All the superheroes I played are revived [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Dormammu's space is dead and barren.After the space-time cycle brought by Doctor Strange was broken, the unchanging eternity was restored here, and time lost its meaning again.

"Another...a warrior from Earth..." Dormammu spoke slowly, with great anger, "How dare you...a group of despicable ants...who gave you the guts...again and again challenge the dark dimension..."

"Uh...can you speak faster?" Dan dodged a thing that looked like bacteria under a microscope, with pits and long and cumbersome links, feeling that everything here made living people feel physically uncomfortable.

So far, he hasn't seen any signs of living people. Could it be that the intruder who stole the Eye of Agamotto has also turned into a mummy floating in this chaotic space?

"How dare you be so rude to the great master of the dark dimension!" A hoarse voice came from above Dan's head.Like a lizard, the person who made the sound twisted its limbs into angles that normal people could not reach, clinging tightly to the star that looked like a fat ball above Dan's head, with red eyes and a scorched half-black body, Already lost its human appearance.

Dan hadn't had this retching feeling for a long time, he covered his hood to avoid the sharp claws that the disgusting body grabbed at him: "Stay away from me!"

The intruder, who had been eroded by Dormammu's power, let out a horrible sneer that made the scalp tingle. He—or it, raised his body with his forelimbs, and the Eye of Agamotto on his chest jumped into it. Dan's line of sight: "Irreverent—in the name of Master Dormammu, the glory of the ruler of the dark dimension will not allow anyone to slander! You will be trapped in the loop of time forever! Until death!"

It raised its forelegs, and its ugly, mutated claws made a gesture of activating the Eye of Agamotto. Dormammu's power drove the pendant to open the eyes, revealing the green gemstones inside.

Dan watched helplessly as the scorched corpse stretched out his hand to touch the gemstone, and the gemstone was immediately stained with black and unknown objects.His scalp was numb for a while, he quickly prayed the prayer words in his memory, gritted his teeth and turned around, ignoring the charred corpse that activated the Time Stone at him, and went straight to the huge head in the void, he raised his hand, The ugly voice behind jumped and cursed in disbelief, teleported to the top of Dormammu's head, and pressed Dormammu's forehead with a palm.

The power of devouring is surging in his palm. If he is willing, he can suck up Dormammu's power like he did countless times before, and finally this guy will become a powerless little bird , but before Dormammu's power poured into his palm, Dan hesitated suddenly.

... If he is not affected by time and causal lines as Strange said, then he is indeed blessed by God...?

The advantage brought by the speed beyond the reaction limit was wiped out in this hesitation. Dormammu raised his head angrily, and the scorched corpse who was still screaming "Why can you resist the time gem" also rushed forward screaming, huge The power from the whole dimension crushed Dan, who was insignificant compared with Dormammu, and the angry magic flame burst out from under Dormammu's skin, and rushed to Dan above his head.

"Father, you are the all-knowing and all-powerful God, and you are the just God. You who obey the Holy Spirit make him eternal, and you who rebel against virtue corrupt him. Bless me—if this man is guilty, please punish him ;If this person has been tempted by Satan, please expel him!"

Before the tongue of fire was about to burn Dan's palm, before the pouring force crushed Dan's body, a pair of hands bigger than everything stretched out from the dark void, and imprisoned Dormammu between them.

"All evil should be eradicated, and all loss should be resurrected."

An old voice like the rustling of the pages of a book echoed in the dark space.

All the long-chain stars floating in the dark space began to vibrate, and they flew into the distance at the same time. The space that was originally full of decay and chaos returned to pure chaotic darkness. Dormammu roared angrily in those big hands, asking The name of the intervener.

"...Oh...my...God...?" Dan was suspended in the air, watching the hands lightly folded together, eliminating Dormammu and those accomplices he recruited, and then disappeared without a trace, the whole head It was all empty, floating in the air in shock for an unknown amount of time, until the Eye of Agamotto floated beside him and hit his arm, and then he reacted and lowered his head.

The filth that was originally attached to the time gem has disappeared completely.

The entire dark space was empty, without a single sound, just like in his dream.

Dan swallowed, and the sound of swallowing was especially loud in the silent darkness.

He just wanted to try it, and he had even prepared a follow-up plan: if it didn't work, he would immediately pounce on that accomplice and take away the Eye of Agamotto, then suck Dormammu dry, and take him back to the castle to lock him up. basement.

He didn't have much hope at all, at most he was a little curious, but...

"God, god... this... this is true..." Dan felt numb all over his body, jumped up in the air suddenly, turned around and beat his robe like a jellyfish being chased by something. The horn rushed out of the crack like a cannonball, and hit Loki, who was squinting his eyes half-closed below the crack, trying to see what happened inside.

"...Och." Loki slowed down for a while, stood up, looked at the black jellyfish lying on his stomach, and raised his hand to pick up the opponent's hood, "What's the matter, why do you look so flustered—there's an accident ?” Loki’s eyes froze.

According to common sense, it is absolutely impossible for Dormammu to pose any threat to Dan, but Dan's reaction at this time is really abnormal, why is he trembling all over?

Dan raised his head abruptly, a look of wanting to laugh mixed with a shocked and unbelievable expression on his face: "It's true, it's true! I prayed just now, and God answered me, He—I mean, Those hands—no, God eliminated Dormammu, and said that all the planets swallowed by Dormammu will be resurrected!"

"...O...K...?" Loki squeezed his chin back. "Are you... sure that's God? I mean, God, um, God the Most High?"

"Of course, otherwise, who else could it be?" Dan floated up excitedly, scurrying around the room, his black cloak fluttering around the corners of his skirt, "Oh, I'm really the Holy See Holy See!" Son, God, God really came to let me plunge into darkness, to balance light and darkness!"

"...??" Loki's face wrinkled, as if he had heard something that confused him.He was still sitting on the ground in the posture of being knocked down by Dan, looked up at Doctor Strange, and showed a questioning expression of "you know what's going on".

Doctor Strange was equally bewildered.

Loki withdrew his gaze, stood up, pulled Dan who was living in the room and was circling quickly, and dragged him back to him: "Dan, calm down, when we talked before, didn't you just say that it doesn't matter who you are? ?Maybe at this time, you can help the mages restore the temple first, or help the wounded—" Loki stuffed the Eye of Agamotto in Dan's hand back into the sluggish Strange's hand, "We'll see you later Talk about it."

"Uh, later? That's God, I mean—you're really not interested in this?" Dan was pushed all the way into the mage pile by Loki.

"You can talk to them first—then we'll listen to the perfect version." Doctor Strange pushed Dan and the mages out of the door, opened the mirror world, wrapped himself and Loki in it, and ensured the conversation between the two of them Will not be heard by a third person.

"—This is so strange, why would God intervene in this matter? Dormammu is not even under His jurisdiction, or the dark space that accepts Dormammu, otherwise He should have taken action." Doctor Strange paced back and forth. .

"It was Dan's prayer that made God appear." Loki looked at Doctor Strange coldly, "Can you stop this behavior like a headless chicken?"

"I don't like this kind of situation. I'm more used to only dealing with one number one enemy at a time. Seriously, that one alone is enough to kill, and there is another... God who intervenes?" Doctor Strange stopped Bu Zi, "Dan's prayer is indeed equivalent to granting permission to God, but even so, shouldn't God meddle in Dan's business?"

"What prayers and blessings I said, you and I both know that I just don't want Dan to find out that he can transcend karma—that is too suspicious, and he will soon realize his identity. Originally, as planned, Dan should have just entered the dark dimension, dealt with Dormammu, come out, and it's over—even if he prayed, God should ignore it, but why did God choose to take action?"

Loki gave Doctor Strange a "you ask me who I ask" look: "I have a bad feeling." He squinted his eyes and thought for a while, "Wait, you said all this, will God Intervened too?"

The more Loki thought about it, the more he felt it was possible: "Otherwise, why did the superheroes collapse when they fought against Dade Star, almost only Hank and Batman were counted, but Dan happened to bump into Batman, and Batman was still fighting for Dan. And dying, let Dan never forget about this, even unconsciously..." Loki paused, and after a few seconds, he skipped that word angrily and continued, "Building a small world."

"...Are you serious?" Doctor Strange lowered his eyelids, "If it's really to take advantage of Dan's amnesia and make Dan lean towards him, then he shouldn't choose Batman—even if it's Flash, Superman, or Green Lantern. Better than a bat? You think about it? Using Batman to win over Dan? Is this a win or an enemy?"

"With Batman's character, not to mention that the future and Dan left the universe, he just left Gotham..." Doctor Strange paused for a while and thought, "Did you see that he didn't go on night patrol after he recovered? That guy is A Gotham Control! If he gets married, the other party on the certificate must be Ms. Gotham. Want to tie Dan up with Batman?... No, it's impossible. Batman won't give up Gotham for anyone. "

"...well, that's a tenable argument. So it's just a coincidence?" Loki looked at Doctor Strange who started circling again, "...can't you just stand still?"

"It's weird, it doesn't make sense. They shouldn't be meddling with each other...what is it for?" Doctor Strange was immersed in his own world.

"What does God want?"

When the two smart people shared their conspiracy theory conjectures with each other, Dan, who felt excluded, sat pitifully next to Thor, grabbing the wool pad under the castle: "I thought this matter would Fantastic."

Thor is on the top of Xiao Krypton's head, sliding his short limbs to pat the dog's hair, with an intoxicated expression: "Our father is Odin, the king of the gods, I am the Thor of Asgard, and Loki is a prankster of Asgard. With the god of lies—God?" Little Thunder God showed an exaggerated expression, "That's not normal."

"So, is your father as powerful as God?" Dan tilted his head.

Clark tried to pretend that he didn't exist, sat on the sofa far away from the castle, practiced what Bat told him to "don't lie and don't talk less", and discussed in a low voice with Banner those Kryptonian, distant Super-Earth technology and knowledge.

"..." Little Thunder God was stuck in the question, and could only say vaguely: "They are all gods..."

Dan collapsed beside the little Thor, his cloak pitifully flattened on the ground: "Then you want to tell me your story, Saul?"

Little Krypton lowered his warm and fluffy head, and lay down on his stomach, resting his head on Dan's chest, blinking his docile blue eyes, and the hair on his head was tilted here and there by Little Thor.

Little Thunder God slowly restrained the relaxed expression on his face.

his story?

He was silent for a while, then slid down Xiao Krypton's fur, and sat down next to Xiao Krypton, facing the window sill full of flowering branches.

"My story...it should be very long. Everything starts from the land of Asgard..." Little Thunder God looked at the night sky that was no longer cracked and filled with stars again.

This is a story that begins with heroism and ends with tragedy.

The originally fearless hero has learned awe through tempering, learned to stop, learned to think, and learned to weigh the pros and cons.

When lies could not bring him down, nor the death of his father could make him weak, he thought he had gained strength enough to protect his subjects—even if he had stepped from the roaring warrior of the battlefield. Stepping on the bones of enemies or compatriots to the throne covered with thorns and thorns everywhere, and becoming the king who silently bears everything, so what?As long as Asgard is still there, and Asgard's subjects are still there, he is willing.

However, what he ushered in was neither hope nor glory.

It was Asgard, which was slaughtered by the dead star and blood flowed like a river.

His brother was devoured by Dead Star's weapon right behind him.

And only death greeted him.

No one could know how he felt when he opened his eyes and saw his companions who should have died.He even looked at Ye Yi and the others for a moment and thought, if they really didn't die, it might be a good thing.

Then he learned that Loki was still alive, and that all his dead companions would return in the end, the world was so gentle——

But lying on the soft bed in the old castle every night, what echoes in his ears is not the gentle evening wind, but the mournful screams of the slaughtered; what he smells at the tip of his nose is not the fragrance of flowers, but lingering bloody.

During the day, he could feel the lively hope that existed in this small body, dispelling most of his melancholy and keeping him happy like a drug addict addicted to illusion; at night, when hope followed Dan's The deep sleep gradually fell asleep, and those nightmares and memories were like an unstoppable tide, submerging him after the embankment burst.

"...Hope?" Dan was stunned for a moment when he was depressed, "Hope?"

"...Maybe it's because you were full of hope for us when you interpreted and shaped this shell? So this kind of hope entered into this shell? Just like some of you Zhongyuan people will let a child be baptized at a certain age, Accept the blessing—it’s not important." Saul realized that what he said was too deep, and he made up a few vague sentences at will, and then coughed dryly, "Anyway, thank you for doing this for me and my brother... and you will do in the future.”

"You mean stage play? Sure, it's my job, isn't it?" Dan laughed. "Of course I do."

Saul looked at Dan who was completely limped by being fooled, and his conscience was blaming himself: "..."

Dan was puzzled by Saul's eyes, so when he was about to ask, the mobile phone beside him vibrated.

"Tim?" Dan answered the phone and sat up, "Is there any new work arrangement? New publicity? By the way, the magic ball Stephen gave me is blue again, and I hope to recover before "Sea King" Thor, put on a stage play or something—"

"..." Tim was silent on the other end of the phone for a moment, his voice became hoarse, "Sometimes I wish Bruce was a workaholic."

In this way, he is not the one responsible for the baldness!

Tim took a deep breath and pushed away the pile of documents beside him: "Recently, in Gotham, many hospitals and orphanages funded by the Wayne Group have asked us to invite actors from Alliance Entertainment to their place Condolences." He rubbed his forehead a little tiredly, picked up the coffee and took a sip, only to realize that it was completely cold, "You know the state of Gotham, very few actors would agree to come to Gotham for promotion, let alone Don't say it's just condolences."

"So, your opinion is...?" Dan asked suspiciously.

Tim was silent for a moment, then put down the coffee cup in his hand: "It's not my opinion, it's your opinion. It's up to you whether you go or not."

"Go, of course. Other actors are afraid to go because they have no strength to protect themselves. Since I can guarantee my own safety, why don't I go? This is a good thing. If I want to bring hope to others, brother Tan shouldn't be off the list." Dan laughed, "I think this Thor stage play is a good opportunity, I also talked to Bat... and Bruce at the birthday party before, I hope To be able to go on a free charity tour and bring some joy to people in orphanages or retirement homes. I think now is the perfect time to do it."

"Very good. I'll have someone take care of the script for the play right away—" Tim paused. "Thanks."

Dan: "Huh?"

Tim looks out the glass window of the Wayne Corporation building, lights flickering: "Gotham. It's easy to bring her despair. It's hard to bring her hope."

On the Wayne Tower in the distance, there is a black figure standing silently on the top, with a wide cloak silently fluttering, and the darkness spreads down from there, blending into the streets and alleys.Soon, the siren whistled across Gotham's night road, turned around a few times and then turned back to the gate of the police station. A group of prisoners with bruised noses and faces were tied tightly and thrown under the steps of the police station.

"—It's not easy to bring despair to her now." Tim laughed.

He suddenly felt that the coffee in his hand was not so cold, but rather warm and cool.

"See you in Gotham."

Before Dan could reply, the call hung up.He held up the phone suspiciously, thinking that Tim's tone just now sounded quite pleasant, and there should be no problem, so he didn't call back.

Dan cast his kind eyes on the Arkham villains in the castle who turned back into Lego villains again due to exhaustion of energy, stretched out his fingers and touched the mat holding his own, and shouted "emergency" to him in a very aggrieved manner. LEGO Harley Quinn's head: "Have you ever heard an old Eastern tale?"

Harley Quinn: "..."

Harley Quinn: "No—but my mattress is broken!" Lego Harley Quinn groans, "My ponytail is too pointy. Well, I'm ready for a story."

"Clap!"

"Clap!"

The windows on both sides of Lego Harley Quinn quickly opened.

LEGO Joker and LEGO Penguin huddled against the window air wall:

"A story no clown will miss!"

"It's been a long time since I gave my penguin cubs a story."

Dan casually recruited vines by the window to repair the holed cushions of Harley Quinn: "This story...is called Gourd Baby Saving Lord, no, it's called Gourd Baby..."

I don't know which gourd baby he will receive when he goes to Gotham this time?

Dan smiled expectantly.

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Regarding efficiency, no one can deny the excellence of the Bat family in this regard.The idea of ​​Thor's stage play was only mentioned to Tim once, and on the afternoon of the third day, Tim sent the first draft of the script.

People probably have this feeling: when everyone around them is fast, they will subconsciously speed up, otherwise there will be a sense of threat of falling behind.Dan was in such a state. During the long filming period of "Doctor Strange", he was almost getting used to the pace of life of mages. Tim's efficiency was mentioned, and the anxiety and sense of urgency he hadn't seen for a long time finally returned. Woke up...for a little bit.

At least he has begun to guide Rocky, who strongly demands to appear in his true colors, to start training in stage performances.

This is not an easy job, considering that His Royal Highness the prince of Asgard has no acting experience at all, at most he just enjoys watching off stage-plus he always takes the opportunity to make trouble.

Little Thunder God has never left the castle, otherwise he would see Loki pretending that his movements were not standard and ask Dan to adjust him and then take the opportunity to flirt. withered.

The stage play of "Thor" is not as fast as expected. In fact, it is almost impossible to organize a formal performance in Gotham, especially when I heard that Dan is planning to do a face orphanage. During the charity performance with hospital patients, the police almost wanted to call Dan on the spot to ask if Dan had a problem with his mind or if his life was not satisfactory.

This matter quickly attracted the attention of all parties in Gotham. If it weren't for the protection of the Wayne Group, I am afraid that this matter would not even be able to be implemented in Gotham.

In view of this, this stage play has been delayed until the completion of "Doctor Strange", and it was not even finalized on the day of its global release.

At midnight in the morning, it is the first screening of "Doctor Strange"; at [-] o'clock in the evening, it is the first tour of "Thor".

This arrangement is quite interesting for Dan, because this time watching "Doctor Strange", although it is still not in a movie theater, there are many more people gathered around him than at the Spider Base last time, especially this time. There will also be a sweet little Rocky who can be hugged as a pillow.

Sweet little Rocky: "..."

Why on earth did Tony Stark bring something like a cotton candy machine when he came to guard the castle.

Why on earth, he wants to get close to that thing when the other party is showing off.

Why exactly, the Marshmallow Chance explodes when he gets close! !

Even when he exploded, he was still in a three-headed state so that the cute bastard could go to bed and take a nap with Dan!

After washing it several times, Loki felt that the candy on his body was still sticky, with a dark face, and glared at Tony who was sharing the last surviving marshmallow with the other little ones.

"Let me see. 59:58:59, [-] seconds..." Tony raised his arm and glanced at his watch.

The AI ​​butler precisely pinched the point and played the video.

Synchronized with them are the audiences in large and small movie theaters all over the world.

When watching "Captain America" ​​at the Spider Base last time, Dan didn't have much expectations, so now that Dan thinks about it, he feels a little sorry for Captain America——with his state of mind at the time, he must have failed to capture all of Captain America. The good and the virtues are displayed in front of the audience.This time "Doctor Strange", Dan did his best to perform, hoping to fully show the respectability and loveliness of Chaoying in front of the audience.So his expectations will of course be high for what the finished product of "Doctor Strange" will look like.

Doctor Strange, who was repairing the loopholes caused by the previous intruders in Kama Taj, gradually felt some kind of mysterious connection, which made him stop his movements.

The magic floating cloak that was hanging quietly behind his back trembled a little, and then trembled even more.

"Mage?" The long-haired mage patted Steve on the shoulder suspiciously.

"I remember the movie was released today?" Doctor Strange asked, looking down at the Eye of Agamotto, which suddenly glowed golden.

The long-haired mage stared vigilantly at the suddenly strange Eye of Agamotto: "Yes. Mage, what's going on?"

"Humm." The magic levitation cloak behind Doctor Strange lifted him up, and he sat cross-legged in the air, "Who knows. Maybe it's a good thing—shh."

Doctor Strange closed his eyes, stopped the long-haired mage from asking, and murmured: "I feel... the call from Emperor Weishan."

The pure power is extracted from the eyes of Agamotto, and the magic weapon that originally restrained the time gem has become a water pump. his chest.

"Feel it..."

Someone whispered in his ear.

"It's not power, it's the river. You can't catch it, but you can catch the marks it has carved on every stone."

Stephen's soul was immersed in the flowing river of time.He opened his eyes in a whisper, and under the countless streams that flowed away, in the deeper depths, there were unknown shadows buried.

"Feel it, that's where the real power is."

He sank to the bottom of the river and picked up a seemingly ordinary stone.

The ancient text rolled over the stone quickly, pouring into the soul along his hand.

Next to Stephen's body in a state of out-of-body state, the long-haired mage watched Stephen's state closely and anxiously.

What he felt was connected with the people who had gathered in the London temple to enjoy the movie.

At the beginning, there was nothing. Everyone was either eating popcorn, or complaining about how annoying Stephen was at the beginning. After watching, they were shocked to see Dan's black cloak surrounded by him suddenly bulging. Stretching out his hand to hold Dan's shoulder, Dan fell straight backwards as if suddenly dead due to overload of ability.

This is a newly unsealed memory.

Dan realized this when he opened his eyes and saw the stained windows of the church and the old dome that he had never seen before, but was inexplicably familiar.

"Don't...kill me..." A weak and hoarse voice came from below.

Dan lowered his head and saw a tattered figure with a purple plaid hood and cloak, who was lying on the ground, saying to the old pastor who was holding up a holy golden cross in front of him.

"Heavenly Father is merciful, I just want to heal you." The old pastor half-kneeled and half-squatted down, with the cross hanging on the top of the hood, "Oh... my child. Why did you become like this."

He reached out and turned over the figure lying prone on the church floor, looking at the nothingness under the hood: "I can feel fear from you."

"I...have no fear..." The hood moved.

"I smell the breath of death. Are you afraid of death? You shouldn't be afraid." The old priest raised his hand and reached into the void under the hood, "You were injured? Don't remember? You have only experienced battle, right?" ? I touched blood."

"I...don't have...blood..." Hood tilted his head in confusion.

"Okay, you still remember this." The old priest withdrew his hand and shrugged: "This is just a metaphor, understand? Now let me help you change into something more decent. This is in my church, you can't wear it like an evil creature."

The old pastor calmly picked up the wounded man who was obviously very suspicious on the ground and seemed incompatible with the holy light of the church, moved the man to the prayer platform, and randomly pulled out a pure white hooded cloak from under the prayer platform. When he was about to help change clothes, he saw the hood's resistance to the pure white cloak.

Even the black energy escaping from the wound was desperately drifting in the opposite direction.

"Oh, you don't like it." The old pastor stuffed the white cloak back, pulled out a black one, and shook it open to show the hood, "How about this one?"

"..." Dan subconsciously looked down at the black cloak on his body.

"That's right, you can't be dressed in rags in my church." The old pastor removed the remaining fabric from the hood, and looked at the black mist covering the opponent's body without changing his expression, stretched out his hands, Putting the black cloak on the black mist, "Next, let us give you a new look."

"...Why do I have to change to a new look." The black hood protested weakly. The cross that had been hanging above his head finally exhausted its last trace of strength, and it clicked to the ground to extinguish the holy light.

"Okay, then let me ask you, why do you wrap yourself in black mist?" The old priest looked at the black hood with a penetrating look unique to the elders, "You also feel that you are here. Out of place, isn't it? But the black mist doesn't look much better."

"Let me think about it," the old pastor picked up the cross on the ground, shook the ashes indifferently, and lifted it up again, and the dome of the church cast down strands of holy light, "You should be more perfect than the creation—— Oh wait, maybe you'll want to do this yourself."

The old pastor lowered his arm and put the cross in his hand into the hand of the black hood: "After all, this is your own body."

The holy light melted into the black cloak, and Dan was shocked to see that under the holy light, the nothingness in the hood gradually revealed its edges and corners, and the familiar face of young Dan gradually took shape.In the radiance, he raised his face slightly, letting the light shine on his elf-like facial features. He was like a light elf praying under the tree of life, slender, beautiful, seemingly fragile, but in fact he just used such a This deceptive body hides the powerful and terrifying power contained within.

"Are you ready? If you want to survive here, you still have a lot to learn. I hope I can teach you one by one before your injury heals." The old pastor pulled the boy up and weakly The untenable boy stood up and muttered, "I know you're not human—so now, let's start with humans."

"Oh, don't protest, now I'm the one with the big fist here."

Dan watched the old priest recite young Dan back and forth like this, talking about all human knowledge, from the changes of mountains and seas to the changes of dynasties, the disputes and alliances of countries, the beauty and ugliness of human nature.

This is probably a very long process, until the young Dan has changed from a junior high school student who was forced to go to class to a high school student who is probably still not so gregarious, and still can't understand the "pain" and "unfortunate" that the old pastor said. What is the meaning of "farewell that will not come"--until the day of the graduation ceremony, he took off his bachelor's cap and walked back to the church boringly, but saw the falling spaceship, the roaring artillery fire, the flames burning the air and the already collapsed church.

He frantically spread his legs and rushed into the fire, and found the old priest who still had a trace of life among the broken bricks and tiles.

The old pastor has been dug out, and surrounded by people he saved and weeping for him.

Young Dan knelt down beside the old pastor, tightly holding the old pastor's hand: "I can save you, I can save you. Merciful Heavenly Father——"

"No, no, no." The old pastor shook Dan's hand back, "You can't. No one can save me. This is the trajectory of fate, and I have done what I should do. My child—— Oh, five years ago, how could I have thought that today would happen, I regard you as my own child. Dan, my dear, it is time for me to leave here and go to a farther place to wait for you. "

"No, I can save you, God can't, I can. What should I do, how should I use my ability, tell me, don't close your eyes, tell me! Tell me how I can restore my memory!" The teenager Dan supported the old pastor's face with his other hand, his pain made his volume uncontrollably amplified, with a little hoarseness, making the people around who were weeping in low voices cast their gazes.

"No, you can't. Dan, you can't recover." The old pastor shook his head. "You have to wait, wait..."

"What are you waiting for?! Waiting for you to meet God?!" the boy Dan screamed angrily.

"Cough, ha, cough, cough!" The old pastor actually showed an expression of uncontrollable laughter, his laughter was interrupted by coughing, "No."

"You wait for hope."

The old pastor raised his hand and lightly rested his fingers on young Dan's chest: "It's right here..."

"Did you hear that?" The old pastor grabbed Dan's hand so hard that he even raised his upper body slightly: "Not only can you not recover your memory, you have to lock it even tighter and deeper—but trust me, dear."

"What you're waiting for isn't just getting by, it's an inevitable opportunity, it's a new birth, it's hope."

"Your hope, my hope..."

"Lockit."

"Don't let it go. (Don't let them go)."