It is clear.
Ian hadn't gone to the wrong place.
However, he was clearly a little late.
The battle is over.
"That's normal. After all, I'm a DC person. In our world, even the fastest man is late
every day." Ian's gaze fell on the frozen square, littered with the corpses of soldiers lying
haphazardly. In the center of this mess, Gwen Stacy leaned against a crumbling wall.
She was still wearing the same combat uniform, but it had been torn open with a huge
gash, and her internal organs were spilling out of her abdominal cavity, leaving a shocking
trail on the snow.
"Hi! Gwen! Good evening!" Ian waved enthusiastically to Gwen, after all, among the
soldiers' remains scattered on the ground, she was the only one he recognized who was
still breathing.
"It's morning now..."
Gwen also saw Ian at this moment. She was speechless at this man who always
appeared and disappeared mysteriously. Even on her deathbed, she still did not forget to
correct Ian.
"For my biological clock, it's nighttime right now." Ian didn't care about the other
person's attitude. He looked around at the blood‑stained ground and was somewhat
surprised that he seemed to be quite used to it.
"What's going on here?"
Ian picked up a relatively clean gun and poked Gwen, who was leaning against the
fountain wall. Since Gwen had her eyes closed, he suspected that the girl might kick the
bucket at any moment.
of course.
Like the soldiers around him, Ian knew that Gwen could actually be "resurrected".
Don't poke my mouth!
Gwen, on the verge of death, somehow mustered the strength to grab the muzzle of
the gun Ian was thrusting at her, and then, in her weak, dying voice, cried out for help to
Ian.
"kill me."
Yes.
This is a cry for help.
Her unique physical condition allowed her to survive for an extended period, and her
vigorous vitality became a problem in itself. Ian raised an eyebrow, but before he could
speak, the demon at his waist had already taken the bait.
"He doesn't like killing; he promised his strict father." The demon head at his waist
clearly seemed to be trying to please Ian, cooperating with this dimensional demon
disguised as a human child.
however.
"Shut up!"
Ian then gave the demon's head a large pen holder.
"On the other hand, you don't necessarily have to listen to your father. For example,
my father told me to be loyal to the Three Palace Demon, but look at my current situation."
The devil changed his tune in time.
It was truly impossible for it to grasp Ian's thoughts.
"demon⋯⋯"
Gwen looked at the talking head on Ian's waist—another uncorrupted superhuman—
and a complex mix of emotions flashed across her eyes.
Looking up at Ian again, his eyes were filled with confusion.
"How could this be? All... demons... should cease to exist." Her chest heaved, as if she
were about to suffocate at any moment, yet she couldn't let go of her last breath.
"help me!"
She appealed for help again.
"Do you have to die to be resurrected? Can't there be ten, no, a hundred thousand of
you at the same time?" Ian probably realized why the other party was in such a hurry to die.
If so many Gwent could actually appear, a slightly bold idea began to emerge in his
mind.
"We are not clones."
Seeing that Ian did not take any action, Gwen could only sigh and explain, "You really
don't know anything? That's very unusual. Tony didn't record our data and memories."
"You underestimate him, you underestimate our last savior—he carries the soul of
every person in the universe, not those ethereal biological information." Gwen's hand,
which had been gripping the gun, fell back down. Her pale lips barely moved, and her voice
was as soft as a snowflake falling to the ground.
"Is this even possible? Isn't this Gwen's absolute power user plan?"
Ian was utterly astonished.
"Is that even possible? What is Gwen's Absolute Ability User Project?"
The demon's head acted as a less‑than‑perfect repeater. It wasn't intentional.
Rather, the information it heard was beyond its cognitive scope.
"I don't understand what you're saying. Now, can you kill me? You can ask Tony
about the details later. His information processing ability will definitely be able to keep up
with your thinking." Gwen's voice was pleading, making Ian, who still wanted to ask
what had happened, feel a little embarrassed.
"No problem, I've seen the movie 'The Killer,' and I'm really good at killing."
Ian made a confident guarantee and immediately took a few steps forward, squatted
down, and first tried to cover Gwen's nose and mouth with one hand.
however.
After realizing his hands weren't big enough, he threw away the laser gun he was
holding under Gwen's bewildered gaze and used both hands to carry out a "murder" on
Gwen that even Conan would shake his head at.
"Don't resist. It's no use resisting anyway. I'm definitely stronger than you now. We'll
see if you don't believe me." Ian pinched Gwen's nose with one hand and covered her
slightly open mouth with the other. This deadly technique not only stunned Gwen but also
left the Minotaur completely bewildered.
"You should break her neck."
The demon finally couldn't resist and offered his sincere advice.
"I know! But then her mouth and nose will bleed! Do you know how expensive this
dress is?" Ian still remembered how difficult it was to wash his blood‑stained clothes.
"..."
"..."
Both the demon and Gwen, whose mouth and nose were covered, were speechless at
the same time.
The girl's eyes widened.
He couldn't speak.
He could only smear some blood on his hands and start writing in the snow beside
him, "I want to die quickly... Also, you stepped on my colon!!!"
Her notes were messy.
Finally, he used three exclamation marks to express his feelings at that moment. Ian
looked down and, sure enough, found himself standing on Gwen's exposed intestines.
"A woman's mouth is a liar's mouth; this is clearly an appendix." Ian took a few
steps back and loosened his grip, which allowed Gwen, who had been holding her breath
for almost her life, to start breathing again.
"?!?!"
Gwen had run out of curse words; she hated herself for not having enough in that area.
She gritted her teeth and slowly reached her trembling fingers into her abdomen.
Rather than let this wretched boy help her, Gwen felt it would be better to end it all
herself. But just then, as if she suddenly saw something, she stopped trying to end her own
life.
"From the sky! An experimental subject!"
Gwen's weak voice was tinged with tension.
"Experimental subject?"
Ian looked up but saw nothing.
At that moment, the demon at her waist suddenly spoke again, "She's talking about
that, isn't she? It looks really beautiful. Oh, how could this wondrous dimension give birth
to such a beautiful life!"
Its tone was full of admiration.
Ian turned and looked up at the sky.
next moment.
"Oh, Father... what the hell is this?" Ian's head was buzzing, and he felt like he had
been struck by lightning. He wished he could gouge out his eyes on the spot and wash
them with disinfectant.
"Good, good! So you can't even get proper meals in the apocalypse, so you've started
playing with reassembled corpses, huh!" Ian realized that the survivors of this world
seemed to be playing with a very novel innovation.
I saw.
A strange figure hovered in mid‑air. Homelander's iconic blue uniform covered a
muscular body, but the Hulk's thick arms and legs were attached to that body.
The muscular limbs contrasted absurdly with the relatively slender torso.
Snowflakes are falling.
It melts away rapidly.
The "Piece‑to‑Piece Corpse" stared at Ian with its eyes glowing red