When the Super British Ruled the Earth[British and American]

Since the key was opened in the high-dimensional world, it seems that part of the ability contained in the key has merged with Silia's soul.

Just like a system failure, she is sometimes convulsed by the world to other parallel worlds - it's not just a matter of dimensions, she even travels through cartoons, comics, 3D-style and Lego-style worlds.

It seems that there is a huge and huge universe, and there are countless small universes in the big universe. They are like playgrounds in different areas, and Silia always breaks the boundaries and goes to many other worlds with different styles.

"Do you know the Batman in the LEGO world?" Celia once just came back from another world and said enthusiastically, "That Batman is very interesting, and he will roll back and forth in his own Bat Castle."

Clark raised his head, and a pair of blue eyes looked over worriedly.

"You need help, Celia." He said worriedly, "What if one day you go to another world and never come back?"

"I like the world of comics." Celia said happily, "Every time I talk, a chat box pops up above my head. It's so interesting."

Superman felt that he was about to lose control of Celia, and since she was able to break the dimension, her inner "wildness" had been fully stimulated.

"There is a comic world where you are very, very handsome." Xi Liya sighed, "If it weren't for the fact that you are already married in that world, otherwise I would definitely have a one-night stand with you..."

"That person is not me." Superman said seriously, "I, it's just me, the other world has nothing to do with me, do you understand, Celia? You can't be with me in other worlds, you can only be with me Together!"

Is it okay for me to be jealous with myself in other worlds?

Superman had no choice but to go to Deadpool.

"Is there any way to stop Celia from traveling through time and space?" Superman said worriedly, "I'm worried that if this continues, she will empathize with Lego people."

"Oh—that's interesting." Deadpool sounded very happy, but seeing Superman's immediately serious gaze, he cleared his throat, "To solve this problem, we must erase the energy of the key in her soul."

"But what to do?"

"Don't think about the problem so rigidly, Superman." Deadpool snapped his fingers, "Of course it is to find the source to solve this matter."

Therefore, Deadpool and Celia planned to embark on a journey to find the source.

"So, where are we going?" Celia asked curiously.

"Well, just leave it to me. But...don't you really feel regret that you won't be able to travel through time and space again?" Deadpool looked at her.

Celia shrugged her shoulders, "Carl is more important to me, and I'm actually worried that I won't be able to come back one day. Then I have to reintegrate into the crowd, I have social phobia, you understand. "

"I understand." Deadpool said, "Okay, then hold my hand."

At this moment, they are standing on top of the Empire State Building.

The two held hands, and——jumped down.

In the howling wind, the airflow suddenly changed from transparent to colorful.Immediately afterwards, the multicolored airflow turned into lines.

"Woohoo! It's coming!" Deadpool yelled excitedly. "It's the first time someone has traveled through the world with me. It feels so cool!"

Xilia's hair was blown up by the wind, and she saw a faint circle appearing below——huh——!The two fell in.

After a few somersaults, Celia got up from the ground.She looked around, and saw that the place where she was staying was like a huge underground train station, with many tracks, an overpass like an ant nest, and many chairs and shelves stacked with newspapers on the ground.

It's too big here. Celia looked up and felt that the ceiling was very high, and she couldn't see the end all the way up into the darkness.She looked at the rails, and saw that the bottom of the rails was not land, but a black abyss.

"Where is this?" Celia asked curiously.

"The transfer station of the universe." Deadpool said, "Come, sit here, wait obediently, you will wait for someone who can help you."

"What about you?" Celia looked at him.

Deadpool spread his hands, "I'm very busy, you have to solve your own affairs, and someone will pick you up later."

"Ok."

Deadpool waved to her and left.

Celia sat on the white bench, swinging her feet.

Only then did she realize that she was not the only one in the transfer station. She hadn't seen it just now, but now there were many soul-like figures gradually becoming real. In a blink of an eye, the entire platform was full of people.

Celia looked around and felt that she didn't know anyone.

A train came humming, and stopped at the platform in a blink of an eye. Celia saw an old man in an old t-shirt get off the car with a newspaper between them.

"Stan Lee?" she exclaimed, "you're not dead?"

Stan Lee looked over, and he narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Well, it's a philosophical question. But this kind of confusion does happen a lot," he said. "This kind of thing gets confused a lot."

"This kind of thing? What do you mean?"

"It means me, I may or may not be dead," Stan Lee said, "And I may be the Stan Lee you're looking for, or I may not be."

Celia was confused.

Immediately afterwards, she suddenly saw a lot of people getting out of the car. Most of them looked alike, but they were dressed differently. Celia actually saw a few more Stan Lees!

"Hey, what's going on here?" Celia stuttered.

"This is the transfer station of the universe, child." The old man said patiently, "Of course we are ourselves in different universes."

Celia shut her mouth in horror, and this Stan Lee in the old sweater opened the newspaper.

"Oh... The restaurant at the end of the universe is open." He clicked his tongue. "Before the kid comes to buy clothes, I should be able to have a drink."

"That child?"

Stan Lee turned his head, and he held out his hand.

"I'm Stan Lee from the Into the Spider-Verse comic book movie, nice to meet you," he said. "Need a Spider-Man mask? No refunds or exchanges."

"Uh... I don't think so."

The old man shrugged his shoulders, "I guess what you are looking for is not the Stan Lee from the Marvel movie world? It doesn't look like the animation world, your style of painting is different from theirs."

"What is my style of painting?" Celia asked strangely.

Stan Lee touched his chin, and at this moment, someone behind Celia called her.

"Silia, my child, why are you here?"

Celia turned her head, and she saw a Stan Lee in a white coat.

"It's you!" she said excitedly, "You must be the Stan Lee in my world!" After a pause, she said doubtfully, "But you are already dead."

"Well, we generally say that this is a philosophical question." Stan Lee in the white coat shrugged.

The two old men looked at each other, and they raised their hands in greeting.

Then, this Stan Lee from Celia's world held her by the shoulders and let her sit next to him.

Cars came one after another, and Celia looked around curiously.

"So, what the hell is this place? Is this the cosmic hub of the 'Marvel' world? So why don't I see superheroes?"

"No, this place is bigger than you think." Stan Lee said gently, "This is a cosmic transfer station across time, space and all dimensions. These people you see are not just a simple caricature."

Celia is a little strange, her mind can't seem to understand this question.

The two sat together watching passers-by, and Stan Lee pointed at the people.

"These two are Madame Curie and Einstein. That man is Hugo, and the people around him are all from the literary world." Stan Lee said, "And that one, you see that bird with red skin Is it? It’s an alien scientist, a creature from another galaxy, I guess it must be on the wrong bus, this platform only accepts passengers from Earth. But it has wings, so it should be able to fly over by itself.”

Xilia was in a cloud of mist, and at this time someone got off the platform again.

"Oh, these people are Asian literary scholars, I'm not familiar with them. The two people behind him are my friends, and they created Captain America."

"But..." Xilia scratched her head, "Are you all dead?"

"Well, from some perspectives, we are indeed no longer in the original world." Stan Lee shrugged, "But it doesn't prevent me from chatting with you, does it?"

"That's right...but why?" Celia couldn't figure it out.

"The earth we were born on died, but we still live in other universes." Stan Lee smiled quietly. "Those who are alive, they still miss us. That is a kind of love, my child. Love is a A force that keeps us alive, just not in people's worlds."

"I don't know."

Stan Lee looked at the platform. There were people wearing clothes of various ages and styles on the platform.They chatted happily under the steam of the train.Scientists who were originally separated by hundreds of years can also chat to their heart's content.

"It's a great space, compared to which I'm so insignificant." He said slowly, "We do live, in students' books, in doctoral dissertations. In every movie, also Living in street culture. Living in every thought that crosses the human mind, living in Google searches. All of this builds a huge universe beyond human comprehension, and all the dead people live here.”

He looked at Celia with a smile.

"I'm not a scientist, but as a cartoonist, we have a wider world," he said. "As long as there are superheroes in children's dreams, then we still exist. It's just—the world we left Here, people just don’t know.”

Celia blinked.

"I don't understand, but it feels like a good and happy thing." She said, "Do superheroes live like this?"

Stan Lee smiled slowly.

"Yes, they will live like this, from the children's dreams to the old people's memory, they will be remembered by more people." He said, "But I still want to praise you, you actually messed up the pillar of the DC family. Got it, well done."

"Oh!" Celia remembered now, "I'm here to ask you for help."

"I already know." Stan Lee stretched out his hand and stroked her hair, "The energy in your soul has disappeared. This time, you can safely go back to your universe."

Celia nodded, she stood up, took two steps forward, and stopped again.

When she turned her head, the old man was still sitting there, watching her kindly.

"Are we really free?" Celia still couldn't help asking, "Can I really, be myself?"

"You will be yourself soon." Stan Lee said calmly, "Your life will officially begin after it is over."

"What?" Celia wondered.

"Authors always think that they created the world, but what they don't know is that after they leave, this world will really come alive in a certain dimension and a certain universe." Stan Lee said quietly, "Go back, Son. I promise you, starting tomorrow, you will be truly free."

Celia didn't understand, but she believed him automatically.

She turned her head, but saw a white vortex suddenly appeared on the platform in front of her, and Superman walked out of it.

"Carl!" Celia exclaimed.

She flung herself into the man's arms, Clark held her tight, they looked at each other, and then kissed each other.

"Oh." At some point, Stan Lee was surrounded by many cartoonists, and they clicked their tongues, "The classic kiss at the end is really good."

Stan Lee in the white coat smiled softly.At this moment, another person sat down beside him, and he turned his head to say hello.

"Hi."

"Hi." Stan Lee of the Marvel Cinematic Universe also waved to him.

"Good day, huh? There are so many comic fans and movie fans in the world, they still remember us today."

"Yeah." Stan Lee of the movie universe smiled slowly, "I really hope to tell them that we are not dead, but we just live in a different way in our works."

"They understand." White coat Stan Lee said softly, "They understand everything."

The two looked at each other and smiled slightly.

Stan Lee in the white coat stood up, and he stretched.

"Okay, we've been talking for so long, it's time to wrap up," he said. "It was a wonderful experience, wasn't it?"

"Speed ​​up, we have to get out when the next kid writes about you, there should be time for a drink in between, right?"

"of course."

The train hummed and the crowd came and went.

A story ends.

And a brand new world is beginning.

“All we can do is do our best to relish this remarkable ride.”

"And the only thing we can do is to cherish this extraordinary journey."

——The end of the story to those who left——

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