smiled.
"Don't worry, I will remember."
She responded with an expression of helplessness.
"It's good that you'll remember. Then I have to test you." Ian stared at Gwen for two seconds, then suddenly grinned, reaching into his clothes and pulling out a neatly folded piece of paper.
He solemnly handed the paper, which he had clearly prepared in advance, to Gwen.
"What is this?"
Gwen took the paper in confusion. As she unfolded it, her expression instantly froze.
The paper was a required essay prompt.
*On My Gratitude for the Benevolence of the Great Being Ian—A Letter of Appreciation.* At this moment, Gwen suspected Ian had gone abroad for advanced study in some obscure country.
Below were detailed requirements.
*The letter of appreciation must be no less than fifty thousand English words.*
*The content must include a detailed description of Ian's various kindnesses, including saving your life, bestowing power, guidance, inspiration, and enlightenment.*
*It must be genuine and sincere, no perfunctory work allowed. Failure to complete or any shoddy work will result in being designated as an "ungrateful wretch exposing their cold-hearted nature" and sent for re-education.*
Gwen's mouth twitched, her mood incredibly low.
She had originally intended to be a bit sentimental, but now any sentimentality instantly vanished. Still, she gritted her teeth, tucked the paper away, and looked up at Ian's scrutinizing face.
"I'm very good at writing letters of appreciation." Even the most excellent linguists and reading comprehension experts would likely struggle to decode the sheer number of emotions contained within Gwen's statement.
She was already calculating in her head how long it would take to write fifty thousand words.
"Good, good, good. I knew you were truly grateful to me." Ian's previously scrutinizing expression instantly changed. He smiled broadly and patted Gwen's shoulder.
He perfectly captured the demeanor of a high-ranking official.
"Do I only need to write a letter of appreciation? Nothing about soul degradation or anything like that?"
Gwen gazed at the Evil God across from her with a strange expression. Just as she was carefully choosing her words, preparing to ask about the true cost of this power.
"Beep, beep, beep~"
A loud, harsh horn interrupted her. Both of them turned simultaneously to see a delivery truck with "Advanced Medical Equipment" printed on the side, stopped at the entrance of the Sanctum Sanctorum.
"Here, here."
Ian immediately waved excitedly at the truck.
"Are these the second-hand medical instruments you paid extra to order?" The head of a middle-aged man poked out from the truck's driver's seat. He seemed puzzled why there were no doctors in suits waiting for him at the destination.
"Yes, yes, this is the place! Bring them in!" Ian disassembled the somewhat cumbersome main door of the Sanctum Sanctorum and set it aside, clearing a wide enough channel for the delivery.
"Alright!"
The driver double-checked the address to make sure it was correct.
Seven or eight movers—men are deeply entrenched in the freight industry—jumped out of the passenger seat and began the arduous task of unloading the cargo from the truck.
The workers slowly carried a heavy CT machine into the Sanctum Sanctorum door. The metal base scraped across the marble floor with a harsh sound.
"Be careful! That thing costs ten years of your salary!" The foreman wiped his sweat and cursed, completely oblivious that he was carrying modern medical equipment inside a magical sanctuary.
"Wait, are you seriously opening a hospital?"
Under Gwen's somewhat stunned gaze, the shell of the MRI machine gleamed coldly in the sunlight. Two burly men pushed a cart loaded with an ECG monitor, the wheels protesting with squeaks.
"I could have bought brand-new equipment, but the yellowish exterior of second-hand equipment gives the mental hospital the right atmosphere." Ian directed the workers to position the instruments.
The equipment looked exactly like the standard gear in any New York hospital—they were literally bought from other hospitals. If the price was right, American hospitals might even pull the ventilator currently being used by a patient. Thanks to Teacher New Tony's financial support, Ian acquired what he wanted in a very short time.
The efficiency of American transactions depends on whether the Cash Ability is deployed effectively. Gwen stood by, arms crossed, watching the workers install regular equipment like ventilators and dialysis machines one by one onto the oak bookshelves originally meant for magical tomes. The most jarring sight was the strange sickbed placed in the center of a runic circle.
After the movers left, Gwen's eyes fell upon the oddly shaped sickbed in the center of the hall—it looked less like a sickbed and more like a modified version of a medieval torture device.
"What is this? Why does it have leather straps, shackles, and... are those electroshock connectors?" She finally couldn't help but ask, having held back in front of the movers.
She was afraid the movers would call the police the moment they left.
"This is highly specialized custom medical equipment! It's a sickbed designed specifically to scare patients into recovering quickly. We have to have what Arkham has; it's called benchmarking industry standards."
Ian patted the bed frame, which gave off a dull metallic sound.
"Scare patients..."
Gwen's expression was odd, and she was about to say something else. She was just about to speak when she suddenly heard a rustling sound behind her. Turning around, she saw Doctor Helen Cho emerging from a secret door, her hair slightly messy and her glasses askew. She had clearly been woken up from her nap by the noise of the moving.
"Gwen?" Helen Cho pushed up her glasses, observing her in surprise. "You've recovered remarkably... no, I should say, suspiciously well."
As she spoke.
The doctor's gaze then shifted to Ian, her eyes filled with a scientist's curiosity. "What method did you use? Theoretically, her genetic chain couldn't self-repair."
"Your metaphysical methods have already failed," Helen Cho recalled Lucifer, whom Ian had mentioned, and she still didn't dare to mention what that feather actually was.
"Metaphysical methods are just so-so. I, of course, used a power greater than metaphysics—I made her join my Evil God Family, big family."
Ian declared proudly.
He awakened Gwen with love.
"Uh..."
Gwen's New Spider-Sense activated. She immediately turned and fixed her eyes on Ian, terrified that his next sentence would be that he had bestowed "Fatherly Love" upon her. That was definitely something Ian was capable of saying.
Of course.
Helen Cho didn't realize this point.
At this moment.
The doctor's expression was frozen.
"What Evil God?"
Her voice carried a hint of terror. Recalling Lucifer, whom Ian had previously mentioned, the clever doctor already had a very, very bad feeling.
"He's the Evil God. This is the Evil God's Church. Didn't anyone proudly announce this information to you when you were tricked into joining?" Gwen looked at Helen Cho with some surprise.
She still didn't know much about this doctor.
"!!!????"
Helen Cho's face instantly went pale, and she retreated several steps, hitting a large box behind her with a *thud*. The lid overturned, revealing rows of neatly stacked items inside.
Fifty car batteries.
At this point, even the air solidified.
Helen Cho stiffly looked down at the batteries, then up at the multi-functional "sickbed," and finally slowly shifted her gaze back to Ian's face, which was indeed too handsome to look alive.
"You... you're not planning to electroshock us, are you?"
Her voice trembled.
Countless assumptions were swirling in her mind.
"No, no, no! You misunderstood! These batteries are for you all to go out! I saw many bicycles parked outside, and only Doctor Strange has a moped."
"That won't do. If you walk out, people will think that my Lord Ian's followers can't afford electric mopeds. For the sake of my reputation, you must change your habit of riding bicycles."
"Electric mopeds are much more useful than bicycles. It's not the end of the world anymore... Besides, we have Thor! Thor! With Thor, we don't need to pay for electricity at all!"
"We can even make the electric company owe us a bill!" Ian's voice was impassioned and full of wisdom. His statement plunged the scene into silence once more.
"????"
"????"
Both Gwen and Helen Cho were speechless. In their minds, the absurd image of everyone lining up to have Thor charge their electric mopeds couldn't help but surface.
"Did you ask Thor if he would do that..."
Gwen felt that the chef would probably be furious—just then, a blinding flash of lightning split the dome of the Sanctum Sanctorum. Amidst flying bricks and stones, a blond, muscular man smashed face-first into the center of the hall, smoking, with Mjølnir crackling with electricity in his hand. Speaking of Thor, and Thor appeared, it was indeed like this.
"Someone seems to be talking about me."
Thor swayed, stumbling towards a pillar.
"Hello, I am Thor. May I ask what place this is?" He was seeing stars, talking to the pillar. This sight made Helen Cho's and Gwen's expressions even more colorful.
"See, I told you, superheroes need a psychiatrist." A voice sounded. Gwen and Helen Cho looked over. Ian had somehow donned a white lab coat.
Not only did he have a stethoscope hanging from his chest.
He even pulled out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and put them on.
He looked perfectly respectable.
"Why are you taking Thor's hammer, too?"
"Because I need to test the patient's knee-jerk reflex. That's how it's done in TV shows."
In the back and forth.
Thor almost regained consciousness.
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