SUP Chapter 56: Living People in the Marvel World!

This was Ian's dream.

Perhaps it was also the "shattered and annihilated" universe that Death had mentioned. Regardless of why his experience was different from that of the crazy chef, Ian understood that he was most likely also a target "parasitized" by the Marvel universe.

It wasn't exactly unlucky.

After all, he had eaten enough cheap meals in his previous life.

Getting a little bit poisoned in this life was reasonable.

"It really doesn't matter. Even though it has parasitized me, I'm also gaining power from it. This dream and I are each taking what we need." Ian wasn't worried at all about becoming a madman like the sewage plant chef, since he couldn't hear any whispers in his ear, nor was he being influenced and bewitched by some universe's obsession.

In this deathly silent dreamscape.

Ian couldn't even find a single entity to communicate with.

He even wished there could be some whispers in his ear to communicate with him. Honestly, as a normal person, who wouldn't want a friend that others couldn't see?

How cool would that be.

"Unfortunately, I don't have that luck. My psychological problems are definitely related to being bored out of my mind here every night. If there were some unspeakable existence that could play poker with me every night, I definitely wouldn't need to see the chef doctor that Dad found for me." Ian looked up at Galactus in the clouds for a long time.

Galactus was falling very slowly.

It didn't conform to physical laws at all.

His neck was getting sore, but he still hadn't waited for the other party to actually crash into Earth.

"Wasting my emotions!" Ian wasn't in a hurry. He thought about the clear and urgent shout he had heard the last time he entered this world, just before returning. This world might still have living people... well, according to Death, they should probably be called remnants from this universe's past?

"Death, praise you, are you still there?" Ian tried praying to the goddess whose thigh he had skillfully embraced, but he didn't feel any connection between himself and the goddess. This prayer didn't even dial the wrong "phone" number to connect to Marvel's "Death" goddess.

Perhaps Marvel's first bitch was also dead.

Ian felt very regretful about this.

He had wanted to see two Death goddesses pulling each other's "hair" someday.

"No chance now, no chance... but this world definitely still has entities that can communicate, regardless of whether they're still human." Ian decided to go back to where the Hulk and Homelander's corpses had been to try his luck again.

"Even if they're remnants from the past, it won't stop me from asking what exactly happened to this universe—and inviting them to play a few rounds of Gwent with me every night."

"I'll listen to the remnant's temptations for entertainment, and the remnant will patiently play cards with me. I win twice again." Ian identified the direction and began sprinting toward the area he had visited twice before.

Very fast.

Far beyond normal humans.

However, due to the ground being too slippery, when he tried to jump over a car blocking his path, he still slipped and fell on his butt. But this didn't affect his forward speed.

"This is much faster than running!"

Ian was someone who knew how to adapt to local conditions. He used his hands as paddles and his butt as a boat, playing ice skating on the ice surface, even being able to twist his butt and drift around turns.

After all, it was a completely empty city.

He could play however he wanted without worrying about social death.

In fact, Ian thought this was actually quite fun. When his second and eldest brothers awakened steel butts that weren't afraid of wear, he also planned to invite his family to find a snowy mountain to compete together.

Using both hands and feet, Ian quickly slid himself onto the familiar street.

"Where's my big Hulk? And where's my Homelander who got his big head cut off by my moon-fang sky-piercing attack?" Ian looked at the empty street with complete bewilderment in his eyes.

The big crater smashed by the Hulk was still there, but the corpse was gone. Even the blood traces seemed to have been cleaned completely, perhaps the voice he heard during his last return had taken the corpses away?

"Could it be... they were shared as food by doomsday survivors?" Ian had seen some doomsday movies before. Just as he was imagining a group of doomsday survivors having a BBQ around the Hulk's corpse.

"Put your hands up and state your identity and origin!"

Suddenly, a clear female voice came from behind.

Carrying some vigilance, 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 had a curvaceous figure.

Black leather pants outlined her long leg lines, her upper body wore a tight tactical vest, and she held a cool-looking firearm in her hands, with the muzzle steadily aimed at the boy not far away.

This made the boy very excited.

His eyes immediately lit up when he saw the firearm in her hands.

This was a great opportunity to farm [Student] profession experience!

"Look! I put my hands in my pants pockets! Can't you be more professional? Don't you understand American tradition? This is when you should directly empty your clip at me!"

Ian's gaze reflected the girl's figure.

The girl had damn turbulent waves.

At least several pounds worth of weight. Ian actually quite appreciated such a figure, but he hoped that part of her weight was carried in fully loaded magazines.

"?????"

The girl was obviously stunned after hearing Ian's words. She thought Ian was provoking her. After coming to her senses, she frowned and issued a stern warning to Ian.

"I'm not joking with you."

Saying this, the girl slightly shifted her gun muzzle to aim at the ground beside Ian and pulled the trigger, preparing to give Ian a show of force. However, the situation that caught her completely off guard happened just like that.

"Whoosh~"

Red light streaked across.

Originally aimed only at the empty ground beside Ian.

Unexpectedly, Ian actually lunged toward the red light, his hands reaching forward desperately in the air. This guy was actually trying to catch the "bullet" that originally wouldn't hit him!

The girl was greatly shocked by this.

[You attempted to learn hand-catching bullets. Although the practical learning failed, you still grasped some death-defying techniques. [Student] profession experience +5]

Ian was very fast.

But he still couldn't achieve his first success.

Caught nothing but air.

Ian was very embarrassed.

He pinched his hand that failed to catch the bullet.

"Uh, I'm just a bit rusty. I used to be very good at catching bullets with my bare hands." Ian liked to tell little lies. He felt that Galactus's forehead in the sky was too bright and affected his performance.

Otherwise, with eight times normal human physical attributes, he couldn't catch a single bullet?

That wasn't scientific!

"Please wait for me a moment, thank you." Ian made a pause gesture to the bewildered girl. After speaking, he turned and rushed toward a frozen sedan by the roadside.

Pure violence.

Was the simplest way to open doors.

"Crash!"

"Not this one..."

"Crack!"

"Not this one either..."

Finally, after searching several scrapped cars in succession, Ian found what he wanted—a pair of sunglasses.

"Give me another chance?"

Ian adjusted his state, wanting to sync with the protagonist from The Matrix.

"..."

The girl watching Ian's series of operations had a strange look.

"This is a laser gun... it doesn't shoot bullets." She spoke quietly, also making Ian understand why he couldn't catch the bullet, and why his experience gain was more than before.

So the difficulty had been increased.

Now it was scientific.

Of course, the suddenly enlightened Ian still wasn't giving up.

"I don't believe it. Unless you shoot at me again so I can't keep being stubborn." Ian coveted all the lasers in her clip. He decided to use the most classic hard-to-get strategy.

However, his provocation method didn't successfully take effect.

The girl looked at him, rolled her eyes.

Then, she took out a walkie-talkie.

"Betty, this is Gwen... I've caught that person who can teleport instantly, but his thinking seems abnormal. I need a doctor to come assist me in evaluation."

"To see if he's become a madman like those previous superheroes."

The girl was calling for backup.

Ian was shocked by the name the girl mentioned when introducing herself.

However, he was more concerned about the girl's misunderstanding of him.

"I'm not a madman, and I don't need to change psychiatrists." Ian knew his psychiatrist was a real madman, but he still felt he shouldn't despise Dr. Hannibal.

After all, the medication at Dr. Hannibal's place was really potent.

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