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Captain America, Steve Rogers, looked rather radiant.
“It seems you’re also interested in our product.” Thanos followed closely, noticing Ian harassing his technicians.
“These are special trial packs; you can take them back and let your people try them out.” Thanos clearly thought Ian was the Father of Earth.
He was very generous and gestured to a servant to bring over an exquisite metal box. Ian took the box and was as happy as a child receiving a Christmas present.
"On behalf of God and Satan, I thank you, Brother Thanos!"
"Brother, you're too kind!"
Thanos was surprised by Ian's sudden enthusiasm. He looked at the "short" Ian with some astonishment as Ian hugged his waist and patted his back.
Gwen, Thor, and Captain America all took three steps back in unison.
"I hope next time you'll come to me with a big contract." After his sales pitch, Thanos kept his word and prepared a spaceship for everyone. He personally escorted them to the newly built spaceship and thoughtfully gave them star map coordinates before parting.
"This is the shortest route to save Odin." Clearly, Thanos may have changed his mind, but his wisdom remains exceptional.
The spaceship was luxurious, and Ian hadn't forgotten to pack his old spaceship inside, since his next appearance would still be randomly within the space carved out by the old one. At least that's what the new Tony said; it's just a matter of whether the new Tony's accuracy rate is up to par.
"See you next time! My dear brother Thanos!"
Ian waved goodbye to Thanos.
Thanos stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes deep, watching the spaceship take off and leave.
"What about the survivors on the other spaceship?"
He asked without turning his head.
The adjutant, wearing a breathing mask, knelt on one knee.
"It has been sent to the Pain Laboratory as you instructed, and the compatibility of the new fertility drug with non-humanoid and divine beings is being tested."
This adjutant was General Dead Blade.
One of the Black Order.
The Black Order are Thanos's most famous and powerful group of henchmen, each possessing unique abilities. Corvus Glaive is the leader of the Black Order.
His status is second only to Thanos. Corvus Glaive possesses superhuman strength and healing abilities, allowing him to quickly recover from even the most severe wounds. Furthermore, he wields a glaive that houses his soul, enabling him to be resurrected repeatedly even if his physical body is destroyed, as long as the glaive remains.
"Very well, give those death followers the most painful package. Since they follow death... then let them struggle eternally in the agony of procreation." Thanos's lips slowly curled up, finally revealing the cruel smile befitting a cosmic overlord.
He remains an extremist as always.
The Guardians of the Galaxy, who once clashed with Ian and others, may be undertaking some other missions in this new Marvel universe that are currently unknown.
Of course, Ian and the Earth heroes were unaware of this. The spaceship Thanos gave them was once again piloted into space by the forgetful Steve—there was no other way, except for Steve, none of the people present knew how to fly a plane.
Ian had only ever driven a car.
And that car didn't fare well either.
"By the way, do you think if we could feed Thor's hammer a fertility potion, we could harvest a batch of baby Thor's hammers?"
The spaceship was flying, and Ian was leaning over the control panel, deep in thought.
His extraordinary talent struck again.
"NO!!!" Thor, Gwen, and Captain America screamed in unison.
Amidst screams of agony, the spaceship plunged into hyperspace, leaving Ian muttering regretfully, "It could have been an interesting subject..."
The spaceship sped along the star map provided by Thanos, many times faster than the old relic of the new Tony Stark. The space jump engine emitted a deep hum, and the starlight outside the porthole was stretched into thin threads. In an instant, they arrived at a desolate star field.
"This is... the homeland of the Frost Giants?" Gwen leaned against the window, gazing at the desolate void outside.
What should have been the coordinates of a planet is now just a black hole that devours all light, silently floating in the darkness, like a wound torn open in the universe.
“My father and Doctor Strange disappeared in that black hole over there…” Thor gripped Mjolnir tightly, a trace of sorrow flashing in his eyes.
Steve looked around, his brow furrowed. "What do we do next?"
Ian, who was squatting in the corner studying the instructions for the potion Thanos had given him, replied without looking up, "Of course, we need to plan this carefully. I don't have much time left. Don't move around here; I'm going back to buy a few..."
Before he could finish speaking, the spaceship's alarm suddenly blared out in a sharp wail!
"Warning! Gravitational anomaly! Warning!"
Outside the porthole, the silent black hole began to spin without warning, and the terrifying suction instantly gripped the spaceship.
“Ian!!! What have you done now?” Gwen screamed, grabbing the armrest of her seat, but it was too late—the entire spaceship was dragged into the depths of the black hole like a can being crushed by an invisible giant hand, with a tooth-grinding metallic twisting sound.
Chaos. Upside down. Dizziness.
Ian felt like he'd been thrown into a washing machine, his limbs stretched and deformed by the violent gravitational tides. The ship's hull shattered like an eggshell, and in the blinding white light, he vaguely saw Thor being flung into the void, while Captain America clung tightly to Gwen.
Several people were swallowed up by spatial rifts... and then scattered. Metal is not allowed here, but it seems to be able to accommodate life.
"boom!"
Ian wasn't in pain, but he still crashed heavily onto a black "ground"—if this void of chaos could be called the ground.
"Hiss... my kidneys are about to be flung out..." Ian grimaced as he got up, finding himself in a bizarre space with no up, down, left, or right directions. In the distance, a long sword with a deep, dark shape was stuck in the "ground," with black mist coiling around its blade like a living thing, and black flames dancing in the skull eye sockets embedded in the hilt.
"Black Mourning! Black Death Sword!" Ian was somewhat surprised, but he still walked up and the moment his fingers touched the hilt of the sword.
The bells are ringing.
The next moment, the dizzying sensation returned. When Ian regained his senses, he found himself standing in the room of DC Hell.
He was still clutching the Black Death Sword in his hand.
Just as Ian was still savoring the moment, suddenly, the rustling sound of pages turning echoed in his mind like a tide. The original manuscripts he had created in the DC universe were glowing, and countless words were flashing before his eyes like thin lines.
"What's going on!?" Ian was surprised to find that the [Writer] profession experience bar on the system panel was increasing at an astonishing rate.
[Author Experience Points +70]
[Author Experience Points +140]
[Author Experience Points +111]
……
[Writer profession reached level 10!]
[New skill [Drawing the World with a Brush] loading!]
Meanwhile, in the Marvel Universe, at the spot where the Black Death Sword was pulled out, countless images appeared, with scenes of light and shadow erupting wildly.
Those things that were hidden and sealed away—are beginning to reveal themselves!
Chapter 162 Taking up the pen to depict the world! The power of God!
Even after Ian disappeared from the Marvel Universe, time continued to flow in this world, and the turbulent void within the black hole continued to rage.
The disintegrated wreckage of the spaceship drifted in all directions.
Captain America, Steve Rogers, and Gwen Stacy are thrown into a void. There is no concept of up, down, left, or right; there is no light, no sound; only endless darkness and the occasional flickering, star-like, floating strange seeds.
"I'm still alive?" When Gwen slowly opened her eyes, she found herself floating in an endless void. There was no horizon, no sky, no light, and no shadow, only endless emptiness and silence.
She blinked, trying to clear her mind, but her body felt weightless, floating in an invisible space. Not far away, Captain America had his eyes closed, as if asleep, but his shield was strangely suspended beside him, as if fixed in place by some invisible force.
"Captain? Wake up!"
Gwen swam over and patted his face.
no response.
She pinched Steve's philtrum, but there was still no response. Gwen frowned, thought for a moment, and suddenly raised her foot, kicking Steve in the groin without hesitation, though she controlled the force very well.
It hurts, but it's not devastating.
It's just the right amount of stimulation for the brain.
"boom!"
“Ouch——!!!”
This was a medical miracle. Captain America, who had been unconscious, suddenly arched his back, clutching his groin, his face contorted in pain. He rolled around, clutching his groin, his eyes wide, staring incredulously at Gwen not far away.
"You...you're a devil?!" It's only because there's no cold air in the void that Steve would have absorbed it all.
“This place is completely unknown and dangerous right now. I can’t wake you up at all,” Gwen said apologetically to Steve.
Steve's face had turned a deep liver color.
"You can't wake me up because I'm playing dead. Haven't you learned common sense? If you're in the territory of a dangerous creature, you have to play dead to escape. Most dangerous animals won't eat a carcass that looks dead!"
Steve has a kind of Solomon wisdom; perhaps he's been a cloud hunter too much, because he actually believes in such absurd common sense about life.
"..."
Gwen rolled her eyes, speechless. "Don't go crazy. You have the medicine from that purple sweet potato-spirited guy, don't you?"
She watched as Captain America's expression suddenly changed drastically, and he frantically searched his surroundings for something until he finally found the suitcase Thanos had given him. He was so overjoyed at finding it that he practically hugged the suitcase and exclaimed that it was his precious treasure.
"Give."
Gwen silently handed the shield, now devoid of love, to Captain America. Captain America simply wore his signature piece of equipment on his head as a hat, while his hands remained with Thanos's exquisite medicine case.
"Where are we?" Steve looked around, his brow furrowed, his face filled with extreme tension.
“I wanted to ask that question too.” Gwen sighed and looked around. In the void, tiny, glowing “seeds” floated silently, like frozen stars.
Occasionally, blurry images would flash across the surface of the seeds—Gwen leaned closer to one and suddenly saw a horrifying sight: herself, falling from a great height onto a concrete ground below.
"This...what is this?"
Gwen took a step back abruptly.
Captain America, however, was drawn to another seed. He stared at the image inside and suddenly broke into a perverted grin.
"Wow... I have a wife?" The vision Steve was seeing was only visible to him. It was like only Gwen could see herself falling from a city skyscraper and breaking her spine in those floating seeds.
"I'm so romantic! I actually betrayed the whole world for my wife!" Captain America excitedly pointed to the image in the torrent. In the image was himself, dressed in casual clothes, with a very beautiful short-haired woman standing next to him.
The kind of beauty Steve had only seen on those erotic phone advertising cards was something he could never even dream of in his daily life.
In the picture, the woman is wearing the same wedding ring as him, and the two are walking on the beach discussing their future.
The smile is very bright.