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Under the dim light of the desk lamp, Jonathan sat at his desk, his fingers gently turning the pages of the eerie notebook—he had a feeling of being watched, but when he looked around, he couldn't see anything.
The room was empty, the wardrobe was closed, the curtains were still, and even the shadows lay quietly on the floor. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but the feeling of being watched lingered.
It was as if something was standing right in front of him, yet refusing to be detected by his senses, which made Jonathan feel uneasy. He quickly threw the notebook he had picked up to observe back onto the desk.
"This is weird..."
Jonathan planned to throw the notebook away tomorrow. As he lay back down on the bed, he looked around again to make sure there was no one else in his room.
The feeling of being watched gradually faded, which allowed Jonathan to fall into a deep sleep again—outside the window, the moonlight was broken by the clouds, casting dappled shadows on the wooden desk.
The black notebook lay there quietly.
Countless dark red tentacles slowly extended from it, seemingly out of place in reality, existing only in an invisible world, unobservable and unseen by normal vision.
Information is being sensed and read.
The air in the room began to tremble, the shadows on the walls wriggled like living things, and the wrinkles in the sheets deepened for no reason, but Jonathan simply turned over in his sleep.
This strange phenomenon went unnoticed.
Clark did not appear either.
And right now.
Good night, sweet dreams~
【mit Rosen bedacht ~ [decorated with roses]】
【mit Nglein besteckt ~ [adorned with lilacs]】
【schlupf' unter die Deck~ (to crawl into bed)
outside the window.
Hellcat's radio suddenly started playing the very famous German lullaby.
It did not disturb people's sweet dreams.
but.
this moment.
The tentacles that had tentatively emerged from the black notebook seemed startled by the sudden sound and retracted back into the notebook.
It was as if nothing had happened.
The room returned to quiet and peacefulness.
Maybe.
They are afraid of being discovered.
I don't want to be noticed.
The erosion of one world by another must be done silently. Therefore, this nascent force could only cower back in the notebooks used to conceal itself.
Such behavior is clearly very strange.
It's as if some kind of evil, unwilling to be discovered, is using seemingly harmless shells to conceal its darker, deeper, and more sinister nature.
……
Nightmare world.
Marvel Universe.
Ian slowly opened his eyes. He had once again crossed between universes, from the DC Universe he loved to the Marvel Universe, which might love him very much.
"You locked me invincible and still won't stop me from smuggling things across the border. You're such a hopeless crush." Ian's [Law of Unrequited Love] was still in effect. He looked down at the magical book in his hand.
The book's title was distorted the moment it entered this world, changing from "Ian's Magic Book" to "Ian's Most Beloved Magic Book".
It didn't stay with Ian for very long.
However, it seems they've grasped the essence of the technique. Ian, of course, criticizes such blatant plagiarism, but then appropriately encourages the other person to keep trying.
He felt that the change in the book's title might be related to the illusion the Minotaur had when he first experienced smuggling; the idea of having a universe inside one's body was always so easily misunderstood by demons.
"Don't worry, I'm not a dimensional demon... Don't be afraid, I don't usually eat books, in fact, I cherish them the most." Ian reassured him, and two sparkling heart symbols immediately popped up on the book's surface. They bulged out from where the yellow smiley face on the cover's eyeballs were, and Ian used all his strength to press the hearts back down.
"Damn it! Another one with a crush!"
Ian didn't have time to linger over the book in his hands, because when he looked up, he saw Planet Eater—the once towering cosmic being had now completely collapsed.
The sky once again turned the color of countless dark clouds, like a curtain soaked in inferior dye, while the planet devourer, which had been falling at an unusually slow pace, now lay flat on the ground.
The distant rumble of metal breaking echoed continuously.
"Is this someone trying to devour the gods, but accidentally forgot to call me?" Ian sprang into action, leaping dozens of meters high like a nimble rabbit after taking a few steps.
He comforted himself that he was only one level away from perfection, while using the [Ai Victory Method] to pretend he was flying. It wasn't shameful; he remembered that in the DC universe, there was a version of Superman who flew like this at the beginning.
And you know what? It's definitely faster than simply running on the snow or skating on your butt. As long as you're tough enough, you can smash your head into road signs or iron railings on tall buildings, grab them with your hands, and use the momentum to throw yourself forward a distance—that's the essence of Spider-Man.
At that moment, Ian felt that he had become a self-taught genius.
The closer to the city center.
The more Ian saw, the clearer it became.
The planet devourer—once a towering cosmic entity—now appears in its normal post-death state, its massive body stretching across the horizon like a collapsed mountain.
and.
It is being "dismembered".
Ian always felt that few people knew that the Galactus was actually made of flesh and blood, a kind of supercosmic humanoid being, rather than being born with that heavy armor.
Now, countless soldiers and researchers are crawling all over its body like ants.
That's a population of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands.
There were a lot of them. Ian had never seen so many living people in this world before. They were using laser cutters, quantum strippers, and other high-tech tools to dismantle Galactus's armor piece by piece—tools that even the top scientists in the DC Universe might not be able to name.
"Plasma cutter, supernatural splitting machine..."
As for why Ian recognized some of the tools, it's because, including the names mentioned at the beginning, they were all products of Ian guessing the names just by looking at the objects.
Purely made up.
It contains no academic content.
Anyway, it's a group of scientists who have been "resurrected" and are actually using technological creations to dismember a massive planet devourer, which is really beyond Ian's understanding of technological creations.
"As expected of Tony the Multi-Machine God!"
Ian sighed sincerely. He had already arrived near the area where Galactus had fallen, and it was clear that the guy had the assistance of the [Collectible Corpse Alliance] when he fell. Otherwise, given Galactus's size—its head alone occupied the entire city center—the city and even the surrounding area should have been reduced to ruins.
However, the area destroyed by the planet devourer was not very large.
There is clearly external intervention involved.
"This is still the state my Uncle Tun is in when he's almost starving to death." Ian did a somersault in the air, not a hundred and eighty thousand miles, but definitely a hundred and eighty meters.
He landed on a dilapidated high-rise building on the outskirts of the city center.
Look ahead.
That being, once crowned with nebulae and treading upon galaxies, now lay like a whale with its entrails ripped out in the shattered city. Its silver-purple armor was torn to shreds, revealing pale skin beneath—yes, skin. At the seams of the torn armor, faint blue veins could be seen pulsating slightly.
One research group even set up a makeshift tent and held an academic seminar around a section of exposed nerve endings. Ian thought these guys were the real lunatics.
“Gwen, Gwen, come rate me! How much do I look like Spider-Man?” Ian saw an old acquaintance, so he threw himself into the air and landed straight on Galactus’s head.
at this time.
Gwen, who was holding something in her hand, looked as if she was about to accidentally fall to the ground.
"I got you!"
Ian was overjoyed.
Because he did something that Peter Parker seemed never to be able to do.
“Has Peter Parker been cloned? I can teach him, I guarantee he’ll learn.” Ian grabbed Gwen by the back of the neck and lifted the fallen Gwen back onto Galactus’s head.
"God, how come it's you again... this crazy boy?" Gwen's neck was practically hunched over, slightly startled, but at least her spine wasn't broken.
Ian still won.
"Shouldn't you be Wonder Boy? I saved you, and instead of thanking me, you crowned me the new Spider-Man, and now you're even turning around and calling me crazy?"
Ian's eyes widened.
I feel so wronged.
Gwen patted Ian's hand hard, but the boy didn't let go of the back of her neck. She could feel that his strength seemed to be increasing explosively every time they met.
"Didn't you show me your mental illness certificate yourself?"
Gwen rolled her eyes, speechless.
"Oh, that's right."
Ian immediately stopped feeling aggrieved. Perhaps, according to his theory of relativity, the grievances were mostly transferred to Gwen, who looked utterly hopeless as Ian pinched her like a cat.
"Also, since you didn't save me, is it possible that I just wanted to jump down and die?" It's hard to imagine what kind of mental state Gwen must be in to say something so indifferent to life and death.
Perhaps it's because they prioritize efficiency?
She pointed to several huge square machines not far away, which were continuously "printing" new bodies—flesh, bones, and uniforms were all formed in five seconds.
"Oh fine."
Ian seemed to understand something. He looked at Gwen's hand, where she was wearing a special glove that allowed her to hold a golden Infinity Stone that symbolized mental power.
"You stole it from my Uncle Tun?"
Ian looked around. The Galactus's head was intact, and he couldn't find any place to pry off the gems. The only thing they could explore was the two holes on the face of the Galactus they were standing on.
It's the nostrils.
Even the mouth doesn't count.
Because the Galactus's mouth is tightly closed.
“This is called retrieval… Put me down quickly, energy is limited, resources are limited, this glove won’t last much longer.” Gwen’s glove did indeed show signs of cracking.