Marvel's Magneto is a good guy

Deadpool can't be Thanos' opponent, Eric knows this very well, but he knows better that Thanos decided not to allow Deadpool to die.

Letting Deadpool die means pushing Deadpool to the goddess of death. Doesn't that give Deadpool an opportunity to green himself? He won't do that.

Therefore, throwing Deadpool to Thanos is safer than throwing him to the protection of the three rogue empires in the universe.

Of course, Eric didn't want Thanos to protect Deadpool, but to let him curse Deadpool.

With the strength of Thanos, it is very difficult to curse a person from death, and a huge price must be paid, which will definitely delay a lot of time.

Eric threw Deadpool into Thanos' spaceship and opened the portal directly, intending to return to Earth.

There are more than Thanos' spaceships, but only more than are gathered here. The Chitauri's spaceships are still hidden. It is difficult for the earth to defend against such a powerful invading force. He must race against time to get there. prepare for.

However, the more impatient he is, the easier it is for accidents to happen. Eric stepped into the teleporters and came out from the other side, but it was not the earth, but a library.

"We meet again, Eric" a familiar voice sounded behind him.

Eric's hair suddenly stood up, he turned around suddenly and stared directly at the man, "Loki"

That's right, it's Loki, Future Loki

How dare they look exactly the same, but Eric can still tell at a glance that this is not the Loki of his universe, but the future Loki who sealed Bor

In the future, Loki is still wearing his green robe, holding a thick book in his hand, smiling, "I gave up that name a long time ago. I would rather you call me, the God of Stories."

"God of Stories" Eric was stunned for a moment, then turned and looked around. He saw that the entire library was neatly arranged with bookshelves looking at them. Some of the bookshelves were full, some were only half filled, and some were But completely empty.

With super vision, Eric can clearly see the title of each book.

iron Man

Thor

Gods at dusk

The Avengers

Each eye-catching title made Eric feel chills running down his back.

"Don't look at that bookshelf, that's not your universe." The God of Stories waved his hand, and Eric felt that the books in front of him became a little blurry. The more he tried to see clearly, the more blurry the writing on them became.

"That's the history of what happened." Eric's throat was a little dry.

"No, it's a story." The God of Story smiled mysteriously and stepped forward. He let go of the thick book in his hand, but it didn't land on the ground. Instead, it floated in the air, following his footsteps closely.

Eric didn't know why, so he tried to sense the space gem, but found that the space gem had lost its original luster and turned into a useless stone.

"This is not my universe." Eric immediately understood that he had left his original universe. As long as the infinite stones left his universe, they would turn into stones.

"The existence here is beyond the scope of your understanding. It is on top of the multiverse." The God of Stories looked back at him and smiled slightly.

Eric was stunned for a moment and blurted out, "The Almighty Universe"

"Oh, you know a lot," the God of Stories shook his head in surprise, "Unfortunately, this is not the Almighty Universe, and the Almighty Universe is not a place, but a concept, a rule, how should I say it, according to you Our understanding is higher than the multiverse, but higher than the Almighty Universe.”

Eric nodded in understanding, "Sir, why did you bring me here?"

"You ruined my story," the God of Stories simply said, then fell silent and quickened his pace.

Eric had no choice but to follow behind, through the bookshelves, and finally came to a wide hall.

The hall is very wide and beautifully decorated. There is also a huge crystal standing in the center, which is crystal clear and constantly blooming with bright light.

The God of Story walked briskly, jumping like a child, ran to the front of the crystal, gently stroked the crystal, showing deep attachment on his face.

"This is it." Eric narrowed his eyes, always feeling that this crystal had a familiar aura, but he didn't dare to make any assumptions.

The God of Stories glanced at him without explaining, waved his hand, hid the crystal, and then moved on, coming to a place that looked like a living room.

“Sit down, tea or coffee”

"Tea, thank you." Eric sat across from the God of Stories and quickly calmed down. He couldn't get out of this place anyway, so he might as well follow this person's wishes and see what he was selling in his gourd. What medicine.

The God of Story smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to caress, and a coffee table appeared out of thin air, and there were two cups of tea on the coffee table, exuding the fragrance of tea.

Eric smelled the aroma of tea, but was stunned for a while, "This tea"

"I took it from your safe. It's such a pity to give such a good thing to you." The God of Stories was not ashamed of stealing at all. Instead, he took a sip with relish, showing a look of enjoyment.

Eric smiled helplessly and took a sip of tea. "Sir, when will you let me go back?"

"Go back." The God of Stories glanced sideways, a little dissatisfied, "Why, am I not good here? Here, you can see any story from a parallel universe."

"The golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as my own kennel. I think it is more comfortable to live in New York." Eric smiled slightly, but his tone was very firm.

The God of Stories sneered and waved his hand to summon the thick book, "You ruined my story and you still want to leave."

"What do you mean?" Eric narrowed his eyes, looking unkind.

"Why do you want to fight? You are not my opponent." The God of Stories snorted disdainfully, without even looking at him. "In every parallel universe, interesting stories are happening every moment. Every story is a book." A complete story book, which records everything in the universe until the end of the universe."

"The same is true for your universe. A brand new parallel universe is a brand new bookshelf." The God of Story suddenly stretched out his hand and a row of brand new bookshelves appeared in front of Eric. There were very few books on the bookshelf, only a few scattered books. , "I can ignore other stories, but my story must be based on the original script."

Eric immediately understood what the God of Story meant.

He came across the universe and created this new parallel universe. Because of his existence, this parallel universe is constantly deviating from the original plot. This seems to have touched some taboos of the God of Story. So what does he want to do now? Bring order out of chaos

"What do I want to do?" The God of Stories sneered, "You can stay here with me during this period."

"how long"

The God of Stories did not answer directly, but suddenly smiled evilly, "There is no role for you in the story of the New York War."