Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 237 The Expansion of Civilization

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Tony Stark stood in front of the hatch of the raft prison, looking back at the group of survivors from the zombie universe.

His gaze swept across the crowd, finally landing on the red and blue figure—Little Spider was standing at the edge of the crowd, hands on his hips, a complex smile on his young face.

Tony paused.

"If you need," he said, his voice slightly softer than before, "you can come and visit our universe. Of course, please don't bring anything dangerous."

He slightly raised the corners of his mouth, trying to make the sentence sound more relaxed.

Then, he looked at the red and blue figure.

"And you, little one." His gaze lingered a bit longer. "I'm sorry, in this universe, I might be a little ridiculously stupid. But in another universe—" He took a deep breath, "believe me."

He didn't finish speaking.

But the little spider understood what he was trying to say.

That unfinished embrace. That unspoken "I love you." Those regrets, forever irreparable, in another universe.

Spider-Man's eyes reddened slightly. He nodded, said nothing, but raised his hand and gave Tony a classic gesture—

Extend your thumb, index finger, and middle finger, and curl the other two fingers.

Spider-Man's iconic gesture.

Tony smiled.

He turned and walked toward the area where Dr. Banner was exchanging technical information.

To be honest, he really wanted to stay with them a little longer.

Putting everything else aside, Spider-Man will always be the deepest pain in his heart.

Especially the moment when he left and the other person rushed up and hugged him, those red and swollen eyes, those broken words, "I don't want to go."

Even now, he still can't forget it.

It was for this reason that he chose to join this team that raids time and space.

The good news is, they still have a chance.

The bad news is...

"Wait, what did you just say?" Tony moved closer to Dr. Banner, looking at the equipment the man was adjusting, his expression gradually becoming subtle. "Are you sure this reading is correct?"

"Of course." Bruce Banner of this universe—

Banner, who hadn't fully merged with the Hulk yet—

He adjusted his non-existent glasses on the bridge of his nose and pointed to the data on the holographic projection, "Your technology of using Pym particles to traverse the quantum realm is theoretically feasible, but there's a huge hidden danger in practice: the boundary between the quantum realm and the multiverse isn't entirely stable. If your landing point is even slightly off—"

"Would that mean we'd be transported to the wrong universe?" Tony asked.

"No." Dr. Banner shook his head, his expression serious. "Worse than that. You might be stuck between two universes. Forever."

Tony fell silent.

Okay. This trip might not be very peaceful.

In the literal sense.

The good news is that they also have experience traversing the multiverse—

While it's usually the experts like Hanlu who legally guide people through time travel, Tony's method of forcing his way through with technology is truly awesome.

But Dr. Banner seemed quite interested in the technology. After all, he was a scientist—he couldn't resist novel technologies.

"The principle behind your quantum tunnel stabilizer is..." Banner leaned close to Tony's watch, his eyes shining brightly.

"Based on the inverse resonance of Pym particles, combined with Stark Industries' pulse technology—"

"Wait, reverse resonance? Theoretically, this requires precision down to the Planck scale—"

"Therefore, I used quantum entangled states as a frame of reference—"

The two scientists started chatting as if no one else was around, their speech getting faster and faster, their gestures becoming more and more exaggerated, and occasionally they would exclaim in surprise, "Are you crazy?" or "This is a genius idea."

To be honest, Tony actually felt quite a sense of familiarity with Dr. Banner, who hadn't completely turned into the Hulk yet.

He answered whatever the other person asked, and even began to teach them how to replicate the technique step by step.

And behind them—

Captain America Steve Rogers sat stiffly in a metal chair, his hands neatly placed on his knees, his back ramrod straight.

Kind of embarrassing.

He couldn't understand the technical terms. Quantum entanglement, Planck scale, inverse resonance—he recognized each word individually, but put them together, he had absolutely no idea what they were talking about.

So he could only respond one word at a time, sitting there upright with his eyes looking straight ahead and his expression focused, just like a primary school student listening to a lecture—even though he couldn't understand anything, he had to maintain a proper posture.

Just then.

A figure sat down beside him.

Steve turned his head and saw a familiar face.

It was the young man who had given him directions earlier—John Walker.

Now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, Steve understands that this person is actually a kind person, not someone with ulterior motives as he initially thought.

"I'm sorry," Steve said, his voice steady. "Back then... I didn't listen to you."

"It's alright, Captain." His voice was calm. "I understand. It's normal—no one will believe the advice given to them by the first person they meet."

The scene was very embarrassing.

One Captain America, one Captain America (former).

The two sat side by side, their backs ramrod straight, their eyes fixed straight ahead, their postures as perfect as new recruits fresh from military training. They sat there stiffly, like two statues.

To the two Ant-Men eating pizza not far away, the scene looked extremely awkward.

"Uh..." Scott Lang from the zombie universe glanced over there, then whispered to the other Scott, "How much longer are they going to sit there?"

"I don't know." The other Scott shrugged, taking a bite of his pizza. "Maybe it's a contest to see who blinks first?"

Scott from the zombie universe grinned. He handed over the pizza and explained in a low voice, "In our world, John Walker personally ended Captain America's life—"

That was his ex, who was also his idol. Now he's seeing my idol again, and he's a little taken aback.

He paused, then added, "Calm down, it's normal. Here, try this—it's a new flavor I developed, with double the cheese and sausage."

The other Scott took the pizza, took a big, satisfying bite, and a look of contentment spread across his face.

"Thanks, buddy!" he mumbled through a mouthful of pizza. "Don't worry, our universe is mostly just missing half its population, but that's okay—once we get the Infinity Stones, we can snap our fingers and bring everything back. No worries! So easy!"

He extended his palm.

Ant-Man from the zombie universe understood and extended his palm as well.

Snapped!

The two Ant-Men gave each other a high five and grinned at the same time.

But what they didn't notice was—

At the moment of the high-five, the imaginary current inherent in the other Scott silently surged towards the Scott in the zombie universe.

This thing is inherently based on civilization.

Now, encountering a similar individual—although from another universe—doesn't stop it from subtly pulling its own concepts over a tiny bit.

The only certainty is that this is not the intention of Cold Dew itself, but simply a diffusion derived from its concept, just as grasslands and fungi cover the land.

Then--

Business as usual.

No one noticed the barely perceptible change.

"We should go," Tony's voice came from afar.

Steve stood up from his chair and gave John Walker one last look.

Their eyes met for a moment in the air, then Steve nodded and turned to leave.

Ant-Man Scott Lang is carrying a huge pile of Pym Particles given to him by Scott from the Zombie Universe, eating them as he walks.

He shoved the last piece of pizza into his mouth, chewed it hastily a few times, and then, under the urging gazes of Tony and Steve, quickly shrank and lightly jumped onto Steve's shoulder.

"Okay, let's go!" His voice came from the miniature form, tinged with excitement, "Three, two, one—"

Biu! Biu!

Ok.

It's all dubbed.

There were no special effects, no flashes, and no cool time-travel effects.

The three people simply vanished into thin air.

Only the survivors of the raft prison remained, standing there, staring at the empty air.

The little spider raised its head and gazed at the gray sky, its eyes lingering there for a long time.

At this moment.

In the cracks beyond the universe.

The Cold Dew once again roams this boundless cosmic ocean.

With each swing of his spear, he precisely intercepted countless projectiles hurtling towards the giant octopus of the universe—"trash" hurled by some angry being.

For him, these were simply matters of a single thought.

He even had time to give himself a small yawn.

"Aren't you tired?" he asked lazily, his voice echoing through the cosmic cracks. "Is it necessary to throw garbage into my universe?"

His response was an angry roar.

The being roared, and the entire crevice trembled with its fury, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

But when a multiverse has its own ruler for protection, such roars are nothing more than a shark raging in a fish tank.

It has absolutely no deterrent effect.

Hanlu didn't even bother to glance at it.

But at that moment...

Two brand-new streaks of light leaped out from his multiverse.

Under the cover of the quantum dimension, they began to traverse the cracks of the universe—that was the trajectory of Tony and his team.

The two multiverse beings who were fighting glanced at the two streaks of light at the same time, and then continued to wrestle.

joke.

It's just two ants running.

What's it to him?

But Hanlu raised an eyebrow with great interest.

In that instant, he captured his own conceptual existence within those two streaks of light—

The concept of civilization he planted seems to have been taken away a little by them.

Ok.

It doesn't matter.

who cares.

By now, Hanlu no longer harbors the same boundless anticipation for the MCU universe as she once did.

The concept of civilization he planted seems to have been taken away a little by them.

Ok.

It doesn't matter.

who cares.

By now, Hanlu no longer harbors the same boundless anticipation for the MCU universe as she once did.

It lacks both combat power and plot, and it has no conflict.

The only redeeming quality is that Loki, the god of stories, is in control of the timeline.

We can't exactly start a war with them, can we?

Thor is still their older brother.

Hanlu, completely unaware that Loki had already been taken away, was thinking about this for no reason.

But just as his concept was being pulled back into his own world by those two individuals—

In that universe.

The surface of the moon.

A successfully planted cocoon is beginning to pulsate slowly.

It took root in the lunar rock, began to grow, began to spread, and began to silently monitor everything on this blue planet as a new satellite.

at the same time.

A variant of time current flowing directly throughout the universe began to sever everything.

It draws countless individuals who never existed before, from the cracks of time, from the crevices of space, from the folds of the multiverse, slowly descending here.

Let's take a simpler example—

Anomalies from multiple universes began to coalesce into a single, more volatile universe.

Guess which universe it is?

Of course, it is our great—

It's the Avengers: Endgame universe.