[Comprehensive British and American] I open a haunted house in the superhero world

Long, long ago, the world was born with the first law - destiny.

After that comes death, succubi, destruction, desire, despair and madness.

They correspond to a certain mysterious power in the universe, and are called the Endless Family.

The endless family is not a god, the god exists by faith, and the endless family is just the embodiment of certain rules.

Destiny - Freedom.

Death - life.

Dreamland - Reality.

Destruction - creation.

Crazy - sane.

Desire - hatred.

Despair - hope.

Legend has it that the endless family was once human beings, and they were the medium of the world's sustenance laws—except for fate and death.

Stephen flipped through the book in his hand, and as he read it, the expression on his face gradually became serious.

This book suddenly appeared in the temple, as if it was only for him to read at this moment.

A title was simply written on the book - "The Birth and Destruction of the Endless Family".

The first sentence after opening it is - the endless family has disappeared, when will the world create another endless family?

Then it is about the origin and development of the endless family.

When Stephen read the sentence "except fate and death", he couldn't help but paused, thought carefully, and then continued to read.

Fate and death are the foundations of the world that was first born.

Destiny symbolizes all the samsara tracks in the world. If fate dies, the world line will be broken.

Death symbolizes the cycle of all life in the world - when everything ends, death ends.

The only thing that can stop fate in this world is death.

And the only thing that can control death is fate.

But fate is often not perfect.

Death was originally a law, but because of the necessary development of the world, another self-life was separated.

Life and death are a pair of twins. They share the same body and the same fate, but they have different personalities.

Life loves the world, and he is unwilling to give death to mankind.

And death worships fate, and she insists on running the world's rules according to the arrangement of fate.

As a result, life and death have conflicts, and they are divided into two different individuals, each exercising its own ability.

Death takes away life, but life gives others the right to live.

Death thinks it is wrong to live like this, and insists on correcting him.

So they broke out a life-and-death battle, and finally life and death were defeated by fate and death, and they were forced to be sealed underground.

Life and death were once one, they had the same eyes.

But in the end they betrayed each other under the arrangement of fate.

Destiny is never perfect.

Stephen turned here, and suddenly stretched out a hand from the air, and pressed it on his book.

Startled, he looked up and a young man stood before him.

It is impossible for someone who is not recognized by the temple to enter here—unless his ability is far above the temple.

Stephen looked at this person, then looked at the book in his hand, and seemed to understand something in a trance.

"You're reading this book," the man said. "It's a good book."

"You are..." Stephen said tentatively, his whole body tensed up, ready to attack the opponent at any time, "You gave me this book?"

But the man's expression was very relaxed: "Namon Losheimlich, this is my name."

"Mysterious Nameless One," Namonros said, "This is the meaning of my name. I am death and life."

He has no name because he has no identity.

The name Death belonged to the previous Lady Death of the Endless Clan, and Namonros was just nameless—a nameless one.

This god, who should have been buried in the resurrection town, has returned here.

"I give life to the dead and give them a chance to start again." Namonros said, "But she never understands that fate is not eternal, he will make mistakes and even die. Life and death are the supreme in this world rules."

Stephen looked at his and noticed that his left eye, though intact, was dull.

Namonros found his sight, smiled, and then gently stroked his eyes: "She poached one, I admit, I made a little mistake, she likes the one that gave her the eye my little boy, so I got mad and took his other eye."

Then he shrugged: "But she snatched it back later, didn't she?"

"Why are you showing me these?" Stephen asked cautiously.

He is the supreme mage, so he can better appreciate the smell emanating from this person - not magic, but some kind of rules under restraint.

"That little boy smashed my cemetery, I don't like it, but I have to come out," Namonros said, "It's always my job to come out and say hello to you, I know you've been there Investigate me, investigate the endless family - what's the use of investigating a family that has been destroyed. And... well, I admit, I have lost a lot of news in prison for too long, I heard that death disappeared - it is very Surprised me, so I got to check it out - and definitely will."

His tone was arrogant, full of the supreme aura of the gods.

"If possible, I hope you can spread the word about the endless family and me." Namonros said, "I am the one who gives life to people in this world."

He wants to announce to the world his presence, his presence, his kindness, his giving.

He is the supreme law in this world, and all living beings should not try to be equal to him.

After Namonros finished speaking, he took a step back: "Say hello to that little boy for me. He blew up my cemetery. I will thank him."

After speaking, he disappeared in place.

Stephen looked at the place where he disappeared, and it took a long time to come back to his senses.

He stably opened a teleportation array with both hands, exactly ten meters outside the haunted house.

Beyond this distance is the furthest distance he can use magic without the consent of the haunted house owner.

He walked to the outside of the haunted house. The closed haunted house was very quiet, as if it really was a haunted house.

Gently pushing the door open, he wanted to call Tony's name.

But as soon as he entered, he saw Tony's soul falling into a deep sleep with his head tilted on the sofa.

Ghosts don't need to rest. Stephen came back to his senses immediately. He yelled towards the haunted house, but found that no one in the haunted house responded to him.

While running up and down the stairs, Stephen realized that not only Tony, but all the souls in the haunted house were sleeping.

Realizing that this was the case, Stephen immediately hung cross-legged in the air, trying to enter their dreams.

On the other side, West, who was confronting his brother, spent two seconds thinking about what it meant to ask him to kill.

It's just that before he could think clearly, a burst of dizziness hit his head in the blink of an eye, and when he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the previous dreaming time.

Looking at the surrounding crew environment, he understood what his brother meant.

He's back on the set of Spider-Man.

Not long ago, he had a dream with everyone in the haunted house, in which his fear—his brother—his shadow—incarnated as a killer, trying to kill everyone who fell into the dream.

He and Clark got to know each other again in that world, and got many memories buried in the past.

And now he's back to that beginning—only he's no longer himself, but a shadow.

He and his brother—his shadow, switched identities—he became the shadow, and his brother became him.

At this moment, West is wearing a mask, and another actor "West" not far away is standing in front of the director and talking to the director.

There is no doubt that this is his brother.

Finding that West was looking at him, the man who should have been wearing a mask turned around to look at West.

Against his face, he also showed him a provocative smile by the way.

【Human beings are ignorant, they will never understand the essence of life without their appearance.So let's make a bet, swap places and see if you'll be recognized. 】

It's hard, in fact, to some extent, West is exactly the same as him.

They are the left and right eyes of life and death, having the same root, they understand each other.

The man liked to play this kind of silly bet with him, and they had been fighting for victory since childhood, but West always won that one.

"What are you doing?" When West was thinking, a crew member suddenly came over.

The other party looked at West suspiciously—a person wearing a mask suddenly appeared, which is indeed very suspicious.

West spread his hands and said very innocently: "I have no malicious intentions."

He recognized the woman who stopped him, the first woman killed in his dream.

The powerful attraction of West disappeared, and turned into a disgust that anyone could see.

He didn't understand why people were subconsciously close to him before, but later he knew that it was because people instinctively yearned for life and hated death.

And what West represents now is the death that belonged to his brother, not his life.

Everyone will hate him and fear him.

So instead of believing him, the woman looked at him more suspiciously, intending to call someone.

According to the last situation, this woman would die immediately—and this is probably what the person who switched identities with him wanted him to do.

But West didn't, he didn't want to kill people.

So he had to face a very painful situation - into the police station.

When the Spider-Man crew called the police, West saw Tony.

Just like his previous memory, Tony came here and hurriedly talked to "West", but didn't even look at him.

It was just another dream, and the man dragged them back into the dream West had not long ago.

And here, West's current identity is the shadow, the man wearing the mask.

When they entered the police station, the policeman frowned at West, obviously not liking him.

He rudely asked West several questions, and West answered calmly.

The policeman was still dissatisfied, and he obviously hoped to express his dislike to West.

So he asked West to remove the mask.

West didn't care much about taking off the mask, so he took it off as a matter of course, revealing the terrifying face under the mask.

"Oh my god." The policeman yelled, and instinctively stepped back, knocking down the chair.

"Can I go?" West said politely.

The policeman nodded, but didn't even dare to look at West again.

He lowered his head and dared not speak.

Death was such a frightening thing that people didn't even dare to look up at him.

Those people in the orphanage did the same to his brother. They dared not, couldn't, and didn't want to.

Those people avoided his brother, and they didn't even dare to bully children, so they could only vent by bullying West.

In fact, because of his temper, West had been bullied a lot since he was a child, but at that time, the two brothers who didn't know each other's fate helped each other, and his brother blocked a lot of trouble for him.

He didn't think the face under the mask was ugly either.

Human beings can only see the outside, but not the inside.

Life and death are the same, they are essentially just a law of the world.

Is it that ugly?

West shook his head, and successfully left the police station under the fearful eyes of others. He now fully understands why his brother dragged him into this world.

He wanted West to experience what he had felt in the past—the feeling of being feared.

Then West will understand why he went to such a crazy level.

Whether human beings fear death or love life, it is an instinct.

West thought about putting on his mask again, and left the police station. He had nowhere to go. Death's most daily task should be to wander the streets to harvest lives.

He closed his eyes and felt the death of everyone in the city—hundreds of people die every day in a city, tens of thousands die in a country, and hundreds of thousands die in a world every day.

Before they died, they were sincerely praying for hope to live.

But rules are rules, and death is a necessary process.

Massive emotions poured into West's head, and he felt the meaning of this death to life more clearly than before.

He stood on the street, not moving for a long time, wearing a mask that made him look like some kind of outlaw - although this is not Gotham.

It was already dark when he finally got out of the emotion of death.

His body merged into the shadow, and no one could see him.

Death is the shadow of life.

But at this time, he suddenly heard a huge explosion, he subconsciously dodged to the side, then turned around and saw Tony standing behind him.

Holding up his battle armor, Tony looked at him threateningly: "Hey, sir, I'll act first."

West: "..."

He could imagine what the process was like, Tony and he had already experienced the dream world once, and once again, he already knew that the reason for everything was West's fear—the shadow killer.

Then follow the clues upwards, West just happened to appear on the movie set this morning when the woman was supposed to die.

In this way, Tony must be able to think that the shadow killer was going to kill, but for some reason he failed and was arrested by the police instead.

Maybe he thought it was because this was the second time they had this dream and they knew the plot in advance.

Tony didn't realize that the West he just met was fake—or, whether it was real or fake, Tony and other employees liked West just because of his body. A fresh breath of life.

When that aura appears on someone else, they will also like that person.

Just like the endless family, the endless family was originally human beings, the medium of the world's sustenance laws.

And that medium can be discarded. When one generation of endless family dies, there will be a second generation of endless family.

In the same way, West can be a life, and his other half can also be a life.

West didn't have too many emotional fluctuations when he felt death, but at this moment, West felt disappointed.

He didn't recognize me—

We've been together for so long, but he didn't recognize me——

I am nothing special to them.

Death is negative, because he accepts the fear and pain of so many people that he himself cannot have too much positive heart.

After West changed his position, he also had to accept these complicated emotions.

He was even angry that Tony didn't recognize him - and wanted to kill him.

That's what death is, stepping on human life to prove itself to be true.

He began to wonder if his adoptive mother, the lady who symbolized death in the endless family, felt the same way he did now.

He has never been able to understand, why does the world create endless families?

The law is the law, and too many people's emotions should not be mixed.

And the existence of the endless family seems to force the law on people, asking people to dominate the fairness.

But how can humans do it?They have emotions, how can they be the so-called fair law?

And why did his adoptive mother use the eyes of Horus to recreate the two brothers in an attempt to make them a new death and life when all the endless family members were killed in battle?

He is the right eye of Horus, for a living.

And his brother is the left eye of Horus, for death.

From the first day of their creation they were forced to accept a certain fate until they devoured each other and became whole individuals.

West suppressed the tyrannical emotions in his heart, which did not come from him, but from death.

"Tony, I don't want to hurt you." West said calmly, but Tony didn't want to hear it.

He is a futurist, he likes to be prepared in advance, which is what West admires most about him.

But now West doesn't feel that way, he realizes that Tony doesn't understand what he's dealing with—he's dealing with death itself.

There is no way to prepare for death in advance.

West decided to avoid Tony. He realized that those dark and negative emotions had affected him too much, and made him suffer from some bad habits that belonged to God-arrogance.

But Tony doesn't seem to want him to avoid it - Iron Man has already used his technology to create the best armor.

West stopped when a cannonball hit his feet.

His brother guessed right, this incident was affecting his mood and made him feel irritable.

He couldn't control it like splitting into two people, expecting to kill this human being who offended him, and at the same time persuading himself not to be so extreme.

"Listen, I don't want to hurt you," Tony told him, "but I can't let you hurt anyone, especially my friends, so just go with me and I promise I won't hurt you."

But your friend is standing here now - oh yes, it's his friend who has that face and identity in life.

West thought sarcastically.

He couldn't wait to do something to vent the complicated emotions in his heart.

But he restrained himself.

He just raised his head, put on the cold mask, and said coldly: "You think too highly of yourself."

He made a bet with his brother, to see if he would be recognized, that he should try to look like West at this time, but he didn't want to.

He felt... there was no way they would recognize him anyway.

West thought so, and suddenly took a step back.

He stepped into the darkness and became one with the shadows of all beings.

Tony had no defense at all, and it was impossible to guard against him.

So he could only watch West disappear in place.

After leaving Tony, West began to walk aimlessly. On the way, he saw many homeless people and many homeless people.

Surely these people don't know that death, like them, has nowhere to go.

He was unwelcome, undesired, cruel and terrifying.

Perhaps because of some personal reasons, West suddenly found himself in the pet clinic where he and Clark first met in the dream.

The little Krypton in Clark's arms was the first to notice West's arrival, and it immediately opened its mouth hoarsely and growled towards West.

It should have sensed the approach of death, and desperately tried to drive him away from its master.

Although West had already guessed this result, he had to say that he was still a little sad.

Discovering that Xiao Krypton kept barking, Clark also saw West.

The first time Clark saw West, he frowned, trying to cover up the defense in his eyes without any trace.

But West noticed something wrong in his eyes almost immediately.

Then he felt a pang in his heart...

Clark told him that he met West again in a dream and saw his soul.

West believed it, and he expected Clark to understand who he was—himself without identity.

but……

He took a step back, and as he blended into the shadows, he felt someone grab his shoulders behind him.

"See? Now they hate you and like me." The guy behind hooked his shoulders and whispered in his ear, "We've bet so many things and never bet on this—when we When exchanging essence, do human beings like you or your ability?"

"What do you want to say to me?" West asked.

"I just wanted to tell you that I don't like you befriending these people. I gave them to you just to give you a tool, do you remember how harsh the haunted house contract I helped you make for them? I don't like you Put your emotions into them." He said, "Tragically speaking, we are all just some kind of law, and we disappear without that law. So don't care about anyone, don't need to care about anyone, and don't invest too much in life Emotions. Whether it’s the previous Lady Death, or another side of her, they’ve all made mistakes, they’ve all invested too much emotion in their lives.”

As he spoke, he increased his strength, hooked West's neck, and said softly against his ear: "Look, life is such a realistic thing. If you have an aura they like in your body, they will get close to you, close to you, and When you lose that aura, he fears you and pushes you away. No one can see you... because you are essentially of the world and there is no real you, only we care about us."

For the first time, West had the urge to refute him. He has an independent personality and a rich past. He even learned to think under the teaching of his adoptive mother-he seemed to understand why the previous Lady Death was so persistent. Let him learn to think.

Then he realized that there was a crucial hole in this passage: "... When you say that, aren't you also investing too much emotion in me?"

He said calmly, without even looking up at his brother behind him.

The person behind him froze, and a low laugh came from behind him: "Wei, we are each other, the left and right eyes, life and death. Of course we invest too much emotion in each other. I hate you and that Superman is together, he is just an ordinary person, a tool, he is not like me, he can't see your essence, he can't see you after losing the attraction of life. There is no one in this world who doesn't love himself, we are doomed belong to each other."

"Did you see, he has lost all his memory now, and he is preventing you from hating you." My brother said, "Just like everyone hates death."

He let go of his hand as he said, and walked into the bright place.

West and he switched places, one in the dark, one in the light.

They are the closest and furthest to each other - they are one.

The elder brother smiled at him, then walked gracefully to the pet hospital, greeting Clark like West.

Clark talked to him with a blushing face—live life is the most attractive thing for the sunshine-loving Kryptonians.

Little Krypton is also close to him, and Clark holds it so that he won't rush to life.

"Sorry, he seems a little excited." Clark said, just like last time, this Superman with zero magic resistance still lost his memory this time and became an ordinary Clark. "Normally he wouldn't be so rude."

Clark touched Xiao Krypton's head as he spoke, remembering the way the dog barked desperately outside the window - a man wearing a mask stood outside.

Clark thought a little annoyed, at the time he didn't know why, but he did such a disrespectful thing to the other party - he felt disgusted with a person he had just met for the first time, and expressed it.

Family education made Clark always a gentleman.

He had a premonition that he missed something, but he couldn't say exactly what it was.

"Clark?" My brother called him twice, with a slightly displeased expression.

Clark quickly withdrew his trance consciousness, and said very apologetically, "Sorry, I was distracted just now, I just..."

He looked at the man in front of him who called himself West. He was exactly the same as the actor named West in the TV series and movies he had watched.

Clark could sense his appearance was familiar to him—he might have seen this man before.

But he vaguely sensed that this familiarity was very strange.

How to put it, he felt that he had seen this face before, even many times (not the one in TV dramas, but they had seen it in real life), but the owner of this face - he didn't know him.

He knew the face, but he didn't know the man beneath it.

Subconsciously staring at that person's eyes - a pair of very warm eyes.

But Clark couldn't convince himself that he didn't like those eyes, he felt that the temperature in those eyes was fake.

It's like Superman flying towards the yellow sun, only to realize in the blink of an eye that he was actually tanned by a red sun.

The feeling of anger after being cheated made him unable to get rid of it.

This feeling is so ridiculous that even Clark himself finds it funny.

But that's how he really felt.

Maybe he was wrong. Holding Xiao Krypton, Clark felt his head hurt. The Mr. Brian in front of him was very gentle and kind, and he seemed to want to be his friend——

--probably.

West ran away the instant the man who now had his face walked towards Clark.

He admitted he was angry.

That person is denying his existence, doubting his friends, and destroying his emotions.

He didn't care about the game at all, he just wanted to hit West.

But West has to admit that such a blow is useful, and West is very afraid—really afraid of becoming some kind of law.

"I have been denying my destiny." West said to himself, "I have forgotten my mission."

Lady Death actually told him why he exists.

Be the new death in this world because the world cannot lose its rules.

But West has always refused. He deliberately forgot the memories given to him by Lady Death. He mingled with ordinary people and tried to be an ordinary person.

Because he doesn't want to lose himself.

He doesn't want to be the rule.

He doesn't want to be dead.

He didn't want to be the one who would disappear if he broke the law.

He wished someone could see him, just him—either death, or the pull of life, or the Westerbrien down here.

Then prove to everyone that he is not a tool man of the world.

He is the one with independent personality, independent existence - human beings.

This is what Lady Death has been teaching him.

He doesn't want to be superior.

He doesn't want to be out of the crowd.

He doesn't want to be the only one.

He often resents Lady Death, why was he created?

If the reason for creating him is only to make him accept a certain destiny, why not simply deprive him of all emotions when creating him?Why must insist that he learn to think?

Is it the same as God let Abel keep being killed by Cain?

His destiny is to become death one day, to become the rule of the world, and then Westerbryan will never disappear again?

He resents fate.

Ms. Death was wrong. Compared with the other one, West was the most disobedient one.

He didn't want to do it, so he kept running away.

"Finally found you." West lowered his head, sitting on a long chair beside the park, and suddenly heard a thick panting sound in his ear, "I'm sorry, my dog ​​was too rude to you just now, so I have to come over and apologize to you."

West raised his head slowly, and Clark was shining in the darkness.

Just like the sun.