SUP Chapter 79: Competing for Bigger Appetite?

Obviously, Ian hadn't found the wrong place.

He was just clearly a little late.

The battle had already ended.

"This is normal. After all, I'm a DC person, and in our world, even the fastest man alive is always late." Ian's gaze turned to the frozen square, which was littered with soldiers' corpses scattered everywhere. And in the center of this devastation, Gwen Stacy was leaning against the broken wall.

She was still wearing that battle suit, though it had been torn open with a huge gash, her internal organs spilling out from her abdominal cavity, dragging a shocking trail across the snow.

"Hi! Gwen! Good evening!" Ian enthusiastically waved at Gwen. After all, among all the soldiers' remains on the ground, she was the only one he knew who was still breathing.

"It's morning now..."

Gwen also saw Ian at this moment. She was very speechless about this man who always appeared and disappeared mysteriously. Even in her dying state, she still didn't forget to correct Ian.

"According to my biological clock, it's evening now." Ian didn't care about her attitude. He looked at the extremely bloody ground around him, somewhat amazed that he seemed quite adapted to it.

"What happened here?"

Ian picked up a relatively clean gun and poked at Gwen, who was leaning against the fountain wall. Since Gwen had closed her eyes, he suspected this girl might die at any moment.

Of course, like the surrounding soldiers, Ian knew Gwen could actually "resurrect."

"Don't poke my mouth!"

The dying Gwen somehow found the strength to grab the gun barrel Ian was poking with, then made a plea for help to Ian in a weak voice after her "last burst of energy."

"Kill me."

Yes.

This was her plea for help.

Due to her special physical constitution, she couldn't die, and her vigorous vitality had instead become a problem. Ian raised his eyebrows, but before he could speak, the demon at his waist had already spoken first.

"He doesn't like killing people. He promised his strict father." The demon's head at his waist obviously wanted to please Ian, cooperating with this dimensional demon god disguised as a human cub.

"Shut up!"

Ian gave the demon's head another big slap.

"Speaking of which, father's words don't necessarily have to be followed. Like my father told me to be loyal to Trigon, but look at my current situation."

The demon quickly changed its tune.

It really couldn't figure out Ian's thoughts.

"Demon..."

Gwen looked at the talking head at Ian's waist. Another uncorrupted supernatural individual. Several complex emotions flashed through her eyes.

Looking up at Ian again, her gaze was also full of confusion.

"How is this possible? Everyone... demons... should no longer exist." Her chest kept rising and falling, looking like she could die at any moment, but just couldn't take that last breath.

"Help me!"

She pleaded for help again.

"Do you have to die before you can resurrect? Can't ten, no, a hundred thousand of you appear at the same time?" Ian roughly understood why the other party was anxious to die.

If that many Gwens could really appear, a somewhat bold idea emerged in his mind.

"We're not clones."

Seeing that Ian wasn't moving, Gwen could only sigh and explain, "You really don't know anything. This is too abnormal. What Tony recorded wasn't our data and memories."

"You underestimate him too much, underestimate our last savior. He carries the soul of every person in the universe, not those ethereal biological information." Gwen's hand gripping the gun barrel dropped again, her pale lips barely moving, her voice as light as a snowflake falling to the ground.

"It can be done like this? Isn't this the Gwen Sister Absolute Ability User Plan?"

Ian was extremely amazed.

"It can be done like this? What is the Gwen Sister Absolute Ability User Plan?"

The demon's head served as an imperfect repeater.

It wasn't intentional.

But the information it heard exceeded its cognitive range.

"I don't understand what you're saying. Now, can you kill me? You can ask Tony himself about the specific situation later. His information processing ability will definitely keep up with your thinking." Gwen's voice was pleading, making Ian, who still wanted to ask what happened, feel a bit embarrassed.

"No problem. I've watched the movie 'The Professional.' I'm very good at killing." Making a confident promise, Ian immediately stepped forward a few steps, crouched down, and first tried to cover Gwen's nose and mouth with one hand.

After discovering his hand wasn't big enough, under Gwen's bewildered gaze, he threw away the laser gun in his hand and used both hands to implement a "murder" that would make even Conan shake his head.

"Don't resist. Actually, your resistance won't work anyway. I'm definitely stronger than you now. If you don't believe it, we can compare later." Ian pinched Gwen's nose with one hand and covered Gwen's slightly open mouth with the other. This killing technique not only stunned Gwen but also left the minotaur demon very confused.

"You should break her neck."

The demon ultimately couldn't help but give its sincere suggestion.

"I know! But then her mouth and nose would spray blood! Do you know how expensive this shirt is?" Ian still remembered how hard it was to wash his blood-stained clothes before.

"..."

"..."

Both the demon and Gwen, whose mouth and nose were covered, were simultaneously speechless.

The girl widened her eyes.

And couldn't speak.

She could only dip her hand in some blood from the ground and start writing in the snow beside her, "I want to die faster... Also, you're stepping on my colon!!!"

Her handwriting was messy.

She even used three exclamation marks at the end to express her current mood. Ian looked down and indeed found himself standing on Gwen's exposed intestines.

"Women's mouths are deceiving ghosts. This is clearly the cecum." Ian stepped back a few steps and released his hands, allowing Gwen, who had been holding her breath half to death, to start breathing again.

"?!?!"

Gwen couldn't find words to curse. She hated that her vocabulary in this area was too limited. She bit her teeth and slowly reached her trembling fingers toward her abdominal cavity.

Rather than let this hateful boy help, Gwen felt it would be better to end it herself. Just at this moment, she seemed to suddenly see something and stopped her self-termination.

"In the sky! Test subject!"

Gwen's weak voice carried tension.

"Test subject?"

Ian looked up but saw nothing.

At this time, the demon at his waist suddenly spoke, "She's talking about that, right? It looks really beautiful. Oh, can this wonderful dimension actually nurture such aesthetically pleasing life!"

Its tone was admiring.

Ian turned to look at the sky.

The next moment.

"Oh, Father above... what the hell is that thing?" Ian's head buzzed, his whole body felt struck by lightning, and he wanted to gouge out his eyeballs and wash them with disinfectant several times.

"Great great great! Can't eat good food at the end of the world, so you start playing with good corpses, right!" Ian realized that the survivors of this world seemed to be playing some very innovative game.

He saw a bizarre figure suspended in mid-air. Homelander's iconic blue uniform wrapped around a strong torso, but that body was connected to the Hulk's thick arms and legs.

Those muscled limbs formed an absurd contrast with the relatively slender torso.

The "assembled corpse" stared at Ian with glowing red eyes.

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