[Zongyingmi] You are all my father

Three suspects chasing son

This topic sounds very heavy.

Chandra knows that he should hide the truth, just like The Machine, the super existence of this world, hides everything that should not be said, so as not to be unexplainable-he is not actually a person of this world, he is not an existence of this universe .

There are many universes, many worlds, and sometimes a slight turn at a node will create a new universe. Chandra was originally a person in another universe, an orphan, and a mage living in Kama Taj, Nepal.

Speaking of it, it’s a bit fantasy, and it’s also a bit magical. Karma Taj itself is a place that is not easy to define. It exists in the world and is free from reality.In the words of Vishanti's Big Three, it's called "workplace", but if it's his partner, the guy named "Doctor Strange" or "Legendary" it's a "place of love" —whatever, as long as they don't say it's "a place where the grain is owed," he doesn't object.

Anyway, Chandra was originally practicing in that place, until one day, Dormammu in the Dark Realm was dragged into reality by another partner of his, and then he died in that battle.

At that time, he, who had always been a mage but did not believe in the existence of souls, finally knew that souls did exist.Then he went to Vishanti and met the three sources of magic, also known as the Big Three.

But... it makes sense, he, the mage who won the title of the most beautiful mage in Kama Taj every year, just died like this, is there any reason? !

So, just as he was getting into a fight with the Big Three... the Big Three dropped him into a world full of tragedy - the X-Men... oh no, they were all dead when he arrived.

Don't ask him how he knew, after he fell in, he was positioned by an almost bald old man. The old man's head was so charming that he wished he could swim in it... Then, he was really lost in it.

He saw so many... So many, so many people, in the old man's mind, he saw them, they seemed to be alive, but they were actually dead, they lived in the old man's mind, but died in this world, they Words, their actions, each of their smiles is very real, but after the truth there is only sadness.

That's when Chandra realized the old man was a telepath—or more.

Then he went through the most painful week in the old man's head - the old man died, he came out of his head, saw the old man with the young child, the man died too, the child went with another group of children, all the way Heading north...but will they survive?

Just when he wanted to show up to help them, he was taken away from this world by the Big Three again.

So, he became what he is now.

He has to reverse the tragedy of this world, so that he can get more reasons and points to negotiate with those three non-human things-he likes the old man, the old thing in his twilight years, and young children...he likes them , he hates death... the tragedy that happened to him doesn't seem to be a big deal, as long as their tragedy can be reversed, then death...he is not afraid of it.

After all, he has a soul.

So, he's sitting here with this group of men and women -- funny, they're really "men" and "female" -- literally, Chandra is a mage and a legend The "Great Magister" - it means that he has never been in a relationship, even though he is actually not young, but he has never been in a relationship, and he came to this world at the age of only seven years old. The one named Harold is the father. However, the four people facing him are Harold and John, and Root and Samion.

Don't ask him how he knows, he just knows!

In fact, The Machine had told him.

When the mage Chandra was thinking about those interesting things in his mind, his new father Harold walked over quickly, hugged him off the table, and said to him earnestly: "Sit down Not a very polite thing at the table, Chandra—your name is Chandra, isn't it?"

Chandra nodded awkwardly.

In fact, he just wanted to integrate into the American environment-it is said that Americans are informal, and he just wanted to give it a try.Except for that companion named Strange, he really has very little contact with Americans - after all, he is so beautiful, too much contact with people will give them unrealistic fantasies, Chandra has always Is a very kind person.

"Don't be embarrassed, boy." Harold suddenly felt guilty. "It's my fault. It happened more urgently, you didn't have time to learn those things...I mean, some common sense, it's not your fault , boy," Harold looked heartbroken as he said this, his lips trembling as if Chandra was really his own son, "I'll teach you, boy, I I will..." There was a long silence.

Root broke the silence: "He's not The Machine, Harold."

"Of course he isn't." Reese walked over and put his hand on Harold's shoulder, "The Machine is a girl, he is a boy."

Harold nodded, seeming to accept it fairly well.

I have to admit that when a person creates a life, even if he refuses to admit that it is a life with emotion and intelligence, when he really wants to reject it, his heart will still ache.

Chandra looked at Harold sympathetically—his life here had been a lie, it had to be said, but he hoped the lie would lead to a happy ending.

"You are really too delicate." Samion stood aside and watched for a while, and finally decided to break this embarrassing situation. At this time, only a sledgehammer can make everything normal—God, two Can you please relax a little bit more?

"Didn't this child be Harold's son? You're all thinking too much, let's keep it simple." She walked up to Chandra, gasped for breath full of psychological obstacles, squatted down, and asked, "Now , tell me, who is your mother?"

Harold's face was flushed by the simple and rough Samion.

Chandra opened his mouth, and after a while, he whispered, "I'm not a normal life form...I was created by The Machine."

"Does she have this function?" Samion turned his head and looked at Harold—after all, he was the maker of The Machine.

"Maybe..." Harold didn't dare to deny it directly.

Chandra said: "This is a special way of dealing with it. I'm not a robot. It can be said that my body is dead, brain dead, and then TheMachine copied a part of herself and stuffed this part into me. My brain, and my ability—you see, is the ability to escape faster, which belongs to me.” He raised his eyebrows, as if to explain, but didn’t say anything specifically.

"Oh!" Root yelled, "Maybe it's a dark experiment by the government!" She was behind The Machine, so of course she would help them cover.

Samien tilted his head in doubt: "Although I haven't heard of similar experiments...but it's scary."

"Hmm..." Harold had already believed it. "Very scary."