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Ian's curiosity was successfully piqued.
"You'll know it when you see it."
The new teacher, Tony, didn't rush to answer. Instead, he turned his gaze to the rising magic circle. The space in the picture kept changing, and the lines slowly outlined clear images in the air.
Within the illusory image projected by the magic circle, light gradually converged, outlining a bedroom that was both whimsical and technologically advanced. Iron Man graffiti adorned the pink walls, and various mechanical parts and unfinished armor models were piled up in the corners.
"I woke up on Saturday!"
A little girl, about seven or eight years old, jumped up from the oversized round bed and stepped barefoot onto the soft carpet. She had fluffy brown curly hair and her eyes were sleepy but full of energy.
"Good morning, Miss Morgan." A gentle electronic female voice sounded in the room. "The outdoor temperature is 23 degrees Celsius today, and the zombie activity is at a moderate level. The MK-42 mini armor and the 'Little Pepper' vehicle have been prepared for you."
Morgan excitedly raised his little fist.
"I'm sure I can take down even more zombies today! Maybe I can even break the record!"
She is full of confidence.
Ten minutes later, a streak of golden-red light streaked across the sky above the ruins of New York.
"Full power thrusters!" Morgan sat in his miniature battle suit, only two meters tall, his small hands deftly maneuvering the control stick. Azure flames erupted from the thrusters on the back of the suit, instantly breaking the sound barrier, and the glass shop windows of the street below shattered.
Hordes of zombies, their rotting faces raised, were blown to pieces by miniature missiles falling from the sky before they could even react.
"Thirty degrees to the left, saturation attack!"
The shoulder armor of the battle suit slid open, revealing a honeycomb-shaped miniature missile bay.
Whoosh whoosh!
Dozens of palm-sized missiles, trailing fiery exhaust, rained down, creating a series of fireballs on the street. Burning pieces of corpses fell like raindrops.
Morgan's eyes were resolute in the cockpit.
"Kill all the zombies, and Mom and Dad will come back!"
The armor suddenly spun around.
The robotic arm extended a high-frequency cutting blade, cleaving the charging mutated giant corpse in two at the waist. The putrid entrails splattered onto the bulletproof glass, only to be instantly cleaned by the automatic cleaning system.
"The residual rate in Zone B has been detected to be below 5%," the report stated on Saturday. "Switching to ground mode is recommended."
"Yay! Get on the chariot!"
The miniature armored vehicles landed in the center of Times Square.
With a mechanical creak, it reassembled into a pink armored vehicle equipped with a Gatling gun. Morgan slammed on the gas, the tires crushing the shattered zombie skulls.
The car stereo was playing the theme song from "Frozen".
Let it go~ Let it go~
The machine gun spun and preheated; the next second, a metallic storm swept down Broadway. Shell casings cascaded like a golden waterfall, and the zombie horde fell in rows like harvested wheat. A small zombie in a tattered Star Wars t-shirt tried to climb onto the roof, but Morgan simply pressed the red button—
boom!
The electromagnetic mesh that popped out from the roof of the car blasted it into a charred corpse.
"Perfect ten out of ten!"
She made a V-sign at the rearview mirror.
As dusk fell, Morgan piloted her armor back to the safe house atop Stark Tower. She removed her helmet; her face was flushed, and her bangs were matted with sweat.
"We took down 322317 today!"
She slumped into the soft sofa, picked up her Iron Man plush toy, and said, "You said Mom and Dad would come back on Saturday after I cleared out all the zombies in the world, right?"
“Of course, Miss Morgan.”
The voice of artificial intelligence is gentle yet firm.
“The agreement set by Mr. Stark is very clear.”
Hearing this, Morgan's eyes lit up. She kicked off her shoes, curled up on the sofa, and counted on her fingers: "I haven't seen them for 367 days... Dad promised to take me to Disneyland, and Mom said she'd teach me how to bake an apple pie..."
The holographic fireplace lit up automatically, and steaming cream of mushroom soup and cheeseburgers rose from the dining table. Morgan devoured the lavish meal.
only.
In a somewhat deserted restaurant.
She suddenly looked up.
"How many zombies are left on Saturday?"
The girl asked a question.
"According to the latest scan, there's only a little bit left."
The answer was provided by artificial intelligence.
"You will see them soon."
Its voice had a calming quality, and the girl's eyes filled with anticipation. She turned on the TV and started watching some videos her father had recorded for her.
On a holographic projector.
She pressed play.
The image of Tony Stark appeared in the air—he was wearing a casual T-shirt, with a sun-drenched villa garden in the background, a stark contrast to the zombie-infested world he now lived in.
“Hey, Pepper Potts 2.” Tony crouched down in the projection, his gaze level with the camera, a familiar, slightly roguish smile on his lips. “If you see this, it means Daddy’s late again—sorry, you know, saving the world always seems to happen at the worst possible time.”
Morgan stretched out her small hand, her fingertips passing through the illusory image, but she couldn't feel any warmth.
Tony's projection continued, his tone relaxed, but his eyes were heartbreakingly tender: "But don't worry, Daddy has left you a gift—he'll take care of you on Saturday. The armor and vehicle are both set to 'Morgan's exclusive mode.' Remember not to use the thrusters above level three; last time you scared them so much they almost crashed..."
Tony Stark's raised eyebrow was rather frivolous.
However, Morgan found it incredibly heartwarming.
“My mom and I are just temporarily held up by something.” Tony in the projection suddenly leaned closer to the camera and lowered his voice, “So you have to do me a favor—clean up all that ‘dirt’ outside, and once the progress bar reaches 100%, we can…” The image suddenly froze, and Tony’s lips stopped at the word “home.”
But the audio has turned into electromagnetic noise.
He ultimately seemed to have failed to utter that promise. Outside the window, the charred corpses of zombies were gradually becoming transparent. And three blocks away in Times Square, a new horde of zombies appeared out of thin air as if generated by a 3D printer. They twisted and rose, varying in their degree of decay, yet all turned in unison towards Stark Tower.
It seemed endless. On the distant horizon, where the Avengers' base should have been, there was only a distorted, flickering black mosaic-like area.
In front of the magic circle.
Looking at it all.
Gwen's eyes widened.
“Those zombies…are respawning?! That’s not the real world at all!” She suddenly turned to the new Tony teacher, but he didn’t offer any comment.
"Who is that?"
Thor asked, puzzled.
“Morgan Stark…Tony’s daughter.” Ian’s eyes flickered slightly. “It seems he has woven an absolutely safe but deceptive paradise for his daughter.”
At this moment.
Ian didn't know how to evaluate Tony Stark's "personal" act, which was quite touching, showing that some people, while being superheroes, haven't forgotten that they are also fathers.
"Tony's actions are always so unpredictable." Ian looked at the little girl in the picture and roughly understood that Odin and Doctor Strange might have fallen into a similar situation.
Trapped in a real-world predicament.
“I think I know what’s going on. The dimensional rift… We’ll definitely be able to find Odin and Doctor Strange, but unfortunately, I don’t have much time left.” Ian clearly remembered how long he could stay in the Marvel Universe.
He glanced at the time on his hand and sighed.
"Then what should we do next?"
Thor looked at Ian with great anxiety.
"Rely on yourself, or wait for me to come back."
The words fell.
Ian disappeared from the Marvel Universe.
I need to take leave; I owe 2 words.
I was getting discharged from the hospital, but I forgot my medical insurance card password. It took me a whole day to get it sorted out, going to both the bank and the social security bureau. Including the extra chapters from monthly tickets and what I owed before, I owe a total of 7 words. If I don't pay it all off by the end of the month, I'll do a live stream in women's clothing.
By the way, this is also a way to adjust the update schedule for the underworld; starting tomorrow, updates will be before 9 AM.
Chapter 152 Dimensional Awakening! Saving Bruce!
A distant bell tolled slowly.
It's like waking up from a dream.
Ian's eyelids twitched slightly, and then he opened his eyes. What came into view was a snow-white ceiling, gray-white, cold, and with a metallic feel. This was the medical room of the Justice League's underground base, and also the place where he had been forced to sleep anywhere.
Returning from the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Ian was still pondering the conflict between Morgan Stark and reality, while inside the room, the Flash, who had been anxiously waiting for over half an hour and was practically bursting with prostate problems, exclaimed, "Thank God! Ian! You're finally alive!"
"You're still Ian, right? Not some other person's soul in Ian's body?" The Flash, Barry Allen, was still circling around Ian rapidly.
His speed was so fast that he almost left a blur in the air. His face was filled with worry and tension, as if he were on guard at any moment in case Ian, who had been possessed by the mysterious dream boy, suddenly attacked.
"No, no... I need to confirm whether his consciousness has been damaged... whether his brain has been contaminated or eroded... I need the assistance of Dr. Wells and Star Labs."
talking.
While maintaining his speed, The Flash also grabbed the communication equipment from the Batcave. He kept running, and Ian's eyes could barely keep up with his movements.
Without the pressure of outer space, the Flash not only regained his speed, but also became much faster than before due to the weighted training he had undergone in recent days.
"Uncle Barry, can't you control your legs?" Ian was having a hard time keeping up with the Flash's movements; a red afterimage was spinning wildly in front of him.
The speed was so fast that it almost felt like Superman.
“If you can’t control them, you can tie them up. Trust me, free-range animals won’t run faster than captive animals.” Ian’s tone was as sincere as if he were discussing pet ownership.
He does indeed have two super-fast legs.
"Such a foul mouth! Fine, fine, great, you're still you." Barry Allen's expression froze for a moment, and his spinning afterimage suddenly came to a stop.