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"Even if it's just a remnant of the past, it won't stop me from asking what exactly happened in this universe—and by the way, I'll invite him to come over every night and play a few rounds of Gwent with me."
"I listened to the illusion's charm to pass the time, and the illusion had to patiently play cards with me. I won twice more." Ian identified the direction and started running towards the area he had already been to twice.
high speed.
Far exceeding that of normal people.
However, due to the slippery ground, he slipped and fell on his backside when he tried to jump over a car blocking his way, but this did not affect his speed.
"This is much faster than running!"
Ian is a very adaptable person. He used his hands as oars and his buttocks as a boat to skate on the ice, and even managed to drift by twisting his buttocks when turning.
It's a completely deserted city anyway.
You don't have to worry about getting killed in the game no matter how you play.
In fact, Ian thought it was quite fun. Once his second and eldest brothers awakened their wear-resistant steel butts, he planned to invite his family to a snowy mountain for a competition.
Use both hands and feet.
Ian quickly slid himself onto the familiar street.
however.
"Where is my Hulk, who's so big? And where is my Homelander, who blew his head off?" Ian stared blankly at the empty street.
The crater left by the Hulk is still there, but the body is gone, and even the bloodstains seem to have been cleaned up—perhaps the voice heard during the last return took the body away?
"Could it be... that it was devoured by the survivors of the apocalypse?" Ian had seen some apocalyptic movies before, and just as he was imagining a group of survivors having a BBQ around the Hulk's corpse...
"Raise your hands and state your identity and background!"
Suddenly.
A clear, crisp female voice came from behind.
With a degree of wariness.
Ian quickly got up from the ground, patted the dirt off his butt, and turned to look behind him. He saw a tall girl standing not far away.
The girl has a curvy figure.
Black leather pants accentuated her long, slender legs, and she wore a tight-fitting tactical vest. In her hand, she held a cool-looking gun, its muzzle steadily aimed at the boy not far away.
This really excited the boy.
His eyes lit up when he saw the gun in the other person's hand.
This is a great opportunity to gain experience in the [Student] profession!
"Look! My hand's in my pocket! Can't you be a little more professional? Don't you know America's traditions? At a time like this, you should be emptying my magazine right in front of me!"
Ian's gaze reflected the other's figure.
The girl had damnably large breasts.
They weighed at least several kilograms. Ian actually admired that physique, but he would have preferred that weight to be used to carry a full magazine.
"?????"
The girl was clearly taken aback when she heard Ian's words. She thought Ian was provoking her. After regaining her senses, she frowned and warned Ian in a serious tone.
"I'm not kidding you."
talking.
The girl slightly tilted the gun, aiming it at the ground beside Ian, and pulled the trigger, preparing to give Ian a hard time. However, what happened next was exactly what she hadn't expected.
"Hey~"
A red light flashed by.
They had originally only aimed at the open space next to Ian.
Unexpectedly, Ian lunged at the red light, his hands reaching out in the air as he tried to catch the "bullet" that was supposed to miss him!
The girl was deeply shocked by this.
[You attempted to learn how to catch bullets by hand. Although the practical learning failed, you did learn some dangerous techniques. [Student] Professional Experience +5]
Ian is very fast.
However, he was unable to achieve his first success.
I got nowhere.
Ian was very embarrassed.
He squeezed his hand, which he had failed to catch the bullet.
"Uh, I'm just a bit rusty. I used to be really good at handling bullets with my bare hands." Ian liked to tell a little white lie, and he thought that the bright forehead of the planet devourer in the sky was affecting his performance.
otherwise.
Even with physical abilities eight times that of an average person, you still can't catch a bullet?
That's not scientific!
"Please wait for me, thank you." Ian gestured for the bewildered girl to stop, then turned and rushed toward a frozen car parked on the side of the road.
Pure violence.
It's the simplest way to open the door.
"Clang!"
"That's not it……"
"Crack!"
"It's not..."
at last.
After searching through several abandoned cars, Ian finally found what he wanted—a pair of sunglasses.
"Give me another chance?"
Ian adjusted his state, trying to resonate with the protagonist of The Matrix.
"..."
The girl watching Ian's actions had a strange look in her eyes.
“This is a laser gun…it doesn’t fire bullets.” She said quietly, which made Ian understand why he hadn’t been able to catch the bullet, and his experience points had increased significantly.
It turns out the difficulty has been increased.
This makes sense now.
of course.
Even after realizing the truth, Ian was still unwilling to give up.
“I don’t believe you unless you shoot me again so I can’t keep up the act.” Ian was very interested in all the lasers in the other’s magazine, so he decided to use the classic tactic of feigning indifference.
just.
His attempt to provoke him failed to work.
The girl looked at him.
Rolled his eyes.
immediately.
He took out a walkie-talkie.
“Betty, this is Gwen… I’ve caught the person who can teleport, but his thinking seems a bit off. I need a doctor to come and help me with the evaluation.”
"Let's see if he's gone mad like those superheroes of the past."
The girl is calling for her accomplices.
Ian was surprised by the name the other person mentioned when referring to himself.
just.
He was more concerned about the girl's misunderstanding of him.
“I’m not crazy, and I don’t need to change my therapist.” Ian knew his therapist was a real madman, but he still felt he shouldn’t look down on Dr. Hannibal.
after all.
The drugs Dr. Hannibal used were really potent.
Chapter 57 The Last Superhero
Faced with Ian's explanation.
The girl named Gwen ignored her.
"Gwen Stacy?"
Ian tentatively asked.
"Ok?"
The other person seemed somewhat surprised, clearly Ian had guessed correctly. Sure enough, this was the girl that Spider-Man Peter Parker's entire line of generations had failed to sleep with.
"Do you recognize me? Have we met before?" The girl, Gwen, looked Ian up and down, her expression confused, as if trying to recall if she had ever seen Ian before.
"No, I've only heard about you... and the Spider-Man story. You just said that all the former superheroes went crazy, can you tell me what happened?"
Ian wanted to seize the opportunity to get some information out of him.
"I woke up and the world was like this." He told another little lie; after all, it was much easier to fabricate a story of being cursed and slumbering for a long time than to explain that he came from another world. Don't underestimate a writer—no, he already had a bestseller coming out soon, and Ian felt he deserved the title of writer.
"Spider-Man, huh?"
Gwen seemed uninterested in Ian's "story," which disappointed Ian. She looked somewhat sad, as if recalling some painful memories.
"There's no Spider-Man in this world anymore." The girl sighed heavily, her eyes filled with melancholy, and she looked down at her fair right hand, which was holding a gun.
She slightly bent her wrist.